Wilmington, 1997
With a raised eyebrow, Treize Khushrenada looked around his new office. He certainly never would have thought they'd hire *him* to be principal but he supposed half of what he'd been caught doing hadn't gone on his record. With care, he moved behind the desk and sat in the chair that he'd seen so many times, ran a hand across the smooth wood of the desk, eyes distant with faded time.
So many memories here... Not just on the campus itself, for Lord knows there were enough of those!! No, there were remembrances aplenty in this office alone and he sighed quietly as he opened the desk drawer and searched all the way to the back... ah. There!
With experienced hands, he pulled out the false bottom that the former principal had so carefully formed and lifted the thick leather strap from its hiding place with a visible smirk. Well, well. So Schneider had left Treize something to remember him by when he left... Wasn't *that* nice of him?
Decision made, Treize leaned back, fingers folding together slowly, and closed his eyes. Might as well let the memories take him now as any other time and get it over with once and for all...
Wilmington, 1991
The silver-haired principal gave a put-upon sigh and calmly palmed his chin into his hand. "So explain to me, Mr. Khushrenada, Mr. Marquise... Explain to me why you felt the need to drop a smoke grenade into poor Une-chan's dorm room, hm?"
There were many things which Treize Khushrenada did well. He had an aura of unbreakable elegance, a sarcastic wit that seemed to eat bullies who were stupid enough to pick on others alive... but innocence wasn't one of those things. It took all the sixteen year old boy could do not to break into a wide smirk of sheer delight at the notion of Une running from her dorm room with those little Princess Leia buns falling loose! Still, it was better to be a man about things and confess to his crimes; he knew poor Zechs had a violent terror of being taken over the principal's knees and paddled senseless! "I did it, sir. Zechs wasn't involved."
"Ah." Dark Schneider's elbows hit the desk and his fingers steepled as he looked into steady cornflower eyes before shifting his amused gaze to the trembling form of the fourteen year old Zechs Marquise. "Well, Mr. Marquise?"
Zechs could feel his knees trembling as he spoke hesitantly. "No, sir. I wasn't involved." Well, he hadn't been, exactly! He had gotten the smoke bomb but Treize had thrown it through the open window all on his own! And if the other boy was willing to take the blame, the platinum-haired Zechs certainly wasn't going to fight him over it here and now!
After a moment, the principal spoke again. "All right. I don't believe you, but... you may go." The decision seemed terribly arbitrary but Zechs didn't care! He left in as much of a hurry as he could manage without seeming TOO relieved (although he obviously was!).
"Treize, Treize. What am I going to do with you?" Dark Schneider chuckled, raising an eyebrow with a smirk.
*NOW* a look of beguiling innocence crossed that face, cornflower eyes wide as Treize put his hands behind his back. "I suppose, sir, that you'll take your belt to me again. That's what you usually do," he answered calmly, tilting his head to the side so that ginger locks fell down into one eye. The desire to grin was beginning to be overwhelming!
"Come here, bratling!" came the dark laugh and Treize almost launched himself around the desk and into the older man's lap, his mouth unerringly finding that of the other's and kissing him hungrily. As their lips parted, the principal murmured "You're such a little hedonist, brat."
"I'm not a brat," Treize asserted with a smirk, squirming so that he could feel the other man's erection against his ass.
"Brat," Schneider whispered in his ear as he mouthed the curve of the cartilage, biting tenderly at the lobe on his way down to the boy's throat. The soft grunt of pleasure that came from Treize as he felt those teeth against his jugular and the older man's hands firmly squeezing his erection through the pants of his uniform made the silver-haired man purr. "You'll always be a brat."
"But I'm your brat!" Treize asserted cheekily, giving a loud gasp as he felt the shiver of his zipper being pulled down and his hard shaft being freed so that long slender fingers could wrap around the softness of his testicles. "Oh, GODS!"
"You want fucking, brat? When you've been so wretched that you truly deserve punishment?" Those hands were working magic and Treize couldn't help but arch and tumble over, the hard edge of the desk digging into the small of his back as he groaned loudly. "Oh, so you *do* want fucking, you little hedonist!"
With a quick twist of his body, Dark Schneider had the young man up and across the desk on his belly, whining with desire as his stiffness rubbed against the edge of the wood. "Please!" Treize gasped out, rocking his hips back, eyes almost closed, dark gold lashes scattered across his cheeks. "Oh, sweet gods!"
The feel of that thick tip nuzzling between his cheeks and pressing hard against the tight opening of his anus made him groan. No lubrication! "Ready, bratling?"
"Do it!" he whispered and the sudden drive of that organ deep into his body brought a cry of agony that swelled into pleasure as the silver-maned man's hand came around to stroke his cock even as the steady thrust and withdrawal began, a heated pain shivering in his belly as he pushed himself back upon it, face flushed deeply. "Unh!!"
It was fast and hard, unbelievably hard, and Treize knew he'd be sore and probably bleeding after but who *really* gave a fuck when it was so good and there was pure heat shimmering in his veins as he writhed and moaned beneath that larger body, arching back. Sweat glistened on their faces, clothing tangled and smelling of sex even as Dark Schneider almost roared aloud with his pleasure as he slammed into Treize with speeding deep thrusts that made of the younger man a shuddering wreck as, with a strangled sound, he came all over the principal's hands and desk.
With a low groan, Dark Schneider came as well, slumping behind Treize before pulling out slowly and tousling sweat-soaked ginger locks. "He. Brat." He was still panting for breath as he closed his own pants and helped the student to rise, smirking at him. "Punishment enough for you?"
"I'll be walking funny for days," Treize purred teasingly, smiling back as he squirmed and carefully adjusted his clothing. With a quick dart, he leaned up and offered his mouth to the other man sweetly, feeling the velvet confines of his mouth invaded by the smooth swipe of the other's tongue tangling with his own.
"Any time, bratling," the principal whispered in his ear, patting his ass as he headed for the outer office. When the door shut behind him, Dark Schneider reached down and ran a finger through those opalescent leavings and sucked the remnants from the tip before laughing huskily. "Mmmm. Any time."
Wilmington, 1992
"I don't understand." Treize's unhappiness was obvious as he stared up at the silver-maned man before him, a hand waving before him with distress. "You never mentioned her before!"
Dark Schneider sighed quietly. "Well, have you always told me everything that occurs in *your* life, Treize Khushrenada?"
The flush that worked its way over cheeks just barely sun-gilded was a sign of obvious guilt. Well, it was true that he'd been fucking Zechs for the last six months, but what did that have to do with anything!? *HE* wasn't the one who was insisting their relationship was over because of someone else! "It doesn't matter! Anything else is unimportant!" he ground out angrily. Dammit, it *was* unimportant! He was almost ready to graduate, and he'd thought... thought that perhaps those nights spent at Hakimura House had *meant* something...
"I'm sorry, Treize. But I'm getting married to Yoko next month and in order to do that, this relationship has to end." The words seared his heart and his flesh and it was all he could do to stop the tears from rising in his cornflower eyes, to keep his lower lip from trembling.
"You bastard." Treize's voice was low in his throat and he watched his lover with a stark expression of anger and pain, heart throbbing in his chest.
"I've been called that before, yes," Dark Schneider answered with a half-smile. "I'm rather accustomed to it, in fact. Treize, this doesn't have to be this way. We can still be..."
"Don't give me that shit about still being friends!" the ginger-haired young man snarled, fists clenching. "Just don't say it out loud!"
"All right, I won't," Dark Schneider replied slowly. "It isn't as bad as you think. This wasn't real love, and you know it. You'll know your real love when you see them. It's the sort of nature you and I both have, you know."
With a quick turn of his body, Treize flew to the door and slammed it behind him as he ran from the room, not dignifying his *EX*-lover's words with a response. Another week and he'd graduate; he'd be gone. Ok, so now was the time to tell Zechs... to tell Zechs that their relationship was at an end as well. Zechs was expecting it.. in fact, had turned to the arms of the young and pretty Noin and her girlfriend, Sally, who went to the prestigious girls' academy across town and had already started medical classes at the local private college even though she was only fourteen.
Well, it was all fine with him. He wasn't going to risk his heart again, not for anyone, not ever! It wasn't worth the pain!
Wilmington, 1999
With a soft chuckle, Treize twitched the curtain of his office closed and sighed his delight. What a child he'd been then and since, thinking that he didn't want to be in love again! Certainly he'd shared his body and learned the secrets of dominance and submission inside and out, but not once had he allowed someone to breach the walls that he'd set up around his heart.
Now, though...
Thoughtfully, he bit his lip as he turned and sat himself in that chair, once again reaching into the drawer and pulling loose the thick strap that he'd left there for almost two years.
Now...
A vision of pretty dark eyes swam in his mind, loose black hair tumbling around a face full of smiling innocence that feathered in his mind to open-mouthed gasping with flushed cheeks, the tentative tenor voice that he remembered spilling in hoarse cries. He was getting hard just thinking about it and his fist clenched tightly around the leather as he gave a little smile.
Schneider had been right. He'd known the moment he saw Wufei that he was what he wanted, what he must have, for his own, forever. For always.
With care, Treize placed the strap in the upper drawer so that he would remember to take it home with him and replaced the false bottom in the lower one. Well, it had been a while and he'd never claimed such an innocent to be his for training... or his for loving. Still, he would do it right. He'd coax sweet submission from the boy without his ever knowing it, and confess his springing love when the time was right, when it wouldn't scare the pretty creature away from him. With the sweetest curve of his mouth, Treize smiled.
Wufei...
Chang Wufei...
{You will be mine.}
The End
Tzigane -- Please send feedback to the author at: wufeinomiko@crosswinds.net
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