"Special massage. Treize-sama gave me this," and he showed Chihaya the small tube of numbing cream Treize had slipped into his pocket. "The massage helps the pain get better."
"Uh..." Chihaya found himself unaccountably blushing, and made a show of wiping at his own eyes with his sleeve to hide his embarrassment. But if special massage was a normal human custom, he didn't want to seem ignorant... and he certainly didn't want to have to ask Kagetsuya for help with the pain he had inflicted. "I guess..."
"You have to... uh..." Wufei was blushing as well, as he gestured toward the bed. "If you take your pants off and lie down on the bed..." A brief doubt fluttered through his mind. What if...? "You haven't had any alcohol recently, have you?" he asked.
"Um, I had some wine last night," Chihaya answered hesitantly. Would Wufei be offended if he didn't want to take his pants off?
Wufei fetched a towel and spread it over the edge of the bed, just in case. He wasn't sure how much alcohol was required for the bizarre effect he'd experienced, or how long the effect lasted. It seemed that he could feel faint stirrings of those same strange feelings again, as he recalled the paralyzing pleasure he had experienced during the special massage Treize had given him.
"Ok, go ahead and take your pants off and lie down here," Wufei suggested.
"Can't I keep my pants on?"
"But then the cream wouldn't help. Don't worry, it'll be Ok."
"Are you sure..."
"Yes," Wufei said confidently. "It's what you're supposed to do when... when someone... paddles your bottom." His voice faltered as he finished the sentence, his face heating in a deep blush.
"If... if you say so," Chihaya said, his fair face flushed with embarrassment as he lay on the bed face-down, his legs dangling over the edge as he pushed his pants down just far enough to expose the reddened flesh of his backside. Wufei swallowed hard, and pulled Chihaya's pants down to his knees, placing one hand reassuringly at the small of his back.
"Try to relax," he said softly. "I'll do it exactly the way Tr-... the way it was done to me." He squeezed out a generous amount of the cream into one hand and rubbed his hands together to heat it before carefully smoothing it over Chihaya's abused bottom. He winced sympathetically at the sharp intake of breath.
"Sorry, I know it hurts at first. Just try to take deep breaths. The cream will numb it soon."
"Ok..." Chihaya's voice was muffled and tearful as Wufei continued with the gentlest touch he could manage. Kagetsuya had certainly done a thorough job of punishing the boy, Wufei mused sorrowfully. The bruises would almost surely show by morning.
Wufei waited till the tension under his hands had eased perceptibly before he began rubbing more deeply, soothing the aching muscles as well as the skin. Chihaya sighed and relaxed further, turning his face to one side and folding his hands under his cheek. Special massage wasn't so bad...
His head shot up as he felt Wufei's slick, slender fingers delving into the crack between his buttocks.
"Wufei!" he cried.
"What?" Wufei asked innocently, planting his free hand against the small of Chihaya's back to keep him from getting up. "I'm just doing the special part. Just trust me, Ok? It really makes you feel relaxed!"
"Wufei, are you sure?"
"Aa!"
Chihaya lay back down again, relaxing only with a deliberate effort as Wufei went back to kneading his buttocks in a non-threatening manner. It seemed to him that humans were a lot freer with this part of the body than the angelic race. Why, where he came from, you just didn't touch anyone there! And it felt... so strange. Wufei's fingers were teasing against that secret part of him, and he found that he was squirming on the bed, the bedspread under his cheek wadded up in his fists as Wufei's finger entered him. He gasped again, his eyes squeezing shut as the probing digit unerringly found a spot deep inside him that turned his limbs to jelly. An unbearable tension built up as he writhed under Wufei's clever ministrations, the towel rough beneath him...
Wufei gaped in rapt fascination as Chihaya arched his back in response to the delicate caress. He smiled, realizing that his suspicions were now confirmed. That weird thing was definitely a reaction to alcoh- suddenly, a pair of large black wings unfurled from Chihaya's shoulders and flapped frantically. Wufei froze, his eyes wide with awe and terror as Chihaya pushed back against his hand, impaling himself further on Wufei's finger with a pleading moan.
"Oh!" Chihaya gasped, and then suddenly his whole body seized up in acute pleasure, his cheeks reddening as he felt warm wetness seeping into the towel beneath him. Had he relaxed too much? He'd just die of embarrassment if he had wet the bed...
And then he realized that his hair was dragging into his mouth, his wings spread out languidly across the rumpled covers. His violet eyes widened fearfully, and he swiftly scrambled up off the bed, pulling away from the finger that was still stabbing into him.
"I- Wufei, I-..." he stammered.
"Angel," Wufei said, pronouncing the word distinctly before he fell over in a faint, his finger still outstretched.
"You weren't supposed to find out," Chihaya whispered miserably, quickly cleaning himself up and pulling his pants back on. Well, as promised, the special massage had relaxed him and eased the pain in his backside... but now what was he supposed to do? He sighed. He'd just have to trust Wufei with his secret.
"I can't believe he just-"
"Zechs, darling, just simmer down," Sally said, stepping up to smooth a lock of pink hair from her sometime-lover's brow. "Treize wasn't any happier than we were. Let's just go to bed, and worry about all this in the morning..."
"You're right," Zechs sighed, and followed her to the bed. There were certainly much better things for him to think about than Treize's half-assed ideas of justice... but as he and Sally went to climb into the bed, his face reddened in fresh rage. SOMEONE had not only short-sheeted the bed, he had seen fit to sprinkle salt all over it!
"AAAAARGH!"
Wufei woke with a start to find himself lying on the bed with a cold washcloth over his forehead. Chihaya was standing nearby, watching him anxiously from beneath the shadow of his dark bangs. His wings had vanished.
"I'm sorry about that, Wufei," the dark angel said softly. "I wanted to tell you..."
"Why didn't you?"
"It's supposed to be a secret," Chihaya said, his eyes lowered with shame. "And I... Please don't tell anyone!"
"I can keep a secret," Wufei said staunchly, sitting up as Chihaya's hopeful eyes met his. "Won't you still be my friend?"
"You mean it?" Chihaya started to smile in spite of himself, but he still had to ask... "You don't mind that I'm a... black angel?"
"I can hardly believe it, but no, I don't mind. Where did your wings go?"
"Uh, well... see... I'm not supposed to show them to Earthians..." and Chihaya briefly explained about Eden, and the Archangel's decision that the angels should scout out the Earth in pairs.
"And if the Archangel decides that the Earthians are a negative race..." Chihaya's voice caught suddenly. The thought that wonderful people like Wufei might be destroyed - it was just unbearable!
"Well," Wufei said, his mind racing to catch up. "So. But since I've seen your wings already, it's OK for me to see them, right? Can you show them to me?"
"I'm not supposed-"
"Pleeeease?" Wufei's large, dark eyes were irresistibly pleading, and with a sigh Chihaya revealed his wings. Wufei stared raptly at Chihaya's unearthly beauty, and rose from the bed, reaching out to stroke dark feathers with reverent fingers.
"Wow," Wufei said breathlessly, and slowly sank back on to the bed as his knees gave out. He stood again with a sharp gasp as his sore bottom came in contact with the mattress.
"Are you OK?" Chihaya asked worriedly, his wings vanishing again in a heartbeat. It felt weird showing his wings - Wufei didn't appear to care about the color, but Chihaya was painfully aware that he was an ugly misfit, an aberration among the angels... and it would wound him so deeply if Wufei thought he was ugly.
"Yeah, it's just my... uh, you know," Wufei answered, ruefully indicating his backside. "I forgot about it for a second."
"Do you want... um, would you like a special massage, too?" Chihaya asked, his face pinkening slightly.
"If you don't mind," Wufei said, and went to fetch a new towel... just in case. "I think the alcohol should have worn off by now." Chihaya puzzled over the cryptic comment, then shrugged as Wufei settled himself into place, dropping his trousers to reveal the bruises still dark from Zechs' paddling, and the new damage from this evening.
Chihaya stifled an appalled gasp, and set about recreating the experience Wufei had given him. While the Chinese boy's eyes were closed, the dark angel surreptitiously spat into his hands, spreading the saliva in with the numbing cream. Wufei sighed in relief as healing instantly started to take place, and Chihaya smiled gently, pleased that his power was helping his friend. He hadn't been sure it would work on an Earthian.
"Is that better?" he asked gently, and Wufei nodded, feeling his whole body melt into the bed as Chihaya's hands delicately soothed his aches away. It felt even better than he remembered... with Treize-sama...
He gasped as Chihaya began the special part, and Wufei couldn't tell whether it was the gently probing finger or the thought of what had happened during his first special massage or both... but suddenly his body was doing that thing again, that weird, wonderful thing. His hips ground against the bed uncontrollably and he dimly wondered what had gone wrong - surely the alcohol had to have worn off by now!
"Are you OK?" Chihaya whispered, wide-eyed. Was that what he had done? Had he really groaned and writhed? His own body shivered with the remembered pleasure, and he knew, he was certain, that he had indeed thrust back against the invading finger just as Wufei was doing now.
"Uh-huh," Wufei whimpered, thrusting against the mattress as the tension built and built, and then convulsing with a loud cry in explosive release. He was still trembling in the last aftershocks as he felt Chihaya's slender finger sliding back out of him.
"Thank you," Wufei gasped, and quickly cleaned himself up as Chihaya crossed the room to wash his hands.
"I'm glad you... I mean... you're welcome," Chihaya said, and when he turned around he was relieved to see that Wufei was again fully clothed, a blush darkening his face to match Chihaya's.
"Um... I guess it'll be curfew soon," Wufei said hesitantly, wishing again that he didn't have to sleep all alone. Solitude could be downright oppressive.
"I guess I should go, then," Chihaya said, his voice a little uncertain.
"Yeah..." Wufei impulsively closed the distance between them and gave the dark angel a hug, which Chihaya returned gratefully, releasing the breath he hadn't known he was holding. "You'll still be my friend, right? Don't worry, I'll never tell your secret. Not even to Treize-sama!"
"I'm honored," Chihaya said, his eyes misting over with fresh tears, "to have a friend like you, Chang Wufei." With a shy smile, Chihaya departed, getting to his room just as curfew took effect.
Wufei sighed and tidied up the bed, putting the soiled towels in his laundry basket and promising himself he'd wash them first thing in the morning, before anyone else could see. Feeling a little melancholy, he brushed his teeth, washed his face and changed into his pajamas, then climbed into bed and curled around his stuffed Panda, his mind awhirl. That night, he dreamt of angel wings and Chihaya's sweet smile... and somehow Treize-sama was in the dream as well.
"WHAT?!?" Duo screeched furiously, leaping up from the breakfast table and knocking his grape juice over. He ignored the rapidly-spreading stain on his uniform, his attention fixed instead on Wufei.
"I said, Chihaya and I got in trouble yesterday," Wufei answered with a stony glare. "For turning Zechs-sensei's hair pink and setting off the sprinklers in Sally-sensei's office."
"But-but-" Duo sputtered, numbly allowing Heero to pull him back into his seat and mop up the spill. The attention Duo's outburst had attracted dispersed as the other diners returned to their interrupted conversations.
"You were in the Library!" Duo finally protested. "You were supposed to be safe!"
"What about Chihaya?" Wufei asked.
"What about me?" Chihaya's sweet voice asked behind him. Wufei turned to smile up at his friend as Chihaya seated himself at the table and placed his plate, bearing a single muffin, in front of him.
"Geez, is that all you're eating?" Duo asked, tactfully not mentioning the stiff wince as Chihaya sat down.
"I'm not much of a breakfast eater," Chihaya answered meekly, picking at the muffin.
"Neither am I," Trowa said. Quatre smiled at him gently. Trowa wasn't much of a speaker, either.
"Well, I am," Duo said cheerfully and crammed half of a muffin - his third - into his mouth.
"You eat all the time," Heero retorted. Duo choked, then swallowed hard as Heero whacked him on the back a few times.
"Ha, ha!" Duo finally answered. "Yeah, I'll eat anything, any time!" Wufei and Chihaya shrugged at each other, failing to see the humor in that remark, or the others that followed. Wufei was well aware that Duo was deliberately changing the subject, and he decided to drop it for now - but only because he didn't want to embarrass Chihaya.
"I should go," Chihaya said quietly, after several minutes of obscure Earthian banter. "I don't want to be late for class." And he picked up his plate, with the pieces of muffin he hadn't even tasted, and headed for the counter where dirty dishes were returned. Wufei bolted down the rest of his food and followed him.
"That does it," Duo said grimly as the two innocents left the cafeteria. "This is beyond simple pranks now. This means war."
"What are you going to do?" Quatre asked, a little unsettled by the dangerous gleam in Duo's violet eyes.
"I'm going to get Zechs, for real this time. First thing I'm gonna do is talk to Nabiki Tendo."
"Well, what can I do for you?" Nabiki asked smoothly, brushing a lock of sleek hair behind her ear to prevent the breeze from ruffling it.
"I need your help," Duo answered.
"My kind of help doesn't come cheap, you know."
"Yeah."
"All right. Tell me what the situation is."
Duo quickly described what had happened, relieved by Nabiki's brisk, businesslike manner. He didn't care if it cost him his entire life's earnings and his first-born son, he was determined to get revenge, and he knew Nabiki could deliver.
"How are you at photography?" Nabiki asked abruptly.
"Uh? I can take pictures," Duo answered, confused.
"Ok, Duo-baby. Here's the thing...
End Part C
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