6 Dec 2000
DISCLAIMER: All Gundam Wing characters are property of Sunrise, Bandai Visuals, Sotsu Agency, and Asahi TV. This work is not written for profit, but for entertainment purposes only.
Warnings: Later bondage, lemon, lemon, lemon, sex, NC references.
Pairings: 6x5, 6x13, 13x5, 13x6 (I order of appearance ^_~)
Authors' note: Duo makes an appearance in this chapter. Keep in mind that all of this is happening in England, so that most of the characters have British accents. Zechs's is very smooth and mid-to-upper class, while Wufei's has a bit more of edge to it. Duo was written as a true "public school English" boy, meaning he's got lots of "jolly good, old bean" to his accent - British boarding school-speak. Treize's accent is mostly Germanic with traces of his Russian ancestry occasionally showing through. Just FYI. ^_^
Wufei opened his eyes and felt a wave of anxiety. Today they would start training Treize and something told him that it might be a difficult task. He didn't want difficult tasks. He wanted the master - alone, to himself.
He looked over at the man sleeping next to him. "Treize? Hey, wake up. We've got a lot to do today."
"Nnnn," Treize grumbled, clutching Wufei closer in his drowsy state. The world was good, and he'd not had any nightmares or fears while he slept, and he couldn't remember the last time that had happened. Warm, comfortable, and sleeping the sleep of the exhausted..
"Five more minutes."
"*Treize*..." the dark-haired man sighed, a slight whine creeping into his voice. "Let's not have any trouble-" He stop in mid-sentence as the feeling of Treize's long shaft against his bottom became more prominent. It felt... rather wonderful, long and thick like the Master's, and a fleeting thought of what it would feel like inside made Wufei wriggle against it. Giving a loud sigh, he struggled to maintain an air of authority, even though all he wanted was to give in to his submissive urges and offer himself up for the man's pleasure.
"Treize...? We... really need to be getting up now..."
A little more awake now, and Treize was also very aware of his morning erection, nestled lightly between two firm cheeks. Blue eyes slitted open, and he breathed out audibly, as his mind put everything from the day before together. A little shift, and he let the pleasure of friction slid over him.
"What do we have to do today, Wufei...?"
A slight gasp escaped Wufei before he remembered himself. "We... have to begin your training and you'll be speaking with the Master about your duties for him." Unable to stop himself, he pressed backwards against that delicious shaft. "But we could start out with a warm up."
"What would the warm-up be?" Treize asked softly, kissing Wufei's ear, so near, lightly. "And what is the training?"
"We can talk of that... afterwards..." Wufei turned and wrapped his arms around the larger man, taking his mouth in a fiery kiss and pulling him over on top of him.
A change of pace, and an enjoyable one at that. With an arm on either side of Wufei's lean beauty, Treize held himself up, kissing the younger man fiercely.
Wufei moaned against Treize's mouth, opening his own to allow the older man better access. Trailing his toes up along long, lean calves, he finally wrapped his legs around Treize's hips and pressed against him. A fine thread of adrenaline ran through him at the sweet and fierce familiarity of being wrapped in strong arms and held against a powerful body. "Mmmm... Treize..."
"You're so eager," Treize moaned quietly, rocking languidly agaisnt Wufei. "So warm... passionate. I could never be this way for the Master." More rocking, movements of the unskilled. "Will you let me inside you, Wufei?"
/Ahh... just the words I wanted to hear.../ Wufei smiled inwardly. Perhaps his position was assured after all...
"Yes," he whispered, "oh, God, yes..."
"Lubricant," Treize moaned quietly, still rocking against Wufei. "Any...?"
"On the night table," Wufei breathed, kissing Treize's jaw and neck. "Put it on your cock, then on your finger and into me... and *hurry.*"
Willing, eager, Treize nearly lept from the bed, feeling the protest of sore spots, still uneasy muscles and the soreness of the night before. but he grabbed it, uncapped it, and spead some on his erection, while slicking fingers to... to what? /Where else, fool.../ Carefully, he pressed them into Wufei, two fingers slicked with lubricant.
"Ohhhh... yes..." Wufei sighed, pressing up against the long fingers. His arms tightened around Treize's neck and his moaned softly with every press into him that the older man made. "Deeper," he panted, "oh, much deeper..."
His fingers were in as deep as they could go, stretching and moving without knowledge of where they would best go. "Help me a little here, Wufei," Treize murmured raggedly. "Not sure where... to find the good spot."
Gently, and with his eyes still closed, Wufei guided Treize's hand so that long fingers finally pressed and rubbed against his prostate. He let out a long moan and his hips rose completely off of the bed, eager to meet the novice fingers with one hand guiding Treize. The feeling was complete bliss, one he couldn't possibly forego, and so he gripped Treize's wrist and thrust hard against him. He gained an immediate release, so aching that he could barely cry out as it hit him, again and again, the waves of pleasure almost brutal in their intensity.
His voice was only a panted whisper when he finally found it. "Need you in me, Treize... long and hard, God I want you..."
"Can..." the immensity of watching Wufei's pleasure was nearly too much, as he withdrew his fingers. "Oh, so beautiful..."
Wufei pressed Treize's hips closer as he raised his own legs up to encircle Treize's waist. Gently, he gave the older man's long shaft several long strokes before guiding it to his entrance and pressing up against it as best he could.
"Come on, Treize... show me what you've got... *all* of it..."
Breathing raggedly, Treize positioned himself, eyes locked with Wufei's as he began to push in. "Feel me, Wufei -- don't fade out. You want this." So tight, so much resistance...
At that, Wufei raised a hand and tangled it in Treize's hair. "Then don't give it to me so gently," he panted. "I want it hard. Want you to show me just what a boy's for... and make sure I learn the lesson well..."
"In that case..." All the gentle pressure ceased, as Treize pulled back, drew a breath to steady himself, then shoved roughly into Wufei. There was no pause between that motion and the hard thrusts he began to make, moaning softly at the tight clasp around him.
The young man beneath him gave a shuddering cry at the invasion. It felt so good... so good to be held down and *used* so that there was no mistake who was in charge. It was the kind of sex Wufei lived for, the kind of pleasure that had bound him to his Master from the tender age of 12. Even then he'd wanted to be dominated; not beaten, not severely hurt, just *ruled*, with a strong hand. And no one had been better at that then the Master.
As his body rocked under the strong thrusts from the older man, Wufei drifted into a fierce and blissful submission, wondering what the Master would do with a man who topped so well...
Each rock shook the bed a little, each thrust faster than the other, more pounding. "Look at me, Wufei," he growled quietly. "You're so submissive... such a turn-on... Not just for the Master."
The fierceness in Treize voice made Wufei shudder with delight. "I want only..." he panted, wincing at the roughness of the thrusts, "to please... uhhhn... Use me... for whatever gives you pleasure..." He nearly said, "Master" at the end but although the firmness of the control was much like it was with the Master, Treize felt very different. Strange, new, but very, very good...
Hard breathing gusted over his face as Treize leaned in to kiss him roughly, hips twisting now with every thrust. "Come as often as you want," he gritted out, shoving in again.
"Is that... an order?" came the grunted reply.
Another hard shove, and Treize nearly came himself. "Yes."
Wufei let himself go, so highly trained that he could come when he was told to. His entire body arched, one tight bow of pleasure, and he shifted slightly so that the entire force of Treize's thrusts came down on that small, exquisite spot inside. With a sharp cry, he flooded his belly and that of the older man with warm seed while he pressed his face into the pillow beside him, in pretty shame for his eager wantonness.
That sudden squeeze around him, the delicious moans, drew Treize tumbling after Wufei; Treize's back whip-lashed upright, scar tissue pulled tight as the pleasure roiled over him. "Ah, yes..."
Wufei turned his face up to watch the Master's newest, locked in pleasure. It was such a lovely thing to see that look of sheer bliss replace the jaded stare. /Mmm... it's working Master... between the two of us we could have him completely addicted... he's a lot closer than I thought.../
He trailed his fingers up the man's long arms and closed his eyes, reveling in the feel of the sleek, well-muscled body above him. "So good..." he whispered. "And so good to *me*..."
The fingers skimmed over arms that were too thin for Treize's taste, though; he still felt like nothing but skin and bones. Still.... he gave a deliciously slow shift out of Wufei. "Oh, gott... That was better... than any woman," he murmured, stretching out languidly beside Wufei. "So much better."
"Of course it was," Wufie drawled, not wanting to let go of the lovely feeling of having been well and truly used. "You're not straight, Treize. You've wanted men all along, just didn't know what to do about it... or where to find the kind you like. That's why it's never been all that pleasurable..."
He rolled over slightly a gave a long kiss to the top of Treize's jawline. "The Master and I want to change all that..."
A slight sigh left Treize. "Mmm... You're doing a good job of it. Until last night, I wouldn't have thought that being ordered like that could be... enjoyable."
"Oh, it can be," Wufei smiled against the warmth of Treize's skin. "And *you* are very enjoyable as well," he added, moving his mouth slowly to beg a kiss from the man beside him.
A slight movement, and Treize granted that soft kiss, long and tender. "So very good... will it always be so good?
Lying back on the pillow with a smile like a satisfied cat, Wufei ran the back of a finger down Treize's jawline. "No, it won't," he murmured. "It'll be *better*..." He smiled slyly at the other man and then, in a slightly resigned voice, said, "We need get up, you know... have to have you all washed and brushed and dressed for your meeting with the Master after breakfast. You're getting a job today."
"Yipee," Treize drawled, sitting up a little. "Best to start now, then.... What will my job be?" /And can I have food?/
"Only the Master knows that," Wufei answered, rising from the bed a bit gingerly. "They'll be calling to get our breakfast order soon - usually we have a couple of choices. Anything you pick will be great - Duo's a damned good cook, I'll be sorry when he goes. Mind if I take a shower first?"
"Go for it," Treize murmured, wondering who Duo was -- someone he'd meet with time. "I'll order for you, then."
"Sure - whatever you're going to have is fine. I'm not picky - about *that.*" Wufei threw Treize a last, somewhat lascivious look, and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
At that same moment the telephone rang.
Treize picked it up after a ring. "Treize Khushrenada speaking -- hello?"
"Treize! Well done! I finally get to hear you voice, at least! Now *how* are you settling in? I'm Duo and you don't know me from Adam but I've heard *lots* of smashing things about you! Is Wuffers treating you well? Gotta watch him, you know - he's a sly devil *that* one!" At that, the boy at the other end of the line burst into laughter.
And it must have been infectious, becuase Treize soon found himself, if not laughing, at least chuckling. "Oh, Wufei had been on the best of behavior -- I look forward to meeting you Duo. You're the cook, aren't you? Breakfast yesterday was very good."
"Well, *damned* nice of you to say so, Treize," Duo replied. "It's my one and only talent, next to sex. I'm *terribly* good at that!" If a grin could have come through the telephone wire, it would have. "Well, I've made up three different things this morning, all by various requests, so you can take your pick. There's Irish oatmeal with cream and raspberries, English (which means eggs any way you damed well want them, great heaps of bacon, and toast), and sour cream potato crepes with garlic. What sounds good to you and Wuffers?"
"Ah..." Food was such a temptation to him after so long of getting fed things that he didn't even want to think of. "I'll have Irish Outmeal, and I suppose Wufei will have English."
"Excellent!" the voice chirped back at him. "I'll have it up in about 15 minutes. Great to finally talk to you, old bean! Enjoy the meal! Cheerio!" With that the line went dead.
The phone was gently set back down in the cradle, and Treize could only shake his head as he moved to pick out clothes for the day....
Then stopped, as he had no idea what he was supposed to wear. Slinky? Tight? Loose? "Hmn."
The bathroom door opened and Wufei walked out, trailed by clouds of steam. His towel was over his head and he was squeezing the moisture from it when he looked up at the other man. "Did you talk to Duo?"
"He's terribly hyperactive, and I trust the oatmeal is good," Treize murmured, trying to not look at Wufei's crotch. "I'll shower now... What should I wear today?"
"One of your sweaters and a pair of nice trousers. You want to look good, but still decent and semi-professional in case someone comes into his office." Wufei finished drying himself and tossed the towel down a laundry chute. "He'll tell you want he wants you to wear for the job itself." He looked up at his companion. "And calling Duo hyperactive is quite the understatement," he said in a long-suffering tone. "I *will* miss his cooking, but as far as his personality, well - Heero can have him is all I'm saying." He slipped on a pair of loose white pants and a midriff tank top of deep blue. "What are we having?"
"Oatmeal -- you mean he's being sold?" Treize asked in some consternation, turning to go through the bags and pull out slim dark-tan pants and a maroon sweater.
"Of course not," Wufei answered, "the Master would *never* do that, *not* with Duo." He ran his fingers through his hair a couple of times before sitting on the edge of the bed to put on his slippers. "No, he's got a... well, *lover's* not the right word. Not yet." He frowned a little, trying to explain. "No, he and Heero, the Bodyguard, are in love, I guess. The Master doesn't own Heero. He pays him flat out. So, since he's so crazy over Duo, Heero's saving his money to buy Duo's freedom."
He scowled down at his slippers, then up at Treize. "I hate oatmeal, you know."
"I'm sorry," Treize shrugged. "You said anything would be good. It's 'English'" Strange, to think of... well. "The master is very good, then, to let Heero buy Duo's freedom, neh?"
"Well, which one is it - English or oatmeal?" Wufei looked back at him in slight consternation. "And the Master is good - period. No matter what he does, he's *good.*"
"I thought 'English' *was* oatmeal," Treize murmured, then shrugged. "Well, whatever 'English' is, you're getting it. I like oatmeal, myself." Petulant, for a short moment, then, "Why aren't all masters like this one?"
"Because your owned by a truly exceptional man, "Wufei replied seriously, "that's why. He comes from one of the wealthiest families in Britain, you know. Hey, that's kind of like you..." His musings were interrupted by a knock on the door.
Wufei crossed to it and pulled it open and the atmosphere in the room changed completely. "Hello, Wuffers!" a cheerful voice drawled. "Looking cranky as usual! But cheer up, old chap, I gave you extra bacon 'cause I know you like it so much. And this must be the famous Treize who we've all heard so much about!"
A bundle of energy in white cook's clothes with flour smeared down one cheek wiped his hand on his apron and held it out to Treize. "Duo Maxwell, at your service! Smashing good to meet you! Bloody hell, you're a looker!"
"A... a looker?" Treize asked, obviously not understanding as he looked upon the younger man.
The first thing that struck him were the eyes -- brilliant violet that glittered from a heart-shaped face; beautifully shaped, with a narrow little chin that begged to be grabbed while kissing. Then there was the hair. Chestnut and pulled back in a braid with long tendrils that snaked down into his wide eyes.
"And I'm infamous?"
"Ha! No, I said *famous*!" Duo kept chuckling as he took dishes off the large tray he'd carried in and arranged them artfully on the small table they had. "Everyone in the house is talking about you, old bean" he went on cheerfully. "And a 'looker' is someone like you - someone who looks, well, almost good enough to *eat*!" He finished distributing the dishes and straightened up, pressing the tray between his arm and side, and giving Treize a wide, disarming grin. Then he winked. "All the boys down in the back rooms are simply *mad* to get a chance at you, but the Master told them to give it up because it wouldn't ever happen. Stupid sods." He added this last epithet with the same sunny tone that he gave to everything he said.
What was there for Treize to do but smile, after all that? So he did smile, just a little, looking up at the cheerful boy. "I have to say that this is the best place I've been yet -- and that I look forward to working with and getting to know all of you."
The cook's eyebrows raised and he looked over at Wufei. "Did you hear that, Wuffers?" he said with obvious delight. "The Master found a real gentleman this time, eh? Well done, that!"
Wufei rolled his eyes and put a hand to his forehead. "I can't take you before coffee, Duo. I'm going to shave." With that he marched into the bathroom and shut the door.
"Oh, come on Wuffy, old man!" Duo called. "You know you're mad for me!" Duo cackled with glee and then turned to Treize. "So you like it so far? And you've met the master? What do you think of us all?"
Lifting the spoon from the oatmeal to his mouth, Treize thought that one over, swallowing before speaking. /It's so good to not be deprived anymore.../ "I like this place very much, compeared to where I've been before. And so far, you're all very nice, the master included. Which suprises me, but only because of the places I was kept before this." A little smile, and he looked up to Duo. "How did *you* end up here?"
Duo made a wry face. "Ah, that old, sad tale. Well, you see," he said, placing a cover over the plate of eggs and bacon that awaited Wufei, "my dear Mummy and Daddy kicked me out of the house when I was sixteen - after they found out I was gay." He perched on the edge of Wufei's chair and leaned toward Treize in a manner suggesting that confidences were forth coming. "Having a queer son doesn't fit well when you're aiming for a 'country gentry' lifestyle, don't you know." He shook his head solemnly at this. "I met the Master in a park," he went on, "during the time I was living on the street. I came on to him really crudely, hoping to get some food money for a quick blow, but all he did was laugh at me and tell me that 'tough street boy' wasn't my style. And he was right, of course." The braided boy laughed and shook his head again.
"He got me to talk to him somehow - don't really know how he did it, since I wasn't talking to anybody then, but I told him my situation and asked him if he could help. He suggested that I come here and, since I had no money at all, no prospect of a job, and - well - since he was really gorgeous, I didn't hesitate to accept."
Treize smiled very lightly once more. "A good deal, then, wasn't it? And I hear you have a... boyfriend trying to buy you free?" he smiled. "Very lucky, Duo."
Duo turned a rather unusual shade of bright pink at the of the "boyfriend." He stared down at the tray in front of him with embarrassed delight. "Oh,well - Heero is... well, he's..." The pink was growing deeper and Duo buried his face in his hand for a moment. "The Master teases me about him - calls him my 'suitor' if you can believe it. But it's kind of like that. He visits at night, after we're both off-duty, and it's *chaperoned*, can you imagine?" He looked up at Treize, beginning to regain some control over his blush. "But it's wonderful in a strange way. The tension is *delicious* and it's fun to see Heero all hot and bothered and can't do a thing about it. Holding each other's hands becomes very meaningful this way - smashing good idea on the Master's part, I'll say."
Duo giggled at some private thought and then stood. "Well, I've got a few more people to feed and then some menu planning. And I'd guess I'd better leave or poor old Wuffers will never have his breakfast!" He offered a hand to Treize again. "Wonderful meeting you. No doubt we'll see each other here and there."
Wufei opened the bathroom door. "Are you still *here?*" he growled.
Another grin from the cook. "Just shoving off, Wuffers. It's safe to come out now!"
Treize shook the offered hand firmly. "A pleasure to meet you -- I hope we do see each other here and there," he smiled, turning to brush past Wufei into the bathroom. "I'd best shave or I'll be a close imitation of a porcupine within the hour." That murmur was mostly to himself, as he entered the bathroom and closed out hte sound of Wufei whining at Duo. It was very amusing, all in all.
Once more, a quick shower, a liberal use of soap that left him smelling litterally like a rose, and he let himself drip-dry while he shaved, looking over his body in the mirror.
The master had left bruises on his hips, like ones on his neck. And for once, a mark on his body didn't bother him.
Outside the bathroom door, Duo had finally gone and Wufei sat before a mildly warm breakfast, coffee in one hand, newspaper in the other, looking for all the world as if he owned the place.
/Now *that's* the way to wake up. So damned *good*... Mmm, wish the Master would let me sleep with him - he must be every bit as heavenly as Treize first thing in the morning. More so, maybe, because I -/ He cut that thought off abruptly and put down his coffee so he could turn the newspaper page.
Warm, clean and shaved, Treize left the bathroom and moved to pull on his clothes. "Why does Duo bother you so much, Wufei?" Treize asked, pulling on a pair of 'normal' underwear.
/Because the Master thinks he's cute./
"He's too cheerful, especially in the morning, but really it goes on all day. And if you let him, he never stops talking. And then there's that silly braid..."
/And the man he loves loves him back. Yes, that's it exactly. He's got someone to love him and the Master thinks he's cute. Altogether a very bad job, I'd say, but I'll be damned if I'm going to tell *you* that.../
"Why do you ask?"
He shrugged, easily slipping into his pants. "Because I like you both and just want to know why the tension is there at all -- so he's too perky for you. That's perfectly normal."
/You like him too. Of course, everyone loves Duo, the braided wonder. *Damn* I'm in a foul mood - and I just got laid, too. So what's my excuse?/
"Yes. It is. How was your oatmeal?" Wufei asked, looking rather dubiously at the bowl near Treize's chair.
Treize sat back down in the chair after pulling on his sweater. "Quite good." He murmured, picking up his spoon. "But also remember that I ate dog-food or nothing for three months, so anything is 'good'."
His breakfast companion gave a disapproving snort. "Hn. Barbarians. Give the whole community a bad name, those sort do." Having finished his first cup of coffee, Wufei could now tuck into his breakfast, which he did, but not until after he pointed to the plate of poached eggs and bacon and told Treize, "*This* is an English. Best breakfast in the world," he stated beginning to feel somewhat happier. "Well, are you ready for your meeting with the Master? What kinds of skills do you have?"
/No, I'm not ready, not at all..../ He swallowed, shaking his head. "I was a lawyer and a politician -- is anything I could do really applicable to a house like this?" /Aside from trying to make nice with as many people as possible.../ He ate more oatmeal, trying to figure out what Wufei hated so much about it.
"Hmm," Wufei said, narrowing his eyes a bit at Treize. "Well, *I* can't tell what he's going to do with you, but that's nothing. He's very good at finding out a person's strength and getting the job to suit it. Like Duo - never picked up a pot or pan in his life, but the Master found out he'd been dragged along on all of his mother's fancy cooking classes. It seems that while Mummy didn't learn much, Duo did. Surprised everyone - Duo most of all."
He refilled their coffee cups and then asked, "Care to see the paper?"
"Ah -- yes!" Treize exclaimed, instantly reaching for the 'world news' section. "Just a shot in hell, but I'd like to see how the election turned out... It should have been... two night ago."
He scanned pages, flipping through quickly as he ate -- something he'd learned to do long ago, eat and read without making a mess. "Deutschland, Deutschland..."
He stopped, finding in a small box just what he wanted -- and didn't want to see.
"Reichert wins election, unopposed, months after mysterious disappearance of opponent."
Wufei raised an eyebrow and bit into his toast. "You were running for office? Which one?"
Treize gave a very faint smile as he turned the paper towards Wufei, letting him read the headline of the very short article: "Results for election of head of Bundeserat."
"It's the upper house -- more like the American senate than your House of Lords here. It's not an election, really, but a choice within the parties, and without me there..."
"Sounds like you were getting to be a powerful man." Wufei mused after reading the article. "Do you think your opponent had something to do with your kidnapping?"
"No," Treize murmured, shaking his head. "The real power is the chancellor. Which usually follows being the head of your party." He smiled a little, wickedly. "I'm a moderate Marxist socialist, which pulls the Communist votes, the liberals who want government aid, the socialists, of course, and a good bit of the nationalists. If..." He shook his head. "Even if I could get back home, my career in politics is ruined."
"I'm terribly sorry about that," Wufei said sincerely. But..." The Chinese man tipped his head to the side and regarded the man across from him. There was a faint smile on his face. "Do you know what the Master does for a living? Well, not for a living, I guess, he inherited enough to live on, but, for his pocket change, then? Did he tell you he's a financier? That he's a major stockholder of several of the UK's largest companies and a few international ones as well? Did he mention that his investment company made a cool $2 million in the first quarter of this year alone and that he's expecting more than that from the merger talks he's in right now?"
Wufei sat back with his coffee and watched to see how the socialist across the breakfast table would react to the news.
"You're trying to bait me," Treize murmured, sipping the coffee, then setting it back down. He decided he must be the only person in existence that liked Ersatz 'coffee' -- nay, not just liked it, but refused to drink real coffee in favour of it. "That's bad form. And I don't have a problem with making money -- I just think more of it should be taxes redistributed to aid those who need it." He pushed his cup away from his, stretching a little. "Very good food."
Wufei laughed. "Quite the cool customer, aren't you? Well then you'll be glad to know that he usually puts upwards of 50% of all his personal earnings into his private foundation. It funds all sorts of charities and community programs, quite a bit of overseas work as well, but most of it here in the UK."
/Amazing -- he baits me, and the tells me something like that,/ he mused, eyes drifting over the newspaper again.
He regarded Treize for a moment. "But it can't be denied, he's a capitalist, through and through - which horrified his parents, of course, because they wanted so badly to be seen as Old Money. He got them back, though. Convinced his sister to go into a profession, too. I bet they were tearing their hair out about that one," Wufei chuckled. "He told me they spent an outrageous amount on her debut, and then she went and chucked it all to go to law school." He shook his head in amusement and then stopped. A worried expression crossed his face. "Damn! I really shouldn't be telling you this stuff. Don't say anything about it to him, especially anything about his sister. He gets prickly about that, and if there's anything you don't want to do it's make him prickly."
Treize looked, for a moment, somewhere between stunned and a little thoughtful. "No, little bits of information make it easier to understand him." /Anything to understand him helps./ "Law school, you say? What did she look like?" /Because if she's any good at all, I'll know her./
"Never mind," Wufei said firmly. "I've said too much already." He stood and made a quick inspection of himself in the mirror. "Are you ready to go up to his office?"
"As ready as I can be," he murmured, straightening his sweater out of habit. He'd have to read the newspaper everyday, just in... case.
Wufei led the way out of their room into a small lobby area where an elevator awaited them. "You'll exercise in the gym everyday, but he doesn't like people coming to his office sweaty, so we take the elevator," Wufei explained as they stepped into the car. He pushed a button marked "3" and the doors shut smoothly.
"This place is a *maze*." Treize shook his head as it started to go up. "Elevators!"
"It's three floors and the basement level, but there are two wings and several outbuildings. It's a fairly large estate." The doors opened onto an intimate waiting room, furnished with white walls and dark woods, an almost nautical feel to the decor. Locking the elevator with a key drawn from his pocket, Wufei indicated an overstuffed arm chair by a cheerful fire. "Wait here, I'll tell him you're ready to see him."
With that, the Chinese man entered a series of numbers in an electronic lock next to a deeply burnished door. It clicked open and he disappeared through it.
Now he was in the familiar room behind Zechs' office. "Master..." he purred quietly, trying to not think about what the blonde man had done the night before to the slave outside. "I've brought Treize up for you."
Zechs turned slowly from the computer screen he was staring at and let his gaze wander up and down Wufei's body. The he smiled, slowly, and sat down in a large arm chair near the window. "How awfully good of you, sweet pet," Zechs replied in a low, smooth voice. "Come here - I need to touch you..."
/I need to touch *you*... Be touched... Oh, master.../ Wufei was obedient, and neared the chair eagerly before he crawled into Zechs' lap. "Ma~aster..."
Zechs didn't let him get any farther, pulling him close and taking his mouth in a deep and fiery kiss. Long fingers tangled in jet black hair as the blond man's tongue plundered his slave's mouth. His other hand wandered down Wufei's back, under the waistband of his pants to cup a tender buttock and squeeze it gently. "Hmmm... sweet little toy..."
"My master," Wufei returned, once he could speak again. wantonly rocking against Zechs was all he wanted and could do just then, rubbing himself thoroughly against his owner's strong body.
"Stand," Zechs ordered in a sultry voice, indicating he wanted Wufei to stand up on the chair.
And he did, with a foot placed firm on either side of Zechs' hips. "Master...?"
"Quiet," Zechs said in a passionate whisper. He put a hand up over the younger man's crotch and squeezed the bulge he found there. Pressing his face to it, he breathed in the scent of his slave and ran his tongue over the growing erection before leaning back and murmuring, "Take your trousers down - slowly."
How slowly was too slowly, how slow was too fast? He hooked his fingers into the waistband of his pants, and began to carefully work his trousers down, feeling them scrape over his aching erection.
Zechs eyes were locked on that hardened member, watching intently as Wufei revealed it, bit by bit. When the cloth was off of it, he growled deeply leaned forward, breathing on it with warm, gusty breaths. The he used the point of his tongue to give it's length a long, hard lick.
Warm, hot and wanted lathe over his hardness... "Oh, Master! M-master... Please!" His hands braced on Zechs' shoulders when his knees threatened to buckle.
Zechs covered the slim shaft with his mouth, but didn't actually touch it at all. Instead, he stopped, pulled off of it and said, "Turn around, my slave. And bend over a bit. I've got you so you won't fall..."
"Oh, Master..." he purred, turning and bending to present his ass to his master. /So good.../
"Remember my love, you are not to come, and you may not touch yourself..." His voice trailed off as he pressed his face against that luscious flesh. He held Wufei steady and proceeded to lick and kiss and tease the tender places between the boy's cheeks, pulling back every once in a while to kiss and bite the tight, round bottom. "Dear God," he whispered, "You are such a miracle..." So saying he pressed back in until his tongue rested on the trembling entrance, teasing it oh so lightly and relishing it's tiny quivers.
The firm bottom pushed back, as Wufei tried to open up for Zechs. "Master..." His moans were barely pants, now, as his hands clung to the arms of the chair, nearly bent double to better take the pleasure.
"Not yet, pretty one... not yet." The blond man made his tongue into a point and stabbed at the tiny center, flicking it in and out just the barest amount. "Mmmmm.... Wufei..."
"Oh, master... please, Master, let me... ohhhh...." Treize didn't know what he was missing, by not giving himself over completely to the master.
The tall blond took a deep breath and sat back in his chair, hand still gripping Wufei firmly, just rubbing softly at his buttocks and enjoying his view. "How much do you *really* want this, my pet?" he drawled to Wufei.
"So much, Master," Wufei panted. "I want you so badly..."
Zechs' voice was low and rather menacing. "Not good enough, Wufei." He gave the rounded bottom a hard slap, feeling a rush of adrenalin at the sight of the red hand print he left there. He blew cool air softly across the reddened area and then said, "Tell me again, Wufei - how much do you really want this?"
"I have to have it," he pleaded, voice a soft whine of want. "Master... Need you, or I'll die..."
"Ohhh, we couldn't have that now, could we? Life without my sweet Wufei would be bleak indeed... Now let me see, which toy for this pretty little ass?"
Zechs reached into a drawer in his desk and opened a keycoded locked box. Pulling out a probe of moderate length and thickness, but with rounded studs down its length, he rummaged a bit more and brought out a small white towel before locking the box and shutting the drawer.
"Now my pet," he cooed to Wufei, let's give you your reward, shall we?" He wasted no time in that effort, rubbing the pre-lubricated probe against the little rosebud between Wufei's cheeks and draping the towel over his knees and lap. With a slight nudge for warning, he pushed the probe in with one, smooth push, and, at the same time, reached around the slender body of his slave and grasped the turgid erection there. "Feel it, pet... feel yourself being screwed."
"Ohhhh.... it's you, master, inside me, doing this to me," he panted, knowing he sounded like a bitch in heat. All for his master. Carmel hips rocked back slowly, languidly. "Deep inside me, master... I feel it all... every, oh, cold little bit..."
Zechs began to work the rigid shaft, using the seeping fluid to lubricate it and running his thumb around the head before giving it a firm stroke down and the same back up. The probe was as deep as it could go and the sight of it was so deliciously obscene that the blond was nearly dizzy with pleasure.
"Now my love, I want you to come for me. Right here, right now... show me how well-trained you are..." He slammed the heel of his hand against the bottom of the probe, lodging it firmly into Wufei and tugged at the boy's shaft with long but quick strokes. "Do it *now*, Wufei..."
Well trained indeed, for it only took that shove, those words, and he spilled over, spurting thick strands of semen onto the towel Zechs had so carefully laid on. To be so possessed so fully, so wonderfully taken and filled, having his master do it, make the release gained all the better, as he slid into the blissful state that always followed orgasm. "Mmm..."
Zechs picked up the towel as he slid the probe out. "Lovely, little one," he purred. "Very well done, indeed." The towel was folded and Wufei wiped clean before Zechs pulled the loose pants up and brought Wufei into his arms. He claimed another kiss, softer, more intimate than the earlier one had been. "You give me such pleasure," he whispered to the slender man in his arms, and then went back to kissing him.
"All yours, master," Wufei murmured quietly, winding his arms around Zechs' neck, absently casting a thought to Treize, still waiting outside. /The master is mine.../ More kisses, and he shifted closer.
"Mmmm... I could kiss you all day, little man, but our novice awaits." Zechs spoke softly, nuzzling Wufei's neck as he did so, hand tangled in dark, silky hair. "So go now, and tell him to come to me. Perhaps I will visit you both tonight..."
"Oh, that would be wonderful, master," Wufei purred as he rose. "He is a raw talent, a dirt covered jewel..." /That I just want to bury completely.../ Smoothly, Wufei headed towards the door, and opened it.
Treize was asleep in the chair he'd been sitting in.
Wufei closed the door behind him, knowing the Master would want to tidy up. He gave a small frown to the sleeping man. /How could someone fall asleep knowing he'll be meeting with the Master in a matter of minutes! Hn - my black mood continues. He deserves better than someone who has no interest in him.../
"Treize!" he said in a low but irritated voice. "Wake up, you ingrate! How can you be sleeping! You're keeping the Master waiting."
One eye cracked open, and he mumbled, "Just napping... you were gone *forever*, anyway. What were you going in there? Copulating?" He rose, languidly, stretching utterly lazily.
/Or something approximately like it./
"Just go in, please, and don't do anything that'll make either one of us look bad, all right?" He really had to get ahold of himself, Wufei thought. This bad mood was turning nasty...
"I won't," he murmured, walking smoothly toward the door. One hand was placed shakily on the door, and then, after a pause, he turned the handle and stepped in.
All the while completely unaware of Wufei's mood.
/I'm still his favorite./
Wufei stared at the man's back as he paused in the doorway. /He just proved it, didn't he? He left Treize waiting so he could be with me. That's the important thing to remember in all of this.../
Turning towards the elevator, he resolved firmly to put Treize and what he would be doing that morning completely out of his mind.
End of Chapter 6
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