19 Dec 2000
Next chapter - waking up. ^_^
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 ^_~)
The fire had burned down to glowing embers by the time Zechs stirred to wakefulness. There was something troubling nearby, something that wasn't quite right, and it had reached far down into the blond man's sleep, to touch a prickly finger to his mind and force him awake. He opened his eyes and, for one brief moment, was uncertain as to where he was. That was a feeling he had had so few times in his life that it stood out as a warning. /Something's amiss... the routine's been broken... I don't like my routines mucked about with and when I find out who did it -/
It was then that he realized he was lying on the floor of his own office, in front of a dying fire that, blessedly, still glowed with heat.
That was the least disturbing thing, however. What was even more troubling was the fact that he was lying on the floor of his study, having been asleep... with someone beside him.
A shiver ran through him as he gazed over at Treize, who had been curled next to him, and the first thought that came to him was, /I'm a damned lucky bastard./
Since the first time he'd lost his virginity, to a family member who'd taken him as he slept, Zechs had made it a point never, *ever* to fall asleep when someone else was in the room. He had fucked more boys and men than he could possibly count, but he hadn't ever truly "slept" with any of them in the literal sense of the word. Sleeping left one vulnerable. Sleeping meant a loss of power and control so profound that the most dreadful things could happen and the sleeper would have no defense at all from them.
Yet here he'd been, stretched out, with his arms firmly around his newest slave. Anything could have happened, and he was just bloody fortunate that nothing had - that he knew of, anyway.
He got to his feet slowly, lifting Treize with him as he stood. The man's creamy skin, shot through with fine scars, gave off a heady scent of soap and man and sex, and as he walked, still a bit groggy, to the door, he allowed himself to bury his face in the silky brown hair. Then, slipping out of the room, he crossed to the elevator and stepped inside.
"Nnn?" The man in his arms shifted a little, pressing instinctively against the warmth of the broad chest to ward off the chill of the night. "Ich liebe..." he trailed off into a soft yawn, those blue eyes not opening as he finished with, "Du."
Zechs looked down at Treize's face. /No you don't, really ... you're just very relieved that I'm not selling you. You're grateful to not be beaten or tortured anymore. You're feeling happy that you have enough food again, and a comfortable place to live... No, Treize - you're not in love with me... and I don't fall in love, myself. Never have, never will.../ The doors opened smoothly and he stepped out into the hallway outside of Wufei's room.
/Poor dear Wufei - I'll have to make it up to you today.../
"'re a wonderful master," Treize murmured muzzily, one arm moving to go around Zechs' neck. His face pressed against Zechs' neck, nuzzling there tiredly --the man was obviously ready to drift off to sleep again, right in Zechs' arms.
The door opened to Wufei's room, and the young man peered out, black hair a sleepy mess.
"Master?" /You didn't beat him? Sell him?/ It was confusing to see his master, normally so strict, carrying the man toward him.
"Sorry to wake you, dear one," the blond man said softly. "Let me get him inside."
Zechs walked in to the room, dimly lit by the glow of the nightlight in the hall. He laid Treize on the bed and pulled away what was left of the mesh, stuffing the shreds into his trouser pocket before covering the slave with a blanket.
He turned to Wufei and reached out for his hand, drawing him out into the hallway. Once there, he pressed the boy to the wall, wrapping his arms around the lean hips and burying his face in touseled black hair. "Forgive me, beautiful boy, for leaving you this evening. Let me make it up to you later this morning..."
"Master." A soft breath as he held Zechs in turn, though lightly becuase anything more wouldn't be allowed and he knew it. "What will happen with the new one...?"
"I'm keeping him - at least for now." He was lying, to himself as well as to Wufei, and he knew it. He had no intention of having Treize any more than a hundred feet from him in the foreseeable future. The man was simply too delicious to stay away from.
/Dammit,/ Wufei swore internally, while rubbing himself up and all over Zechs.
"But he'll need special consideration with his training," Zechs continued, pressing kisses to Wufei's caramel throat. "Somehow we have to be more strict with him than usual but less forceful at the same time... Mmmmn... it will be a very fine line to walk." Foregoing talk for the moment, the blond buried a hand in Wufei's hair and pulled the boy to him, kissing him passionately as the other hand trailed down to brush little rosy-brown nipples, "Will you be able to help me, sweet pet?"
He wanted just the pleasure, Zechs' touch... "How *can* we be stricter, but less forceful, Master?"
"We start with the basics, lovely boy," he whispered into Wufei's ear, then traced the inside of it with his tongue. "I want you to make sure he knows every rule in the house. What to call me, how to act when he sees me, how to act towards other slaves..." The blond's hand wandered lower and found Wufei's erection, stroking it in a possessive way. "I want him drilled. I want him down on his knees when he sees me before he even knows his body is doing it..." His voice trailed off and he smiled in the dim light. "Down on his knees..." The thought of it sent a fiery thrill through him and he stared seductively at Wufei. Letting himself sink to the ground, Zechs knelt in front of his slave, who, conveniently, was wearing no clothing.
"Oh, my pretty little pet," he whispered, and then leaned forward and took the hardened shaft into his mouth.
"*Master*!" He'd wanted to reply to things about training, ask questions on how it should be done, but he knew Zechs trusted him enough to get it right, and talking just then wasn't an option as his legs threatened to buckle --sex in the hallway was a wonderous thing!
His owner's eyes were closed in pleasure, hungry sounds coming from him as he sucked and licked and rasped the twitching shaft with his teeth. Zechs's hands circled Wufei's hips and came to rest cupped around the pretty buttocks he loved so much, squeezing them and pressing them forward to drive the heated member deeper into his throat. Mercilessly, he began to push the boy in and out of his mouth, wanting to to be fast and overwhelming, wanting it to be rough.
The muscles under Zechs' hands flexed and clenched with every beat of pleasure -- Zechs knew very well what it was doing to Wufei, to be driven that way, and how well trained the young man was, to the point where he couldn't come without being told. "Oh, master, master!" he cried out sharply, waking Treize in the bedroom
Zechs pulled away from the boy just long enough to growl, "*Now*, Wufei!" in a stern voice, and then he pressed the boy forward, driving the shaft directly down his throat.
Every time Wufei came, it wiped away all memories of past experiences with the master, making each more golden than the last. This was no different, as he came seconds after he'd been ordered to, before his mind even registered the order, spurting down the handsome blonde's throat.
His master swallowed every drop and then let out another growl. His hands were on the backs of Wufei's knees and in less than 5 seconds Zechs had stood and the dark-eyed slave was being held up against the wall, legs spread and pinned by powerful arms. Zechs had opened the front of his trousers and lubricated himself while he'd been pleasuring Wufei, so that now he simply drove hard between those widely spread legs, impaling the younger man on his shaft. Then, he pulled out briefly, only to ram back in, beginning a pounding rhythm and dropping his head to bite the slave's shoulder and hold him firmly in place.
Palms pressed firmly to the maroon textured wall, Wufei pushed back onto his master, moaning softly. "Master! Wonderful, master... ohhhh!" It was completely making up for what he'd been deprived of earlier.
His shoulder was bitten harder, a signal that he shouldn't be speaking, and then Zechs gave several long, hard thrusts and came. He filled Wufei to overflowing and then held still, his breathing hot and ragged in the delicate ear. "Uhhhhn... Wufei... sweet fucktoy..."
He licked the place on the slave's shoulder where he'd left marks, the skin tender and red, and then nuzzled up to the Chinese man's ear again. "I've changed my mind," he growled. "I want you upstairs and on my study table, *NOW*"
Moving his hips forward to un-impale himself, Wufei breathily moaned. "*Yes*, Master!"
The morning came too soon for Wufei, who had gotten but two hours of sleep during the previous night.
But it had been worth it.
Now, he kept his eyes closed and let himself stretch luxuriously, if a bit painfully, remembering the incredibly delicious and thoroughly obscene things the Master had done to him. /God, he's so wonderfully perverted.../
As he stretched, though, his hand encountered a firm resistance and everything came back to him.
Treize. Treize who had complained all the way through what had to have been one of the best fucks he'd ever had in his boring, straight-laced life. Treize, who'd hurt the Master so damned thoughtlessly, caring only about staying within his narrow little comfort zone and to hell with anyone else.
Wufei imagined hearing a moist popping sound as the memory of his late night spent on the Master's table disappeared, only to be replaced by a thoroughly cranky mood.
Scowling over at the other slave, he nudged him. "Get up, whiner - breakfast will be here soon."
"Mmm?" Treize stretched luxeriously, feeling terribly sore from being taken twice, so hard, but it was a good sort of sore. "Name-calling are we, now?"
"What if I am - you deserve it." There was an angry pout on the Chinese man's face as he stood and crossed the room, heading for his bathrobe. "Too bad he didn't sell you, that's all I can say. Hn."
"Wufei," Treize murmured as he sat up, "the master and I had a very long talk last night. Well, after Yuy almost *shot* me, so I'm assuming you called him... But we had a talk and... I'm going to try much harder now."
"Yes you are," Wufei said cinching his robe and turning to face Treize. "And *I'm* going to make sure you know every rule in this house so well that you'll be a model of obedience even in your sleep!" He crossed his arms and leaned against the wardrobe, looking for all the world like a touseled but very fierce kitten.
Then the words hit him. /"The master and I had a very long talk last night."/ He didn't much like the sound of that.
"What did you talk about?"
Searching back in his mind, Treize mused that they'd talked about nothing, really, nothing that the master would have him pass on. "Why I had so much trouble last night with the chains. Other things." A quiet laugh left him. "And it's official that I'm troublesome."
"No kidding," Wufei muttered and came to sit on the bed. "That was such damn good sex you were getting last night... I can't *believe* you didn't like it."
Treize only gave a rolling shrug as he moved his legs over the side of the bed. "I was scared senseless, and by the time I wasn't anymore, it was over."
The man's languidness grated like sandpaper on Wufei's sense of fairness, and for once he was not going to keep it to himself. "You know something, Treize? I'm getting sick of how underwhelmed by all of this you are - or should I say *pretend* to be."
He walked over to the bed and stood in front of the other slave with his arms crossed firmly, a scowl on his face. "You think you can just come into this house and charm the Master into giving you everything you want. Well, I have news, your highness. You have been bought, *bought* by that man upstairs. He *owns* you, and he can bloody well do whatever he *likes* with you. Now in *spite* of that, he's been treating you like gold. So as far as I can see, you have no right to refuse to do something, or to whine about it, or to tell us how to do things. So stop pretending you're back in your office ordering your little secretary around. You're in a completely different world now, Treize, and you'd better start acting like it."
Treize looked calmly up to Wufei, before he spoke. "I'm aware of that, Wufei," he murmured. "Completely aware of it, really. But how *should* I be acting around here? Like a trembling little thing in front of the master, then sharp-tongued when he's not around?"
Wufei's scowl deepend. "You act the way you're told to act. Period. Does that mean trembling when the Master is around? Yes. Does it mean being insolent with *me*? No. The Master wants me to take care of you getting trained on the basics. I don't think he would put that kind of trust in me unless I deserved it."
Amazing -- Wufei had taken a cynical barb aimed at him and completely ignored it. Treize sighed heavily as he stood up. "Nevermind. Just... nevermind." He started walking towards hte bathroom to clean up as quickly as possible.
But Wufei was in front of the bathroom door before Treize could get there. "No! That is not the attitude we have here!" His expression had gone from slightly pouting to out-and-out anger. "Attitude changes start with the little things, Treize. You're being here depends on whether or not you're trainable, and "trained" slaves do not walk out when someone with higher status is talking to them. Now what will it be? Are you going to start bending that stiff neck of yours, or are you going to be sold?"
Treize stopped there, and looked at Wufei, expression serious, silent for a moment, before he asked, "What were you asking again?"
Wufei's expression didn't change. "Go back to the bed and lie down on your belly."
/Oh, heavens.../ He wasn't even going to ask why -- he just pivoted smoothly, and stretched out on the bed.
The Chinese man watched as Treize obeyed and waited for several seconds before he said anything else. "You should pay close attention to what you're doing now, Treize. Do you know what you're doing? You are obeying an order, and you did it rather well. You didn't talk back, you didn't ask why, you didn't tell me you'd rather not today. You just *did* it: turned around and got onto the bed."
He walked around at looked down into Treize's face. "Now, what we have to do is get you to do what you just now did to *every* order that you're given -by the Master, when he is here, by me, if that Master so wishes it, or by someone else, should the Master decide to share you for a night. Do you understand?"
Head craned to look up at Wufei, Treize nodded once. "Before I would have thought it easy to follow every order given... but it *is* hard. However, I think it very possible that someday I'll be as obediant as you." And there was no sarcasm in his voice -- just a truthful statement.
"I hope so - for your sake..." His voice trailed off and he looked troubled for a moment. "One of the things the master sometimes does with slaves who have difficulty with training is loan them out to other owners that he knows. They either come back very, very different or we don't hear from them again..." He looked down at the floor for a moment, the slightest hint of pink in his cheeks. "I... I don't want that to happen with you."
Still not moving from laying as he'd been told, Treize turned a little more to look at Wufei. "I'd rather not leave you and the master, if I've got any choice -- so I'll just *have* to learn to do as I'm told. There's no question to it."
Wufei nodded. "You may get up now and use the shower."
"Thank you." Sitting up again, Treize moved into the bathroom to take his shower, something he felt he desperately needed becuase he'd not cleaned himself after his bout of sex with the master.
Wufei wandered over to the mirror against the far wall and stared critically at himself. He looked, to himself, like a slave who was about to lose his status. "You know what's coming, don't you. The Master has never walked out on a session the way he did last night." It was almost assured, to his way of thinking, that he would have sent Treize away in the night.
But he hadn't. Treize was still here, and had been carried down to the room by the Master himself. *Carried* for God's sake! /Well, maybe while he's away in France I can get Treize to shape up a bit.../
He looked up again at himself, apprehensively, then shook his head.
Ten minutes later, feeling blissfully clean again, Treize entered the main room to get dressed. "What's the agenda for the day, Wufei?"
The breakfast had come while Treize was showering and Wufei was finishing his toast and checking the stock market reports. He looked up at Treize with a distracted air. "You're going to practice kneeling, downcast eyes, and how to present yourself to the Master. Then we'll talk about appropriate behavior with other people."
"Oh -- alright. What should I put on?" he asked, standing there in only the towel he'd wrapped around his hips. There was no need to mention that he'd spent most of the night before on his knees...
Wufei rose in a shower of crumbs, which he cursed, and went to Treize's wardrobe. He took out the loose-fitting, blue-black pants they had bought at Harrod's and a velvet collar of the same hue. "These should suffice. You'll need room for lots of kneeling and bending today."
Sighing, Treize nodded, starting to slip into the pants once Wufei had handed them to him. "I guessed last night that I'd be doing this today."
"What do you mean?" Wufei frowned.
"Becuase I held an entire conversation while down on my knees and the master took it in stride -- which told me it was just what he expects of me," Treize mused, steady hands going up to fasten the collar.
The faintest smile crossed Wufei's lips. "Oh, yes, the kneeling is difficult to tolerate in the beginning, before your legs are used to it. After a while it gets to be like standing - you can do it for hours, but I remember going to my bed, when I was a boy, and aching everywhere -- especially my ass and my knees. Good thing he was at school most of the day, so I had a chance to recover before he came back and had another go at me. Weekends were bloody hard at first because of that..."
"I'm sure of it," Treize murmured. "Master started this young, then?"
"Mmm - he was sixteen when his father gave me to him as a present. I think he wanted to keep the Master occupied so 'Daddy' wouldn't risk losing any slaves to his son. I was the first slave he ever owned." Wufei's voice, as he spoke, was tinged with nostalgia and a tiny bit of pride.
Treize smiled a little as he moved to sit down at the breakfast table. "How old were you?"
"Twelve," came the matter-of-fact reply. "A trader found me on the street and took pity on me. He knew the Master's father was good to his slaves, so he took me there first thing."
Wufei sat down at the table and reached for the coffee carafe. "I was his for about a month and then he gave me to the Master." He stopped speaking while he poured his coffee, but then continued. "I couldn't believe my luck, actually. He was young and he was the most beautiful creature I'd ever seen." Wufei smiled into his cup as he lifted it to drink. "And it didn't hurt that he was the perfect match to every fantasy I'd ever had."
"Very lucky indeed," Treize mused quietly. /You could have been sold to one of those people I was.../ "Master is a very kind man, and *very* beautiful."
Wufei looked across the table at him, skeptical. "*You* think so? That's a surprise. It doesn't seem like he does much for you, if you know what I mean."
Treize gave a slight smile at that, an expression that actually reached his eyes. "Why would you think he doesn't?"
An eloquent shrug came in reply. "I guess because it seems... at least when *I've* seen the two of you together, that the pleasure you get from it is purely... well, *mechanical.* You don't look at him much... I don't know," the dark-eyed man shrugged again and sipped his coffee. "It's just a dynamic I see when the two of you are together. It's really different from the one I see when he's with a person who's crazy about him."
/Like you, who nearly starts humping his leg whenever he walks into a room,/ Treize mused, starting on the 'English' Wufei had ordered for him. "I get uneasy around more than one person at a time -- something else I'll have to work on."
"God forbid he ever sends you to a party - although that might be a way to get over that little problem in a hurry. Maybe I'll mention it to him, if he's in the mood..." Wufei's face crinkled up into a teasing smile as he polished off the last of his eggs and reached for the toast again.
"Oh, parties are different -- at least, the sort I'm used to are just... less intense, than being alone in a room with you and master," he chuckled.
Wufei rolled his eyes. "How about being alone in a room with three drunken businessmen who take turns with you for as long as they can before the other men lined up outside start pounding on the door to get in and have their turn? It's amazing how some of the most respected men in England act when they've had too much gin and not enough sex from their mistresses. They move in little packs for some reason - giving each other enough courage to screw as many boys as they can before they go back to wifey. Stupid sods."
"Thank god that I'm not a Englishman," Treize uttered decisively. "When did that happen to you?"
"Just once. I was 15 and had been especially impertinent to the Master, so he sent me there as punishment. Believe me, I learned my lesson. Since then I haven't had to go to any, but some slaves are taken regularly by their owners. In some circles it's the best way to cement your business relationships. A strange sort of "hospitality" if you will."
Wufei put on an expression that rather impressively transformed his exotic features into those of an older Englishman. "Benson?" he said in an Emglish Army Officer style of speaking, "Oh, Benson's a *ripping* good chap. I wouldn't hesistate doing business with him. Honest, upright, and shares his best pets with the rest of us. Now there's a *real* Englishman for you!"
Laughing softly, Treize nodded at that, "So -- that's what a 'party' is like? Interesting. I can see the sense of that, but... how strange. Where does that go on? I had no idea... that it was legal but I don't think there are any laws against it... Hmn."
"There given in manor houses, mostly, although slaves are almost always taken to them blindfolded. You'd be surprised at how many of them there are - slaving isn't so rare as one might think."
Wufei put down his coffee cup and stood, stretching. "I'm going to shower. We'll have an hour of training before you're due upstairs." WIth that he disappeared throught the bathroom door.
Sitting back in his chair and going back to eating, Treize mused that the more he obeyed, the better things got. /All the more reason to do as I'm told, isn't it? Can't lock up like I did last night. That was just idiocy./Savouring every bite of food that he got, he let his mind drift, to think upon the pleasant soreness of his ass. Sex with the master was so much better than it had been with the masters who'd had him, before. There was pleasure aside from the pain, and that made it worth it all.
Wufei was having similar thoughts in the shower, caressing himself as he thought about the hallway and the study upstairs with it's pretty table... /God... I need it... /
And he'd have it again, soon, at least.
End of Chapter 12
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