11 Dec 2000
The next chapter - graphic yaoi.
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 'angel' had walked him back to the room, and now he entered it to find Wufei hunched over his desk, a pen in hand.
"Doing work, Wufei?" He asked, tossing the books onto the bed as he closed the door behind him. "I've got a position now."
A quick hand to his eyes to rub them a bit and then Wufei looked up at the older man. "Yes, I'm preparing some financial documents for a meeting he has coming up in Paris. So, what's the job?" he asked casually, bracing himself for the worst.
"His personal aide," Treize murmured, picking up the books to move them the the table they'd eaten at that morning. "I have to prepare him a report and organise things for the Paris trip."
/All right... it could be worse. Much worse. He'll be much like me, really, doing the paperwork that needs tending. I can accept that.../
"Well," the Chinese man said calmly, "that sounds right up your alley. Lawyers are always writing things like that, aren't they. Briefs or something."
Laying down his pen, Wufei looked at Treize, trying to determine what else had gone on upstairs. "What do *you* think of the post? Something you'll be happy with?"
Sapphire eyes glinted for a rare moment. "I think I'll enjoy it a lot. I'll be something between a paper-pusher and his personal butler," he smiled, sitting down at that table, "and that can't be but so bad. Still...
"Wufei, what's 'training' like?"
/Personal *butler??* What's *that* supposed to mean?/
"Training? Oh, well," Wufei crossed his arms and smiled, somewhat inscrutably. "It's like... sex. Without much fulfillment."
Cynically, Treize raised an eyebrow. "What the hell does that mean?"
"Just that," Wufei's smile broadened as he got up to stretch. "You'll be aroused, eventually to rather intense state, but you won't be able to recieve any gratification until your given permission." He wandered over to the the large wardrobe they shared and pulled out the small leather harness they'd bought the day before. "Remember this?" he said, tossing it to Treize. "That will get you started. Put it on, and you'll see what I mean..."
Treize sighed, pacing toward to bathroom to put it in place. "This will make concentration hard."
Wufei turned away from the obviously unhappy man and smiled to himself. "It's character building," he called back over his shoulder as Treize disappeared into the bathroom. /Well this should prove very enjoyable... but what *is* his position, really...?/
Moment later, Treize exited the bathroom, posture stiff. "Gott..." Then he gazed over to the wardrobe. "At four exactly, I have to be upstairs, wearing mesh. Don't let me forget?"
"Mesh? At four?"
Wufei had not wanted to say anything. He had wanted to stay calm and act as if Treize's last statement was the equivalent of, "I'm going to laundromat at 4, help me remember?" But it was obvious in his tone of voice, in the somewhat shocked look on his face, that the two were not equivalent at all.
Treize caught that expression, the tone of Wufei's repeating it back to him, and sighed, walking close -- dispite the tugging ache of his now hard member. "Wufei... I'm not competition for you. We're two completely different things for him."
"What do you mean by that?" the Chinese man replied, his voice quivering more than he liked.
"You're jealous, no?" Treize asked calmly. "You think I'm your replacement?"
"You didn't answer my question," Wufei replied, doing everything he could not to scowl. "How do you think he sees us? How does he see you that doesn't apply to me? And vice versa, of course."
"He loves you -- I'm just a new challenge," Treize murmured. "Like climbing a mountian -- you go up it, get your rush,then leave -- you can't stay there forever. I'm just a challenge. You're *his*."
Oh how Wufei wanted to believe that. But no words had ever said about it. Zechs gave away nothing of what he felt in his heart. It's true that Wufei had been his 'favorite' for the past three years or so, but what exactly that meant beyond bed was anyone's guess. He turned to his work at the desk, unable to face Treize. "Oh yes?" he said stiffly. "And just what makes you say that? You've only known him for a couple of days."
"I've seen enough," Treize spoke to Wufei's back, "to know that I'm right."
The dark-haired man turned suddenly, his eyes gone fiery. "Did you act this evasive with your friends and fiancee before you were taken? Because if you did I feel sorry for them. I ask you a simple question and you give me nothing but vague answers that you feel I should just accept. No *wonder* you were in politics!"
Crossing his arms and looking more than a bit perturbed, Wufei continued. "Just a piece of advice - you can take it or leave it. You seem to be completely confident in yourself, as if you could never be wrong, and sometimes it even comes across as if you're just too bored to give a damn. Well maybe that played well in your legislature, or in the courtroom, but you aren't there now! He *cares* for you, but even he can take only so much before he decides you're more trouble than you're worth. And then what will you do with that attitude of yours? Do you really want to go back to eating dog food? Are we all that much of a bother to you? Are you *that* bored with life?"
Wufei stopped speaking, his breathing heavy. A scowl seemed permanently attached to his face. "I thought you might have learned more at those other places."
"I learned to cower before you're hit, and maybe they'll laugh and go away. I learned how to relax before being gang-raped. I learned how to eat anything and sleep where I'm thrown." Treize glanced over the books. "I act differently around him than I do you, Wufei. It's that simple."
/Damn bastard/ Wufei thought to himself. "Right. Fine. I'm going back to work. You work across the hall, the rooms are monitored so don't do anything stupid. Lunch is at one, in here, but you'll be eating alone today, I've got to be somewhere." /Underneath the Master as a matter of fact... a very good lunching spot.../
Saying that, he turned back to his desk and sat down to work.
"All right," Treize murmured. "Then, I'll see you tonight."
With that, he picked up the books -- again -- and walked out into the hall.
Would one minute early truly be a sin? It was the weightiest thought on Treize's mind as he knowed on the door on Zechs' office, where he was to meet the man again.
/I'm on time, I'm on time.../
The first problem had been that Wufei wasn't talking to him -- grumpy little creature -- and that the workings of mesh were beyong him. But now he wore it, and decided he didn't *like* wearing it. Saran wrap would have been warmer. To make it worse, it was a form fitting body suit, with a thong -- too small, in his mind -- beneath it, and he was still wearing the cockring-harness that Wufei had given him to wear.
By teh time the office door was opened, his body felt like it was caught between and oven and a freezer.
"Come," a deep voice said from behind the door.
Treize swallowed, then entered into the room. "Master...?"
Zechs was standing with his back to the door, gazing out at the fading light of the autumn afternoon. He said nothing for several moments and then, in that same deep voice, he said, as if through clenched teeth, "You're. Late."
"I.." He looked at the clock in the room, then at the watch Wufei had let him borrow. "I'm sorry, Master -- the watch says that I'm a minute early." /Oh, hell. I'm ruined now, aren't I?/
Unfortunately, the clock on the wall said he was thirty seconds late, and counting.
Zechs turned slowly and pointed to the clock. "That, Treize," he said very softly, "is the only timepiece that matters. According to that you are thirty seconds late, and that is a sign of disrespect. I don't tolerate disrespect, Treize, no matter how inconsequential it may seem. Rules are rules* and they are either obeyed or disobeyed. When you come to me thirty seconds late you might as well come twenty minutes or an hour late; the rule has still been broken."
The tall blond walked slowly towards Treize. He was still expressionless, ice-blue eyes staring into sapphire and close enough, now, that Treize could feel his breath on him. "Do you understand what I'm saying, Treize?"
"I..." /Don't understand! Not at all!/ Oh, he wanted to scream those words, to make Zechs understand how *he* saw things. But that would be purified disrespect, wouldn't it? "Yes, Master. I'm sorry. It won't happen again."
"You're right," Zechs answered softly. "It won't. I'll see to that right now." Before Treize knew what had happened, Zech had magnetically attached a small chain to the harness Treize wore. That allowed him time to put on a small clip and the chain was transferred to it. It all happened in less than 5 seconds and when it was done Zechs gave a strong yank on the chain, pulling Treize's shaft upwards and dragging the harness's leather ring along his length. "Lateness will not be tolerated Treize."
The older man gave an obvious shiver, voice temporarily caught somewhere between a gasp of pain and one of simple overwhelming sensation. "Y-yes... I'll be on time from now on... I will." /Just don't... ah, don't pull that again. Please.../
Zechs expression softened and he pulled softly at the harness this time, slow, gentle tugs as he kept his eyes on Treize's face. "That's a good pet," he breathed. "I know you'll be a fast learner. I'm much rather give you pleasure than pain."
He could only nod, breathing hard becuase of those little tugs. "Yes, master..." It felt so good, those slow, slight little tugs that just flickered over a powerful itch in his body for more. "I wore a cockring all day for you, master."
That warranted a small but genuine smile from the blond, who replaced the tugs with long strokes of his finger up and down the hardened shaft. He leaned in towards Treize and breathed softly in his ear. "How did it feel?" he whispered.
"The truth?" Treize asked retorically. So hard to not turn his head and take a kiss, so hard... "Uncomfortable but good all at once. I wanted to come all day."
A few more slow strokes from long, golden fingers. "That's *very* good to hear, Treize. Because that's how I want you when you're with me. Pleasure deferred is simply the best training device there is, you see. It adds a certain -" he brushed a thumb across the wet hole at the top of Treize's erection - "*motivation* to learn and learn quickly." Tracing a long line down Treize's jaw with his tongue, The blond man stopped at the corner of his slave's mouth and pressed a kiss to it. "At least, that's how it's always worked in my house..."
"Ah, gott," Treize shivered, turning his head a little to catch even the lightest kiss. And was gratified when he got it. "What do you want me to learn?"
Zechs took hold of Treize's chin and stared at him intensely. "Two things come to mind immediately," he purred. "First, you must learn to call me "master," so that your last question would sound like this, 'What do you want me to learn, Master?' And second, you never take kisses from me, Treize," he murmured with his lips hovering above the older man's. "*I* give kisses to *you.* Is that understood?"
He wanted to lean in, kiss that firm mouth, feel the heat and slickness that proved so very much a part of Zechs. "Understood... Master." /Somehow... we'll be more even. Eventually./
"Very well done, pet," Zechs murmured and turned away from Treize without kissing him at all. There was a small sofa in the room, and before it was a hearth with baskets to either side holding kindling and fragrant wood. The Master took off the tie he'd been wearing and handed it to Treize before opening a small wardrobe that had been built into the wall, one of many in the room. "You will put my ties here," he said to the man behind him, and they will always be hung with the wider side facing out. I don't like them to overlap so take care that you space them properly. Now, hang that one up correctly and then go to the hearth and build me a fire. Then we'll have drinks." He walked past Treize on the way to the sofa, brushing up against as he did so.
That sent a shiver through the line of Treize's lean body, and he closed his eyes for a moment, simply feeling. The soft silken cloth in his hand didn't feel near as good as the man's neck itself had, the night before.
"Wider side out," he murmured, as if to remind himself. Truly, it was to distract himself better, to keep from jumping the blonde man and risking is wrath. Being sold wasn't at the top of his daily adjenda just then.
The little closet had row upon row of ties, all of them face-out. Moments after Treize placed the one he held, it seemed to blend in with the forest of cloth strips, and he wondered just how anal retentive his new owner was.
The small sofa was deep and overstuffed, upholstered in a soft, French blue fabric. Zechs had already toed off his shoes by the time Treize put the tie away and now he shrugged off his shirt, tossing it in a discretely-placed laundry chute before dropping on to the sofa and stretching langorously. He put an arm behind his head and simply watched Treize as he built the fire, while his other hand brushed across one taut nipple.
If wet dreams could be embodied, one was sprawled out on the sofa before Treize. "What... what do you want to drink?"
"Tanqueray, with a dash of bitters. The liquor cabinet is there." He pointed a long, golden finger at a small teakwood cabinet that stood low to the ground on the other side of the hearth. "Pour something for yourself as well, and - don't get down on your knees..." The only option this left Treize with was to bend completely over to reach the cabinet.
How completely cruel. How utterly and completely cruel. Treize knew full well what his clothes would do when he bent over like that -- they'd stretch and thin like an overtaxed nylon hose.
But he had no choice, so he strode over to the cabinent and began to absently prepare Zechs' drink. "And you'll be having this every day, Master?" As he got out the glass, he let his eyes drift over the drinks there were. He certainly felt like having hard liquor, but would it be whisky? Or bourbon?
Moments later, he straightened his back, and turned. The glass in either hand kept him from correcting the rather uncomfortable wedging of his body-suit. "Is this alright, master?" he murmured, offering Zechs the Tanqueray with his right hand, holding a glass -- not a shot -- of vodka.
Taking the drink, Zechs raised a fine, golden eyebrow at the glass Treize carried. "Planning on drinking yourself unconscious tonight, pet? Am I really that bad a prospect?"
"Not at all, master -- it's just to calm myself." /How pathetic an excuse was that?/
While Treize had answered, Zechs had reached down casually and taken ahold of the small chain attached to Treize's harness. The blond looked up at his slave, standing over him and pulled gently on the chain a few times. "Calm is fine," Zechs murmured in a slightly breathy voice, "oblivious is not. I don't want you so drunk that you can't get," another pull on the chain, "worked up. Understand?"
He nodded blithely, drawing a deep breath. "Understood, master." Treize wanted to tell him to not worry -- that *that* amount of vodka wouldn't get him drunk. That's he'd been drinking it so long he was nearly obvious to it... But the words didn't rise from his throat as he stood still there, looking at the beautiful face of the man before him.
A radiant smile came back at him. Zechs had turned slightly, his back to the arm of the sofa, long legs spread wide. He patted the sofa between those legs. "Sit down, Treize, and let's enjoy our drinks."
/Sit down? How?!/ An unsteady nod, and he moved to sit facing Zechs, the position very awkward. He wanted to be as close to the man as possible, but that was such a... strange position, wasn't it? "You'll have to forgive me, Master, I'm not... used to this."
Suppressing a laugh, Zechs kept smiling at Treize. "Well, we all have to start somewhere, don't we? You might be more comfortable if you turned around and leaned back against me."
That... was an idea he both liked and disliked. Being so close to the other man was a good thing, but not being able to see his face, or what he was going to do next... /Can't disobey an order like that,/ he told himself, as he did it, settling stiffly against Zechs. Stiff, at least, until he slid down some, so that the back of his head was pillowed on Zechs' shoulder.
The blond man didn't move to touch him, immediately though. Instead, he let Treize relax against him, get used to the closeness, without feeling threatened by a more invasive touch. His voice, when he spoke, was deep and smooth. "We have a while until dinner, and Wufei will join us after that. So I thought this might be a opportune time for us to get to know each other a little better."
"Ah." Treize let his eyes close, savouring the warm that was against his back. "I take it you mean 'get to know' in the biblical sense?"
"In time, my pet," Zechs purred. "But for now, I'd like to know more about you: how you're finding us all here, what you think of your new situation." He trailed a finger gently down Treize's arm. "You're a very aloof man - I'd like to change that..."
/You already are.../ He shivered at that gentle touch, lifting his glass up to his lips, glad for perhaps the first time in his life that he was left handed. At least his drinking wouldn't interfere with Zechs doing so, even if the back of the sofa threatened to interfere with him. "It's all very... new, master; I haven't had time yet to decide anything other than that I don't mind it here. And Wufei is terribly possesive of you, as I'm sure you know already, master."
"Yes, well - Wufei has been with me longer than any of my other slaves. He spent his entire adolescence with me. We know each other very well. It's good to have someone near you who you can trust to be loyal and understanding. Did you have that with your fiancee?"
Treize was silent in thought for long moments as he mulled it over. "She was loyal. But... it wasn't... simply wasn't *right*. She wanted the facade she saw at the office, I wanted a mother for Mari."
"What was the facade?" Zechs asked softly, ghosting his lips over Treize's temple.
"A dashing, cheery, womanizing lawyer," he murmured, sighing at the gentle touch there. "Someone who spent every night out at social gatherings. Not the man who went home, cooked dinner for his daughter, helped her with homework, then went to bed exhuasted before the next day started."
"Mmmn," Zechs purred by way of agreement. "Living two lives is draining in the best of circumstances." The softest kiss imagineable was place on Treize's hair. "So what was her reaction when she saw what life was really like?"
A tiny sound of contentment left Treize, and the muscles in his shoulders relaxed a little more. "She was a bit dissapointed, I suppose. But she adjusted." /She just wasn't happy about it -- it didn't thrill her like the facade did./
A soft, warm breath washed over Treize's ear and the deep but soft voice came again. "And the child's mother? Had things been more fulfilling with her?"
"I loved Leia," he murmured quietly, "Though not in the way a man should love a woman. We both made a mistake, but we had a kindred spirit..."
"Well, that in and of itself must be comforting to you. The knowledge that you shared your life with someone who truly understood you. That is much to be grateful for."
As the blond spoke, feather-light fingers brushed across Treize's right shoulder. "And it gave you your daughter, to whom you seem very devoted. Would you care to send her a letter? My couriers are excellent."
"You'd let me?" Treize murmured, turning his head enough to watch Zechs' profile in his peripheral vision. /He'll read it first, of course, but still.../ "All I'd like to do is assure her I'm not dead." /And that perhaps someday I'll be home again./
"I don't suggest things that I don't allow," the blond murmured. "If you have it ready by 10 o'clock tomorrow morning I'll have it to her by three in the afternoon." Graceful fingers stroked the side of Treize's neck.
"Ah, thank you, master," he murmured sincerly, shifting into that faint touch. THe glass of vodka was loosely clasped in his relaxed hand, his body relaxed and nearly humming with every touch Zechs gifted on him.
Taking a long, slow drink of his gin, Zechs felt a strange contentment steal over him. There would be a training session this evening, after Wufei arrived, but this was intensely pleasureable in a very different way. "Tell me about your law firm," be breathed, letting his hand drop slowly to Treize's nipple and grazing it slightly with the tips of his fingers.
That dragged a ragged sigh from the older man. "There isn't much to tell," he breathed in a huff of air. His nipples had always been sensitive, though there were seldom any women who'd think to tease at them like the man behind him was doing. "I had two partners in the firm. Catherine Barton and Relena Peacecraft."
To his credit, Zechs received this comment with almost no outward reaction. The only thing that betrayed the small frisson of shock that passed through him was a slight hesitation of his fingers as they caressed the other man. It was a stellar performance, because not only had Treize volunteered the names of his law partners, he had also identified one of them as Zechs' sister.
Recovering almost instantly, a ghost of a smile crossed his lips and he took another long drink. "Tell me about them."
"There isn't very much to tell," he murmured, lifting his drink to take a small swallow of it. "They are both very fine women, and I'm sure the firm is still doing very well. They're very skilled at what they do." He missed them both, some -- Catherine more, becuase he'd always been closer to her than Relena. /I hope that there was no retaliation against them.../
Fingertips had wandered slowly to the other nipple and Zechs rested his cheek against silky, golden-brown hair, asking, "Did you work well with them?"
"Mmhm. Very well. Better with Catherin than Relena... she was strange." A quiet chuckle left him as memories drifted through his mind of pre-case arguments. "She never did take any *really* heavy cases. We didn't press that, though."
This time, Zechs' control had to stifle a laugh. "Mmm - I've met a few young ladies like that. They were all brought up in homes where their parents spoiled them."
"Likely," he murmured. "The picture she painted of her brother was one of a very wealthy international brat. I'm sure you've met many of those over time." A slight shift, and he subtly arched up towards the fingers toying with his chest.
A slightly wicked grin against Treize's hair and then one nipple got the tiniest pinch. "Oh, more than you can imagine. But tell me, Treize, what's an *international* brat? As opposed to your average, garden-variety local brat?"
He smiled to himself again. /Damn, I want to fuck him.../
"Business man, slave owner, travels," Treize uttered, his conscious mind not realising that he was describing someone very much like the man behind him. "High-brow, egotistical, etc. Typical 'New Money' attitude towards the world. Catherine and I used to tease her about her obsession with her brother, and threaten to get his slaving business audited. Of course, it was all hollow threats, however..."
Warm caresses were now trailing down Treize's belly, stroking through the mesh and teasing the skin beneath. "However?"
"I was worth it to see the look on her face," he finished, shifting again. "Ah, gott that feels good."
"I'm glad of that. We have to discover what you take pleasure in, because pleasure is the currency of my house."
The touches became just a bit firmer, moving downwards with agonizing slowness. "Tell me about your sexual experiences before you were taken, Treize."
"Just Anne and Leia," he murmured, shifting up against to that hand. For a moment, the back of his neck rolled against Zechs' firm shoulder, then he stilled again, to take a sip of his drink. /And wouldn't Anne like to see this now?/ "'Normal' sex. Missonary position and not too much enjoyment for either side."
"Hmm... 'normal' sex doesn't sound very pleasant," the blond man mused. "It's always been my belief that pleasure is what sex is really for. And," he added, brushing his fingers against the very top of the curls between Treize's legs, "if you're not getting pleasure out of it, you're either ignorant of what you want, or you're with the wrong person..."
Zechs sighed and pressed his fingers just the slightest bit deeper into the gleaming curls. "Did you not *ever* have a sexual experience with a man?"
"Never," he murmured, rocking his hips just the slightest bit up to those pressing fingers. "I'd thought of it, but not... ever done anything." The restrained hardness between his legs seemed to pulse with his slowly speeding heart, and the ache only worsened as Zechs' hands neared it.
With one hand, Zechs put his drink down on the floor, deftly taking the nearly empty glass out of his companion's drooping hand as well. Although Treize's shaft was just a fingertip away from his other hand, the blond didn't proceed forward to stroke it's hardening length. Instead, his long, warm fingers trailed to the side, sliiping down to the very top of Treize's inner thigh.
/So soft... so very, very soft... ohhh... his lovely little garment isn't destined to last much longer.../
"Tell me," he said softly as his fingers continued their explorations, brushing lightly over heavy, rounded balls, "when you thought of it, what kinds of things did you imagine...?"
"Things..." he finally let his eyes close again, stifling a quiet moan. "Things just like this, master. Just exploring, feeling and touching. Women just lay back and expect you to do everything to them, and then get your 'reward' of fucking them... Foreplay *is* the enjoyable part of it all."
"You'll become a true sexual connosieur, pet - I'm quite sure of that," Zechs murmured, his voice becoming deeper and more breathy. "And there is so *very* much one can do... to heighten the pleasure of it..." Long, pale gold strands of hair fell over Treize's shoulders as Zechs leaned forward pressed a kiss to the older man's cheek. As he did he let his entire hand rest very lightly against the length of Treize's stiff member. "Your body aches for touches, and stroking, and kisses, doesn't it?" he whispered, kissing Treize's jaw.
"Yes, Master," he murmured, forcing hismelf to not turn his head and kiss the other man. /I cannot kiss him... cannot come... so much I can't do./ The stroke of fine silken hair against his shoulders was maddening, as he turned his head just hte littlest fraction towards Zechs. "May I kiss you?"
"No, Treize, but I will kiss *you*..." He leaned forward a little more, turning Treize's head towards him with his free hand, and captured the other man's mouth.
A pleasured hum left Treize's lips, as he lifted his own hand to cp the back of Zechs', kissing back just as much as he was being kissed. The overwhemling warmth of lips against his, of Zechs' motions...
The urge to turn Treize, to push him down on the sofa and take him there - harshly, swiftly, was nearly overwhelming. But Zechs fought it off and instead, let his hand slip further down so that his fingers could brush the tender cleft of Treize's buttocks. That's all it was - just the lightest brush, his fingers fanning out a little to press and explore.
As their lips parted, Treize drew a shuddery breath, trying to calm the pounding of his heart as he shifted a little, back against Zechs' hand. /Need to... do something./ His other hand slid down to daringly squeeze Zechs' crotch in a tender caress, as he went back to kissing the man who was now mostly beneath him.
Zechs' hand gripped Treize's wrist, gently but firmly, and drew it away from the blond's hardened shaft. As it did so, a tiny, sharp nip was delivered to Treize's lip. "No, no pet," he breathed against the other's heated mouth. "Don't touch me until I tell you that you can. Do you understand me?" As he finished his words, he pressed a finger deeper into that lovely cleft. "Obey me, Treize, and I will make you feel things you've dreamed about in your wildest fantasies - and so much more..."
Paralized by the press against his barely covered ass, Treize sighed quietly, before murmuring, "Don't you ever want someone to pleasure you, master?"
"Oh, you will learn that too, Treize. But first things first. We are discovering *your* pleasures this evening. /That way, I can use these pleasures to train you more effectively when it comes to pleasuring me.../
He sat up,gently and pushed Treize forward and down, so that he lay belly-down on the sofa, one long leg trailing off the side. Zechs sat just behind him, a position that gave him the loveliest view of the man's bottom. As his hands caressed Treize's back, careful to not irritate the scars that lay there, he asked, "Did your women ever play with you... down here..." Another long finger slid between firm globes and pressed lightly against a tender entrance.
The fabric of hte mesh had been pushed aside at last, and Treize gave a shudder at teh slight touch. "Never. It feels... *your* touches there feel very good, Master. But not *all* touches there have."
Mostly, he was glad just then that Zechs had wonderfully manicured fingernails, because even the slightest edge could hurt that tender area.
"I regret that you had to have experiences such as those," Zechs said, his voice soft and deep. "Had you been with me from the beginning, you would never have know such barbarism. But I want you to leave those unfortunate times behind you, Treize. You are safe here. You will be well-fed, well-clothed, warm and clean, and - as you learn my ways and your skills improve - you will spend days and nights in pleasure that is deeper and more profound than any you have ever known."
While he had been talking, Zechs had fetched the lubricant from under the couch cushion where he always kept it and now a well-slicked finger was rubbing the tight ring of muscle, light, quick rubs - only enough pressure to tease, not enough to push in.
But Treize still raised his hips up quickly, squirming. "Feels so good... I look forward to everything I can get..."
Zechs' hand come down sharply on one creamy buttock. "No moving tonight, Treize," he said firmly. "You are to stay still. *I* am the one who decides what pleasure you get. Now be still."
He groaned quietly. "Master... it's so tempting to move. I need..." He dropped his head down, staring at the arm of the sofa. "I need you to touch me."
"And I certainly shall, dear one," came the sultry reply. "But the longer you disobey, the greater the wait you will have. When you obey me, the pleasure comes quicker. Now, are you going to obey me, Treize?"
Inner lip bitten tightly for a moment, he finally nodded. "Yes, Master. What do you want me to do?" /Please touch me.../ The fire inside threatened to eat him alive, engulf him completely just then...
"I want you to be very quiet and don't move..." The long, slick finger rubbed at Treize's entrance once more, settling itself in the very center of the ring and pressing in, quickly and lightly - the closest it could get to penetration without actually being inside. "So sweet and tender here Treize," Zechs whispered, bending over the other man, hair brushing over his back and hot breath in his ear. "And this is *mine*, dear pet. I am the one who decides if you get fucked and who will do the fucking. And I promise you, Treize, you will be very strictly guarded. Wufei will take you occasionally, for training purposes, but in truth you are really for me alone."
The blond's tongue traced the inside of Treize's ear and he added, "All mine, beautiful man, and I plan to touch you, and lick you, and fuck you until you *scream* with pleasure. And there is absolutely *nothing* you can do to change that." Suddenly, he pushed his finger into Treize's body, finding his prostate with amazing accuracy, and began rubbing it with tiny, light movements.
/Why would I *want* to change that?/ Treize's mind asked him, as he left a gasp drip from slightly parted lips, hips straining to not move as the too much sensation of having that perfect spot rubbed washed over him. "Du besitzen mich. Nur Du...*"
Growling softly, Zechs slipped in another finger, slowly stretching the hot, tight passage. "Yes, Treize. I do posses you," he whispered and began rubbing his own clothed erection against Treize's bottom. "I want you only for myself, dear one - to hold you down and press into you, my seed a mark that brands you as mine. I want to bury myself in your body, Treize, and hear you groan until you're in an agony of desire for me..."
"Please," Treize pleaded, not shifting back onto thsoe fingers. "Do... do it, master."
"But not yet," Zechs murmured, his voice returning to its usual confident baritone. "Right now it's time for dinner." With those words he pulled his fingers smoothly from Treize's body and rose, opening a small door that revealed a tiny but exquisitely appointed half-bathroom where he washed his hands. As he dried them and turned off the bathroom's light, a knock came on the door.
End of Chapter 8
* "You possess me. Only you..."
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