24 Mar 2001
Pairings: Treize, Zechs and Wufei puddle!
Warnings: lemon, lemon and lemon -- and angst, o' course. ^__^ Not owned by us. ^_^
The hall emptied out onto the main floor, which now resembled a veritable bacchanal. Groups of men and boys were scattered all over the room and it seemed as if everyone in the huge expanse was fucking someone else. Many were groups of ten or fifteen men with two or three boys. No sooner had one man finished than another took his place. The air was warm and humid and smelled strongly of sex. Away from the main floor there were couples and groups of three, many holding boys up against the walls, others simply going at it on the floor. The noise was a palpable thing made of pulsing music and rhythmic moans and whimpers.
As Treize came out into the main room, he caught the eye of a tall man with short, brown hair and a ruggedly handsome face. Seeing Treize standing by himself, looking confused, shirt half-torn from him, he smiled and turned around to say something to the men he was with. Without hesitation they nodded and followed him towards the place Treize was standing.
"Look at this, mates - we've got a little lost lamb..."
By that point, Treize was tired, a bit winded from running like he had, and was taking a moment to rest before he plunged forward into the veritable orgy, looking for Zechs. /I hope to god that he's not fucking anyone when I find him.../
And then he saw the men approaching, and supressed an urge to roll his eyes at the man's call-out to his friends. /Lost lamb... I *feel* like a lost lamb. Hope to god Max didn't follow me.../
"Sirs, I'm looking for a Master by the name of Zechs," he started, adresing them calmly.
"Zechs?" the man said, appearing thoughtful. "David, didn't we see Zechs leaving with that little slut he'd been fucking?"
"Indeed we did, Rog - they were practically doing it on the hood of his car..."
"Rog" looked back at Treize, running watery-green eyes up and down his body and smiling in a rather predatory way. "Sorry, dearie - looks like he found someone else. I think you should stick with us..." Putting out a large hand, Rog reached around Treize and squeezed his buttocks.
"I think I should find my master," Treize eeked out, side-stepping another grope. It was too loud, if he cried out for help... no-one would notice. Or care. "But thank you for the help, sirs..."
David stepped up on the other side of him and a third man moved in front. Rog spoke again. "Going so soon? That's not very polite, sweetheart - we just met..." He made a grab for Treize's left arm and pinned it behind his back. David did the same thing to his right and then said in a gruff voice, "Got him for you, Wills."
"Get off of me!" Treize growled, struggling, but his arms were caught painfully behind his back. "ZECHS!!" No one would hear him, no-one would even care, but there was nothing to do for it but struggle fitfully and call out to Zechs, hoping that somehow he'd be heard -- by him or the party's host. "*Zechs*! Help! Get off me, damn you!"
Wills stepped forward slowly, a brawny man with short, wiry blond hair and huge hands. "I love it when they fight back," he said in a deep, raspy voice. Reaching out he rubbed a hand between Treize's legs with a terrible slowness before giving the shaft a long, drawn out squeeze.
"Gott," Treize moaned unhappily, still struggling. But it was sinking in slowly that it wasn't doing any good. "Zechs! *Zechs*!!!" Panic was setting in that shortly *he* would be like one of those boys, being passed around like a pocket-comb on picture day. /Masters are supposed to protect their slaves, damn it! Where *are you?!/
Through the din of music and sex, a strange little "click" could be heard and suddenly the squeezing stopped. Wills was frozen in place, the delicate tip of a knife blade at his throat.
"I don't believe this man wants your attentions, Mr. Saunders." Zechs's voice was low and smooth, despite the obvious contempt it carried. Two other men, taller than Zechs, were suddenly behind the men who held Treize. "Tell your goons to let him go or *my* goons will break their arms - or something a bit more *precious.*"
Wills's voice was strangled. "David, Roger - let him go *now.* Damn you, Marquise. You'll pay for this..."
"Don't give me your petty threats. Mr. Gilchrist, Mr. Soo - will you please escort Mr. Saunders and his *friends* to our host? I believe they're here without invitations."
Both men let go of Treize, but 'Rog' gave his arm a sharp little twist before Mr. Soo grabbed his shirt-collar roughly, taking him away while the same was done to David.
Panic was slowly fading as Mr. Gilchrist, a man with the body of a bull, took Wills with him, too. The moment Zechs had put away the small switch-blade, Treize was in his arms, holding tightly to the man. "I'm so glad you found me, Master... Ah, don't leave me again, please..."
With the crisis past, remorse was flooding through the tall blond. "Come with me - out here."
He kept his arms around Treize as they walked towards one of the large French doors that led out to the terrace. As they crossed it and headed into the gardens, the number of people dropped drastically, but Zechs didn't stop walking until they had been completely alone for several minutes. Guiding Treize to a large wooden bench, he sat him down and dropped his jacket around the man's bare shoulders before sitting down next to him and pulling him close.
"I'm so sorry, Treize," he said quietly, his voice trembling. "I... I thought you were going to be with Max... and that he'd bring you back to me." Long fingers raked through Treize's hair, Zechs lips whispering against it. "Then I got a call from him. He said you'd headed out onto the floor on your own..." Zechs seemed to shudder a bit and drew a deep breath. "So I started looking for you... God, I'm so sorry..."
"Your friend has deep problems," Treize murmured quietly, a soft whisper as he burrowed himself against Zechs' comforting frame. /Very close... very close call./ "I doubt you knew he was into rape games." Shivering a little at just the thought of it -- such a nice wrapping on the package, but what was inside was disgusting. "At least I think it was a game..." His arms came up to slip around Zechs' waist, hugging him close.
"Ah... not a good mix with your background... most of the boys here would probably love it." He tigthened his arms around the older man. "But then they haven't met Howard's friends, have they?" /Might as well be open about how much I know.../
"No," Treize murmured quietly. "Please, Zechs, don't sell me -- I'm happy with you..." And safe, so safe wrapped up in those arms, hearing Zechs' heart-beat so close beneath his ear, head tucked beneath Zechs' chin. "No one else could come close to how much I want to be with you..."
/Don't say things like that! I start feeling things I shouldn't feel -acting in ways that I've never acted before, ways I *can't* act... if I'm to be your master.../
Zechs brushed another kiss across the damp silk of Treize's hair. "I don't think I could sell you if my life depended on it..." he confessed, tigthening his grip. "Besides," he teased, "you're so bloody stubborn you'd just render anyone who owned you unfit for sex or reproduction... poor Max, you must have *quite* a knee."
"He *told* me to fight back," Treize replied, nuzzling against Zechs' neck. So nice... it felt like home, to just be there with Zechs. "Scared me senseless, too. I don't think I'm a 'party pet'."
Resting his cheek against the other man's head, Zechs smiled and closed his eyes. "No disagreements here. All for the best, really. As you heard, I don't come to these very often anymore... don't have the stomach for them, I suppose. I'm getting old..." He looked down at the man in his arms, fighting off a wave of tender possessiveness. "Would you like to go for a drive?"
Lifting his head a little, Treize nodded. "I'd like that, Master. This place is just..." He pressed closer to Zechs for a moment, letting his eyes close. "Benedikt seems nice, but this place is what I imagine hell to be like."
A somewhat bitter smile crossed Zechs's face. "Mmm - yet to some it's heaven on Earth..." He reached for his phone, in a pocket of the jacket around Treize's shoulder, and called his driver, arranging for him to meet them near by.
"Come - you're chilled. Let's get you into some heat." Tugging Treize from the bench, the blond headed out into the garden, away from the house, his arm still firmly around his pet's shoulders.
Not that Treize minded in the least, since he'd kept an arm around Zechs' waist. /It's freedom or you, Zechs -- I'll not leave unless I'm freed, because you're the best master I could ever have.../ And he wasn't even sure he'd take freedom if it was granted to him. "Zechs, I'm sorry... if earlier I was being sharp tongued."
"Apology accepted," Zechs answered. "Besides, those little verbal scrapes are becoming part of your charm..." Looking over at Treize, he gave a small wink. "Here's the car - you first."
The driver held the door open, the car parked on a deserted street that ran alongside the mansion. "Take us around the Old Neighborhood, James," Zechs murmured to the driver.
"Yes, sir!"
The car was pleasantly warm, and those soft seats were welcoming as Zechs got in after him, sitting beside him. It took only moments for Treize to move close, pressing with a need for assurance and comfort. "Master... c-could you kiss me?"
"Treize..." Zechs looked over at the older man. "I *do* wish you would stop being so bloody irresistible," he whispered, then leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to Treize's lips.
No taint to that touch, no part of him screaming to not do it... Treize pressed the kiss a little more, deepening it a bit before he pulled back. "Thank you."
Zechs looked puzzled, suddenly bereft of the man's warmth, but only for the briefest of moments. /You've done your job, Zechs. You've protected him. That's all he wants. That's all you want, surely.../ "No need to thank me," he murmured, trying to smile politely. Turning to the window, he gestured to the large, old houses they were passing. "This is one of my favorite drives. The people here keep their houses so beautifully, don't you think?"
Laying his cheek on Zechs' chest once more, Treize could only nod. "You'd like the older parts of Russia, then, Zechs -- houses older than this." He sighed quietly, letting the slowly passing buildings lull his mind. "Zechs... Did you know Max was going to be that way?"
There was a pause and then Zechs's deep voice came quietly. "I knew he always liked boys and men who were... feisty in bed. He hates the typical crying twinkie. Likes someone to hold his own. That's what I knew and I thought you fit that bill. I did't know that either he would make it seem like rape or that it would seem that way to you. As I said, I'm terribly sorry. It was my fault and I should never have done it. I hope you'll forgive me."
"Forgiven," Treize murmured, fingers moving to part Zechs' shirt, so he could kiss warm skin. "I much more prefer you, Zechs. There's something special about you that outshines anyone else."
Trying not to sigh audibly, Zechs fought for control and was, for the most part, successful. "Well, aside from poor, neutered Max, my only competition has been a group of out-and-out bastards and some women. But thank you for saying it..." /Don't ever say it again, Treize... ever... but make sure you tell me every night... God what's happening to me...?/
"I'm serious, Zechs," Treize whispered quietly, as if the driver could hear them and was actively listening. "I was serious earlier, too, when I said... That I'd miss you terribly and couldn't imagine any other masters being so perfect." A kiss, feather light, touched his chest. "Ich Leibe Du."
"Sweet man..." Zechs whispered back. He didn't want to hear it, because that meant he might believe it and believing words like that just opened oneself to countless vulnerabilities. So his mind fought against the tender words, words not from a hormone-crazed adolescent who had just had more orgasms than he thought possible, but from this beautiful *man*, which made the words infinitely more dangerous. And yet, there was something powerful that drew him to them...
/It would be so easy to just fall into him right now... to say the words back to him... but I'm not a man who loves anyone... don't need it -never have, never will... liar.../
"I've told you before," he finally said, brushing his thumb across Treize's lips, "if we'd just met each other, on the street or in a cafe... you'd think someone like me to be crude..." He leaned down a bit and replaced the thumb with his mouth, claiming a brief but passionate kiss. "I'd offend your Old Money sensibilities..." he murmured against heated lips. "You only feel this way because I'm your Master..." Tugging a little on Treize's head he brought the other man up, arms encircling him, and ate slowly at his mouth.
A kiss that Treize gladly joined in on, not breaking until it was completely mutual, the ending of that warm press of mouth against mouth, tongue to tongue. "And I've told you.... that if we'd just met, on the streets, you'd brush me off as being an arrogant, over-eccentric foreigner," Treize murmured to the edge of Zechs's lips, unable, really, to get enough of them to sooth his need. "But we know each other past those facades, Zechs."
"Do we?" Zechs breathed. His kisses were slow, but light, teasing at Treize's lips. "I'm not so sure..." Brushing long fingers against his companion's cheeks, he trailed kisses along the older man's jaw before coming back up to take his mouth again. "Mmm, Treize..." he whispered, "what magic have you worked on me...?"
"Better still, ask what you've done to me," Treize murmured, lifting a hand to twine it in Zechs' hair to cup the back of his head during the kiss. /My master... keep me, love me, I need you.../
Fire, again, at that touch, and Zechs moaned softly, his free hand moving to circle Treize's waist and stroke his back. Deep kisses pulsed between the two of them until it seemed to Zechs that kissing had become breathing, a vital and endless need that couldn't be stopped. Pulling loose the silky black shirt Treize only partially still wore, he put his palms flat on the older man's back, hands hungry for the feel of Treize's skin. And, for awhile, that was pleasure enough. He felt himself float off in those kisses and into the touch of that warmth that seemed infinite and overpowering.
It was breathing, and when Treize stopped it he found himself straddling Zechs' lap, hands resting on firm collar-bones. "Master," he whispered softly. "Master. Zechs. You feel... so good. I can't say it enough." He was hard, and he shifted his hips down just enough to rock that erection against Zechs'. "My master."
Half-lidded eyes looked up at him, full of need and desire. Pushing down the torn black material of the shirt, Zechs pulled Treize close and nuzzled his neck and shoulder, little nipping kisses trailing down the older man's chest until he found a taut nipple. Licking at it, Zechs felt it stiffened further and he latched on to it with a pleasured whimper, sucking softly.
"Ah... Zechs." A softly wavering moan that dragged itself from Treize's throat of it's own will as he slumped a little more forward. "Gut..." But it wasn't going to still his own hands, intent on giving as much pleasure as he was given. One hand moved down through soft cloth to rub at one of Zechs' nipples, to the beat of that so soft sucking.
The suckling grew more firm as Zechs was touched, and he arched against Treize's fingers, hands tigthening around his back, exploring and caressing. He couldn't think clearly enough to form words, so he spoke to the other man through his touches - touches that ached and yearned and worshipped the man above him.
Lightly, Treize rocked his hips so that sex brushed sex, still encased in cloth, adding to the need of it all. His other hands pressed downward, along Zechs's side, just rubbing the warm skin beneath that cloth, feeling and mapping it mentally. "Zechs... Need you. Please."
Moving to the other nipple, Zechs's hands worked Treize's sleek pants open and slid under the waistband in back, cupping warm, smooth buttocks. He growled softly against the other man's chest and slowly pushed the trousers down, until they rested somewhere near Treize's knees. Another deft movement and Zechs's shaft was free and he was feeling in the small compartment next to the seat, bringing out a small tube of lubricant.
Spreading it on his erection, Zechs moaned and pulled Treize's head down a bit to take a heated kiss. Then he reached between his companion's legs and back, sliding his finger up and down the smooth cleft.
One hand grasped to Zechs' shoulder for balance, the other still rubbed and twisted at Zechs' nipples, moving between them while the man himself rocked back to that knowing finger. "Zechs... ah, you're so good," he whispered raggedly. /You make me want, I want you inside me agian, to take away the emptyness, to make it better again, my master.../ He twisted a little to take another kiss as he squirmed his pants down lower.
Nuzzling the warm skin of Treize's throat, Zechs eased his finger to the tight entrance, teasing the muscle and rubbing softly until it relaxed and he gained entrance. If he'd been coherent enough, he would have noted with satisfaction that Treize was beginning to learn how to be penetrated, and because of that the long, golden finger slid in until Zechs's palm rested against Treize's bottom. He spread kisses over the older man's neck and let the finger rest, unmoving, to allow Treize time to adjust. "Treize... sweet man... so damned *hot*..."
Treize was breathing harder than he'd been before, eyes closedto better savour the feelings. "My master... oh, please. You fit so well, fill all the empty places, Zechs," he whimpered softly, pushing his hips against that slender finger. So good, to just lose himself in the flurry of passion and need. "I need you in me..."
A second finger slipped in, pressing lightly against the warm, tight walls. As Zechs slowly pulled them out, he let one fingertip linger on the small bump of prostate, rubbing it firmly before sliding his finger out and letting the thick head of his erection nudge between Treize's cheeks. Letting his head fall back against the seat, heavy-lidded azure eyes watched the older man's face as Zechs gently spread his buttocks and pressed upwards.
Riding the shivers of pleasure out, Treize moved down to meet his impalement, feeling the familiar pressure. "Let me, Master," he murmured, leaning forward just a little to better position himself to take it in. "Let me do this." Pushing down slowly, he concentrated on relaxing his body enough to let the tip slid in painlessly, giving a startled sigh as signal of it's entry.
A low moan escaped Zechs, the slowness of everything delicious agony to him. In the very back of his mind there was a faint signal of alarm -alarm that someone else was kneeling over him, that he wasn't really in control of what was happening, but it was beaten back by intense pleasure to the point that the warning became meaningless. Now he could only lie back against the seat, hypnotized by the face of the man above him, watching every expression as Treize pushed himself down onto him. "Beautiful Treize..." he whispered. "Beautiful Treize..."
"Mmmm... So good, Zechs," he whimpered softly, pushing his hips down slowly to that thick impalement. It was hard to beleive, when thinking about it, that he was doing it at all -- willingly fucking himself onto Zechs, that he'd been nearly begging for it moments before. There was something heady and overwhelming about that knowledge, certainly. To open himself up for Zechs like that, slowly and carefully while the man only enjoyed it and didn't press before he was ready... /No matter how much you say you hurt me, you don't,/ he thought. /Not really, not ever.../ Down and down until it had pushed deep into him, to the base. "Oh, Zechs..."
A harsh, ragged breath was his reply as Zechs closed his eyes against the pleasure. As he did, a solitary tear ran down his cheek and he whispered, "Treize... my Treize..." His hands stroked Treize's hips, long fingers warm and caressing as they soothed the trembling limbs. Opening his eyes once more, he gazed frankly into the older man's eyes. "You've devastated me..."
A trembling smile edged onto Treize's mouth, faint and washed over by something else as he met Zechs' gaze cleanly, those eyes showing nothing but need, devotion and love. Then they closer, as he leaned forward enough to take a tender kiss. "As you have me."
As it went on, Zechs let his hands slide up to Treize's chest, palms caressing the lean muscle in a slow, firm glide. "But is that enough, Treize?" he whispered. "Are you mine, and mine alone - body and soul? Oh, sweet man... I want it so badly..."
The tension of their stillness had grown too much for him and he moaned, the ache in his shaft demanding movement. Bracing his feet on the floor of the car, Zechs arched upwards into the heat of Treize's body, crying out softly at the intensity of their coupling.
"Yours, Zechs," Treize moaned softly as Zechs drove up into him, as far as he could go. "Yours! Oh, Master..." Then dropped back down, but this time Treize moved down to make that connection anew. "Clean me, Zechs --make me forget anyone else ever touched me..."
"Oh, my *angel*..." Treize's words sent a wave of fire through the blond man and his hips began to buck softly, meeting Treize as the other pressed down. When the rhythm was comfortable, he let his fingers brush along the length of Treize's shaft, caressing it tenderly and trailing his thumbs down to rub gently at the heavy balls below it.
Pure pleasure, and while Treize was not so wanton as Wufei often was, the noises that escaped him said it all -- pleasure at being touched inside and out, the constant kneading of his fingers on Zechs' shoulders as he shifted his grasp again and again to get more, be closer. A tender rolling rythym...
Far gone in pleasure, Zechs brought his hands into that cadence, working Treize's manhood in long, firm strokes and coaxing warm fluid from it to spread along the shaft. The feel of it in his hands amazed him and his eyes drifted down to watch as Treize pressed it into Zechs's palm. "Mmmm... so long..." he murmured, staring as it moved through his hands, "so beautiful... and it belongs to me..."
"All of me," Treize whispered raggedly. "You have *all* of me..." The feel of those slickered fingers moving over him, as he pushed back and up again, to his own impalement... One hand slid up to rest on teh back of Zechs' neck, clutching for balance. "Yours, Zechs."
Covering the top of the heated shaft with one hand, his owner looked up at him, an expression of pure wantoness on his face. "Show me..." he whispered and then, just soft lips moving, "Show me..."
The intensity there was frigthening, but Treize didn't back away as he kept rocking his hips back and forth, with more force now. Slow pants and moans left him when he leaned in to catch Zechs' mouth in a kiss. "Noone else can make me want like you do -- against my will, but entirely with it," he panted between fierce short kisses.
Against that mouth, Zechs gave a gutteral moan, feeling himself on the edge of release. "Uhhhn, sweet angel... give it up to me," he breathed. "Show me... come for me... please..."
Whimpering softly, Treize shoved against the hand that cupped him, and Zechs was soon rewarded with the thick flood of semen against his hand, the spasming quiver of Treize's tight clasp.
"Ah, God, yes!" Still holding that shaft in his hand, Zechs threw his head back against the back of the seat and closed his eyes against an overwhelming release. Each pulse brought a low whimper as he flooded Treize, until he was left weak and panting. "Treize..." A name whispered with eyes closed and lips parted. "Oh, Treize... my dear one..."
Replete now, Treize slumped forward, still atop Zechs' lap, pants still caught around his ankles. It was embarrassing, or should have been, but just then, the pleasured haze was too nice to fight with. It felt too right to have Zechs' hair brushing over his arms and hands as he twined his arms around Zechs' neck to hold on. "Ah, gott, Zechs..."
The blond man groped for the small compartment next to the seat and shaking hands drew out a small towel. After cleaning his hands, he wrapped both arms around the older man's chest and held him tightly for a small eternity of time. His lips brushed the barest kisses against Treize's throat and he drew deep breaths, intoxicated with the scent and taste and feel of the other man. "My beautiful nobleman," he whispered at last, "you do me such honor..."
"As you do me, Zechs," Treize spoke up softly, tracing the feel of Zechs' seed leaking slowly out of him, and down one thigh, very slowly. /We just... in a car./ He shifted, enough to rest his weight on one hip, pulling his pants up one-handed but not doing them up. It was just so that he could move easier against the other man -- he was still atop his lap when he luaghed softly, smiling in a happy, if dazed, way. "I'd never thought that I'd be making love to such a wonderful man in a car."
"Hmmm," Zechs opened his eyes slowly and looked at Treize, a slow smile forming on the golden features. "Did you think they were just for teenagers and prostitutes?" he murmured, bringing a hand up to caress Treize's cheek.
Sapphire eyes drifted closed as Treize pressed into that gentle caress --the wonderful feel of Zechs' hand on his cheek was leaps better than Max's had been. "Yes," he whispered quietly, shifting so that he'd shifted enough to sit a little. "Aren't I hurting your lap?"
"'Course not," came the reply, filled with mock outrage. "I'll have you know they turned out quite a gritty sort of chap at my Academy," Zechs said with a smug expression. "Prolonged sexual encounters in cars hold no fear for me. However," he conceded, "You might like to stretch your legs abit, yes?"
"Just a little, yes," Treize smiled, shifting enough to not be kneeling anymore so much as he was really sitting, with both legs stretched out to the side of the car that had more free space. "Much better." A little sigh as Treize snugged himself against Zechs once more, expression blissful, even if he was leaking some. /Ah well... the pants will wash out./ One hand remained curled in Zechs' thick hair, lazily stroking through it. "Such a strange night, Zechs."
"Mmmm, yes," the blond murmured back. "I think we both learned that we work best in smaller groups..." /I am so *blessedly* glad I have long hair right now.../
"Familiar small groups," Treize ammended gently, shifting to let his other hand join the first. "Mmm, I feel like a cat with catnip."
Zechs had to laugh and then cast a thoughtful eye at Treize. "Yes, I do believe you'd look quite good with two little ears up there... and a tail..." With a rather seductive smile, he added, "And I, of course, am happy to let any part of me be your plaything..."
"As long as I don't bat it too hard?" Treize smiled, far past relaxed by that point. Happy, releived, and completely sexually sated, warmed by Zechs' words and touch. "Ah, you're good to me."
"I aim to please, dear man..." Zechs purred, then leaned in and gave a little nip to Treize's earlobe. "You make me this happy," he breathed, "and I will make sure every possible pleasure is yours..."
"I'm happy to make you happy, Zechs," Treize murmured, "I've always had second-hand pleasure from others -- with you I can give pleasure and get it, too." The nip made him shiver a little, with anticipation. "Zechs... it would have broken my heart if you had have sold me. I'm not scared anymore of being sold to a bastard -- that wasn't why I didn't want to be sold. I... simply don't want to leave you." He shifted, bending his head to kiss Zechs' neck tenderly. "I'm attached to you, and not just because you've done so much for me."
"Why then?" The question was out before Zechs realized he really shouldn't have asked it, that a part of him was afraid of the answer.
"Because you're perfect for me," he murmured. "There's more to it than yours looks and treatment. You're intelligent, appealing, a conversationalist, caring, considerate even when you try to seem otherwise... Just so much."
Stroking Treize's hair, Zechs struggled to stop the growing sense of panic he felt. /Have I completely lost control of him? He's acting more like a lover than a pet. I should be scolding him, punishing even... but I can't, and it's frigthening me.../
Zechs took hold of Treize's chin and whispered urgently, "Kiss me..."
"Gladly," came Treize's easy whisper, as he moved to lean in, taking those lips in his. He'd begged for it, and Zechs had comanded, but there was still that under-current of need, clear and strong, in both ways of 'asking'.
The pleasure of the kiss drowned out the doubt and anxiety in Zechs and he relaxed again, savoring the taste that was only Treize. Sometime during that embrace he felt the absence of something, the low hum that had accompanied their joining, and he broke away gently and looked out the window of the car.
"We're home," he murmured and then took one more kiss.
Treize gave a soft sigh -- afternoon had transformed into brilliant night, and the house, shadowed as it was, was brilliantly welcoming.
"Yes. Home."
End of Chapter 19
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