-CHOK!-
The dull shock of metal biting deeply into, not flesh, but dead wood jarred through the muscles of Chang Wufei's arm. He cursed, frantically struggling to free his sword from the wall, but it was too late. With a thin ice-whisper chill, the blade of Treize Khushrenada's rapier rested against the tender flesh stretched over the joining of his neck and shoulder.
Allowing his hand to drop from his sword's handle, leaving it stuck in the wall, Wufei's body slumped in defeat. Again. He'd been beaten...
"Again." Treize sounded more amused than surprised. The blade slid up his neck, lightly pressing; enough to draw gooseflesh, but not enough to draw blood. With a last caress, then a soft tug, the band of his ponytail was severed, freeing his dark hair to stream over his neck, where the blade had so recently played.
There was a soft 'shik' behind him, as the rapier was sheathed. "Really, young dragon, I sometimes think you lose on purpose."
Wufei stiffened, brows drawing together in a black glare, and spun, his mouth open to voice a protest. Whatever words he might have spoken, however, were swallowed by Treize's hungry lips.
He stiffened, instinctually pushing hard against the broad shoulders. Treize drew back after a moment, eyes alight with humor. "Surely you would not be so lacking in honor as to renege upon our agreement," he said smoothly, smiling genially, as though he was not deliberately, knowingly pushing all Wufei's buttons with that one sentence.
Wufei scowled at him a moment, then twisted his head sharply to one side, his eyes fixed on the floor. "Iie!" he bit out angrily.
Slim yet strong fingers grasped his chin, turning his face, dragging his hard black eyes inexorably back to the taller man's gleaming blue. "Why so shy, young dragon?" Treize whispered, his breath brushing warm over Wufei's cheek on his way to the boy's ear, strong arms wrapping around the tense young body. "It's not as though we have not played this game before."
Wufei shivered as he was drawn close against the man's lean body, a wet tongue tracing the sworls and exploring the crevasses of his ear, resolutely telling himself it was disgust fueling this involuntary reaction, not... anything else.
Treize chuckled as he captured the boy's earlobe between gentle teeth, worrying it slightly, then drawing it into his hot mouth. His captive shuddered against him more strongly, body pulled in a taut bow, trying vainly to arch away from him. Still trying to deny what both of them knew full well to be true...
"Relax, young dragon," he whispered, the words blowing over the moisture he had laved on the soft, tender flesh, dragging another convulsive shudder from the body in his arms. "You know it's better when you relax."
The boy squirmed, struggling to escape, and with a low laugh, Treize released him. As Wufei staggered backwards, caught awkwardly off-balance, Treize grasped that delightfully flushed young face between both hands, swooping in for a deep, lingering kiss.
Slowly, softly, Treize worked his lips over Wufei's, parting the stiff, unresponsive flesh with a questing tongue. The boy gripped his wrists tightly, but he did not try to remove the man's hands from his face. Treize smiled to himself as Wufei's mouth finally softened, granting him entrance. His tongue traced patterns on the inside of Wufei's lips, darted between his teeth to find and seduce the boy's own tongue, teasing it to tentatively swipe against his own.
He shifted his hands, one moving to cup Wufei's head, the other gently stroking back the fine, amazingly soft black hair from flushed, sweat-dampened flesh. Wufei's own hands moved lower, to grasp his powerful forearms through the thick, stiff material of his uniform jacket. Treize tasted Wufei's breath as the boy moaned into their kiss, and, seemingly unconsciously, leaned toward him.
He smiled as he drew back, allowing them both to breathe. It was always thus. If the boy had ever truly resisted... He could never have brought himself to rape Chang Wufei, despite the fire the sight of that slight yet strong body and those fine, handsome, delicately arrogant features raised in his body and mind. If there hadn't been complete acceptance once past the initial, token resistance, every time, he would certainly not continue their "games".
But the boy came back, time and again, with the same agreed-upon consequence for his failure to beat Treize Khushrenada. Part of it was his bruised ego, his deep-seated need to be the best. But that was not the part that stood aroused and gasping for breath before Treize how.
The boy gazed up at him, slanted sloe-black eyes heavy lidded, misty with conflicting emotions and heated with passion. His full, colorless lips were moist and parted, hard exhaled breaths surging forth in time with the rise and fall of his slim chest. His copper-warm cheeks were flushed, strands of loose hair clinging to the thinnest sheens of sweat over his silken-smooth skin.
Treize's smile disappeared and with a hungry growl he stooped to reclaim that ready mouth once again, feeding hungrily upon the pliant flesh. He fitted the whip-cord slim young body to his own more muscular frame, one iron hard arm bracing the boy's back, his other hand tangling in his loose hair. The Chinese boy hesitantly slipped one arm up around Treize's neck, his other remaining stiff between their chests, as though he was still trying to convince himself he didn't want this.
Wufei gasped for breath as Treize's skilled lips moved down the soft line of his jaw, applying light suction, hard tongue darting out every now and then to send shivers sparking from the small points of contact. Why did something so wrong feel so good? Why...?
He could feel a familiar hard heat pressed to the indentation where his thigh met his hip, and he suddenly shook with mingled fear and anticipation.
This room, Treize's private office, was the one place in his world where things were not purely black or white, where truth and false emotions mingled with equal voices, driving him mad with their raucous cries, pushing him to do something he knew in his deepest heart was... was...
He groaned, thought and reason shattering as Treize's large, strong hand moved down from his hair to cup one of his tight buttocks, pulling their groins more closely together. Treize's teeth sank painfully into his neck as he moved his hips against Wufei's supple body a few times.
A few hot tears, born of conflicting needs and emotions, slipped unheeded from the corners of the boy's closed eyes. Unheeded by him, but noted by Treize, who lifted his head to gently kiss them away, before loosening his punishing hold on the beautiful young man in his arms.
Wufei staggered and almost protested aloud as Treize pulled his arms away. But he caught himself in time, teeth sinking into his own lower lip to remind himself to be silent, as he fell back against the hard edge of the desktop. Treize's burning gaze held his, the rich blue velvet of his eyes mesmerizing him like a spell, as the leader of the OZ forces swiftly unbuttoned and stripped off his heavy, ornate jacket, tossing it carelessly over the edge of the chair.
Clad only in a light linen shirt and his trousers, the tall man reached forward, laying his hand on Wufei's tense arm.
Without breaking eye contact, he slid his fingers carefully down the firm muscles, until he held the boy's wrist in a loose grasp. He stepped backwards, tugging gently, carefully, his hand ready to slide away at the least resistance.
As though in a dream, Wufei allowed himself to be slowly pulled across the office floor, to the large, thickly cushioned sofa that rested against one wall.
No words were spoken; no taunts, no false avowals of affection voiced; just raw lust racing through their locked gaze as Treize tugged Wufei's tanktop roughly over his head. The powerful young officer sank to sit on the sofa, twining his hands about Wufei's hips and pulling his lithe body forward, his lips playing over the hard, sweat-streaked contours of the boy's chest. Wufei's head arched back, his eyes tightly closed, as that hot, demanding mouth closed over one small brown nipple, tongue lapping, teeth nibbling at the sensitive nub of flesh. Unwillingly, his hands came up to crawl through the thick, soft strands of golden-brown hair, holding Treize's head as the man had held his own earlier. A low moan made its way through his choked throat, and he trembled within Treize's grip.
Answering to this inarticulate plea, Treize removed attention from the boy's chest to claim his mouth once more, pulling him down to lie atop him. He held Wufei tenderly as the boy kissed him back, lips and tongue working his with constantly growing skill, still uncertain fingers fumbling with the small buttons of his white shirt.
He undid his cuffs over the boy's back, then helped with the last of the shirt fastenings, his breath catching in his throat as Wufei sat over his hips, hair falling riotously about his heat-flushed face, sloe eyes steamy with desire, his hands moving slowly over the satin-covered steel ridges of the older man's stomach as he pushed the shirt open. Treize surged up, unable to resist kissing those parted lips as he tugged his shirt off and dropped it to the floor beside the sofa.
Then Wufei bore down on his chest, pushing him back down onto the sofa cushions, evidently over the worst of his earlier shyness and natural aversion. His soft young mouth moved hot and wet over the tense muscles of Treize's pectorals, pausing to toy with his nipples in maddeningly fleeting touches. Treize groaned in his turn, arching upwards, grasping at Wufei's slim shoulders, the damp flesh so hot, so smooth beneath his hands.
Finally he couldn't take it anymore, flipping them both so that Wufei was blinking up in surprise at him from the cushions, while he knelt beside the sofa, his upper torso still entrapping the slender boy beneath him.
Before Wufei could protest, Treize tenderly stroked away the hair draped across his face, then bent to take his mouth once more.
As their tongues moved together in deep, sensual strokes, Treize freed one hand to slide down the taut planes of Wufei's chest and stomach, moving to cup the hard mound of his arousal through the thin silk of his pants.
Wufei cried against his mouth, body stuttering upward into the sensation, his fingers gripping Treize's upper arms painfully.
Suddenly impatient beyond his usually rigid control, Treize pulled away and stripped off the boy's pants in one short motion. He clasped one hand about the heated shaft, kissing his way down the rock-hard muscles of Wufei's belly, tasting sweat and spices, his nostrils and mind filled and overwhelmed with the scent of his young lover's body.
Wufei's hips thrust involuntarily, small cries escaping his throat, but Treize was careful not to hold him tightly enough to satisfy his passion. Finally he reached his goal, his hand slipping down to gently knead the boy's balls while his tongue flicked out to tease the tip of his erect member. He smirked and savored the drops that had pooled there, while Wufei's back arched and a strangled shout escaped his taut throat.
Responding to Wufei's choked sobs, he took the man-child fully in his mouth, closing his eyes at the rush of desire that tightened his own groin painfully as he felt the burning hardness against his tongue.
With one curiously clumsy hand, he fumbled beneath the sofa cushion, finally drawing out the small jar he had secreted there for just this such occasion. It was hard to open one-handed, but he managed, his other hand gently stroking over the tight muscles of the boy's thighs while he writhed beneath him.
Carefully he reached under Wufei, sliding one well-lubricated finger inside his body. Wufei tensed, a throttled sound working its way through his gritted teeth, possibly a protest. Treize sucked hard, to distract him from the discomfort of penetration, and eventually he had worked two fingers inside, stretching and preparing his intended passage with more scented oils.
Wufei's entire body was arched in a tight bow and his hips thrusting rhythmically against Treize from before and behind, ready to climax, when the older man removed both his mouth and his hand. The boy nearly screamed in thwarted anger, glaring up at Treize as he swiftly freed himself of his constricting trousers. Treize grasped Wufei's hands as they moved toward his own penis, and he pinned them both over the boy's head in one of his as he moved to kneel over the slender body on the sofa. Wufei's eyes were slitted to glinting black slashes, his face covered in a thick sheen of sweat, black hair plastered to his hot cheeks as he jerked upward against Treize, silently urging the man to finish what he had begun.
Treize had no intention of disappointing. With his free hand he cupped one of Wufei's buttocks, lifting it from the sofa. Wufei linked his legs tightly about Treize's hips, his face pleading, small sounds of desire wrenched from deep within his chest. Carefully, Treize guided his own aching member to the boy's opening, and pushed in.
Wufei's back arched, tears of pain starting from his eyes, his wrists straining against the tight hold Treize still maintained on them, but as Treize moved further in, slowly but inexorably, his tight expression eased a bit, the lines drawing his young face twisting to represent pleasure instead of pain.
By the time Treize was fully sheathed within Wufei's body, the boy's hips were moving against his in rapid, shallow thrusts, his breath coming in quick little panting moans. Treize released his wrists and braced himself over the eager, wanting body beneath his, moving his own hips in time with Wufei's, gasping grunts escaping his throat. Wufei was so tight, so hot, so perfect, so beautiful, so right beneath him. Liquid fire pooled in his belly, its one focus the flesh that joined him with this glorious young dragon, and he was drawing closer to the brink.
Wufei tumbled before he did, crying out his release as his penis spurting between their bodies, every muscle of his body defined against his passion-flushed flesh. His tight clench drove Treize to follow, a loud shout ripping through his throat, born of pure pleasure as he filled his beautiful lover with his thick seed.
Treize's arms quivered, his strength exhausted, but he was careful to lower himself to rest beside the delicate man-child on the sofa. He didn't want to risk hurting him by falling on him. Not after Wufei had granted him such a glorious gift.
The boy mumbled something, shifting to press his face against Treize's broad chest, one hand snaking about his waist. Treize was startled, for usually the young dragon was quick to leap off the sofa and dress, escaping into the night... Of course, until their next rematch. But Wufei was sound asleep now, one leg flung over Treize's.
Treize brushed away sweat-damp hair from Wufei's face, watching those sweet features, so guileless in slumber. He looked like an innocent child, not the fierce, bold youth who had just been writhing beneath Treize in passion. Treize felt a slight pang. But he was not a man to let regrets cloud his thinking.
He was the one who had forced this boy to become a warrior before he had a chance to be a child, through his many careful machinations. Even though it had not been deliberate, he had essentially created this Gundam pilot, and so this lonely, hurting Chang Wufei was *his*, to do with as he wished.
But only if that was what Wufei also wished.
As he had just proved so thoroughly he did.
Treize sighed, laying down and tugging Wufei close, allowing sleep to overtake him as well. He wasn't as young as he used to be...
When he next awoke, chances were high Wufei would be gone and he would be chilled from sleeping naked in his office. But those were small prices to pay for these all-too brief moments of bliss. He knew at least that he did not have to worry about the boy killing him in his sleep -- Wufei's strong sense of honor would protect Treize from that fate.
"What will you do when the war ends, I wonder?" he whispered against Wufei's damp forehead, causing the boy to grumble and press closer. He tightened his arms. "Will you continue to come to me, my fine young dragon? I will win you eventually if you continue to come to me."
With a soft sigh, Treize closed his eyes and allowed sleep to claim him. The future was his to control, but this glorious youth was a wild force that he could not predict. And so he was all the more precious to the young leader of OZ.
"I will have you... Chang Wufei..."
The End
(:./knm/outcome)
