10 Mar 2001
Pairings: Treize, Zechs and Wufei puddle!
Warnings: lemon, lemon and lemon -- and angst, o' course. ^__^ Not owned by us. ^_^
Treize couldn't remember falling asleep, but when he did wake up, laying beside Wufei, he wondered if it had all been a dream.
/At least I'm up before him,/ Treize mused tiredly as he shifted closer to Wufei, hugging the smaller frame to his.
The younger man made a small, cranky sound and turned over, burying his face in Treize's neck and whispering, "Mas...terrrr..." before drifting off to sleep again.
/Completely and utterly in love with him,/ Treize mused, slightly bittered, /Not that I'm not so bad, but Wufei's been owned by him longer.../ The night before was hazed bliss, the ways the master had let him touch him... "Wufei -- it's morning," he whispered.
The dark head burrowed further into the junction between Treize's neck and shoulder, Wufei all but climbing into the larger man's arms. "No, no, no..." he grouched. "Not ready... good dream..."
Not that Treize minded. "This is a good place for good dreams," he agreed, deciding to not tell Wufei about the trip last night. /No need for further jealousy.../ "But you need to get up..."
Now Wufei pressed the rest of his body to Treize, rubbing a firm erection against his belly. There was a slight chuckle from him. "Hn - I *am* up..."
"At least your *cock* is," Treize murmured, rubbing back, pressing hard against Wufei's thigh.
"Mmmm... you feel so *big*..." Wufei whispered, wrapping his arms and legs around the older man. He nuzzled Treize's ear, biting softly at the lobe. "I really want it in me..."
"Well, I'm honoured," Treize murmured seriously. /At least you'll let me.../ "Not going to bite my head off if we do, will you?"
If it was possible for someone to look both aroused and cranky, Wufei did. He rolled to his back, pulling Treize on top of him as he did, and then looked up at him with sleepy irritation. "What? Why would I do that?"
"Oh, I don't know -- you have a tendency to only like me when you're horny," Treize teased softly.
A scowl crossed the younger man's face. "You talk too much," he grumbled and then pulled Treize down for a long kiss, through which he muttered, "Hurry, I *need* it!"
"Need, hmn?" Treize asked, rubbing himself slowly against Wufei. "You're addicted, Wufei. Not that it's a bad addiction to have..."
There was a growl from the dark-haired man and he pressed his hips up, catching Treize's erection between his legs and managing, at least, to wedge it the tiniest bit between firm, caramel globes. "I am addicted," he said, a bit of urgency come to his voice. "Oh, *come on *, Treize... what are you waiting for...?"
Sapphire eyes narrowed, and then Treize let out a bark-like laugh, thrusting his hips sharply forward in one smooth motion.
"The right moment."
Wufei gave a sharp cry at the sudden impalement and then, a moment later, flushed quite prettily and began squirming around the shaft that had him practically skewered to the bed. "Uhn! Treize... God..." He struggled a bit against the larger body on top of him, but knew it wouldn't make a difference. Of course, that thought made the whole thing incredibly exciting...
"You wanted me, Wufei," Treize groaned softly, pulling back steadily only to pound into Wufei again. His hands moved up, one gathering Wufei's above his head and pinning them there. "Oh.... tight... you're so... tight, Wufei." Rhythmic clenching around his thick shaft, needy and wanting...
The capture of his hands made Wufei groan. Almost nothing was better than being held down and fucked, being made to submit to another man's pleasure. And it helped the fantasy even more that Treize was so big, in more than one way, and held his wrists so firmly. It let him squirm and fight all he wanted and he'd never have to worry that the spell would be broken before its time. "Please..." he panted, craving the friction inside of him. "Please, please Treize! Ahhh... *God*!! Give it to me, PLEASE!!"
"You'll be feeling me for the rest of the day," Treize gritted out, slamming in with each hard thrust. Wufei helped him understand the high one could get from being in control like that -- from stopping Wufei's squirming, from making him submit to his impalment. It all helped him understand the master better, too. "Take it!"
Wufei was far gone in pleasure, not sure even of who was fucking him, only that it was happening, and he, blissfully, could do nothing about it. Tears spilled out behind long, dark lashes as he closed his eyes and begged for release. "Please... please... let me come... *please*!"
To be cruel, and deny him, or to let him...? /Payback is sweet.../ "Not yet," Treize uttered, giving a few more hard stabs as he felt himself teeter on the edge. Four, five... "Now you may."
The younger man's body became one, tight bow as a long, keening cry was torn from him. So intense was the release that for a moment he felt a wave of dizzyness, close to passing out, but he pressed his face against Treize's chest and clung to him, waiting for the strange feeling to pass even as he felt the last spasms of pleasure.
He'd let Wufei's hands go at some point, wasn't sure when, but he was sure that he felt completely drained of energy, near to collapsing atop the young man as he rolled limply off to the side. "Ah, gott..."
"You're good, Treize..." Wufei murmured, eyes still closed. "It's a shame you're a slave, really. You'd make a very good master..."
Treize let out a slow breath, eyes closed too. "Wufei... does the Master ever let you take a little control?"
"Hmmm?" A dark eyebrow lifted. "Whatever do you mean? He's the Master. I'm the slave. That would rather defeat the purpose, wouldn't it?"
"I mean... does he ever just let you touch him?" came the more clarified question.
Wufei finally gave in to the inevitability of having to think and respond and opened his eyes, looking lazily over at the other slave. "Without him touching back? No. I don't think he ever would. That's just not his style. He's not a man to lie back and let someone take over, that would be completely against his nature. Why?" /Yes *why*, Treize? Do I even want to know?/
"Just wondering," came the nonchalant response. "Definitely *not* getting my hopes up."
"You're a bad actor, Treize," came the reply. "Do you think about doing that kind of thing to him?"
/More than think about.../ "Of course," Treize sighed, slitting open his eyes to look at Wufei. "I'd love to be able to do that, but it's not my place."
Wufei lifted his eyes to the heavens. "He *can* be taught!" he cried dramatically and then grinned at Treize. "I don't recommend trying anything with him - unless you want to go back to being tied up. Where *were* you last night, by the way?"
"The... Moongarden," he murmured. "The master took me out there."
It took a few seconds for the words to sink in, but when they did, Wufei had the distinct feeling someone had cut into his belly with a very sharp knife. "He did what?"
He was staring at Treize, he knew, but he couldn't help it - couldn't tear his eyes away from the man who had finally stolen his place.
"Took me out to the moon garden," he repeated. "To talk to me... clear a few things up."
/How idiotic do you think I am? 'Clear a few things up' my ass. No, I guess it was more likely *your* ass.../
"Oh? And what got cleared up, Treize?" he finally got out, aware of the iciness in his tone and not caring.
"He understands that I L-like him," Treize spoke carefully. /No, not the other... just knows 'like'./ "And my motives for wanting to stay here. We watched the stars, and talked -- he got to know me better."
"Watched the stars..." Wufei said, feeling something horrible in the pit of his stomach. He'd never been taken to watch stars, never been out in the garden alone at night with his Master. The bitterness was almost too much to bear. "Well, I guess you're flavor of the month, aren't you?"
Sitting up, he found he couldn't even look the other man in the eye, so he just stood and walked to the bathroom, shutting the door quietly behind him.
Rising and slipping on his robe, Treize stretched a little. /He *does* only like me when he's horny.../ The morning paper rested just outside the door, and Treize pulled it in, wondering to himself just how it got there every morning.
When Wufei exited the bathroom, Treize was seated, reading the paper. "Duo called up -- I got you a cinnamon roll. I hope that's alright."
"I'm... not hungry. You can have it. I'm going next door to get some work done." As he collected a group of invoices and receipts that had been stacked on the desk he found himself, for the first time since he's become the Master's, wondering just how he could go on - how he could get through the day. Always inside of him there had been the comforting knowledge of being the Master's favorite. That had never been shaken, not with any of the new slaves Zechs had bought - until this one. And the horrible irony of it all was that this one had started out not even wanting to be there; not wanting, even, to know the Master's touch and now... /You can do it... just put one foot in front of the other.../
He bumped into Duo when opened the door, the cheerful cook shouldering a large tray with breakfast and coffee for them. "Hey, Wufei - where are *you* going? I made the coffee with French Roast, just for you!"
"Oh. Thanks," the Chinese man muttered. With one hand, while Duo held the tray, he poured himself a cup and then took it and crossed to the room opposite his and slipped inside.
Duo stared after him for a moment, blinking in confusion, then looked back to Treize. "Did I *miss* something?"
The older man sighed softly, rubbing the bridge of his nose with his hand. "I guess I did, too. Wufei's just angry at me. Again. It... seems he thinks I've replaced him in the master's affections."
As he put the dishes down on the table in front of Treize, Duo gave the man a sidelong glance. "Does he? Hmmm... Any reason he might be feeling that way?"
"He asked me where I was last night, and I told him the master took me into the moongarden..." Treize sighed. "Hell. I don't try to fit in, and I mess things up -- then when I *do* fit in, I still can't get it right."
Duo poured Treize a cup of coffee and set the pot down, a thoughtful expression on the boyishly beautiful face. "The garden... well, I have to say *none* of his pets have ever been taken out there. So... perhaps you *are* special to him. Is that so bad?"
"Not for me," Treize murmured, picking up the coffee and declining cream or sugar. /I still miss Ersatz,/ came the drifting thought. "But how about for Wufei?"
Duo sighed and sat down. "Well there *is* that, isn't there. Rotten job, that's all there is to it, but that's hardly *your* fault, is it?" he pouted at the coffee pot and sighed again. "It might not be as bad as he thinks. Perhaps the Master's just enjoying having a new face around, and you seem to be similar in a lot of ways - you and the Master, that is -not you and Wufei!"
Laughing softly, Duo looked over at the older man. "How do *you* feel about it, Treize?"
"I enjoy the master's attention greatly," Treize murmured. "It's very.... I'd like to stay here. But then again, I hate to cause trouble. Wufei doesn't like me, and I cause the master so much trouble..."
The braided man reached out and gave Treize a hearty clap on the shoulder. "Aw, don't say that! I'm sure the master doesn't feel that way, and as for Wuffers... well, just give him some time. He'll come round, I'd bet money on it. Just doesn't like change, that's all."
Duo stood up and headed towards the door, swinging the empty tray next to him. Stopping for a moment, he turned back to look at Treize. "It's true though," he said softly, almost kindly. "You don't really fit in with the other pets. I think the master feels the same way. But he's a good man at heart - he'll make things work out." A broad grin crossed his face as he gave Treize a jaunty little wave and left.
"Gott," Treize murmured, looking down at his coffee and breakfast. He didn't feel hungry or thirsty just then -- he just wanted everything to go... /Smoothly. For once! Why can't everything just work out alright.../
Ah, but there was work to be done....
When Treize reported to the master, he was deathly afraid he was late --because Wufei had gotten there before him, and that was... different. Strange. Still, protocol was followed and he knocked twice, waiting to be bade 'enter' before entering and kneeling beside Zechs' chair. It was the first time, all day, he'd seen the master -- the first time since the night before.
Zechs was facing away from both men, finishing some business on the phone with Quatre, so for several seconds there was silence but for his voice. For the blond man, t was a lovely feeling - knowing that two beautiful men awaited his orders and that he could order them to do anything he wanted them to. He stifled a sigh and felt himself grow hard.
When the business was finally done, he turned in his chair to look down at them. Grazing his fingers first over one cheek, then the other, he smiled. "How are my beauties this evening? Wufei?"
"Willing, master," Wufei drawled slowly, looking up at Zechs with wanting eyes. /Even if I have been replaced... I can't let him know I know./ It made his heart ache so much, to be knealing beside the man who'd taken over *his* place...
"And Ready," Treize uttered, voice subdued, awaiting whatever... 'training' might yet come.
Zechs's eyes moved to Treize, his fingers lightly gripping the firm chin. "Still talking out of turn, it seems," he murmured and then gave a discreet wink. "Well part of your training this evening may help with that," he continued, turning back to Wufei and stroking his cheek. "But first things first... I'd like you both to undress and lie on the bed..."
'The bed' was in a room adjoined to to study, and both rose -- Treize a little faster, Wufei with more practiced ease -- to go to that room and lay down on it. Both were dressed rather simply, in access pants and collars, so undressing took less than a minute. The collars, of course, they left on.
Wufei was silent -- obviously sulky and pissed -- while Treize gave a little sigh as he laid out on the large, luxurious bed.
The lighting was soft with a few spotlights glowing from the ceiling. Zechs stood in the pool of light from one of them, at the end of the bed, and slowly began removing his clothing, letting his eyes run up and down the bodies of his pets. /Oh, *look* at them... so very, very beautiful... if only I could take them both at once.../
He'd opened his shirt and run his hands over his chest, brushing aroused nipples before letting his shirt fall to the floor. Then, very slowly, he opened his trousers, letting his shaft free, stroking it softly before stepping out of them to stand naked before them. A wave of desire passed through him and he closed his eyes, caressing himself along his chest, upwards until his hands tangled in blond silk and he put his head back for a moment, and letting his fingers run through it. Then he looked back down at them and purred in a deep voice, "Shall we begin...?"
"Yes, Master," Wufei purred, looking at his master as he touched himself. Such a man of *real* pleasure... Not just his any longer. A quick glance to his side told him that Treize watched, too, though with somewhat more restraint than Wufei showed. /I want to feel that shaft, suck it, be filed by it... and never have Zechs touch Treize again./
It was as Zechs expected it to be, Wufei deliciously eager, Treize silent. Well, the silent one would have to wait. Perhaps that would teach him to be more appreciative...
"Mmmmn, Wufei..." he growled softly, getting onto the bed and moving towards the younger man like a big, golden cat to its prey. He lowered his head and let pale silky tresses drift over caramel skin as he made his way up. Leaning over further he gave Wufei's erection a long, firm lick before pushing his legs apart and pressing his own erection against it.
"Oh, master!" Wufei cried out, passionately, as his arms came up -- not to touch, but to cling, limpet-like in his pleasure. "Ma~aster..."
Beside him, Treize had to supress the urge to be smug about it. /He *does* still want you, Wufei -- more than me, in fact, I'm sure. Jealous little thing.../ Though, it made his heart fall a little to lay there, watching and awaiting his turn, if he were to get one at all.
Before he leaned down to give Wufei a passionate kiss, Zechs murmured "There is lubricant in the night table drawer, Treize. Bring it here and put it on me..."
/Ready you to fuck Wufei, you mean?/ Treize mused mentally, sitting up to get the tube from teh drawer. Wufei's muffled moans didn't miss his ears as he turned back and knelt on the bed beside Zechs. A glob on his fingers, warmed in his hands, and then he reached to stroke the slickness slowly over Zechs' erection.
"Mmm... Almost ready dear one..." Zechs whispered. He sat back on his heels, allowing Treize access to the other slave. "Now put some inside Wufei."
/Mild revenge,/ he mused, spreading the moaning slaves' legs to shove -roughly -- a glob up inside of Wufei, then stroked it against soft walls with tender fingers.
Zechs was on the younger man like a predator on its pray. Lifting Wufei's legs, he shoved in to the hilt and while he held still waiting for the slave to adjust to him, he addressed the other slave. "Lay down and watch, Treize," he breathed, "but don't touch yourself."
Treize gave a whimper, fingers still lingering so close to the place where Wufei was impaled. But he did pull back, laying down to watch.
"Oh, Master!" Wufei cried out, face pinced in pelasure.
Zechs growled again and grabbed Wufei's hands, pinning them over his head as he rammed in again, loving the small whimpers that came from the smaller man. Wufei knew exactly how to make a man feel like an owner. The way he submitted was heady in the extreme and he wondered if Treize was at all aroused by it. But even if he wasn't, Zechs was, and it grew difficult to concentrate on anything else as he started a rhythm of deep, rough thrusts. "Ah... *take it* Wufei!" he hissed. "Beautiful little slut..."
Each thrust shook Wufei to the coore, a delicious pounding that made his pulse sing from the pulsing of Zechs' hard cock within him. "Yes!" The feel of being help in place was as good as it had been with Treize, as he arched his hips up to Zechs' impalement.
Beside him on the bed, Treize watched all with slowly quickening breaths -- but the center of his attention was Zechs' expression fierce and needing.
Now the blond released Wufei's hands, sliding them under his knees instead and lifting Wufei's legs up and out. The sound that he made as he rammed into that tight passage nearly made Zechs come it was so primitive and erotic. He managed to hold back, though, by closing his eyes and dropping his head, hair falling around his face, screening out the world and helping him focus.
Fingers fisting into the sheets, Wufei didn't break the rythym, body still moving to the thud-thud beat of Zechs' thrusts. Short whines of pleasure, and long gasps left his lips, testamony to just how *good* it felt to be possessed so.
Treize watched, fingers twitching as he strained to not touch himself or the master. /Gott... so beautiful.../
"Now, dear one," Zechs breathed, quickening his pace. "Come for me, little angel..."
"Master!" The softest of soft moans, and Wufei did as he was told, spurting thick seed between their close-pressed bodies.
Zechs was able to hold on for only a few moments before joining him, pressing in hard and flooding the smaller man. "Perfect," he growled, "so damned *perfect*..."
When the fiercest of the spasms had subsided, Zechs sat back on his heels again, still deep inside Wufei, staring down at the dark-haired man with complete satisfaction. "Treize," he murmured, "clean us up."
"Mmm..." Wufei was drifting in that wonderful haze, happy and blissful.
/Clean...?/ Treize flushed a little as he sat up more. "How, master?"
Zechs indicated their spattered stomachs and then leaned over and gave Treize a long, deep kiss. Pulling away just enough to trace his tongue around Treize's lips, he purred, "With your tongue of course..."
"Uhmmmm." Part moan, part musing as he bent in to lap up the semen from Wufei's firm copper stomach. He'd tasted Wufei many times before, and this was no different, except for the sensuality of lapping and kissing that firm skin, and the delight from Wufei's out-cry at the lick he delivered to the over-sensative head of Wufei's softened member.
Then he slid an arm around Zechs' waist, to lick his stomach clean, kissing and nuzzling his way down to where Zechs was still embedded inside Wufei, mostly soft. Not really caring what he was doing by that point, he licked at the juncture.
A deep, pleasured growling came from Zechs's chest at that touch. One hand came up and tangled into Treize's hair. "Make me hard again, Treize," he whispered, showing no signs of pulling out of Wufei.
Shifting a little to better pleasure that spot, Treize kept his one arm around Zechs' waist to steady himself, while he moved his other to rub lightly over Zechs' nipple. Then his tongue joined in, rasping slowly against Wufei's entrance and Zechs' base.
"Uhhhn..." Zechs let his head fall back, the touch of Treize's tongue so erotic his knees almost buckled. His long shaft twitched violently back to life and Wufei's eyes went wide.
"Ohhh... so big... so big... so...uhhhhnnn!"
Zechs pulled out of Wufei slowly and then leaned over him. "You felt wonderful, dear one... now fetch the blindfold for me, under the bed." Looking over at Treize with a seductive smile, Zechs grabbed the older man suddenly, pushing him down onto the bed and covering Treize's mouth with his own.
Arms coming up around Zechs to hold on, Treize groaned, rocking near nudity against nudity.
Sated and a bit woozey, Wufei knelt under the bed, pulling out the blind-fold. /Someday, I'll just take the cuffs and tie Treize up,/ he thought maliciously, standing up with the black strip of cloth in hand.
Nuzzling at the older man's neck, Zechs said softly, "It's time to try something new, Treize. I want you to behave this time. The more you obey me tonight, submit to me, the more pleasure I will give you. If you disobey or become uncooperative, the pleasure will be taken away..."
He covered Treize's neck and throat with kisses, and then sat back slowly. "Blindfold, Wufei," came the soft command.
There was barely hidden glee on Wufei's face as he stepped forward and placed the soft black cloth over Treize's eyes, lifting his head to tie it tightly in place.
"Is it good, master?"
"Excellent, Wufei. Now fetch us the ice, please..." Zechs reached out a long, golden finger and traced it down the length of Treize's chest and belly, making a gentle stirring motion of the soft hair between his legs before gliding over the tip of his shaft for a moment. The sight of his newest slave with the blindfold, vulnerable to whatever Zechs chose to do to him, made the blond man sigh heavily and a soft throb between his own legs grew more insistent.
"Can I speak, Master?" Treize asked, once he heard Wufei leave the room to fetch ice. That teasing touch... how horrible that he couldn't watch.
"Yes, Treize - you may."
And that was all there was -- that sound, that voice. "Why... a blindfold? Aren't they only used for executions?" came the nervous question.
Zechs had to laugh, and then leaned down to nuzzle Treize's ear. "No, dear one," the deep voice purred, "they have many purposes beyond that, and I wouldn't worry. You had more chance of being executed when you were running for public office than you do here." He kissed his way down the older man's throat to his chest, where he nuzzled again, letting long strands of hair whisper across it. "It's a way of making a person vulnerable, you see - just as restraint does. It takes away one of the most important things a person defends himself with - his sight. And that's how I want you," he whispered, licking delicately at one of Treize's nipples. "Completely defenseless against me..."
"Uhm..." He arched up to that mouth, hands still resting on Zechs' back. "If you asked, I'd close my eyes..."
Another chuckle against warm skin. "A blindfold is something that *I* put on *you*," Zechs murmured, grazing the taut nub with his teeth. "It's something that *I* am doing, not something you *choose* to do. So it gives me more pleasure... it makes you submit to me..." Zechs moved up to Treize's ear for a moment and whispered fiercely, "Nothing makes me harder than having *you* submit to me, Treize... *nothing.*"
"Not even last night, master?" Treize asked, truly curious as he chanced that question. "It is... does feel wonderful to do as I'm told and get the rewards of it, master."
"Last night..." Zechs brushed his lips over Treize's, close to a kiss, but not quite. "Last night should never have happened..." he whispered against the warm mouth. There was a pause while he kissed Treize and then, "but it *did* happen... and it most likely will again..." Having said that he leaned in closer and took the older man's mouth again, the kiss long and deep and passionate.
Treize responded completely, giving himself over and opening up for the other man -- no resistance, only want, deep and seering. "Oh, thank you," he whispered when the kiss broke at last. "Master..."
"Mmmmn, *sweet* pet... you give me such pleasure..." It took all his self-control not to take Treize where he was, but there were other delights he wanted the man to know of first...
"I've brought the ice, master."
Wufei's voice, following the sound of the door opening. /I wish I could see... so I could know his intent...!/
Zechs took the small cube of ice Wufei handed him. "Now, Treize - I want you to be silent. No talking, and put your hands over your head, so that you're holding on to the railing of the headboard."
When Treize had complied, the blond man touched the very tip of a sensitive nipple with the ice.
No talking, but that didn't mean he couldn't let out a soft whine, shifting against that icy cold brun. "Ohhh....~!"
Moving the ice in tiny circles, Zechs continued chilling the little nub until it was quite stiff. He trailed the ice across Treize's chest to the other nipple and, at the same time bent to take the cold one into his mouth, sucking passionately on its icy tautness. "Mmmmn... lay down and watch, Wufei..."
"Can I touch myself, Master?"
"Ah!" Treize cried out softly, hands kneading the bed-railing as he squirmed and arched up. "So cold, master!!"
"Yes, dear one - you *may,*" Zechs answered, lips moving against the wet nipple. He nuzzled over to the other one, now just as chilled, and as he fed on it, slid the ice slowly down Treize's belly. It was almost gone, melted by the heat of the older man's body, and Zechs rubbed it between Treize's rounded cheeks, feeling it turn to liquid in that warm, intimate place, leaving only icy fingers toying with the vulnerable entrance.
Giving his new-found hardness slow strokes, Wuefi watched with anticipation as Treize cried out all the louder at that touch.
"It burns!" Can Treize's exclamation, though from the thickness of his voice and the steady leaking of his erection, it was far from a complaint. "Ohh..."
"More ice, Wufei," Zechs murmured, as he trailed kisses down Treize's torso before sitting back and lifting the man's legs off the bed. When Wufei had brought the small cube, Zechs leaned down to the hand that offered it and took the ice into his mouth. Pressing Treize's legs farther apart, he stretched that delicate entrance and lowered his head to it.
"Mmmmmn..."the taste and fragrance of the older man was intoxicating and soon his face was buried against Treize's buttocks. Slowly, he opened his mouth and let the ice slide directly onto the entrance, holding there with his tongue and rubbing it softly up and down.
"Ahhhn!" Treize's legs threatened to close right against Zechs' head, but instead laid limp and to the sides where they'd been placed. All he could see was darkness, hear the soft moans Wufei gave out, and feel that strange mixture of cold and heat -- was that the master's tongue? Down *there*? The idea repulsed him a little, but it felt so interesting and the icy-wet burn only made him want more. "Oh, please!"
Wufei reached out a hand and clamped it over Treize's mouth. "May I get the gag, Master?" he asked.
"Mmmmn." Zechs hummed an assent and, as Wufei reached down again to the box of toys, the blond used his tongue to push the ice the sligthest bit past the tight ring of muscle that guarded Treize's passage, feeling the damp heat turn the ice to chilly water that dripped down the pretty cleft.
"Oh! Soo... ah, Master, please..." Treize pleaded softly, squirming more -- it was so cold, but so hot and the pressure there, the threat of having it pushed inside him...
"Ball gag, master, or just cloth?" Wufei's voice, and Treize *swore* he could hear the smirk in it.
Zechs sat back for a moment. "Cloth - we need to do this in stages, Wufei..." He smiled down at the lovely upturned buttocks. "Such a delicious feast you offer me, dear one..." Giving a soft sigh, he began to kiss them, softly, even reverantly at first, then with more passion, swirling his tongue around them and sucking softly at the creamy skin.
They weren't as soft as Wufei's were, and proved to be a good bit bonier than they should have, due to malnutrition that was steadily being corrected.But they were all muscle, a firmness gave gently under each suckle and bit. Treize's voice has stopped, aside from pleading 'master' and low, pleasured moans that stopped for a moment as Wufei slid the cloth gag in place, leaving only muffled sounds from Treize and a sudden slight tensing of the man's body.
One more piece of ice in Zechs's hand, again placed at the quivering entrance, but this one was held in place with the head of Zechs's cock. The exquisite burning threatened to make the blond man lose his erection, but he'd trained himself well and now he took a deep breath and pushed into Treize, forcing the melting ice in ahead of him.
Now gagged, Treize let out a sound near a scream -- raw agony, just as seering and hot as the ice-cube being pushed into him along with Zechs' cock. It took all his strength to not move his hands from the bar he held onto, to not pull out the gag, take off the blindfold, and stop it. /I trust him enough to beleive ther's pleasure.../ Even though he'd been promised there would be no pain in it.
Zechs eyes were closed in bliss. The feeling was incredible - tight heat, icy cold. It made him moan to feel them both wrapped around his shaft. "Calm yourself, Treize," he murmured, stroking the man's thighs. A tiny shift, a slight movement forward and he was pressed up against the older man's prostate. With subtle hip movements, he rubbed the sensitive gland as the ice melted completely, dripping out of Treize with every slight push.
"Don't fight it, dear one," the blond whispered as his fingertips caressed the length of his slave's shaft.
Slowly hitching breaths left Treize as he did begin to calm himself --the cold was starting to ebb away, replaced with a need, gentle pressure and fullness. His erection had ebbed with the wave of rough pain, but now came back just as full as it had been before. Treize tried to speak, but the gag stopped him from doing that, so he just moaned against it.
"Mmmm... slide your finger in, Wufei... gently..." Zechs's hand closed loosely around Treize's member, squeezing it softly and brushing his thumb over the weeping head. "Uhhn... Trieze..."
More soft out-cries from Treize, as Wufei leaned close, a finger rubbed at the spot where Treize's body was filled with Zechs' thick member. "Here, master?"
"All the way in, little angel," Zechs breathed.
Unquestioningly, Wufei pushed into that chilled, stretched entrance, listening to Treize's sharp out-cry as his finger slid in to the base. Trapped between a thight wall and his master's erection, he held that finger as still as it would need to be. "Yes master."
The feeling of that probing finger, touching him even as he lay imbedded in Treize's body, sent a wave of heat through Zechs. His head fell back and he gripped Treize's shaft tigther, long, firm strokes mirroring the adrenalin pulses that raced through him. Every time he thought he had himself under control, the sweet knowledge that Wufei was watching them, feeling them, overcame him and threatened to push him over the edge. It had been a long time since he's felt so utterly wanton, wanting anything and everything that could give pleasure, and lots of it. "Mmmm... Wufei... do you want to feel me fuck him?"
"Yes!" Wufei exclaimed, squirming that finger a little, listening ot Treize's noises carefully. "Yes, Please master..."
That extra bit made Treize feel as if he were next to shattering into a thousand peices, turning into dust that was scattered everywhere. "Too much!" he cried out against the gag, but it was unintelligble to Wufei and Zechs.
Zechs looked up the length of Treize's lean body, loving the feeling he got seeing the gag and the blindfold. But something was wrong... something about Treize's expression. /Why must it always be like this.../
Pulling out slowly, he gestured to Wufei to remove his finger and then reached up and took off the gag and the blindfold. "We seem to have gone too far once again, Wufei," he said softly, standing up. "Go fetch the cream and put some inside of him." He looked down at Treize, his expression unreadable. "The cream will make the pain go away. I'm sorry. I've always been very good at assessing what a slave is ready for and rarely had any problems like this. I seem to have lost that ability... or maybe I just can't have it with you..." Sighing heavily, he sat on the edge of the bed and stared at the paintings on the far wall, waiting for Wufei.
Treize's eyes were red from tears, and it was very possible that he'd been crying the whole time; he let go of the rail, sitting up slowly, working his aching jaw. "I'm sorry, master," he spoke, voice raw sounding as Wuefi got up from the bed with a disgusted expression on his face, to go get the soothing cream. "I tried to last it as long as I could, I... It's a stretch when you're inside me master. I don't think I'm b-big enough to take more than you. I'm sorry. I really was enjoying it, master..." He lifted a hand to wipe the back of it over his eyes, expression just as saddened and dissapointed as Wufei's was disgusted.
"No need to apologize," Zechs murmured. "As I said it's my fault for misjudging." His voice sounded far away, as were his thoughts. He'd never had such problems before and was beginning to feel a strange lack of confidence in himself. He patted Treize's thigh. "My fault entirely..."
"I'm such a fuck-up. I can't even do something so simple right..." Treize breathed shakily, looking intently at the bed-spread as he rubbed the back of his hand over his eyes again. "I'm so sorry, master..."
"No, no... perhaps..." /Perhaps this just wasn't meant to be.../ "It seems our tastes are very far apart... things that I've done with other men for years don't suit you... /and I'm at a loss as to what to do.../"So it's not your fault, Treize." Zechs's voice was low, his head ducked. "I just don't seem to be the proper master for you. I think I may loan you to Quatre - see if you get on better with him..."
"No!" Treize's exclaimation was part horror, part pure unhappiness. "Master, it felt..." he swallowed, lifting his gaze, the look sincere. "It felt mostly *good* right until Wufei added his f-finger. Then it just hurt so much..." He rose up onto his knees, movements, showing some of that pain still, as he knelt beside Zechs, sliding his arms around the man's waist, resting his chin on Zechs; shoulder. Wufei stood in the door-way, watching with a faintly bitter expression.
"Don't you see, though?" Zechs continued, his voice still soft. "It could always be just one thing. Each time we do something, just one mistake, one thing you can't tolerate." Shaking his head, the blond man passed a hand over his forehead. "I don't believe in making my pets suffer. I don't approve of pain. But it seems I am causing you pain quite often and that's not acceptable. It's unfair to you, of course, but it's also quite unpleasant for me and for anyone else participating. It... it stops everything..." He frowned deeply and tried to explain further. "When I'm with my pets, things should flow - one act, one position to the next - a constant dance of pleasure. That's what I expect. That's what my other pets expect."
Finally, with every ounce of strength he had, Zechs managed to look Treize in the eyes. "We don't fit together, Treize - despite how much I wanted us to... it just isn't working..."
The arms around his waist tigthened. "I'm still being trained, Master. I've still only been here a short time. Give me the benefit of the doubt, Master... I don't want to go to another." /Here, or freedom, either by letting me walk out of here, or death, but I can't risk going anyplace worse.../ His throat felt tight, eyes closing as he let out a soft sigh. "You haven't hurt me before -- that was just... fear. I'm not so scared anymore."
Zechs's voice was barely audible. "I have a good friend who acquired two slaves at the same auction as I acquired you. I spoke with him the other night. They're both done with training and fitting in quite well in his house. But then... they were younger. He questioned me buying a pet as old as you, and now I have to question the wisdom of that choice as well. Perhaps there is upper limit on how old a man can be and still work well as a pet..." /And *I*, fool that I am, choose to ignore that because of how you made me feel.../
"Did those slaves go through what I did?" he asked quietly. "We may as well keep trying, master, becuase at this point, I'm not usable as anything else, am I?" A slight shift, and he winced a little, pressing himself against Zechs' back. "Don't pass me on... I've been passed around enough. Just shoot me before you do *that* with me -- this is the best place I've been. You're so... so *good* and beautiful.."
"No! Don't say things like that!" Zechs broke away from Treize's grasp and stood, turning to face him. "Masters who cause pain to their slaves are *not* good and *not* beautiful, Treize! You keep saying that you're useless for anything else and I don't agree one whit with you on that, but if it *is* true than you need to be with someone who doesn't cause you distress. Perhaps with a man who only wants one pet, or someone who doesn't need much sex and will leave you alone that way much of the time."
Azure eyes stared into sapphire. "Whoever he is, Treize, I'll find him. I'll make sure he's the right one for you before I send you, so don't worry about that." A deep frown crossed the golden features and Zechs turned away for a moment, bewildered by the pain he felt. "There's a party on Wednesday evening. There will be lots of men there - looking for pets. I'll take you to it, and you can have a look at them - see if one of them strikes your fancy. It will be your choice, in a way. And the two of you can give it a try there and see if you're... compatible..."
There was a length of silence from Treize, as he knelt there, watching Zechs' back with an expression twisted with anger and pain. "You don't even want to try," he murmured, tone hurt. "If I'm such a trouble for *you*, what makes you think anyone would want me for anything other than something to torture? I want to stay here with *you*, master. Are you so afraid to keep me here?"
Balling his fists, Zechs spun around to face Treize. "That's not fair of you to say!" he began, and then saw Wufei standing in the doorway. Taking a deep breath he walked over and took the cream from him. "I apologize, little angel," he said quietly. "I'll make it up to you later. For now -leave us." He cupped the back of Wufei's head and pressed a kiss to the high forehead, then turned back to the bed.
Wufei's smile was serene, and turned brigther when he saw the bitter expression --near to crying angry tears, it seemed -- on Treize's face. "Good night Master," he uttered smoothly as he left the bedroom, steps ligther than they'd been the last time he'd been dismissed because of Treize.
Sitting back on the bed with his weight resting on his hip to prevent further discomfort, Treize kept a steady sapphire gaze on Zechs' face, not speaking -- best to let Zechs chew him out throughly before he retorted at all, or even tried to.
"Lie on your belly, with your legs apart," he murmured, taking the cap off of the cream and spreading some on his finger.
With a frustrated little noise, Treize did just that, folding his arms under his chin and letting his eyes close. /There. That helps some./ At least he felt in control of himself again -- hurt, apologetic, and all Zechs could do was rub his face in his failure. /I'm just horrible at this -- he might as well get rid of me, hmn? I'm no Wufei -- no perfectly trained little lap pet./
Zechs took a moment to appreciate the beautiful man stretched out on the bed. He was truly, in Zechs's eyes, the most beautiful man the blond had ever seen. The thought of giving him up was horribly painful, much more than it should have been, but he also had responsibilities to his other pets - ones that weren't being met...
Sitting down on the bed beside Treize, Zechs carefully spread the tight buttocks with one hand and slid his finger in, spreading the cream along the heated passage. "It should help immediately," he murmured.
"At least with the physical discomfort," he murmured softly, not opening his eyes. "If I'd have known that letting you know it *just* was starting to hurt was going to get me sold again, I'd have kept quiet."
"I know what screams sound like through gags, Treize, although I wish I didn't. It was obvious you'd been hurting for awhile. And frankly... what we were doing was tame. *That's* what bothers me... *that's* why... you might be better off with someone else. And I don't understand why you refuse to believe that I could find you a master who was gentle, kind, and less demanding of you than I am. Wouldn't you be happier with someone like that? In a place where things like this weren't happening? Am I mad for thinking that?"
"Yes," he said, daring to make that defiance. "It's still much better here than any other place I've been, whether you're demanding or not. I'd miss you if you passed me on to someone else. And it would only prove that I'm nothing more than an object -- like... like a dog -- to you, the person I've been able to trust the most since... gott, forever."
/Miss me? What the devil is the man talking about...?/ Zechs cleaned his hand off and slid down to sit on the floor, the only way he could see Treize's face. "You say you trust me," he murmured, pushing the hair out of Treize's eyes with gentle fingertips, "and yet you don't - not when it comes to finding the best place for you to be. Maybe you don't believe this but I *do* want you to be as comfortable as you can be. I *do* want to know that you're well-cared for, and I have your happiness in mind now. What I do with my pets doesn't seem to suit you. Why should you balk so when I try to find you a master who does?"
"It *does* suit me, if you'd give me a chance to get used to it!" Treize protested, looking at Zechs with a tired expression, eyes reddened from crying and trying not to cry. "It just *hurt*, master -- It wasn't like the first time, becuase that was just me being... scared." He turned his face away, looking at the pillow as he went on, "I'm sorry I'm such a dissapointment to you -- I really am trying to not screw up so much..."
Zechs watched the other man for a moment before getting up and sliding onto the bed next to him, fitting himself against Treize's back so that they touched from head to toe. "If I'm disappointed, dear one, then I am disappointed in myself. Always it's been the case that I could have a boy or man comfortable within a day or two. I... pride myself on that..." He ran his fingertips lightly down Treize's arm, stroking softly down the pale skin until he reached his hand and twined their fingers together. "I'm selfish that way, really," he continued. "I... I want my pets to be... amazed by me, by what I can do - what I can make *them* do and enjoy... I want my pets to dream about what I've done to them, during the times I'm away, and ache for the time I return. I want them ready and eager for me, as I am for them." He was silent for a moment and then added, "And I'd be so happy if I could make you feel that way - make a grown man, a very proper gentleman, realize that he aches for my cock inside of him - for the touch of my hands, and the taste of my lips... and I don't know why I'm failing so miserably at it..."
There was a silence, as Treize turned, still holding onto Zechs' hand, to simply press against the man in a way he could face him. "You're not failing," he murmured quietly, sapphire eyes meeting azure. "I wasn't lying when I said I'd miss you if you made me go someplace else. I... don't think any other master could make me want the way you do."
"Treize..." Zechs stroked the older man's hair as he talked, seeking to calm, and to be calmed. "Your experience with masters isn't a wide one, but bless you for that, anyway. I'll hold off on making a decision until after the party. There may be someone there... someone who attracts you."
"There won't be," he murmured, shifting closer to Zechs, slipping an arm around his waist as his hand was let go, pressing his face against Zechs' neck. "I want to please you Master, as best as I can."
"How did you feel with the blindfold, and the gag?"
"It was... different," he murmured. "I liked being kept from knowing what came next, though. You have a very nice voice."
"Hmmm," Zechs murmured, almost a laugh, "Mr. Honey-tongue... it's too late if your trying to flatter me..." As he said this, Zechs leaned towards Treize and pressed a kiss to his mouth, long and soft.
One that Treize almost melted into, leting out a pleased murmur when it broke. 'That's so nice," he breathed in a ragged voice.
"I'm spoiling you, you know..." Zechs said, between kisses. "I'm rewarding you... for things that shouldn't be rewarded... you end up getting all my attention... mmmn... and poor Wufei gets none..." Blond hair spilled around them as Zechs propped himself up on one elbow and brushed his lips over Treize's. "That's very naughty of you... you know that, don't you..."
"Some," Treize murmured, mood a bit better as he kissed Zechs back, tugging him closer still. "I need to touch you, master. Just to feel..."
"Uhhhn... how am I supposed to resist that...?" Zechs sighed and deepened the kiss, trailing warm fingertips over Treize's chest. They brushed over nipples and flattened out on the man's sleek belly, moving, caressing, as he ate slowly at Treize's mouth.
Purring at every little touch, Treize ran his hands down Zechs' back, moving aside cloth to touch warm skin. "Master," he moaned between firm kisses. "Your hands feel so right."
Soft, stroking motions, touching every part of Treize's body, and Zechs was hypnotized by the feel of the other man's hand on him. Even with Wufei, this kind of reciprocity was very rare in the blond's couplings, and yet with this obstinate man it seemed the most natural thing to do. "Treize... you make my head spin... and your fingers are fire on me..."
Treize's only reply was to take another kiss as his fingers trailed all over Zechs' firm back, just touching the very top edge of his buttocks. "I want to give you pleasure, Master..."
More kisses, deeper, hungrier, and then, "How do you want to do that, Treize...? What is your idea of pleasure? Of getting it... or giving it...? Show me what you mean..."
"Slow," he murmured. "Steady and slow. There's no need at all to rush this... I love yoru touch you, Master -- you're so responsive to it, too." Slender fingers traced abstract patterns over Zechs' shoulder-blades. "Pleasure should be a give and take -- no one person should do *everything* *all* the time."
"Mmmm, my beautiful radical," Zechs teased, drawing a fine line down Treize's shoulder with his tongue. "Coming into my house... with ideas such as that..." Now he nuzzled up to bite softly at a tender earlobe as warm hands slipped around Treize's hips. "Causing dissention among my pets..." Hands trailed along lean flanks and a warm mouth brushed Treize's. "Beautiful lips, speaking treason..."
"Is it so wrong?" he asked softly, arching up to catch a kiss from Zechs' heated mouth. Those knowing hands ran slowly along Zechs' sides, almost tickling in their lightness. "It does feel good, to touch back while being touched. Soooo good to feel..." he drew a steadying breath. "Hands there, instead of a whip. You're so gentle..."
Zechs buried fingers in the short, silky hair, whimpering softly as he kissed the older man. "You need gentle..." he whispered. "You need to be taken care of. And I need to stop pressing you to do more than you can..." His lips moved against the damp skin of Treize's neck and he gave it a lick, savoring the taste of salt he found there. "Ohhhh... you fill me with such desire..."
"My Master," he murmured softly, arching his neck to better receive those touches, licks and nips. "I need you." His voice sounded torn and dragged from his lips, those three words that were harder than nearly any he'd said before. "I'd break if you gave me to another. You're my final chance, master, and if I can't get it to work here, with you, I'll die... Please, let me..." His voice trailed off as he twisted a little to kiss Zechs' cheek, hands stroking and teasing with a fury. "My master."
The blond's hardened shaft gave an answering movement and a tiny moan came from deep inside of him as he pressed against Treize. "Zechs," he whispered. "Tonight, just Zechs..."
"Just Zechs," Treize repeated gladly, just to feel the motion of lip against lip. Another shift was made, and two hardened shafts brushed eachother, sending a short spasm of pleasure through Treize; his fingers tigthened for a moment in Zechs' hair, before going back to a slow stroking. "I want you so badly, Zechs..."
"Oh, Treize..." came the whispered reply. Zechs's breathing had grown ragged, his body unable to stop its soft writhing against the other man as he pressed kisses to Treize's throat. "Tell me what you want... what would feel the absolute best... and I'll do it."
Asking to be on top was out of question, and having his master in such a wonderfully good mood... "I want you inside of me -- slow and wonderful like this is," he whispered back just as softly. "Let me touch you, Zechs..."
"I won't stop you." Zechs's voice was a mere breath against the older man's ear. The he reached for the small tube of lubricant Wufei had left on the sheets and put some into Treize's hand. "Put it on me," he panted in a deep resonant voice, then buried his face against ginger silk.
One hand stayed on Zechs' back, stroking slowly over firm muscles, while the other, holding the lubricant, slipped down to slid over Zechs' throbbing erection, feeling the pulse and wetness it already bore as he massaged it with slickness one handed. "You're wonderful..."
The other man's fingers were fire on him and Zechs moaned against a creamy shoulder. "Ohhhh... God I want you..." he whispered back, hands caressing Treize's hips, slipping under to lift them up to meet his.
Another brush of sex against sex and hand, this time, and Treize let out a soft moan. "Please, " he pleaded as he drew back his hand. "Fuck me --slowly..."
A soft growl came from the blond. He breathed against Treize's mouth before taking a slow, deep kiss, then rested his forehead against a soft cheek and pressed forward, sliding into the older man with the softest of groans. /Home... it's like coming home when I get inside of him.../"Treize... he murmured, beginning slow, easy strokes, nearly incoherent with pleasure, "so good... so very, very good..."
It didn't hurt like the last time, but there was proper lubrication thins tinme that went beyond an ice-cube, thankfully. Treize shifted a little, giving his own half-voiced moan. "Zechs... oh, you feel so good inside me, Zechs..." The brush of soft hair agaisnt his face was just as stimulating as the hardness that filled him.
Zechs let out a long, soft groan as his hips rolled slowly against Treize's. /How long has it been since I did this...? Since it was just... being with another man... hearing him say my name... have I ever done this...? Not even with Relena.../ His hands slid upward along Treize's back and under the older man's shoulders, propping up the noble face just a bit so he could take a few slow, aching kisses. "Uhhhhn... what are you doing to me, Treize?" came the whisper into his partner's open mouth. "Send fire and ice through my veins and make me want to beg you for it..." The words came as he gave a long, slow push and his cock was in to the hilt.
A soft, shuddery moan left Treize, vibrating against Zechs' lips for near endless moments before he could speak of look past the feelings in his groin. "You do the same to me, Zechs," he ekked out, shifting his hips back and then up again, slowly. "You make me want something I'd never wanted before..."
"You want it now?" Zechs asked, nearly breathless with desire. "Oh, Treize... tell me you want it... tell me you want *me*..." He'd pulled outnearly all the way, teasing at Treize's entrance with tiny thrusts, fucking it gently with the tip of his shaft, but nowhere near enough to satisfy. "Tell me you need me..."
Just enough to heigthen his want, the need to be filled and pushed into. "I want you, Zechs -- inside me, I need you," he uttered, breathless as his finger romaed shakily over Zechs' skin. "Now, please. Feels so good..."
"So good..." the blond murmured back. He cupped his hands over Treize's shoulders to steady the older man's body and then pushed all the way in, slowly, firmly, closing his eyes in bliss at the tight, slick feel of the man all around him. He pulled out again and gave another long thrust, falling into a soft rhythm "Uhhhhn... mine!"
"Yes..." Gentle agreement, as he focused on the feel of his muscles happily spasming around that thickness with every slow thrust. One hand planted itself firmly in Zechs' hair, the other slid down his back to kneaded at one tight buttock. "Never so good before... with anyone.."
Zechs couldn't keep still. He planted his forearms on either side of Treize and supported himself on his knees. It was a position he loved because it not only felt completely wanton, but gave him the best leverage to thrust.
And thrust he did, slowly, over and over into that tight space until he thought he might die from the desire he felt. "Oh, God... oh dear God..."
The one leg that Treize had tight around Zechs' waist was used as leverage to rock up to his implament, letting out soft sounds of pleasure with every burst of that slow pleasure. "Zechs, I'm close," he groaned quietly as Zechs made another prostate nudging stroke into him. "Uhhhhn. Zechs..."
"Then come, sweet man," Zechs breathed. "Oh, let me hear it. Pleeeease..." He angled his thrust so that it would rub firmly over that sweet spot inside and pressed in.
The trigger that set off the bomb, that firm press against his prostate. So good to be able to clutch closer to Zechs when his muscles tigthened, to use the man as a life-line as he came, painting sticky seed between their stomachs. It only made Zechs' tender impalement of him seem bigger still, as tight muscles moved with the spasms the rest of his body was caught in.
Oh, the feel of that tight passage, clenching around him - passion that could be felt - and the sweet knowledge that *he* had made Treize's body react that way. Zechs moaned hoarsely and pressed his face to Treize's neck, the contractions of the older man's body like a hand, pulling at him - a hot, wet stroking. The release itself had an agonizingly slow build-up and all he could do was hold Treize tight as he grew more desperate for it.
But when it finally crashed over him, it was nerve-shattering in intensity, and he held Treize so close he felt he could get through the man's skin. Soft moans left him with each press of seed into that heat, until he could only shudder and lay trembling on the broad chest, panting against the damp skin of the other man's neck.
The world had turned on it's axis, Treize was sure of that, simply flipped over, because he'd drifted in comforting blackness for an eternity before becoming aware of hard breathing and Zechs' blanketing body. Smiling to himself for a faint moment, a slow, blissful smile, Treize brought his arms up tightly, stroking a hand fondly through Zechs' hair. /Zechs... such a name./ "If I had the strength left, I'm ask for you to do that again," he smiled tenderly at his owner.
"Only because you know *I* don't have the strength for it," the deep voice mumbled against Treize. Golden arms tigthened their clasp of the older man in a protective way and once again, Zechs murmured, "Mine."
"All yours, Zechs," Treize agreed softly, shifting languidly close and making a softly discontented noise when Zechs slipped out of his body. He snugged himself close to his master, drifting off into a doze until Zechs deemed the time proper to take him back to the room he and Wufei shared.
End of Chapter 17
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