15 April 2001
Pairings: Treize, Zechs and Wufei puddle!
Warnings: lemon, lemon and lemon -- and angst, o' course. ^__^ Not owned by us.
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Wufei was kneeling, just inside the doorway of Zechs' office, chin lifted to look at the man as he was addressed.
And his heart had broken with what he'd just been told. /He's taking *him* on a trip, rather than me!!/ Horrid, to be replaced as his personal servant, but this, too...
"Why, master?" Wufei requested politely.
Zechs was leaning against the edge of his desk and before he replied to Wufei's question he held out his hand to the younger man. "Come here, dear one - let me hold you."
Wufei stood, trembling and near tears as he did so, and nearly threw himself into Zechs' waiting arms.
"Dear one..." Zechs breathed, stroking the inky silk of his hair and holding him tightly. "You're upset. Tell me what it is you fear..."
"You take Treize.... with you," Wufei whispered quietly. /And ignore me. More time spent with him, less and less with me.../ "I've been replaced."
"Ah, no, Wufei -" Zechs said softly, burying his face in Wufei's hair. "You could never be replaced. You've been with me far too long for that." Gently, he pushed Wufei back enough to look at him. "I'm taking Treize because he's my personal servant. He's the one who has the job of doing the research I need to keep from sounding like an idiot." He brushed a few long strands of black away from the younger man's eyes. "And I need you *here.* Not only do I have a stockholder meeting one week after I get back - for which *you're* doing the spreadsheets - but you're the one who runs the house when I'm away. You *know* there's no one I trust the way I trust you..."
"I know, master," Wufei whispered. "But you've spent so much time with him, and I... haven't seen you enough." Dark gaze darted down, as he pressed close to Zechs, burying his face in the other man's shirt, unable to say more.
"Wufei..." Zechs hugged him tight again, running his hands down the other man's body, caressing shoulders, back, hips, and bottom. "No, we *haven't* seen enough of each other," he cooed into Wufei's ear. "And I'm sorry my sweet, but it's not through any fault of yours." Zechs's hand slid up the side of Wufei's neck to cup his chin. "I've missed you terribly," he breathed and leaned in for a long, deep kiss.
Sitting astride Zechs' hips, a knee on either side, Wufei settled closer, taking that kiss happily as he wound his arms around Zechs' neck. "Master..."
/And it is so very good to have him back in my arms... that lovely, spicy smell that's only Wufei.../ Warm hands moved over coppery skin as Zechs plied more and more kisses from Wufei's lips, then came up for a breath. "No one can be what you are to me, dear pet," he whispered against the other man's mouth. "No one..." Suddenly, the slender Chinese man felt like an exotic drug racing through Zechs's veins, one he craved and couldn't get enough of. "Uhhhhn... dear God I want you..."
"I'm yours, Master," Wufei whispered softly, rubbing his slender body against Zechs'. "Yours for the taking, ripe and ready."
"Oh, I *love* hearing that," Zechs purred. "I think... we'll try a different position this time... Go over to the cabinet and take out two pairs of cuffs."
Just to know he was worth Zechs's touch was... wonderous, as he crept down from Zechs' lap and pulled his favorite cuffs from the rich dark-wood cabinet. They were metal, but simple -- police cuffs, that sent a thrill through his body just looking at them!
Reaching for the cuffs, Zechs gave Wufei a slow smile. "Now my dear, remove every stitch - including your collar. I have a special one for you that I just bought last week in London..." Zechs reached over and opened one of his desk drawers, taking out a thick leather collar that was shot through with reddish-gold threads. Running through the middle of it was a thick silver chain, which also provided the closing mechanism. "I can't wait to put it on you..." Zechs said, his voice pure silk as he watched his pet undress.
Silk pants puddled on the floor around copper-coloured legs, followed by his thong, and then his collar, set reverently on the floor -- a good pet always took care of their collar. "It's beautiful," he whispered as he looked at the new collar that Zechs held in his hands -- it must have cost a small forture, and it looked just gorgeous... "I don't deserve it, Master."
"Of course you do, my perfect slave... I thought of you immediately when I saw it. I've been fantasizing about seeing you wear it ever since. Now come over here and let me put it on you..." There was iron behind the silk, and lust that had turned to hunger.
Walking heel-toe all the way to his master, Wufei knelt in front of him, head down, hair slung over to one side to expose his neck -- the most vulnerable position in the world, and he did it without hesitation for his master.
"Lovely..." came the breathy response as Zechs fingers fitted the collar around Wufei's slender neck and fastened it snugly. "Stand, Wufei," he murmured and when his pet was facing him he smiled again, slow and seductive. "Undress me."
Another treat -- to let his hands roam all over Zechs' body...
The tie was the first thing he attacked, tugging it off of Zechs with aching, dragging slowness while he rubbed himself against his owner. The his suit jacket, dropped onto the floor. "You wear too many clothes, master," Wufei teased lightly, sliding his hands into Zechs' still zipped up pants.
"Oh, I don't know..." Zechs murmured, running his tongue around Wufei's ear. "I rather like the work you're having to do to get them off..." Placing a small bite on the side of Wufei's neck, he pressed his hips forward, rubbing himself against the small, warm palm that groped him.
A small, and very pleased palm, at that, more than just glad to rub slowly at his master's member. The other hand slid out to undo those pants, letting them fall to the floor. "You're so beautiful, master."
Toeing off his shoes, Zechs began to press suckling kisses to the damp skin of Wufei's neck, pressing insistently against the sweet, hot fingers that held him and whispering, "My shirt, Wufei," - wanting badly to feel the smaller man's naked body against his own. "Ohhh, don't make me wait..."
Bared lower bodies touched and rubbed, but it wasn't complete until... Pulling back with a small smile, Wufei looked coyly up at his master as he began to toy open each button. "Just... beautiful."
A soft growling sound came from Zechs as he stared hungrily at Wufei. Those slender fingers were maddeningly slow, flicker of touch against his chest as each button was opened, and with each one he grew harder and felt more predatory. Rattling the cuffs in his hand, he hissed, "Faster!"
The last four came undone with blinding speed, and Wufei stepped back as the shirt fell down Zechs' body, clinging like a lover all the way. /Please, take me.../ his mind whimpered as he knelt again, hands presented to his owner.
Zechs reached out for the slender wrists and pulled Wufei all the way up into his lap as he half-sat on the edge of the desk. He took one wrist and clamped one end of the cuff around it, quickly moving to the second wrist and doing the same. Looking intensely at the younger man, Zechs gave the soft order, "Stand up, on the desk, with your feet on either side of me."
Daring to do, and exhilarating -- Zechs had never let Wufei fall. He got up there using his cuffed hands pressed against Zechs' shoulder, and then stood, his crotch brushing his master's face.
Slowly, the blond man reached up and cuffed himself, first his right hand to Wufei's left, then his left to the younger man's right, so that they were chained together, face to face. With a sudden, quick motion, Zechs brought his arms straight out to the side, forcing Wufei's to do the same thing.
"Spread your legs - as wide as you can - and the lean back a bit..."
Bare feet slid over wood until one foot was nearly off the edge and the other was close, body protesting being spread so far as he tremorously leaned back. "Master..."
"Excellent my pet... now squat... bring yourself to me." Zechs smiled slowly and enticed Wufei to squat over him by lifting his hips and letting his long, twitching erection wave in the air below Wufei's bottom. "Sit on it," came the breathy order.
"May I hold it?" Wufei asked breathlessly as he inched himself close enough in to squat atop the width that he wanted within his body so very badly.
"You'll have to really lean out to do that," Zechs murmured. "So squat down most of the way and the lean out and let me hold you up... then you can touch it..."
Lowering himself until that bobbing head rubbed his entrance, Wufei then drew a deep breath, and began to lean out, slowly and carefully. "This is wonderful, master!"
When the Chinese man was stretched out so far that his hair flowed down, Zechs grasped his wrists. "Now, my dear one," he whispered, "brace your feet... then come down and impale yourself on me..."
"Yes, Master," Wufei uttered as quietly as Zechs had whispered to him. It was hard to come back in while still leaning like that, but he managed, moving hard to jam Zechs deep inside his ready entry... Hot, burning friction and staggering hardness, suddenly filled his body. "Oh! Master!"
Zechs hissed softly as Wufei pressed down on him, and he leaned back as well, hips lifting automatically, driving his cock further in to the tight heat. "Uhn! Again, Wufei - " he panted. "Stick it in harder..."
Pushing off with his legs, Wufei went back until Zechs was almost outside of him again, before he drove back down, a hard, jolting push that sank down to the hilt. "Master! Feels so hot..."
The tall blond stretched back as far as he could, his arms held out straight, and pressed upwards just a bit more. Long, pale hair spilled over his back to the desk as he strained every muscle to press as far into Wufei as he could.
And for a moment - they were just muscles and groins, straining to press themselves against each other. And now, Zechs wrapped his arms, which were still cuffed to Wufei, around the younger man's back, essentially forcing Wufei's his arms in back of him. Then he pressed upwards and impaled Wufei once more.
Now he could rest his hands against his own bottom, which was fine with him as he bucked down-ward toward Zechs' hips. He didn't feel like he was flailing through the air anymore, which left him to concentrate more on the feel of his master deep inside him, claiming him as his again and again. "Branding me," he whimpered softly.
"Mmmn... yes indeed, delicious toy." As Zechs purr turned to a growl, he pushed himself away from the desk until he stood, arms wrapped around his pet, forcing Wufei's own arms back completely. Holding him steady and snapping lean hips back and forth, each forward movement a profoundly deep thrust. Then, with each press inward, he took a step towards the wall in front of him. Turning around with his back to it, he hissed to Wufei, "Brace your feet against the wall, pet... we're taking this deeper..."
Was that possible? Oh, but Wufei dearly hoped so, as he pressed against Zechs, drawing his legs up so that he could plant his feet firmly on the wall-paper. "Fuck me, Master," he pleaded.
"Oh, you'll be fucked so hard you'll feel it for days..." came the growled reply. Zechs hands tightened around Wufei, forcing his arms back a bit more and pushing up taut, pretty nipples that Zechs leaned over and sucked. Then the thrusting motion began to build again and hands were drawn upward so that Zechs supported Wufei's back, driving into him harder and deeper. "I want it, sweet fuckpet," Zechs panted. "Come on -give it up to me!"
"Master!" Wufei cried out, rapturous in his pleasure. "Oh, Master!" There was nothing in his mind but the rasp of the other man's mouth on him, the press and bang of hips against his bottom and the dragging fullness within him. "Oh, master," he whimpered. "Let me!"
Zechs dropped them both to the floor, pinning Wufei's wrists with his own cuffed ones, the Chinese man's feet still against the wall. Using his knees to brace him, he drove in harder and deeper, feeling Wufei's body give before him. "Come!" he ordered as he slammed into the younger man.
Wufei was exquisitely well trained. Seconds after hearing that firm order, he came, a shuddering spatter of thick seed against bare chests, as Wufei moaned 'Zechs'. His world fell apart to sparks of vision, flashes of over-whelming pleasure as he clamped down harder on Zechs.
The long-haired man groaned. "So obedient... so damned obedient..." The thought of how utterly Wufei always yielded to him, and the raspy touches the other man's orgasm brought about were enough for Zechs to allow himself his own release: intense, fiery, with the feeling he couldn't get deep enough into Wufei unless his pierced him completely through. "Mine!" he growled. "All mine!" More seed, more waves of pleasure, almost too intense to stand. "Mi~ine... and I'd *kill* any man who tried to fuck you... kill any man who even *touched* you!"
A dark corner of his mind mused that Treize had done both, so Zechs should kill... /You're petty, Wufei,/ the young man thought as he arched up to Zechs' impalement of him. The blonde man had always been fiercely protective of Wufei, more so than any other slave... "My master..."
Panting, Zechs pressed his forehead against Wufei's and nuzzled the line of his jaw. He let go of the other man's wrists and wound long, golden fingers around the Wufei's smaller ones, brushing his lips against the other's mouth. "Perfect again, Wufei... and ohhh.... how I've missed you..." His kiss, when it came, was slow and passionate.
"Will you miss me while you're on the trip?" he asked after letting his mouth be plundered thoroughly and giving some back. Zechs was still deep inside of him, and he was still bound, so happy to be his master's toy again, as he'd been for years and years.
"Every day," came Zechs's breathy reply. "You always know exactly what I want... exactly what to say..." He pulled back a bit and looked down at the lovely face of his pet. "You are the best thing my father ever did for me... and you will *always be my cherished pet... *always* be mine..."
"Thank you, master," Wufei smiled, eyes wet with joy at hearing those words -- pure possession, and a reassurance of all his hopes. /He still needs me./ It was lovely to be cuffed as he was then -- he was Zechs' pretty little puppet. His arms moved when Zechs's moved, his body when Zechs's did.
"Will you miss *me*, Wufei?" he murmured in the younger man's ear, nudging his cock a bit to remind Wufei that he was still impaled.
Wufei moaned softly, rocking a little onto that impalement. "Every minute, master... Every minute!"
"Mmm... keep yourself pure for me, Wufei," Zechs said, pressing kisses to the side of the other man's neck. "Untouched until I return..."
"Waiting for you, master," Wufei uttered with a sad little smile. "But... can I touch myself while you are away, master?"
Yes... that's acceptable..." Zechs had nuzzled his way down to Wufei's throat and he trailed his tongue up the length of it, ending at his chin where he bent forward and took another kiss. "So delicious, little one... I've always loved the taste of you..."
Hot lips pressed against him, just like the warm body so close to his... "I've always loved it when you taste me, Master. You're so passionate."
"Mmmm, and why shouldn't I be? Everything about you is exquisite." The blond closed his eyes and hummed with pleasure as he kissed and licked his way down Wufei's chest, then up the warm skin to his shoulders before burying his face in the pit of the other man's arm. Instantly his tongue was licking, lips kissing and deep inside of Wufei he could feel himself stir, like a sword in a sheath - a sword itching to conquer... A low groan escaped Zechs and he shuddered at the feeling of it - stiffening inside Wufei's heated passage. "Uhhhn... again!"
"Ohhhhhh!" The passage that had clamped comfortably about Zechs' softness was being filled again, stretched once more. Wufei flung his head, hair flying about as he moaned, "Oh, yes, Master, please... again."
Zechs found his way down to Wufei's nipples, not yet aroused and a soft caramel-brown color. He flicked his tongue of the very center of them, rasping at the sensitive skin, wanting to feel it stiffen under his ministrations. "Don't deny me your body, Wufei," he murmured, doing the same to the other nipple. "You master wants to feed..."
They were slowly stiffening with those rasps, but did so dramatically once Zechs spoke against them, the small brown nubs hardening dramatically. "Oh, Master... Eat me alive -- I'm all yours..."
Wufei's words made the long shaft inside him twitch violently and Zechs groaned as he bent his head to feast on the smaller man. With every suckle, it seemed, he grew harder, and his shaft seemed to pull his hips forward of its own accord. Reluctantly, he pulled away from the taut nubs to order, "Legs - over my shoulders *now*..." The he threw his arms apart, forcing Wufei's open along with them, and pounded his fists into the floor as he made his first thrust into the tender body beneath him.
Wufei's legs were half-way there when Zechs drove in, and he gave a scream of pure pleasure as raw nerves were triggered, black orbs nearly rolling back in his head. "Master! Ohhhh! YES!" What had he done to deserve being taken twice in a row by his lovely owner? Some god was smiling on him...
The feel of that heat encircling him, the way the tight body felt as it gave way before the thrusts of his cock, everything about what they were doing was beautifully, wantonly erotic, obscene even and Zechs knew he wouldn't last long. He fixed his gaze on Wufei, captured and held those eyes as he ravished the smaller man, once again feeling as if he could never touch deep enough, never cure the aching need between his legs. "Oh, God... Wufei!"
Onyx Orbs welled and pooled over with hot moisture, the moaning lips smiling as he bucked up to each of Zechs' thrusts. "M-ma~aster..." It wasn't going to last long at all, as the tight clench around him rippled, as Wufei teasingly worked his inner muscles.
Those fluttering muscles were enough to make the blond man incoherent with pleasure, eyes half-lidded as the stared down at the little man he owned - the little man who'd taken him into his body since he was a boy, and always provided him the utmost pleasure; the one who, as a lovely boy, made the last of Zechs's own boyhood bearable by soothing the insatiable hunger that had consumed him since puberty had come at 13.
After Wufei had been given to him, Zechs's hunger could be appeased anytime he wanted it to be, and he'd used his dark beauty so well, so often. There had been nights when he couldn't sleep, and he'd stumbled, aching and dripping, to Wufei's bed, and the slave would always smile sleepily and spread his legs to give Zechs access to his treasure. It sometimes took 3 or 4 times to get Zechs back to sleep and Wufei would welcome them all without a word of complaint.
The thought of those nights, that hunger, still so raw and aching, made Zechs lose track of where he was and what he was doing. Remembering the night they'd fucked in front of a group of appreciative older slaves sent him spiralling over the edge and he was groaning - filling Wufei until his own thrusts forced it back out of him.
Being filed to overflowing was something that had to be savored at least once to truly enjoy it -- to enjoy the knowledge that his master had used him so well that his body could barely take anymore. He'd been taking it from Zechs for nearly a decade, and happily, letting Zechs have sex when he wanted, and enjoying it just as much, if not more, than Zechs himself did. "My master," he whispered, voice choked,. "Ohhhhh..."
Zechs trailed his hand down in-between the two of then, bring Wufei's with it. He guided Wufei's hand to his own shaft, deliciously hard even before they touched it together. Bending his head again to suckle at the tender nipples, he moaned at the sound of the chains as Wufei's hand, covered with his, stroked the younger man's cock.
"Sweet master," Wufei whimpered softly as he had his fingers guided over his own erection. So erotic, to be masturbated while he still held Zechs' softness within his body. "I'll think of this when you're away, master..."
Zechs's words were breathed against Wufei's wet nipples. "As will I, delicious pet..." and he squeezed his hand around Wufei's just a bit harder...
Wufei's upper-body arched, but his lower jerked down, instinctually trying to suppress his orgasm. "You make me so happy, master!"
"Hmmm... *how* happy, pet? How badly do you want this...?"
"More than breathing, master," Wufei whispered truthfully.
"Then come for me, my sweet pet..."
There was barely anything there, but he did, a tremulous leaking of fluid that was more body wracking than the first had been. "Sweet Master!"
Zechs pressed his lips to Wufei's neck and closed his eyes. "Dear one... my beautiful, perfect pet..."
/I think... I love you, Master. But I was right -- Treize and I race for something that isn't there to win./ "I'll miss you so much, Master -- I hope you have a good, safe trip..." he smiled as he kissed Zechs' cheek, a tender brush. "Don't let him back-talk you, Master."
"Heero will see to the first concern, Wufei," Zechs said, smiling against the dark, silky hair, "and I will make sure Treize stays in line. I promise..."
"Thank you, Master..."
End of Chapter 25
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