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Chapter Fifteen: Ambush

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This story is dedicated to Lili for her kindness and her wonderful support. Thanks so much, my dear!

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A Matter of Good Sense

by Michalyn

Chapter Fifteen of Seventeen: Ambush

Warnings for this chapter: violence, gore

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Wufei’s eyes were closed as he kicked, rolled to the ground and bounced to his feet again. He was exhausted but he was aware of only two things: the dark tide of power flowing through him and Grandmother Long’s gravelly voice alternately coaxing and berating him into calling it forth with the unique divination techniques she had taught him. Wufei’s hand shot out, and power exploded from his palm.

The small crowd of onlookers gasped as shadows pooled and swirled around them. Wufei opened his eyes and saw the darkened sky and the shadows surging at his feet. He was both repulsed and fascinated by the black writhing mass and he could only imagine what Meiran’s clan members thought. Even the little girl, ever the spitfire looked spooked. No matter what anyone thought though, they were sworn to secrecy by Grandmother Long and her word was law. Wufei’s secret was safe.

Wufei had been coming to the Dragon Clan’s camp after his training sessions with Meiran. Every day his control over his powers grew. Yet, Wufei was all too aware of how much further he still had to go. His power no longer completely overwhelmed him as it had the first time, but its potential for destruction was still far too great for Wufei’s comfort. It was a continual struggle to manage the dark tentacles and even the smallest break in his concentration could mean the difference between a safe practice session and someone being seriously hurt, something Duo knew all too well. He accompanied Wufei to the camp but always hung well back once Wufei started training.

Today, Wufei was not going to let his concentration waver. Despite the exhaustion weakening his limbs, he manipulated the shadows, testing their reach and speed then carefully drew them back to him. The wind stilled and the gloom lifted. All was normal again.

“That was amazing, Prince Wufei. No matter how many times I see it I can’t believe it,” Duo whistled, sauntering over. He handed Wufei a waterskin.

“Thanks.” Wufei threw his head back and took a long swig. When he was done he poured a little water on his neck and chest. The cool trickle soothed him and Wufei sighed. His muscles ached. All he needed now was a nice long bath and if he was lucky a massage from Treize. Wufei surprised himself as soon as the thought escaped him. Had he grown so used to Treize’s touch already? Only a few moons ago he dreaded it, now it seemed that after night after night in Treize’s bed he had come to expect it, and yes, Wufei admitted to himself, to welcome it as well.

While Wufei was contemplating this, Grandmother Long grasped his elbow. “Prince Wufei, I need a word with you. Will you join me in my tent?”

“Ah, of course.” Wufei pulled on his tunic and followed the woman he had come to see as his teacher as much as Shinsen O. He ducked into the tent, leaving Duo waiting outside. The four Shenlong warriors who followed Wufei from Eires were prowling the camp, making sure the area was secure.

“Please, have a seat, Prince Wufei.” Grandmother Long waved a gnarled hand at the cushions piled on the floor. The old woman was brusque and Wufei knew many in both Eires and Rossetti would find her manner to him disrespectful but Wufei understood that her lack of reverence was not rudeness. The Dragon Clan were a proud people and as nomads they stood firmly by their stance that they owed allegiance to no Lord. Wufei had no problem with a clan with a strong spirit.

“Your concentration is much better,” Grandmother long observed. “You are not of our people but truly you have the gift. I have also noticed a change in Meiran. She is more focused because of your training. I’ve seen the biggest improvement in her temper which can only be a good thing. Our people thank you.” The old woman bowed.

“I am humbled,” Wufei murmured. “I do not know what I would have done without your guidance and as for Meiran, I have enjoyed teaching her. She will be a force to be reckoned with one day.”

“If she is not now,” Grandmother Long laughed.

“Indeed.” Wufei chuckled.

The old woman was quiet and Wufei sensed she was holding something back. It was odd for her not be forthcoming and Wufei grew uneasy. “Forgive me for asking this, but is everything all right? Meiran is not in danger is she?”

“You are perceptive as always, Prince Wufei. No, Meiran is not in danger but there is another matter I wish to speak with you of.”

“I would like to think that you consider me a friend of the Dragon Clan. If there is some way I may be of assistance please tell me.”

Grandmother Long approached Wufei. Her eyes pierced him. “There is something you can do. Our clan is leaving Rossetti in nine days and I would like to invite you to come with us.”

“What?” Wufei felt like the breath had been knocked out of his lungs. They were leaving? What of Meiran’s training? What of his? Once again he was losing his footing just when he thought he had found it. Wufei clenched his fists. Why, why, why? Why was it always like this?

How would he ever master his power with the Dragon Clan gone? He had also grown attached to Meiran and was busy laying out plans for the first Shenlong school in Rossetti with the feisty princess as his best student. He would revive the old ways-reinvigorate the teachings of the Lotus Manual. Now it would never happen. Most of all, here among others who looked like him and shared similar powers to him, Wufei did not feel like the alien thing he grew up believing he was. He did fit somewhere and there were others like him. Now it was all coming crashing down and Wufei did not understand why.

Wufei knew Meiran and her clan would have to leave eventually, but after speaking with the matriarchs he had found out that they usually stayed in one place for one to two years and then moved on. It was not nearly enough time for Wufei’s dreams to become reality but it was certainly much more time than this. Wufei could only shake his head in confusion.

“Why? I don’t understand. You have only been in Rossetti for a short time. Why must you leave now?”

“Our most important moon cycle is beginning and we must be closer to the tides before it reaches its height. If you accompanied us, it would be a wonderful time for you to test your powers as well.”

“Accompanied you? That’s impossible. I…”

“Is it? We can give you a home. We understand your powers and Meiran adores you. You would only grow stronger among our people and if in time you chose a mate among us, we would welcome it. You asked me to train you because you were unhappy here. You told me you were stifled in a marriage with a man who only saw you as an instrument. Has that changed?”

Had Treize truly changed? Wufei looked away. “Yes … no … it’s different now,” he muttered.

Grandmother Long stared at him. “I see.”

“I’m sorry. I just cannot-”

“No,” Grandmother Long interrupted him. “Do not give me your answer now. Our caravans will be waiting at the South Gate in nine days. We will leave at first light. If you are not there, that will be my answer.”

ooooooooooooo

Treize had another headache. Groaning, he rubbed his temples. It seemed he suffered one of these almost daily. He could not figure out why and he was considering summoning the healer. He had never been sickly so it was unusual for him to have such a persistent pain.

“Emperor Rossetti, is everything all right? Are the plans for the new marketplace to your liking?” The worried voice of Rossetti’s top engineer broke through Treize’s thoughts.

Treize blinked and smoothed the parchment out in front of him. Perhaps he needed some rest. “Yes. I like the layout and the positioning of the stalls but I want a bridge built here so our neighbors in Carnaby may easily come to trade their pottery.” Treize traced his finger over the parchment, indicating the areas he meant.

The engineer nodded and together he and Treize finished detailing the plans for the marketplace and settled on a cost for labor and materials. Once they were finished, the engineer excused himself and Treize retired to the royal suite. Shrugging out of his clothes, he reclined on the bed and closed his eyes but his head was throbbing so badly he could not sleep. Even the slightest movement seemed to trigger an intense stabbing pain in his skull. A wave of nausea roiled through Treize and his stomach lurched. He hobbled to the bathing chamber, barely making it to the latrine before vomiting.

“Fuck.” Treize panted as he leaned against the cool marble seat. Something was very wrong. For long minutes Treize could not move, but the headache gradually eased enough for him to not feel like he was about to lose the contents of his stomach at any moment. Treize rinsed out his mouth and dragged himself back to the bed, too weak to even call for a servant. He lay absolutely still under the covers, wishing for a cool dark place to disappear into. At last, he fell into a fitful sleep.

Treize did not know how long he had slept when he was awakened by the sound of Wufei entering the room.

“Treize? Why are you in bed?” His husband came over and peered at him.

“My head feels like it’s about to explode,” Treize groaned.

“Another headache?” Wufei frowned. “Have you called the healer?”

“No, I didn’t have the energy. Just thinking hurt.” Treize turned on his side to look at Wufei. Seeing his husband always brightened his day but Treize was amazed at how much better he seemed to feel as soon as Wufei entered the room. Maybe these headaches were caused by stress after all. Perhaps he needed a break.

“Well, do you want me to call the healer or make you something?”

“Make something?”

“Yes some tea may help. It’s an Eirean recipe Trowa taught me.”

“If you think it will work, by all means. I’d much rather be tended to by you than by the healer.”

“I’m not surprised but he will do you more good than I.”

“I doubt it.”

“Hmph.” Wufei rose and gathered the ingredients for the tea. Occasionally, he would glance back at the bed to see how Treize was doing. The older man was swathed in the bedclothes and looked rather ptiful with them drawn up to his chin. It was so unusual that Wufei could not help chuckling to himself. As Wufei cradled Treize’s head and brought the steaming cup to his lips he was thinking Treize looked rather adorable like this. Wufei did not even realize he was smiling until Treize shot him a curious look.

“Why didn’t you tell me this was all I had to do to get you to be nice to me?” he joked.

“Hush,” Wufei scolded him, color rising in his cheeks.

Treize grinned then winced. Then it was Wufei’s turn to laugh.

“Serves you right. Now here, drink this.” Wufei cradled Treize’s head and held the cup to his husband’s lips.

“Mm.”

“It will take a little while for that to take effect, so you’d better stay put.”

“I wouldn’t think of going anywhere,” Treize murmured, bringing Wufei’s hand to his lips. “Thank you for tending to me.”

“It is nothing.”

“Will you stay with me?”

“For a little while, yes.”

“No. Forever.” Treize looked up at Wufei in all seriousness. His expression was completely open, vulnerable.

Wufei’s heart skipped a beat.”Treize…”

“I know. You don’t have to say anything. I understand that with everything that’s happened it takes time.” Treize looked away. “I hope to Gods I still have time to earn your affection, Wufei.”

Wufei opened his mouth; closed it again. How could he express what was within him? His feelings for Treize were so complicated. Too complicated. Yet, for the first time Wufei thought that maybe, just maybe he wanted to stay. In just a few days his father’s messenger would be waiting for Wufei’s command. Wufei did not want war with Rossetti. He would tell his father to send the troops back. Rossetti was not his home but he would try to make it so. As for the Dragon Clan … staying would be painful but Wufei was starting to believe it was the right thing to do.

Wufei turned Treize’s face toward him. He leaned forward and captured his husband’s lips. This imperfect, stubborn man was not what he wished for but perhaps he could make it so as well.

ooooooooooooo

Treize awoke with Wufei in his arms. They were naked but had not made love. After bathing together they had tumbled into bed. Treize looked at Wufei’s relaxed face and wondered if his husband was finally softening toward him. He wanted to think so but was afraid to even hope t might be true.

Wufei mumbled and smiling, Treize stroked his hair. He would be happy to wake like this every morning. On top of that his headache was gone. Already he could tell the day was off to a better start.

Sunlight streamed in through the curtains and Wufei awoke. He rubbed his eyes. “Mm?”

“Good morning, Kala.”

“Good morning.”

Treize was delighted when Wufei did not pull away and instead shifted to a more comfortable position against him. “Did you sleep well?”

“Yes. What time is it?” Wufei eyed the sun through the window. “I must have been more tired than I thought.”

“You have been working hard. The treaty with Carnaby has taken a great deal of your time.”

“I guess that’s true.” Wufei yawned.

“I don’t know if I have said it before but I really appreciate your work on the treaty. The text was meticulous. Truthfully, Rossetti’s negotiators have a lot to learn from you.”

“I am just doing my job,” Wufei said gruffly.

“And you do it magnificently.”

Wufei made a noncomittal sound, uncomfortable as ever with praise and Treize was once again amazed at the tangle of contradictions the younger man was. Wufei was headstrong and proud and yet curiously humble about his most significant accomplishments. It reminded Treize of how much he still had to learn about his husband. And he wanted to learn everything-the bitter and the sweet-for Wufei would not be who he was without them.

Treize caressed Wufei’s back. He is so lovely, he thought. Everything I wanted and even more. And then, with sudden clarity: I’m falling in love with him. No, I Iove him.

The realization was so startling that Treize felt like the wind had been knocked out of him but once he thought it he could not deny his feelings. He had been with many men and they were all special in different ways but not once had Treize ever felt anything close to love for any of those men. Lust, yes; companionship, occasionally-but never love. All this time Treize was convinced it did not exist, just like the magic that surrounded everything in Eires. It did exist and Treize knew now without a doubt that he loved Wufei.

When Treize lifted his head he discovered that Wufei was looking at him with a very odd expression. His cheeks were flushed and his eyes were round.

“What is it, Wufei?”

“You…you said you loved me.” The words were almost gasped out.

“I…” Had he said that aloud? Treize flushed. Well there was no going back now. “Yes, I do. I never thought I would say these words to anyone but I love you, Wufei.”

Wufei struggled visibly to respond. Treize understood.

“Kala, I know this is a shock. I’m shocked myself,” Treize laughed. “You don’t need to respond. I would be the happiest man in the world if you loved me but that takes time and with the mistakes I have made it may never happen at all. For now accept my love, Wufei. I won’t ask for a thing in exchange. Just know that I love you and I’m here for you if you need me and even if you don’t. Is that all right?”

Wufei ducked his head. He nodded.

“Thank you.” Treize was relieved. He did not know what he would have done if Wufei had immediately shut him down, or worse, shut him out again.

Treize caught the end of Wufei’s braid and brushed it across the back of his hand. He tugged off the bit of twine holding it in place and the entire mass of hair unraveled in his hands, falling in dark silken waves over Wufei’s shoulders.

Wufei made an irritated sound between his teeth. “Treize, it’s going to get all tangled like that.”

“I’ll comb it for you.” Treize reached for the wooden comb. He pulled Wufei into a sitting position and began dragging the comb through the younger man’s hair. He pulled it through carefully, loosening any tangles. Wufei sighed as Treize worked from his scalp down to the hair pooled at his waist and back again and the older man could not help smirking to himself. Wufei was sensitive to even these simplest pleasures.

“What are you smiling at?” Wufei was looking at Treize in the mirror on the opposite wall.

“Oh nothing.” Treize grinned.

“Hmph.” Wufei let it drop as Treize’s fingers brushed the nape of his neck. A breathy sound escaped him and he shivered.

Treize kept moving the comb even after Wufei’s hair was perfectly smooth. He was as mesmerized by the hypnotic motion of the comb as Wufei was by his touch. Goosebumps had broken out over the younger man’s skin and he was making a soft sound of pleasure. Treize did not stop. He admired the dark sheen of Wufei’s hair, amazed at the play of light on the silken strands. The shadows seemed almost alive and Treize had to blink once or twice to shake the impression that they were moving. He wished he could reach for the brush but Wufei was so relaxed against him that he did not want to disturb him or the quiet rhythm of the comb in his hands.

“It’s closer to me. I’ll get it.”

Treize jumped. “Pardon?”

“The brush. Didn’t you want it?”

Treize froze. He knew he had not said that aloud. “I did but how did you know?”

“What do you mean how did I know? You said it just now.”

“No I didn’t.”

“Treize are you trying to be funny?” Wufei looked at Treize over his shoulder.

“I’m not joking. Somehow you knew what I was thinking before I said it. In fact, I think the same thing happened when I realized I loved you. I was positive I had not confessed to it but you said I did. Now I do not think so.”

Even to Treize’s ears what he was saying sounded ridiculous. He struggled to come up with a rational explanation but could not. Was he going crazy? Maybe this was some bizarre side effect of the headaches he kept having. Treize frowned. Come to think of it, those started not long after Wufei moved to Rossetti. Treize stared at Wufei in a mixture of fascination and revulsion. “Is this somehow related to … your magic?

“My magic? I can’t read minds Treize.”

“Then how do you explain it?”

“I’m not trying to explain it. You’re the one convinced I can hear your thoughts.”

“I know how it sounds but there isn’t any other explanation.”

“Why would I want to read your thoughts? I have enough trouble with my own. Trust me, I would know if I was telepathic.”

“How?”

“Because my power isn’t… ” Wufei began and then stopped. “Because I just know.”

Treize’s eyes narrowed in suspicion. “What exactly is your power, Wufei? Quatre tried to explain it but I didn’t understand it then and I surely don’t understand it now.”

“Look, Treize you had some really bad headaches in the last few days. We should call the healer.”

“I don’t have a headache now. I’m thinking more clearly than I have in weeks.”

“You call this thinking clearly?”

“Yes.”

Wufei made a frustrated sound. “It’s absolutely pointless to argue about this.”

“Then just tell me what your power is.”

“It’s not-”

“Why?”

“I am not telepathic, Treize. Just leave it at that.”

“Wufei…”

“I said no!” Wufei’s voice was agitated, panicked.

“You can’t hide something as important as this from me, Wufei. It’s not right. I love you but we can’t keep on like this. We need to start communicating better. We need to start trusting each other.”

Wufei opened his mouth to say something but he turned away, pressing his lips into a grim line. “I’m not telepathic,” was all he could say dejectedly.

Treize touched Wufei’s shoulder. “Then tell me what you are.”

Treize watched the rigid line of Wufei’s back. Wufei’s head turned slowly toward him and Treize gasped.

“What the fuck?”

Wufei’s eyes were glowing silver and the soft silky strands Treize had been brushing just a moment ago were alive, writhing around Wufei’s head like a thousand serpents. While they had been talking, the room had darkened. Treize looked at the foot of the bed and recoiled in horror. Streams of shadows were scurrying across the floor, all heading unerringly toward the bed. They licked up the bed post to gather around Wufei so that he was surrounded by a wriggling writhing mass.

Treize slammed back against the headboard. “Wh…what the hell is this?”

“You want to see my power?” Wufei hissed.

“I-”

“You want to see my power?” Wufei repeated. His voice was thin, unearthly. He lifted his hand.

Then the world went black.

ooooooooooooo

“What by the gods was that?” Treize panted. He was flattened against the pillows, his arms raised defensively.

Wufei raised his palm again. The shadows stilled. There was a moment of resistance before they retreated and Wufei withdrew the black cocoon around them. “You asked what my power was. That’s it.” Wufei did not bother to wait for Treize to push him away. He rose from the bed.

Treize grabbed his arm. “Wait, where are you going?”

“Treize, I know what you’re going to say: it’s frightening, disgusting, freakish even. Don’t bother. I already know.”

“Wufei, I’m shocked … and yes, alarmed but I’m not going to say any of those things. Why did you tell me nothing about this before? Have you had this … ability … since Eires?”

Wufei shook his head.

“Then when?”

“It started not long after we arrived in Rossetti. I could not control it but I have been training. It’s easier now.”

“Training? With whom?”

“Meiran’s clan. There are many similarities between me and her people. They are water diviners and have developed some techniques that are surprisingly effective at controlling the shadows. When I first met Grandmother Long, their clan leader she offered to train me in exchange for my teaching Meiran the Shenlong techniques,” Wufei explained. He was careful not to mention that they were leaving Rossetti soon and wanted him to come with them. Wufei still needed more time to think that over himself.

“The Dragon Clan,” Treize murmured thoughtfully. “So this is where you have been spending most of your evenings?”

“Yes.”

“And you think their techniques are helping?”

“Immensely. I don’t know what I would have done, otherwise.”

“Then I am grateful to them.” Treize covered Wufei’s hand with his own. “Does anyone else know about this?”

“Yes, Duo and my Shenlong Guard. Duo … I almost hurt him when I first discovered my power.” Wufei’s voice was full of regret as he told Treize about that chaotic afternoon. “I don’t know what I would have done if he had been seriously injured but thankfully he is all right. He always accompanies me to the Dragon Clan’s camp. ” Wufei looked up at Treize. “Treize, I am sorry I kept this from you but I did not know how to explain it when I could barely understand it myself. Most of this also happened while we were … estranged.”

“Thank you for telling me. I suppose this is as scary for you as it is for me. Scarier since it’s happening to you.”

Wufei nodded.

“Did Quatre know this is what your power would be?”

“No, his visions are not that specific. I think he had a general sense but I doubt he could have guessed this.”

“Hmm. And you’re sure telepathy has no link to your ability to manipulate shadows?”

“Treize!” Wufei made an exasperated sound. “You need to stop with this telepathy thing. I am not reading your mind or anyone else’s, okay?”

“All right, all right,” Treize laughed, though he still did not appear quite convinced. He became serious.

“No more secrets?” Treize opened his arms to Wufei.

Wufei slipped into Treize’s arms and closed his eyes as his husband folded him against his chest. He thought of Grandmother Long’s invitation and of his father’s messenger waiting for summons of war. Just two more little secrets, Wufei thought to himself as he burrowed closer to Treize. Then everything would be all right.

ooooooooooooo

Treize was going crazy.

He had to be if Wufei was right and his shadow abilities had nothing to do with reading minds. They were in the imperial dining room and Wufei was slightly turned away from him as he reached for one of dishes. Treize watched in fascination as he focused his thoughts on asking Wufei to pass him the roast and his husband turned and offered him the tray with a smile.

“Thank you, Kala,” Treize murmured.

He could not count how many times it had happened in the past two days. Treize was as baffled by it as by the sudden disappearance of his headaches. Whenever he tried to mention it to Wufei, the younger man grew irritated but Treize was starting to think it was because he was going about this the wrong way. Maybe this ability had nothing to do with Wufei and everything to do with him. Treize kept remembering a conversation with Trowa long forgotten until now.

What kind of gifted are you?”

“Me?”

“You must be,” Trowa insisted, “to be Wufei’s mate.”

“Every land has its gifted, though they might be called by something else. Sometimes they have no name at all but they live nonetheless.” Trowa’s gaze pinned Treize in place. “Perhaps Wufei is not the only one guilty of denying his gifts.”

Somehow Treize’s connection with Wufei must have awakened something in him. He always had an uncanny ability to communicate with others. He was known for his charisma. Perhaps this was an extension of something he only thought of as a talent before. Now he realized there might be more to it than that. The one thing he was sure of was that all of this was linked to Wufei. No matter how hard he tried to send his thoughts to others it did not work. The only one he shared the connection with was his husband. It had to be another facet of their bond. There was no other way Treize could explain what was happening to him.

Now he just had to get Wufei to see it too.

When they finished eating Treize took Wufei’s hand. “Kala, I’d like to talk.”

Wufei looked up in surprise. “Oh? About what?”

Treize glanced at the servants who were silently clearing the dishes away. “Not here. Shall we go up?”

“All right,” Wufei agreed.

“Don’t worry, Kala, it’s nothing terrible. At least I don’t think it is.”

“You really know how to reassure a man don’t you?”

“I try,” Treize chuckled.

Once they got to the royal suite Wufei sat on one of the large pillows at the foot of the bed . He pulled his legs under him. “So? What do you want to talk about?”

“Now before you dismiss it hear me out. I’ve been accusing you of reading my mind. Well I was wrong. I’ve been communicating with you.”

“Communicating with me how?” Wufei already sounded wary. “Is this about an argument we had in the past?”

“No, not like that. Here, I’ll show you.” Treize placed his hands on Wufei’s shoulders. “Now watch to see if my lips move.”

Can you hear me?

“Yes, ” Wufei gasped. “How … how did you do that?” A look of panic crossed his features. “Can you read my thoughts?”

“No, I can’t. I can only send my thoughts to you. I knew I wasn’t imagining you could hear me but it took me some time to figure out what was happening and why.”

“But how? Were you keeping this hidden all this time? Why did you not say something before?” Wufei demanded.

“I did not say anything because I couldn’t. This only started a few days ago but since we returned from Eires I kept getting these terrible headaches and I could not understand why. I never guessed they were linked to you.”

“I thought you just said this had nothing to do with me.”

“It has everything to do with you, Wufei. You awakened this in me. Your brother and Trowa mentioned it long ago in Eires but I did not understand it then. I doubted anything related to magick. I doubted our bond, but not anymore.”

“Treize, are you sure about this? I know it’s crazy for me of all people to be questioning this but … you’re not from Eires. I’ve seen all kinds of abilities among Eireans but not here.”

“Wufei, Trowa told me that you were gifted and to be your mate, I must be gifted too. At the time I thought his words were laughable. How could I believe him when I’d never noticed anything special about myself? Besides, you were ill at the time and Quatre was convinced I was to blame for awakening your powers. The last thing on my mind was figuring out some cryptic message about my ‘gift’.” Treize grapsed Wufei’s hand. “Your brother was sure my gift would reveal itself in time and so it has.”

Wufei was quiet as he mulled this over. He did not speak for so long that Treize grew worried. “Kala?”

“Do it again.”

“What?”

“Do it again. I need to make sure it wasn’t a fluke.”

“All right.” Treize pulled Wufei into his lap and held him close.

I love you, Wufei.

Wufei closed his eyes and rested his head against Treize’s chest. So much for things getting less complicated between them.

ooooooooooooo

“We should go out.”

“We should? Where?”

“How about a picnic?” Treize suggested over the sheaf of papers he was rifling through. He and Wufei were in the library, reviewing some legal documents.

Wufei removed his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose. After four hours of reading he was ready for a break but today especially he did not want to stray too far from the palace. He was anxious about meeting his father’s spy, and afraid Treize would find out. Wufei knew it was wrong to keep this from his husband but things were so peaceful between them that he did not want to upset Treize by revealing the depth of his father’s anger. He would meet Magreth and turn him away with Treize none the wiser. Then they could focus on building a future together.

“Kala?”

“Hmm? All right, but I need to be back at the palace no later than 3 o’ clock. I received word that an old colleague from Eires will be passing through Rossetti on his way to Lysath.” It was a lie, but it was as close to the truth as Wufei could get.

“Oh? Then we should invite him to dinner.”

“No, no that won’t be necessary,” Wufei said quickly. “He’s not a close friend and will just be stopping briefly to restock his caravan in Rossetti.”

“If that is what you wish,” Treize said, sounding confused by Wufei’s sudden lack of hospitality, especially to a fellow Eirean.

Wufei prayed he would letter the matter drop. He did not want anymore lies between them and inwardly breathed a sigh of relief when Treize nodded.

“Then we shall have you back by three. I’ll tell the kitchen to prepare us something special.”

“Okay, I’ll tell Duo and prepare my Shenlong Guard. Is Heero still busy with his investigation?”

“I’m sure he is but even if he were not I’d not have him accompany us.”

“What? Why?”

“Don’t you tire of constantly being followed? We’ll be gone a mere hour, a bit longer at most. We’ll be back before anyone misses us.”

“Treize, I’m not sure that’s a good idea. We should be cautious, especially with this situation with the Northern Kingdom.”

“Forget Duo. Leave the Shenlong guard. We’ll be fine. Think of it as an adventure.” Treize kissed Wufei’s fingers. “Do you really want an audience while we’re making love under the sun?”

“I didn’t realize I’d promised any lovemaking.” Wufei’s voice was wry.

“I’d hoped you could be persuaded.”

“Hmph.” An uneasy feeling settled in the pit of Wufei’s stomach but he squelched it. “I suppose it will be fine.”

“Of course it will.” Treize captured Wufei’s lips. “I’ll go prepare the horses.”

ooooooooooooo

“You have jam on your chin.”

“Where?” Wufei rubbed his face. He and Treize had just finished their picnic and now, thoroughly satisfied, they lazed in the sun. The glen they had chosen was cool, green and secluded enough for lovers wishing to remain out of sight.

“Here, let me.” Treize leaned over to wipe off the offending smudge. He licked his fingers then captured Wufei’s lips, which to him were far sweeter.

His husband returned the kiss, shyly at first then with increasing pressure. Treize groaned in encouragement, his arms tightening around Wufei. How much more precious Wufei’s passion was when it flowed from him freely. Even a few weeks ago Treize could never have hoped for something like this. Knowing that Wufei wanted him without fear or anger made Treize desire the extraordinary man in his arms even more.

Wufei moaned as Treize trailed kisses along his jawline and down his throat. Treize pressed the younger man closer and he could feel the unmistakeable ridge of Wufei’s desire. Treize could not believe his husband was so aroused after just a few kisses.

“Gods, Wufei, you’re burning me alive.”

Treize cradled Wufei’s head and began lowering him to the blanket. All he could think about was caressing every inch of Wufei’s body and making the younger man call out his name. But before he could even get to his mission, Wufei pushed firmly at his shoulders.

“No,” he gasped.

“But I thought-” Treize was stunned when Wufei wriggled from his grasp and pushed him down instead. The younger man straddled him, his cock pressing against Treize’s. It took all of Treize’s willpower not to thrust upward. “Kala?” he croaked.

“Let me,” Wufei murmured, his hands skimming along Treize’s sides. He kissed Treize’s chest, then began moving down his body.

“Wufei, what are you doing?” Treize could barely get the words out as Wufei’s dark head moved ever closer to his groin. Every muscle in his body thrummed with tension. Wufei wasn’t… His shy husband couldn’t be contemplating what Treize thought he was.

Wufei looked up, his expression a mix of desire and uncertainty. “You don’t want me to?” he asked, sounding deflated.

Didn’t want him to? Treize stifled a groan. There were no words to describe the depths of his want. “Wufei, I want. Oh gods how I want., but only if it’s what you truly desire. Don’t feel pressured to do anything you’re not ready for.”

“No, I want to do this for you. You always pay so much attention to me that I hardly know what you like.” Wufei’s voice was husky. As he spoke, he undid Treize’s breeches and slipped his hand inside.

Treize’s hips rose from the blanket as Wufei’s fingers closed around his engorged cock. “Fuck!”

Wufei had released him and was eying his cock like it was a wondrous new toy. Treize could see that his breath was coming fast and he was flushed. “You… you’re very hard.”

“Yes. Do you like that?”

“Mm.” Wufei nodded. His pink tongue stole out to lick the very tip of Treize.

Treize’s entire body shuddered. “Ungh … Kala, where did you learn this?”

“From you.” Wufei smiled and returned to Treize’s cock.

Treize could not think anymore when Wufei started bobbing his head. Certainly, Wufei had not learned that devilish flick of his tongue from him. Wufei was cupping and massaging Treize’s balls, caressing him with an instinct that made Treize shout his name. To Treize, it seemed that Wufei only had to touch and his body gave up all its secrets one by one. He could not catch his breath. Not with the way Wufei was expertly working him over, suckling the very tip of him then moving down to trace the thick vein on the underside of his cock. Treize buried his fingers in Wufei’s hair. They clenched before he forced himself to relax. He did not want to startle Wufei by pumping into his mouth. He was large and he knew the wrong move could turn Wufei off.

Well, he need not have worried. When Wufei took the entire length of him in, it was over. Treize shouted and spurted into his lover’s waiting mouth.

Surprised, Wufei choked a little but he quickly recovered. He swallowed then catlike, licked his lips and his fingers. Just watching him was almost enough to make Treize hard again.

“Gods,” he groaned.

“Did you like that?” Wufei asked huskily.

“I did. That was amazing, Kala. Thank you.”

“Treize, I…”

Treize saw the hunger in Wufei’s expression and fire raced through him. “Do you want me, sweet Wufei?”

“Yes,” Wufei whispered.

Treize was so happy he could shout. “Oh, Kala. You are so beautiful. I want to make love to you but not here. Not after what you just did. I don’t want to rush this. Let’s go back to the castle, you can see your friend off and then I’ll make love to you all afternoon and into the night. I’ll give you so much pleasure you’ll never want to leave the bed. Unless of course, you absolutely can’t wait, in which case I’d be more than happy to satisy you right now.” Treize grinned.

“No, I think I can manage,” Wufei chuckled.

“Good.” Treize tilted Wufei’s face up and kissed him tenderly. “I love you. Should we head back?”

“Well isn’t this cozy.”

“Treize!” Wufei said sharply. Seven men were approaching the grove. All were armed.

Treize spun, instinctively shielding Wufei behind him. His husband was no delicate flower of course, and hidden by the folds of their cloaks, Wufei stuck his dagger into Treize’s belt. The smaller man was armed but Treize’s sword lay discarded on the blanket. Treize inwardly cursed his foolishness. He was grateful for Wufei’s quick thinking but it was a meager defense against the men confronting them now.

“What do you want?” Treize demanded.

“Oh, I think you know, Emperor. Your brother would like a word.” A warrior with midnight black armor sneered at them. He was flanked on either side by the three other men but it was his sword which made Treize’s blood run cold. It was as black as his armor and both seemed to gleam in cruel contrast to his pale hair. There was only one man who carried that sword and his depravity was legend.

Alexei the killer.

The warrior’s torture methods were so sick that it was rumored he was not human. Even Treize could not have guessed his brother’s hatred ran this deep.

Behind him, Treize, Wufei was tense and the older man knew he too had recognized Alexei.

Wufei, we’re going to have to fight. Do you think you can reach my sword? Treize was never more grateful for his new ability as he communicated silently with his husband.

Wufei squeezed his hand once, indicating his agreement. He was so brave and Treize’s heart was breaking. They would be lucky to get out of this alive and it was all his fault.

On my count, okay?

One.

Two.

Three!

The world seemed to contract as Treize ripped the dagger from his belt. From the corner of his eye, he saw Wufei duck and roll toward the blanket. Faster than Treize could think, Wufei had tossed him his sword and was bouncing to his feet. He remembered being amazed at Wufei’s speed, and feeling such pride at the fierceness of his spirit.

Then, chaos fell.

ooooooooooooo

Wufei plunged his sword into the warrior’s neck and blood sprayed, splattering him in the face. The man gurgled and slumped to the ground, but Wufei barely looked back as he stepped over him. All he could think of was helping Treize. The remaining warriors were all circling his husband. Six to one? What kind of curs were they? Was Mueller really that desperate to kill his brother?

Alexei was bearing down on Treize and the Emperor would normally have held his own if not for the other men on his periphery. None had yet attacked, but it was enough. With Treize unable to give his full attention to the dark knight, Wufei knew it was only a matter of time before Treize faltered. He could not let that happen.

“Come here, you cowards!” Wufei vaulted into the air and took down two of the soldiers with a powerful kick. While they struggled to find their bearings, Wufei quickly dispatched another warrior. To his left, he could see the other two were already struggling to rise.

Wufei lifted his sword and confronted the men who were on their feet again. The larger of the two swung viciously at Wufei but there were advantages to being smaller. Wufei was fast and his low center of gravity made him light on his feet. He easily dodged the brute, spun and jabbed him between the ribs. The warrior crumpled to the ground and his partner’s features twisted in shock and rage.

“You little freak!” He lunged but Wufei sidestepped him. The man’s anger gave him a beserker’s strength but he was still no match for Wufei. Soon, he met the same fate as his comrade.

“Fuck.” Wufei was panting. He was covered in gore and the smell of blood was sharp in his nostrils. He had evened the battlefield somewhat but he was also tiring. He was alert but moving more slowly now that his initial burst of adrenaline was beginning to fade.

Across the glen, the air vibrated with the clanging of metal as Treize and Alexei dueled. They were both sweating and each was covered in nicks and cuts but neither had been able to land a definitive blow. And still there was one man zealously tracking them, hovering near Treize as though meaning to join at any second .

Wait, one? Wufei looked around frantically. He counted the bodies in the grass. One … two … four… Wufei swore.

One of the men had disappeared.

Just as Wufei tried to locate the missing warrior, the man who had been hovering near Treize jabbed at him. Treize managed to dodge and turn, but that split second was all Alexei needed to wrest the upper hand. He kicked Treize squarely in the abdomen, knocking him to the ground. The Emperor’s sword sword flew out of his hand and landed at the enemy warrior’s feet.

Alexei’s lips curled. “Oh, I’m going to have fun playing with you.” He spat on Treize. “I wonder how your little prince will feel about all that lovemaking you promised when you’re only half a man.” Alexei lifted his sword high, black blade glinting in the sunlight.

“No!” Wufei screamed. He was running but it was like moving through molasses. He knew he would never make it in time.

Nononono! Fear clawed at Wufei’s throat, releasing something inside of him. The shadows shot from Wufei’s palms, dagger sharp and deadly. Alexei did not even have time to blink before his head was ripped from his neck and thumped to the ground. His underling was speared right through the heart.

Wufei was as stunned as he was sick with relief. He hurried to Treize who was soaked in blood. Suddenly, another kind of fear gripped Wufei as he thought the shadows might have hurt Treize too due to his inability to control them. Wufei patted along Treize’s body. “Are you all right? I didn’t hurt you did I?”

“No, I’m not hurt,” Treize gasped. “A little amazed and a little unnerved by what just happened, but I’m fine. Kala, you saved my life.”

“Thank the gods.” Wufei flung his arms around Treize. “For a moment I thought-”

“Wufei, look out!”

“What-?”

Treize pushed Wufei to the side, covering him with his body. Too late, Wufei saw the missing warrior. He ran toward them and with a scream lunged forward. The blade connected, lodging in Treize’s side. Already the warmth of blood was seeping through Wufei’s own tunic.

“No,” he whispered, horrified. “No!”

Wufei’s cry was one of utter desperation as he sprang to his feet. The sound was so primal that even the warrior seemed stunned. He tried to flee but Wufei was upon him faster than he could draw breath. He cried out as Wufei’s sword plunged into him over and over and over again. But it could not undo what had been done.

Tears clouded Wufei’s vision as he returned to Treize, but he forced them back, reminding himself that he was their strength now. He needed to stay focused. His husband had managed to turn over and was clutching his side. Pain was stamped into every line of his body. “Treize … can you speak?” Wufei croaked.

“Yes…” Treize hissed. He coughed, and his lips shone wet with blood.

Wufei trembled. He began ripping large swaths from his tunic. “I have to pull out the sword, Treize. It would be better to leave it in until a healer gets to you but we don’t have time. We need to get out of here now. ”

Wufei grasped the hilt of the sword. “Are you ready?”

Treize nodded.

“All right.” Wufei paused to kiss Treize. Then, he yanked the sword out.

The older man’s scream of agony rent the air. Treize was wan and panting as Wufei tightly bound his side, but to the older man’s credit, he did not pass out.

“I’m sorry … I’m sorry,” Wufei whispered.

The ground beneath them was vibrating, faintly at first and then more strongly with each passing second.

Wufei could hear it, he knew Treize could hear it and they both knew what it meant:

Mueller’s army was coming.

“Can you ride?” Wufei could barely get the words out.

“You know I can’t,” Treize coughed.

The tears Wufei had been fighting so hard to suppress broke free and rolled down his cheeks. Treize’s large thumb traced and captured them.

“I never thought I’d see you cry over me. Should have thought of this a long time ago,” he joked feebly.

“We have to get you out of here,” Wufei insisted stubbornly.

“How?”

“If we can just get to Nataku…”

“Kala, you know that won’t work.”

“I refuse to just leave you here! We have to try. Put your arm around my neck.” Wufei bent and wrapped his arm around Treize’s chest.

Grimacing, Treize leaned on Wufei and allowed himself to be hoisted up. Torturous minutes passed as Wufei dragged Treize across the glen but the older man was heavy and his weight threatened to topple them both. Worse, no matter how Wufei tried to summon the shadows in the hopes of using them to assist him, they would not come forth. He could have screamed his frustration. Why didn’t he know how to control them yet?

On the horizon, tiny dots of men were speckling the hill. If they left now they could make it back to Rossetti before the army reached the plain but Wufei had only managed to drag Treize a few paces forward.

“Kala, leave me. You must go on ahead.”

“You are Rossetti! He has won if he has you!”

“Do you think it would do Rossetti any good to get us both captured?” Treize demanded. “I know Mueller. He won’t kill me. Not until he’s extracted whatever he wants from Rossetti and what he wants most of all is power. He can’t have that without you.”

“I don’t understand.”

“In a way we’ve alrady won. My brother doesn’t want me. He wants you and the power that comes with Eires. That is why those men all targeted me. They were ordered to kill me and bring you back alive.”

“But you’ll be killed!”

Treize forced a wry grin “Don’t worry, I won’t be defeated that easily.” He sobered. “Besides, we have time. I know my brother. He is too twisted to give me a quick death.”

Wufei was horrified. “Treize…”

“I trust you Wufei. if anyone can get us out of this, you can.”

Wufei clenched his fists. He hesitated.

“Kala, go!”

Damn it! Why did this have to happen? “Don’t you dare die on me,” Wufei choked. “I’m coming back for you, no matter what.”

Treize’s smile was tender. “I’m counting on it.”

Beneath them, the ground rumbled with the portent of war. Wufei lingered to give his husband one last look before he turned and sprinted through the glade. He vaulted onto Nataku and rode as if his life depended on it.

And it did.

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The Pleasure of His Company

admin — Tue, 26 May 2009 02:10:30 +0000

I don’t own Treize or Wufei. Thanks so much to Diane and Devchic for the beta.

For Maria, who reminded me why I love this couple so much.

The Pleasure of His Company
By Michalyn
Pairing: 13×5
Rating: MA

“Love?”

“Hmm?” Wufei looked up from where he was sitting cross-legged on the bed. He was fresh out of the shower and was drying his hair.

“What do you think? The gold tie or the silver for the charity auction?” Treize asked.

Wufei studied the two options. “Aren’t both of those a little too formal? Where’s the blue one I bought you for Christmas?”

Treize rubbed his chin. He returned to the walk-in closet and emerged shortly with the pale blue tie Wufei had described. He held it up against the suit he was going to wear. “I think you might be right.”

“Of course I’m right,” Wufei teased.

“See how well you look after me? Always wanting your husband to look his best.” Treize cooed as he took the towel from Wufei and began drying the soft dark locks himself. Wufei’s hair had grown considerably since his days as a pilot and it now flowed past his shoulders. Treize sank his fingers into the silky mass as he tilted Wufei’s face up for a kiss.

“Mmm…” Wufei moaned into Treize’s mouth. He cupped his husband’s face. “You’re going to be late.”

“All right.” Treize sighed but even as he was agreeing with Wufei his hands had slipped inside the terry robe and his thumbs found Wufei’s nipples. He rubbed the little buds until they hardened beneath his touch.

Wufei shivered. “Treize, we’ll do this when you get back.” he moaned. He slid his hands across Treize’s back, savoring the breadth and strength of his husband’s shoulders.

“I don’t think I can wait until this evening.”

“You’ll have to. I’m meeting Duo for lunch, remember?”

“I thought I was having you for lunch.”

“No, but I might be open to dinner.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” Treize rumbled as he bent to give Wufei one last kiss before hurrying down the stairs.

Wufei sighed and flopped back on the bed. He felt warm and full of yearning for Treize. He was happy—truly and simply happy. It almost embarrassed Wufei, this feeling of bliss. Treize was so good to him, so generous with his love that Wufei was heady with it. He’d never imagined marriage could be like this.

Wufei sighed again as he remembered the way they had made love this morning. He always thought of himself as independent and reserved but with Treize all his inhibitions melted away. Even more than that, Wufei was still surprised at how much he enjoyed Treize’s pampering. Before marriage, Wufei had most been proud of the fact that he was a solitary creature who could take care of himself. Yet in Treize’s arms he didn’t feel weak or dependent; he only felt loved and secure. To this day Wufei couldn’t make sense of it.

Still deep in thought, Wufei finally rolled out of bed and dressed. He was just bending to tie his shoelaces when his cell phone rang.

“Duo,” Wufei answered without bothering to check the caller ID.

“Hey man,” Duo’s muffled voice sounded frazzled. It was almost completely drowned out by the sounds of traffic in the background.

“Where are you? Is everything all right?”

“No … Fei I’m really sorry but I gotta cancel on lunch. I’m heading to the store. A rush order for three wedding cakes just came in and I have take care of it.”

Duo had surprised them all by going into the cake decorating business after leaving Preventers. Everyone knew he had a sweet tooth but no one anticipated his going to culinary school and emerging as one of the best pastry chefs in the country. He’d invested much of his Preventers’ severance pay and even more sweat equity into his dream and in a few years Pas de Deux was thriving.

“I see. Well I suppose it can’t be helped. We’ll just have to reschedule.” Wufei told his best friend.

“Yeah, I’m really sorry man. Lunch is on me next time.”

“It better be,” Wufei quipped and Duo laughed.

“Okay, I’m off. Talk to you later?”

Wufei agreed and let Duo tend to his emergency.

It was business; Wufei understood, yet he could not help feeling disappointed. He had taken a week of much-needed vacation after a grueling research conference and he would be back at the university come Monday. Duo would not be available over the weekend because of some previous engagements with Heero and Treize would be gone until the evening. Today was a beautiful sunny Friday and it seemed Wufei would spend it alone.

Wufei kicked off his shoes and padded downstairs to the living room. He turned on the television, hoping something would catch his interest. Eventually he settled on his favorite cooking show. He loved being in the kitchen but unlike Duo, did not have the courage or the desire to pursue it as a career. It was quaint but Wufei was pleased just cooking for Treize. His husband was such a sensual creature that the knowledge he could prepare something Treize enjoyed was enough for Wufei.

Wufei suddenly had an idea. Since his schedule was now open why not prepare a special evening for him and Treize? Wufei was usually on the receiving end of such treats and he could just imagine Treize’s face when he walked in and discovered the meal. Furthermore, what better recipe to try than the one he was watching right now? Wufei grabbed a pen and paper to scribble the ingredients for the slow-roasted lamb shoulder with almond-mint pesto[1]. It was accompanied by roasted radishes and a creamy potato puree. He just needed the perfect wine to complement it and he would be set. Ingredient list tucked safely in his back pocket, Wufei grabbed his keys and headed out.

Wufei pulled out of the driveway and turned onto the street. Putting on his sunglasses, he sped down the stretch. The sun was shining and a mild breeze was blowing, gently stirring the trees. On days like this, the sleek BMW convertible [2], which had been an extravagant birthday gift from Treize made all the sense in the world. It was so gorgeous out that Wufei decided to drive to the larger organic market across town instead of the supermarket he usually went to.

Wufei was not completely convinced that the market was as “green” as it claimed to be but eating healthily was important to him and coming from L5 where so much of their air and water had been compromised, he knew how important it was not to take nature for granted. Of course, things were a bit pricier but he and Treize were lucky enough to have the means to afford it.

It took Wufei a little over an hour to get everything he needed, mostly because his eyes kept wandering to all the things he had forgotten to put on his list. By the time he was ready to checkout, his basket was full and he had grabbed a vibrant bouquet of tulips to adorn the dinner table.

Wufei finished paying then made his last stop of the day at a small wine shoppe not far from home. Maurice, the sommelier, as always greeted Wufei with a smile. He was an attractive man, his dark wavy hair streaked with distinguished gray at the temples. The older man was witty and funny and he was Wufei’s unofficial French conversation partner. Wufei and Treize had visited the French Riviera last year and Wufei had picked up a little French which Maurice was determined for him not to lose.

“Oh, Monsieur Chang-Khushrenada. Ça va?”

“Bonjour, Maurice. Ça va bien. Et toi?” [3]

They chatted pleasantly and Wufei was proud he only stumbled once or twice as he searched for the right word. It was just after two o’ clock when he chose a full-bodied pinot noir and said his goodbyes to Maurice. If he returned home now he would have enough to time to cook, tidy up and shower.

Once back at the house, Wufei set to work. He was feeling a little ambitious so he decided to make a warm strawberry crumb cake for dessert. It was a simple dish but time intensive because the strawberry center took over an hour to bake. He would prepare that first then move onto the lamb recipe which he’d modified to cut down on the cooking time.

A few hours later, the lamb was sizzling in the oven and the cake was a spongy gooey treat. Wufei set the table then dropped the tulips into a china vase at its center. He found some leftover candles from an old dinner party and added them as a finishing touch. With that last flourish Wufei pulled back to survey his handiwork. He decided he liked it.

Treize would be arriving home in half an hour, giving Wufei just enough time to get ready. Between running errands and standing in front of the stove for most of the afternoon, Wufei was eager for a shower. There was one more thing he needed to do though. Upstairs in the bedroom, Wufei changed the sheets and set aside the lube and a few other … accoutrements for the evening (just in case). After his shower, Wufei pulled on a soft pair of trousers and a shirt that Treize liked. He left his hair loose because Treize liked that too.

His husband would be coming shortly and Wufei felt a little flutter of excitement in the pit of his stomach. He was just lighting the candles when Treize’s key turned in the lock.

Treize walked in, took one look at the table and another at Wufei and something happened which had never occurred in the short time they had been married.

Treize was speechless.

Wufei supposed he should have been proud but never one for lavish displays of affection, he was suddenly overcome with shyness. From the meal, to the flowers, to his outfit to the bedroom upstairs (which Treize thankfully hadn’t seen yet) he realized he had exposed too much of himself–too much of his love, his vulnerability to Treize and the shy romantic within him that he always strove so hard to keep hidden.

Wufei ducked his head. He didn’t have Treize’s natural charm to sweep his lover off his feet and he worried that his efforts seemed too earnest, too gauche and too obviously planned. When Treize didn’t say anything, the heat of embarrassment climbed in Wufei’s cheeks.

“Sorry, I’ll clean this up,” he mumbled as he pushed past Treize.

At least he would have if Treize hadn’t grabbed his wrist.

“Where are you going?”

“I…” What could Wufei say? He stared at his feet.

“How can you not share this wonderful dinner with me?”

“I’m just … embarrassed,” Wufei admitted, finally. “I overdid it.”

“Overdid it?” Treize asked incredulously. “Love, this is beautiful, touching and more than I ever imagined.” Wufei’s husband bent and cupped his face up to him. “I know how much you love me. I know what you’re thinking but I am not surprised. You have never hidden this tenderness from me. I have always seen it, always known it was there. I am just happy that you embraced it for yourself.”

“No…” Wufei started denying it but stopped. He could not fool Treize.

“Not only is this entire meal magnificent ,you look beautiful, my love.” Treize sank his fingers into Wufei’s hair and kissed him until a slow fire burned in Wufei’s veins.

“Treize….” Wufei was breathless.

“You’re right. We should stop for now. The food is ready. I’ll have plenty of time to unwrap you afterwards.”

“Unwrap?” Wufei pretended to huff.

Treize grinned. “Of course.”

Wufei smiled. “Shall we?”

They sat down to eat and soon Wufei’s cheeks were flushed from both the wine and the pleasure of his husband’s company. Treize laughed with him and teased him. He praised the meal and savored each morsel as though Wufei was the finest chef in the world. Then there were the softer more intimate compliments about Wufei’s beauty and other things that Wufei could not repeat, even to himself. All in all, he was happy. Wufei pillowed his hand on his cheek with a sigh. Here he had set out to pamper Treize and yet he was the one tingling with desire.

“What was that sigh for?”

“Hm? Nothing.”

“I think I like seeing you so dreamy-eyed,” Treize mused.

“I’m not dreamy-eyed,” Wufei grumbled, but without heat. He was admiring his husband’s burnished hair in the candlelight and the sensuous bow of his mouth. A faint shadow of stubble darkened Treize’s jaw giving him a rough sexy look. It always amused Wufei that Treize spent so much time expounding Wufei’s attractiveness when he was clearly the more beautiful of the two of them.

“If you keep watching me like that, I won’t be satisfied with just this meal,” Treize murmured huskily. He set down his fork and dabbed his mouth with his napkin.

“Well…” Wufei lifted his eyes upward to indicate their bedroom.

“Oh, don’t tell me you have a surprise upstairs for me as well?”

“Yes.” Wufei ducked his head shyly. He took Treize’s hand and led him up the stairs. His nervousness returned as they reached the second floor landing. Wufei thought of the scented candles, the new linens and the soft music awaiting them beyond the threshold. He had even decorated the bathroom in their master suite. Treize had never seen the plush dark bathroom rug or the new towels as Wufei had bought them on sale and had been saving them for a special occasion. Wufei closed his eyes. He really had overdone it this time. Pausing to take a deep breath, Wufei finally turned the knob.

Treize stepped forward and gasped. “Love….”

Wufei leaned on tiptoe and placed a finger against Treize’s lips. “I know. Don’t say anything,” he whispered.

“You are far too modest.” Treize rumbled as he pulled Wufei against his body. “I can’t believe you went to all this trouble and I’m going to show you just how much I appreciate it.”

Wufei was sure Treize could feel his heart pounding as the older man slowly unbuttoned Wufei’s shirt. Treize slipped it off his shoulders and did not waste any time dropping to his knees in front of Wufei to work on his pants. He tugged them down, guiding Wufei to step out of them. Treize held him up with a strong hand about his hips. He lingered at Wufei’s briefs, tracing his fingers over the elastic waistband, drawing out the moment until Wufei’s breathing grew harsh and his erection strained against the soft cotton in anticipation. Only then did his husband relent and free him from the confines of the tight material.

“Nn!” Wufei whimpered as his cock sprang free. Treize immediately took him in hand, stroking and caressing his sensitive flesh. It was all Wufei could do to not come apart then and there and he cried out. “Treize, if you keep doing that, I won’t be able to last at all.”

“I know.” Treize rubbed his cheek against Wufei’s thigh. He did not stop his intimate caresses. “I don’t want you to last tonight. I want to watch you as you come apart in my hands.”

God. Not only was Treize touching him but the dark timbre of his voice turned Wufei’s knees to water. He actually stumbled, causing Treize to laugh and gather him up in his arms.

“I guess I’m already halfway there.”

“You don’t have to be so smug, you know,” Wufei mumbled, wrapping his arms around Treize’s neck.

“Of course, but if I weren’t you wouldn’t love me as much,” Treize teased.

“Hmph.” Wufei relaxed against Treize, expecting his husband to carry him over to the bed, but instead Treize pulled him in the opposite direction toward the armchair where Wufei usually did his morning reading. Treize set Wufei on the soft cushions and the younger man was even more confused when his husband ducked out of the room only to return with the free standing mirror from the guest bedroom.

“What on earth are you doing?”

“You’ll see.”

And see he did when Treize set the mirror down in front of him. Wufei flushed. “Treize … this is a little….”

“A lot I hope,” Treize purred, pulling Wufei onto his lap. He kissed Wufei’s neck. Treize inhaled Wufei’s scent, nuzzling the delicate skin at his nape. Wufei was already trembling and a moan burst from him.

“Mm….” Wufei squirmed in Treize’s lap.

Treize made a rumbling sound at Wufei’s response. His kisses deepened and his fingers began a slow circling of Wufei’s nipples, shaping them into rigid points.

Wufei gasped and his entire body jerked as sensation shot to his groin. He was embarrassingly sensitive here and Treize of course took great delight in that. Wufei made a noise that was halfway between a whine and a moan. His hands covered Treize’s though he couldn’t bring himself to push them away. “Treize, please,” Wufei mewled.

“Yes, I know, my darling. Look at how beautiful you are in the mirror.” While Treize spoke he delicately plucked those sweet buds.

Wufei glanced in the mirror and saw himself writhing in Treize’s lap. His cock was thick and swollen and his chest was bowed outwards as he tried to absorb his husband’s teasing. He looked completely wanton and it was made worse by the fact that he was naked while Treize was still dressed. Squeezing his eyes shut, Wufei moaned. “Oh god.”

“Exactly,” Treize purred.

Wufei could feel the hard ridge of Treize’s erection pressed against his ass. He knew the pleasure his husband could give him and heat bloomed and burst within Wufei. He wanted Treize, ached for him.

Their eyes met in the mirror. Just that look of promise in Treize’s deep blue gaze was enough to set Wufei’s heart racing. As they watched, he hardened further. His cock lengthened, spilling more pre-come. A more explicit display of lust could not have been possible and they both groaned.

Wufei whimpered and covered himself. “No more, Treize. I need you. Bed now, please.”

“Yes more. Always more, my love.” Treize’s voice was rough with suppressed need. Clearly he had no plans yet of fulfilling Wufei’s request. He was stroking Wufei, his fingers lingering over the crown of his cock. Treize rubbed the slit, spreading the slickness there under and around the sensitive head and Wufei jerked violently in his arms. Every caress drew a cry from him and the sounds of his desire, hoarse and desperate filled the room.

“Ah …Treize!” Wufei begged. Yet, still his husband wasn’t satisfied.

Treize spread his thighs and with Wufei sitting on his lap, the movement forced the younger man’s open as well. He hooked Wufei’s legs over the arms of the chair, exposing the puckered entrance to his body. A hungry sound bubbled from Treize’s throat as he watched Wufei in the mirror.

Seeing himself so exposed Wufei was scandalized, embarrassed and unbearably excited all at once. He was already overwhelmed with Treize touching his cock, and now this? He could no longer think. All he knew was that his need for Treize was a fire burning through his body and he would do anything to quench it. Wufei spasmed helplessly, his hips moving as though Treize were inside of him.

“Do you need me, my darling?” Treize whispered. His eyes were fixed to the erotic display in the mirror. He circled Wufei’s entrance. “Do you need me here?”

“Yes,” Wufei whined.

“And you shall have me. I want to be inside of you. I can’t wait to feel your sleek body around me.” As he spoke, Treize was squirting the lube onto his palm.

Wufei shivered in anticipation.

Treize’s fingers delved into him, stretching and caressing him with each slick glide of his fingers. In…out…slow … hot … deep: Treize knew just what would set Wufei ablaze and he reached for his sweet spot every time.

Probe … thrust …press….

Wufei’s head was spinning. Tremors shook his body and sweat broke out on his skin. He felt owned, cherished—completely branded by Treize. Who else could touch him like this? Who else could call forth all the secrets of his body one by one?

“Nn … ah!” Wufei stretched and arched, reaching behind him to wrap his arms around Treize’s neck. He barely had a chance to adjust before he felt the broad head of Treize’s cock pressing at his entrance. He rocked back and Treize slid into him in one long slow movement. Wufei shouted. His hips undulated and soon they were locked together in a scorching rhythm.

“Love…” Wufei began but his words disintegrated into a moan. Treize had gripped his cock and was stroking him again. Any remaining coherent thoughts Wufei might have had in that moment fled. All he knew was the heat of Treize’s cock filling him and a pleasure so intense it took his breath away.

The musky scent of sex permeated the air and their harsh breaths echoed in the room. Wufei moved in counterpoint to Treize’s thrusts, answering with sinuous movements of his own. Finally, however, he was overcome and he orgasmed. His cock spurted, splattering semen onto the mirror.

“Yes, that’s it.” Treize growled tilting Wufei’s head back and kissing him fiercely.

Wufei writhed as his husband’s heavy thrusts continued. He clung to Treize, seeking an anchor as wave after wave of pleasure flooded over him. He wasn’t aware of the way he was moving his hips or of the sweet clenching of his muscles around Treize’s cock.

“Wufei … so tight!” Treize stiffened, his fingers digging into Wufei’s hips. He gave a few last jerky thrusts then his warmth was flooding inside of Wufei.

Wufei gave a shaky cry and slumped against Treize.

When they had both finally caught their breaths, Treize carried Wufei over to the bed where they spooned together. He was trailing soft kisses across Wufei’s shoulders and back–kisses filled with a tenderness and reverence that made Wufei’s heart turn over.

“Sweetheart, that was amazing.”

“Mm?” Wufei turned in Treize’s arms, burrowing closer to his chest.

“I love you. You’re so beautiful.” Treize kissed the top of Wufei’s head with a little chuckle. “And here I was thinking we’d order a pizza and eat in front of the television. This is far far better. What inspired it?”

“I just wanted to do something special for you,” Wufei mumbled.

“I am grateful and very touched. It’s not often that I’m so spoiled.”

“I know. That’s why I wanted to do this.” Wufei suddenly made a dismayed sound.

“What is it?”

“I’m sorry; I got so caught up in everything I never asked how the charity event went. Did you raise a lot of money?”

Treize waved it off. “Darling, trust me, the only thing I was thinking of once I saw the dinner was how much I wanted to make love to you.”

“Still…you’ve been looking forward to this all year. It was important.”

Treize laughed. “You are adorable. Do you want me to act affronted? All right; I’m hurt … appalled … flabbergasted by your behavior.” Treize placed a burning line of kisses down Wufei’s neck. “And yes, we did make a lot of money. The auction was a big success.”

“Good.”

Treize grinned and rolled on top of Wufei. “I think this calls for a celebration don’t you?”

“Oh?”

“Most definitely. A stellar auction, lovely dinner and an even lovelier man in my bed—the only thing that could improve this situation is some more lovemaking. Much more lovemaking in fact.” Treize languidly thrust his hips against Wufei. “Mr. Chang-Khushrenada, would you honor me with the pleasure of your company for the rest of the evening?”

Wufei smiled and cupped Treize’s face between his palms. He kissed his husband softly.

“Yes.”

End

Notes

[1] Wufei’s recipe is from the April 2009 issue of food and wine magazine

[2] Wufei drives a BMW Z4 Roadster. Lucky isn’t he?

[3]

Maurice: “Oh, Mr. Chang-Khushrenada, how are you?”

Wufei: “Hi, Maurice. I’m okay and you?”

Chapter Fourteen: Passion

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This story is dedicated to Lili for her kindness and her wonderful support. Thanks so much, my dear!

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A Matter of Good Sense
by Michalyn
Chapter Fourteen: Passion

Notes: I’m sorry this chapter took so long. The past few months have been some of the hardest I’ve had in a long time. I’ve been quite sick and I just couldn’t find the energy or inspiration to write. Still, I have been looking forward to this chapter for a long while so I hope you’ll forgive me if it’s a little indulgent.

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Though they were more than halfway through autumn, the day was unseasonably warm. Treize wiped the sweat inching down his forehead with the corner of his sleeve. The cloak he’d worn earlier this morning was rolled into a tight bundle in front of him, rendered useless by the heat. Treize had just returned from his daily rounds and a sparring session with Heero. Tired, with the afternoon sun beating down on him and a half hour ride still between him and the palace, Treize was not eager to spend more time in the blistering heat. He was not the only one suffering; a lather of sweat foamed Porphyro’s flanks.

Treize veered off the path towards the shaded watering hole he knew was nearby to give the horse a drink. He dismounted, and as he moved to tether Porphyro to a tree, Treize suddenly realized he was not alone. There, on the eastern bank was Wufei’s own horse and beside it, the small familiar figure of Treize’s husband. Wufei had tossed his tunic onto the grass and he was bare-chested. He was left in loose trousers belted at the waist with a thick band of cloth. Just like Treize, it seemed Wufei had sought refuge from the heat and had abandoned the scorching palace courtyard where he usually practiced for the shade of the trees. He moved now in a series of lightning fast moves, which took Treize’s breath away.

Wufei struck out viciously at his invisible opponent. In the same fluid motion he spun off the ground in a roundhouse kick before landing and rapidly repeating a number of specialized jabs. Sweat poured down his back, forehead and chest, making his skin gleam with moisture but Wufei persisted, driving his body to the very limits of endurance and beyond. His braid slapped against his skin with each movement and dark silky wisps escaped his hair tie, clinging to his face in wet tendrils.

Treize’s only experience with Wufei’s training had not been a pleasant one and apart from the knowledge that it made his husband a dangerous man to contend with, he did not know much about the discipline the younger man so revered. He was not sure what he thought Wufei’s exercises entailed, but he had not anticipated such an exquisite display of skill and grace. Wufei’s movements were intricate and as rhythmic as a dancer’s. Treize found them beautiful. He watched transfixed, retreating to the shadows, lest he interrupt the choreography, or worse, chase his husband away.

Treize did not know how long he stood there, straining to catch every movement but Wufei finally stilled. The younger man was breathing heavily and he paused to take a drink from the water skin hanging from his saddle. Treize had hung back to avoid disturbing Wufei, but now that his husband was done, he was wary of giving him any more reason to mistrust him and he stepped forward to announce his presence.

He did not get very far.

On his side of the lake, completely unaware of Treize, Wufei was loosening his hair. He took off his shoes then his hands went to his belt.

Treize gasped as Wufei’s pants dropped around his ankles. His mouth went dry as Wufei unwound his loincloth and set it aside. All of Treize’s pent up desire from the past few weeks flared to life and he was instantly hard. He trembled, seized by a sudden fever. He knew he should turn away and leave but after being unable to even touch Wufei, seeing him like this was too much.

Wufei was even more beautiful than he remembered. His muscles were sleek and taut, his buttocks perfectly round and tight. The dark fall of his hair stirred in the sluggish breeze, caressing Wufei’s body just as Treize wished he could. When Wufei entered the lake, the water brushing up to his thighs, Treize couldn’t help looking there, following the ascent of the water to Wufei’s genitals.

Stifling a groan, Treize stepped out into the clearing. He was only a man, a man with human desires and his need for Wufei was a fire burning in his veins. It was not so much lust as a primal hunger to be with the man who filled his every waking thought and haunted his dreams. Was it so wrong to want to hold him? Treize did not think. He simply removed his own clothes and entered the lake.

For a moment, everything was still as Wufei bathed himself, leaning back to dip his hair in the water, but Treize’s splashing alerted him and he spun around.

“Treize! What are you doing here?” he growled.

” The same thing as you, I’d wager. It was hot so I stopped to give Porphyro a drink. I didn’t expect to find you here.”

Wufei flushed, crossing his arms in front of himself. He was obviously self-conscious and had put a marked distance between himself and Treize. He also sank lower in the water. “I’ll be out of here shortly,” he insisted, yet made no move to leave.

Treize guessed his dilemma and for the first time he was grateful for his husband’s shyness. Wufei would not willingly bathe with him, but getting out would mean exposing himself to Treize, which was even more intolerable from Wufei’s perspective. From Treize’s perspective, it meant a little more time with his husband, even though he might not be able to touch him. Treize swam closer.

“Don’t leave on my account. It’s beautiful out here and the lake is big enough for both of us, don’t you think?”

Wufei nodded stiffly and Treize sighed, his passion fading as he was confronted with the extent of his husband’s distaste for him.

“Relax, Kala. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.”

Wufei swallowed; his jaw clenched for a moment. Finally, he said: “Where were you coming from when you stopped here? Have there been any new leads on the attack that occurred a few weeks ago?”

Treize was speechless for a moment. Wufei was actually making idle conversation with him? A warm feeling spread inside of him, inspired by the spark of hope burning in his breast.

“Ah,” he stammered, “I was training with Heero. As for the attack, unfortunately we’ve made no progress. We know it’s Mueller, but we’ve got nothing concrete we can use against him. That means all we can do is strengthen our defense. Right now, Heero and Lord Maxwell have been working with the soldiers to accomplish that. I visited the armory today and I can already see the improvements in the men’s techniques. Truth be told, I’m surprised at how well Yuy and Maxwell work together. An unlikely pair if I ever saw one, but they seem to have become friends.”

“Well, they are both fighting men and Duo was not born into the nobility. He has always preferred the company of soldiers to the court. They’re different but they may have more in common than meets the eye.”

“Yes, I suppose you’re quite right.” Treize cupped a handful of water and let it spill through his fingers. The droplets plopped into the water, creating a wave of intersecting ripples. “You seem to know Lord Maxwell very well,” he murmured, without looking up.

Wufei nodded, twisting the hank of his hair over his shoulder and squeezing the water from it. “I guess you could say we grew up together though we were never close as children. For a long time he was just one of the many orphans sold to the army, but he was skilled and quickly caught the attention of the captains. The courtiers noticed him too, but for a different reason altogether.” Wufei looked up. “Duo had stuck mostly to the soldiers quarters before that, but afterwards he became a familiar face around the palace as he was involved in one affair after another. I … I never thought of it until now but I don’t know how many of those were willing,” Wufei murmured, a frown darkening his brow.

Treize could just imagine. An orphaned boy did not have any power against a nobleman who set his eyes upon him, especially not when that nobleman could make or break his career at a single word. He turned to Wufei. “And now? Are you and he good friends?”

A rare smile played about Wufei’s lips. “Yes … yes I think we have become that,” he said softly.

“Is that so?” Something twisted inside of Treize. That smile said it all. He had guessed but had not wanted to believe that Wufei’s affections might belong to another. Was it already too late for them? Treize remembered the yearning he’d seen in Wufei’s face after they’d eaten dinner. That was not a look of a man in love with his rival, he told himself fiercely. He did not care how many noblemen Maxwell had bedded. Treize was not going to allow him to steal Wufei away from him. He would do whatever it took to make sure of that.

While Treize was lost in his musings, Wufei squeezed the excess water from his hair. “Well, I better go. I still need to review the minutes of this week’s council meeting,” he said.

“All right.” Treize was disappointed but he did not let it show. He turned away, allowing Wufei to exit without any awkwardness. Treize heard the younger man pause. Wufei murmured a soft “thank you” and then there was the splashing of the water as he headed towards the bank. Treize waited until he thought his husband was dressed before turning around once more so he could also leave the lake.

Wufei was already climbing onto his mount by the time Treize pulled on his clothes and the older man was surprised when Wufei did not ride away but instead waited for Treize to untether Porphyro.

“Should we ride back together?” he asked gruffly.

Treize’s eyebrows shot to his hairline. He leapt onto Porphyro in one smooth movement, his heart bursting with emotion. He wanted to tell Wufei that he would follow him to Eires and back if he asked him to but he didn’t. Instead, Treize rode up to Wufei with a smile. “Lead the way.”

Wufei nodded. He touched his heels to Nataku’s flank and led them out into the sunlight together.

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Later that evening, Treize found Wufei in the garden. In the weeks since their dinner together, it seemed his husband had begun spending more time outside, frequently taking his evening meals there as well. Sometimes Maxwell would join him, but most times Wufei was alone. He never visted during the day. It was only when night had fallen that he could be seen sitting amongst the flowers. Treize often watched him from the study window and though they were apart, the sight of Wufei wandering beneath his window gave Treize a sense of quiet companionship that was missing from their daily interactions.

Treize was still surprised at how much Wufei enjoyed Rossettian evenings. Even with all of Quatre’s talk about Wufei’s affinity for night, Treize could not imagine that anyone raised under Eires’ twin suns would be comfortable in darkness, and yet, Wufei sought it out like a long lost friend. Sometimes, when Treize looked up from his papers, he would find that he’d completely lost sight of him, for Wufei lingered where the shadows were deepest and he took shelter under the darkest eaves. It gave Treize pause. He didn’t trust magick but he had already accepted that he could not ignore it. If Wufei was indeed a child of darkness, what must it have been like to be born in a place that automatically denied such an essential part of himself? His husband was still a mystery to him, but every night Wufei spent in the garden gave Treize a little more insight into at least one part of his lover’s pain.

Tonight, though, Treize wasn’t content to watch. Something in the air called to him; or maybe it was just the memory of the lake which pushed him forward. Whatever it was, Treize found himself abandoning his papers (he could not concentrate anyway) and going downstairs. A little twilight gray still lingered in the sky so Wufei had not ventured far. He was sitting on one of the marble benches that dotted the well-manicured lawns. Treize was always hesitant to approach since he could not count on being welcomed. Right then Wufei looked so deep in thought that he began questioning whether he’d been too rash in deciding to disturb him. Treize was still hovering on the verge of indecision when Wufei turned his way.

“Treize?” He didn’t appear annoyed, merely puzzled.

Treize stepped forward. “Ah … well … my apologies for interrupting. I just thought… I saw you outside and it occurred to me how beautiful it was out here. I thought I would come to enjoy it a bit.” Treize cleared his throat and stammered. His last sentence was left hanging like a question. To his own ears he sounded foolish and uncertain. Had he really been reduced to such clumsiness? He could charm any man it seemed except the one who mattered. Treize was still berating himself and had already prepared himself for a rebuff when Wufei blinked and shrugged.

“Oh,” he murmured.

He didn’t make room for Treize on the bench beside him but he did not turn him away either. Treize decided to take his chances. “May I sit?” he asked quietly.

Wufei scooted over. Now that he was close, Treize could see that despite his cloak Wufei was shivering. It had cooled down since the afternoon but not nearly enough to be chilly. At least Treize did not think so. Whatever he felt though, he did not want Wufei to be uncomfortable.

“Kala, you are cold. Why don’t you go in? I’ll order some tea.”

Wufei waved him off. “No, it’ll pass.”

“But surely there is no point in freezing. I’ll have a blanket brought out at least. You can…”

“Treize, I’m not cold. It happens every night and every night it passes. I don’t want to go inside. Being out here helps.”

Treize’s lips parted in confusion, but then he noticed Wufei’s hands gripping the edge of the bench. They were white-knuckled with strain. Treize finally understood. He touched Wufei’s forehead and cursed. The younger man was burning up.

“Oh, Wufei,” he sighed. Why do you do this to yourself? Treize wanted to ask, but they’d traveled that road too many times before. He knew it would do no good. Instead he murmured, “You said every night. You mean you’ve gone through this every night since we … since we took separate beds?”

Wufei hesitated. Finally, he shrugged again.

Treize closed his eyes. “And you come here because…? I’ve seen you many times through the library window.”

Wufei seemed surprised at that. Treize hadn’t meant to spy and he hoped his husband was not angry.

Wufei was staring across the lawn. His face was hard to read in the shadows but there was an unmistakable weariness about him that spoke of how much the daily cycle of these episodes had taken out of him. “I come here because I have to. Because the darkness is the only thing that seems to help.”

“To help?”

“The pain,” Wufei said dully. He stood. “I should go.”

“No, wait!” Treize grabbed Wufei’s wrist and the smaller man visibly flinched. Treize dropped him as he had been burned.

“I’m sorry, does my touch also cause you pain?” Treize ground out, devastated. What hope was there for reconciliation when he could not even hold Wufei in his arms?

Wufei’s fists were clenched, his shoulders hunched as though shielding himself for a blow.

“Your touch … does not pain me,” he gritted. “But it makes it much more difficult afterwards so please, just don’t…. I have been trained all my life to deal with pain but every technique requires consistency. I cannot keep swinging from one extreme to the other. And with this it is not only the contrast that makes it difficult, the pain itself worsens after we cross paths—even through the most careless touch—only to break apart again.” Wufei shuddered. “I can’t anymore. I just can’t.”

Treize frowned, trying to make sense of this. “Contrast? But I….” he trailed off.

Treize didn’t need to finish. He suddenly got it. He understood with such clarity that it took his breath away. Heat burned through him and Treize was the one trembling.

“Are you saying…” he began hoarsely, “Are you saying that being apart from me causes you pain … and that even the smallest touch from me brings you pleasure?” Treize stood. “Is that the contrast you’re talking about? Is that why it is so painful for you when we run away from each other? Why you suffer like this every night?”

Treize thought of all the times he’d cornered Wufei, and tried to woo him with little touches and the simple nearness of his body. No wonder Wufei had bolted. Every mistrustful encounter between them magnified his suffering. Treize stared at Wufei, looking for the truth of his words. His husband’s eyes were wide with exposure and panic. Everything in his body language said he was ready to bolt yet again.

“No! Don’t run, Wufei please. I won’t do anything to hurt you again. I swear my life on it. You don’t believe me? I will get on my knees if that’s what it takes.” Treize’s knees sank into the soft earth, muddying the fine velvet and silk of his trousers.

“Stop.” Wufei’s voice was tortured. “I don’t want your shame or your anger. I’m tired of fighting, Treize. I just want peace.”

“Then come to me, Kala. You say you don’t want my shame but I hope you will accept my remorse. I am desperate because I have made mistakes and the only way to make it better is through your forgiveness. I don’t want to fight you anymore either, Wufei. We have had enough pain between us. I don’t know if it is the gods’ will or by magick but in my hands I hold something that I don’t even deserve. Let me start to earn it now, Wufei. Let me put an end to this suffering. Let me bring you not only pleasure, but friendship. I won’t embrace you and thrust you back into the cold.” Rising, Treize opened his arms. “Please, Wufei.”

Wufei’s throat worked. He took one faltering step towards Treize, then another. He stopped a handbreadth away, his yearning and fear and exhaustion etched into every line of his body. Treize made good on his promise. He closed that last space between them and enclosed Wufei in his arms.

The simple meeting of their bodies was like the brush of tinder suddenly ignited. A pulse so powerful surged between them that even Treize gasped. Wufei’s trembling intensified, shaking them both. He cried out softly and collapsed against Treize’s chest.

Treize picked him up and carried him up the stairs, all too aware of the most precious cargo he held in his arms.

“Come, Kala,” he whispered. “It’s time.”

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Treize strode past Wufei’s rooms and took them straight to the royal suite—their suite. Finally they were both back where they belonged. Once inside he locked the door. No one was to disturb them tonight; he didn’t care if all of Rossetti was burning. Treize set Wufei on his feet. He rubbed his back soothingly.

“Can you stand, Kala?”

“Yes,” Wufei answered, recovering a bit from the dazed trance he’d fallen into. He blinked and his gaze sharpened. Would he back out now? Treize wondered. In another time he would have swept Wufei up in his passion before he even had a moment to question anything. Now Treize searched Wufei’s features, making sure that what he saw there was what they both wanted.

“Kala, are you certain about this? We don’t have to do this tonight. If you want to leave, I will not stop you. If you just want to sleep in my arms until the pain subsides, I am here for that as well. It is your choice.”

Wufei shook his head. “No. I … I want this,” he said slowly.

Treize had to close his eyes to control the effect those words had on him. He grasped Wufei’s hand and brought it to his lips.

“Thank you, Wufei.”

Treize moved about the room, getting the things they needed. All the while he made light conversation and told teasing jokes to Wufei to help him relax. He’d heard the conviction in the younger man’s voice but Treize did not think his husband had changed so much as to have completely overcome his usual shyness. Wufei had not moved from where he stood and Treize was aware of his eyes following him about the room. He could almost hear his unspoken questions between them. No doubt he was wondering what Treize had in store for them this night.

Treize thought about the last and only time they’d been together. On the one hand the memory was as vivid as a brand. He remembered everything from Wufei’s scent to the light touch of his fingers upon his skin. On the other hand, it seemed so distant, like another life. Had Wufei enjoyed it? There had been hesitation, resistance and reluctant surrender. Treize had wanted to slowly cherish Wufei but what happened instead was something much more rushed. Tonight he would make up for not only that night, but all the empty nights, afternoons and mornings in between.

Treize sat on the nearby chair and pulled off his shoes. Piece by piece he shed his clothing until he was naked before Wufei. He could feel his husband’s hot eyes upon him, but when Treize met Wufei’s gaze, the younger man quickly looked away. Two spots of red colored his cheeks and Treize smiled.

“You can look all you want, Kala. This belongs to nobody but you. It doesn’t bother me; in fact it pleases me a great deal that you like what you see.” Treize brushed his hand over his chest, his stomach, the rising member between his legs.

Wufei’s gaze rested there. His lips were parted and his breath quickened. “I…” he began hoarsely. He trailed off, licking his lips.

“Yes,” Treize purred as though he understood Wufei’s unfinished sentence. He approached until he was standing close enough for Wufei to feel his body heat. “But it’s not fair for me to be the only one unclothed is it?” His gaze swept Wufei’s body. “I like looking too.”

Wufei’s eyes widened and his fingers instinctively tightened on his cloak, but he shook himself and began fumbling with the clasp. Treize stopped him.

“Let me.”

Color rose in Wufei’s cheeks but he nodded.

Treize parted the cloak and spread it on the bed. Its deep red lining gleamed in the candlelight and all Treize could think of was that he wanted to see Wufei against it in nothing but his bare skin. The idea inspired a tremor in him and Treize reminded himself that he had to go slowly.

He rubbed Wufei’s shoulders then pulled the heavy robes he wore over his head. Wufei was left in thin cotton trousers and the shoes on his feet. The latter were easily removed, but Treize did not take off Wufei’s pants just yet. He pulled his husband to him and kissed him. Wufei drew a sharp breath through his nose, then his lips parted and he let Treize inside.

Treize’s mouth was hot and seeking over Wufei’s but always gentle. He touched his tongue to Wufei’s and when the younger man shyly responded Treize groaned. Gods, he wanted so much tonight. Cupping the back of Wufei’s head, he pressed the younger man to him. Then his hands began roaming Wufei’s body.

Wufei was supple and smooth beneath his touch. He was small, almost delicately formed, but the corded power in his arms, chest and back told a story of strength as well as beauty. Treize mouthed the tender place beneath his ear and Wufei gasped. He followed the graceful curve of Wufei’s neck down to his chest. When Treize brushed his lips over one velvet nipple, Wufei jerked in his arms.

“Treize!”

“Hmm?” Treize mouthed the dusky peak, savoring the tiny cries that burst from Wufei. He circled the nipple with his tongue, wetting it and feeling it stiffen beneath his touch. Treize moaned. Wufei’s erection was pressed against his belly and Treize couldn’t help thinking of even more tantalizing flesh stiffening and responding to his caresses. Treize gathered Wufei up and brought him to the bed where he lay him on the cloak. He shook his head as his husband made a questioning sound.

“It’s all right, Kala. I’m here,” he murmured, stretching out next to Wufei. Treize’s erection was pressed against Wufei’s hip and he knew his husband was aware of it. He distracted Wufei by rubbing over his belly, hips and thighs. He dipped between Wufei’s legs and Wufei started.

“Shh, I’ll take care of it,” Treize cooed, soothing him with a kiss. Wufei’s thighs were tense and Treize kept rubbing and caressing him to relax him. He captured his lips again. “Undo your hair for me, Kala.”

While Wufei reached behind him to unwind the long silky braid, Treize molded his palm to the growing bulge between Wufei’s legs. Slowly he began stroking him.

Wufei arched up with a hoarse cry. His fists were clenched and his body was trembling with strain. Treize’s hand moved once more and Wufei shuddered and moaned like a man in torment. His hair tangled about his face as he turned his head away. He tried to roll onto his side but Treize prevented him. All the while the older man kept touching Wufei, caressing those sensitive places to bring his lover even more pleasure.

“Treize … don’t…” Wufei pleaded, writhing against the cloak.

Treize pulled his hand away with a frown. “What? Talk to me, Kala.”

“I … it’s been too long,” Wufei explained in a small voice. “I’m going to….” he trailed off, reddening with embarrassment.

Relief washed through Treize. So that’s what this was all about. He laughed, brushing the hair away from Wufei’s face. “You silly, sweet boy. Do you think I care that you’re about to come?” Treize spooned behind Wufei and tightened his arms around him. “I’ll tell you the truth,” he whispered in Wufei’s ear. “It makes me hotter to know that I’ve barely touched you and you’re already like this.” His hand slipped between Wufei’s legs again. “That you’re so close so soon means that you want me … that your body has missed me just that much.”

Treize nudged Wufei’s thighs wider and increased the pace of his strokes. He kissed his lover’s neck and murmured scorching praises in his ear about how beautiful he was and how long he had waited to hold him like this. Treize told Wufei that he had dreamt of him and then he whispered what he had fantasized doing to him. By the time he was done Wufei was pleading and writhing in his arms. Treize relished those hungry sounds. The delicious feel of Wufei’s body pressed against his only made him want to fan the flames of his husband’s passion even higher.

So Treize did.

He’d kept his strokes even before but now he circled the head of Wufei’s cock, focusing all of his attention there. It was over before Wufei’s moan was even past his lips. The telltale shudders and growing dampness beneath his hand told Treize that Wufei had orgasmed. He purred.

“Lovely; now lets see what you’ve gifted us with.”

Treize tugged down Wufei’s trousers and the clinging cotton drawers beneath until finally his husband was as he’d imagined him, naked against the crimson cloak and his dark hair wild around him. Wufei’s belly was spattered with come and before his husband could protest, Treize was leaning over to capture every drop. Wufei made a surprised noise and moved hotly in Treize’s arms. He was trying to close his legs but Treize only held him open and lavished more attention on his sensitive inner thighs until Wufei was twisting and shivering in his grasp. When Treize moved higher up, his name broke on Wufei’s lips.

“Ah! Treize! What are you—?”

“I’m kissing your sweet cock,” Treize said baldly.

He dipped lower to nuzzle Wufei’s balls, inhaling the delicate musk of his arousal. Wufei smelled of soap and heat and the elusive hint of something much wilder. It set Treize aflame. His mouth widened to take in the sensitive sac. He worshipped Wufei, bathing the velvety flesh with his tongue. Every time Wufei cried out, he unerringly followed him, suckling and laving until Wufei began to come apart in his hands. His husband’s small body bucked and strained, but Treize held him in place, never letting him escape the sweet onslaught. Just when it seemed Wufei might come again, he lifted his head, leaving the younger man reeling.

Wufei moaned. He clutched at Treize’s head. The older man could feel the tension running through his husband’s body. Wufei seemed caught on the edge of desire, lured by the call of pleasure but not sure what to do with it now that he was here. Treize looked up and saw the uncertainty in Wufei’s eyes for what it was.

“There’s no going back after this, Wufei. For either of us. Let yourself go. I’m here to catch you.”

Wufei nodded. Trembling, he lay back and let Treize pleasure him. His legs twitched then squeezed around Treize.

Treize barely felt it. He was a man at a feast except there was no way he could ever have enough of this particular indulgence. He took the weeping tip of Wufei’s cock between his lips and worked the blind opening there. The shout Wufei gave was so raw, so wild that Treize had to do it again.

Wufei started to reach for him but Treize stopped him. While he was still hovering on the brink of another wave of pleasure Treize reached for the richly scented balm he’d placed nearby. He dipped between Wufei’s cheeks and his fingers brushed over the entrance to his body.

Wufei gasped.

Treize smiled as he gently began rubbing around the little bud. He chuckled as he felt the helpless tightening of his husband’s body whenever he tried to press in. “Does it feel good or are you trying to keep me out?” he teased.

Wufei was shaking his head. His eyes were glazed over with pleasure. “What’s … Tr…Treize … I don’t understand… It wasn’t like this before.”

“Before?” Treize croaked, his own gaze trained hungrily to Wufei’s face. The look of need he saw there nearly undid him.

“Yes … the first time.” Wufei was panting.

A low sound rumbled from Treize’s throat. ” That no longer exists. Forget the past, forget yesterday. The only thing that matters is now,” he murmured as his finger pushed into Wufei.

Wufei stiffened at that first invasion but Treize was patient. After all, he had waited weeks for this. And no matter what battles raged in Wufei’s head, his body clearly hungered. Wufei’s slender cock was deeply flushed and as Treize’s fingers probed, finding the source of his pleasure, a pearly drop quickly beaded at the tip.

A raw cry of defeat burst from Wufei’s lips. His limbs softened. His hips lifted off the bed and began a sinuous rhythm.

Treize watched, transfixed. His throat was parched as his gaze was drawn to Wufei’s smooth belly, the silken line of his hips, the play of muscle as he responded to each caress. Treize had never seen him like this, not even in his dreams.

Wufei must have felt his gaze for his eyes fluttered open. They locked with Treize’s. A wave of heat seemed to pass between them. Wufei’s legs parted, baring himself completely to Treize’s gaze and his touch. His own boldness shocked him and Wufei whimpered. He didn’t seem to understand this sudden fire any more than Treize did and he tried to tell him so.

Treize only shook his head and smiled. His hands were shaking as he pressed a finger to Wufei’s lips. “You’re beautiful, Wufei. Let me make love to you.”

Treize held Wufei to him. Propping a pillow beneath his husband’s hips, he slid into him. Wufei’s tight little body surrounded him, the sweetest most sensuous vise he had ever felt. It was deeper than completion. Treize was finally home.

They made love many times that night and Wufei’s passion bloomed with every caress. Right before Treize’s eyes the knot of fear and resistance unfurled leaving only heat and a passion so scorching it left him weak. Wufei didn’t just match him, he consumed Treize.

When it was all over they collapsed against the mattress. The candles had burned out. There was nothing between them except their own labored breaths and the velvet cover of night. Treize was still breathless. He shakily reached across the bed to grasp Wufei’s hand but his husband wouldn’t let him.

Instead, Wufei closed the distance between them and wrapped his arms around Treize’s chest.

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The next few days passed by like a dream for Wufei. He had never expected it but he was happy.

The nights spent with Treize had led to the start of a tentative friendship. Of course there were still awkward moments and some lingering mistrust between them but when Wufei allowed himself to relax, he found that he genuinely enjoyed the older man’s company. Treize was charming and funny (though his humor tended to the ribald side) and Wufei discovered Treize had as voracious an appetite for knowledge as he did.

To Wufei, they came together best in a meeting of the minds. Treize, on the other hand, thought differently. He loved their heated debates and was eager to bring Wufei this rare text or the other, but his most lavish praise was reserved for when they were behind closed doors. It was embarrassing and thrilling at the same time. The things Treize said to him….

Wufei flushed and brought a hand up to the high silk collar of his tunic. It hid a purplish love bite. The memory of this morning’s lovemaking rose unbidden and Wufei took a shaky breath. If he continued like this, he was never going to finish his paperwork before dinner.

Re-wetting the nib of his pen, he forced himself to focus on the rolls of parchment, but even so his mind wandered. Wufei found his gaze being drawn to the window and outside where evening was swiftly approaching. He was just cursing himself for transcribing a sentence twice when Treize entered the study.

“I take it things are not progressing smoothly?” The older man chuckled.

“No. I can’t seem to concentrate,” Wufei huffed. Of course he was careful to keep the source of his distraction to himself.

“Oh? Anything I can help with?”

“I doubt it.” Wufei sighed.

“Try me.”

Treize moved around the desk and came to stand behind Wufei. His fingers grazed beneath Wufei’s collar. “Maybe you just need a break.”

Wufei shivered at the light stroking of Treize’s fingers across his skin. “No… I shouldn’t. I really need to get this done.”

“You’re so tense,” Treize murmured as if Wufei had not spoken. His hands moved down and began kneading Wufei’s shoulders. “Take a break; take a break. You know this isn’t going to go to the archives this evening and the pages have been dismissed for the day.” Treize’s fingers skilfully unknotted a particularly tense muscle and Wufei groaned.

“Feel good?”

Wufei hesitated but there was no use denying it when his body was already melting into the chair. He slumped forward. “Yes,” he admitted on a gust of breath.

Treize groaned too. “I came to invite you to go to the night market with me but maybe we should go upstairs instead.”

“Night market?”

“Mm hmm. I realized I never took the time to show you the city myself and it is most beautiful at night.” Treize kissed Wufei softly. “Just like you.”

Wufei’s cheeks warmed. “I’d like to go.” He had only seen the city that one time with Duo when he first arrived. He had been too busy to go out since.

“Good. I’ll ask Yuy and Maxwell to accompany us. We’ll need to change into something a little less conspicuous though.”

“Of course.”

“Shall we go then?”

Wufei nodded and rose. As soon as he was out of his seat, Treize bent and deftly scooped him up.

“What are you doing?” Wufei growled.

“It’s not dark outside yet. We still have time for a little play don’t we?” Treize’s lips found the pulse at Wufei’s throat.

“No we don’t. I’m bathing before we leave.”

“No problem. I can help with that too,” Treize purred, moving briskly down the hall and taking the stairs two at a time. He bent to brush his mouth against Wufei’s. The kiss deepened and Wufei moaned in Treize’s arms.

“Are you sure we won’t miss anything?”

“We won’t miss anything,” Treize assured him as he closed the bedroom door behind them. “The city never sleeps.”

“All right but you can put me down, you know,” Wufei pointed out.

“I can, but I prefer not to. Besides, I know you enjoy it despite your protests.” Treize grinned as Wufei squawked a denial. The color in his cheeks told the real story, though. Treize cradled him even more closely to his chest. “It’s nice to be pampered sometimes, isn’t it?”

Wufei was not sure how to answer that. “I’m not used to being pampered,” he murmured.

“Then we’ll have to remedy that immediately.”

Unlike the room in which Wufei had previously slept, the royal suite had an adjoining bathing chamber. They headed there now. Once inside, Treize finally set Wufei on his feet.

One of Rossetti’s many technological marvels was its sophisticated plumbing system. Wufei had never seen anything like it. For those who could afford it, baths could be outfitted with hot and cold running water. The royal bath was no exception. Hidden jets pulsed beneath the vast pool, keeping it pleasantly warm. A fine mist of steam rose from the water, warming the mosaic tile beneath their feet.

While Wufei admired the vast chamber, Treize had begun undressing. Wufei jumped a little when the older man’s body pressed against his back. He could feel the heat of his husband’s body even through his robes and Wufei shivered a little. He was still shocked by the desire that coursed through him every time he and Treize touched.

If Treize felt Wufei’s tremor, he didn’t say anything. Instead he rubbed his hands up and down Wufei’s arms in a slow mesmerizing movement. His breath ghosted over the sensitive shell of Wufei’s ear.

“Why don’t we take these robes off, hmm?”

Wufei swallowed but nodded and as had become a ritual between them, as soon as he started unclasping the robe, Treize took over the task himself. In the older man’s hands, even this was transformed into a caress. Treize’s fingers followed in the wake of the parted cloth until the robes were pooled about Wufei’s ankles and Wufei was trembling from his husband’s gentle but focused touch.

“Treize?”

“Hmm?” Treize had smoothed his hands over Wufei’s hair and was now undoing his braid.

Wufei shifted from one foot to the other. He still was not quite used to being naked with his husband and between that and the way Treize’s slightest touch seemed to set his body humming Wufei was left feeling a little overwhelmed.

“I’m … can we go into the water?”

“I’m sorry, my love. Are you cold?”

Wufei bit his lip and shook his head.

Somehow, Treize understood.

“Are you self-conscious because we’re together like this?” he murmured huskily.

Wufei hesitated then nodded.

“You have no reason to be self-conscious. I’ve told you how beautiful you are, haven’t I? Every part of you.” Treize mouthed the tender skin at the nape of Wufei’s neck, causing him to shiver again. He didn’t stop there, but traced the groove of Wufei’s spine all the way down to the dimple above his buttocks.

“Yes, but…” Wufei gasped and rose on tiptoe, his back involuntarily arching. When he said Treize’s name this time, it was a plea.

Treize only kept moving downwards, licking, nipping and kissing the salt from Wufei’s skin.

Wufei remembered the same caress from the first night he and Treize shared a tent, but he had been so fevered, so caught up in the moment then that the evening had seemed little more than a blur of pleasure, acute but indistinct. Now however, Wufei was fully awake and in complete possession of his senses. The decadence of what Treize was doing to him … the fact that it felt good….

Wufei gave a startled cry and froze in Treize’s grasp. Treize’s tongue was—-Wufei gave another helpless cry.

“What are you doing?”

“Something I’ve wanted to do all day,” Treize rumbled happily.

He was kneeling behind Wufei with the younger man’s cheeks cupped in his hands. Treize kneaded and spread the firm globes while his tongue licked along the crease, pausing only to find the furled entrance to Wufei’s body. He probed the tight sphincter, savoring Wufei’s squirming and even wilder cries.

“Oh gods … the bath… I haven’t washed….” Wufei tried to wriggle away but Treize’s large hands held him in place.

“I’ll help you wash later. Now I want to taste you just like I have in my dreams.” Treize’s hot breath and silken lips teased over delicate flesh as he spoke. He probed Wufei again.

“Mm. I dreamed you came from this alone and that when I was done, I licked your sweet seed from your thighs. Do you think you could do that, Kala? Could you come from just my tongue against your tight little hole?”

The sensations swirling through Wufei were already enough to set him ablaze. Treize’s scorching words added to them sent him reeling. Wufei’s knees buckled and he would have fallen if not for Treize’s strength behind him.

Treize laughed and effortlessly supported him. He didn’t pause when Wufei cried out nor did he stop when shudders wracked his frame. Wufei felt a familiar tension building in him and before he could even think, he orgasmed, his semen splattering against the tile. Mortified at having come so quickly, he tried to pull away.

Treize wouldn’t let him. “Where do you think you’re going?” The older man’s voice fairly vibrated with pleasure. “You just wonderfully fulfilled my fantasy. You can’t run away before I complete it.”

“Complete it?” Wufei groaned.

“Oh yes.” Treize shimmied down Wufei’s body and as promised he began licking the splatters from his stomach and thighs.

As Treize stood and enclosed Wufei in his arms, the hard insistence of his erection pressed against Wufei’s belly. That Treize wanted him that badly…. Wufei still found it impossible to believe.

Gods, how was he ever going to get used to this?

Treize extended his palm and Wufei had no choice but to take it. They entered the water together and it was safe to say not much washing was done until well afterwards.

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By the time Treize and Wufei met Duo and Heero at the stables, Wufei was feeling a little weak-kneed and rather dazed. The things Treize had done…. He could barely look at his husband without his cheeks warming. At least it was too dark for anyone to notice. Wufei frowned and forced himself to focus. He had to get a hold of himself.

“My Lords, the horses are ready,” Duo told them. Next to him, Heero nodded. The men had tethered four horses: their own, Porphryo and Shenlong, but Treize turned to Wufei.

“Will you ride with me?” he asked. “It will be easier to show you the city that way.”

Treize gazed at Wufei. Even in the faint glow of the lanterns the unspoken sentiment between them was clear. Treize also wanted to ride double so he could hold him.

Wufei knew he shouldn’t. He was a skilled rider and it was the proper thing to do. The old Wufei would have never allowed it, yet he found himself agreeing anyway.

Wufei was self-conscious as Treize mounted Poryphro and gave him a boost, but neither Duo nor Heero batted an eyelash. Heero merely took Shenlong back to the stable hand with instructions to return her to her stall. The two soldiers mounted, flanking Wufei and Treize as they ambled out of the courtyard. They were leaving through a secret passageway used only by Treize and they emerged at a cobbled alley just behind the fish market. Wufei wrinkled his nose. Well that would certainly clear anyone’s head.

Once in the market, Duo and Heero left their protective formation around Wufei and Treize and dismounted. They led their horses away and it was a testament to their skill that in no time they’d blended with the crowd. Of course, Wufei and Treize were both armed but it was reassuring to know that they had backup should they need it. However, with their inconspicuous clothes, and unhurried manner, they didn’t draw any undue attention. Wufei was even surprised to find that they were not the only lovers riding double. In fact the practice seemed quite commonplace. Such a thing would have been rare in Eires.

As they moved deeper into the market Wufei began to relax. The entire place was alive with scents, sounds and colors he had never experienced before. Fragrant smoke wafted up from the tightly packed stalls. One man was making golden pastries stuffed with meat, peas and spices. The rich aroma was so tempting that Wufei asked Treize to stop so he could buy some.

“Thank you, sir!” The young man beamed as he wrapped two of the pastries in brown paper and handed them to Wufei. “Can I offer you a drink?”

Wufei was about to refuse but Treize reached around the saddle and offered the man their water skin.

“Please,” he requested.

The vendor returned the flask brimming with spiced wine. Treize took a swig and offered some to Wufei. The younger man hesitated then took a sip. When he tried to return it Treize shook his head.

“Drink a little more.”

“Treize, I don’t have a good head for this,” Wufei protested.

“Just a bit. To warm your insides.”

Wufei sighed but he drank more of the wine. He rested against Treize as its warmth pooled in his belly. The air had finally turned a little sharp and Treize drew his cloak about them.

“Perfect,” Treize rumbled.

“Hmm?” Wufei murmured, mesmerized by a twirling dancer just a few steps ahead of them. Her skin was dusted with gold and it caught the glow of the lanterns, making her seem like an extension of the fire itself. The heartbeat of the drums vibrated in the air, deep, powerful and as sensual as the woman who flowed to the beat. Wufei found himself moved in a way he could not describe.

“Marvelous isn’t she?” Treize settled Wufei more comfortably against him. Beneath the cloak, his hands smoothed up and down Wufei’s arms.

Wufei strained to look at Treize over his shoulder but in the dark, his husband’s expression was unreadable. “Treize … what?”

Treize made a soft sound against Wufei’s neck. He was nuzzling the skin there causing a shiver to race through Wufei.

Treize’s hand had slipped under his tunic. Beneath the concealing folds of the cloak his callused fingers continued to stroke up and down Wufei’s arms.

“I have done many things I am not proud of since you came to Rossetti,” Treize confessed. “I want you to know those days are over. I can be a better man. I will be a better man for you. I don’t want you to resent me, or feel apprehensive about sharing your body with me.”

Treize bent closer to whisper hotly in Wufei’s ear, telling him how precious he was to him and how much he wanted him. “But I will wait. I will go as slowly as you need me to.”

Wufei shuddered delicately. He was breathless from excitement and unexpected pleasure. Suddenly the entire market had narrowed to the warmth of Treize’s body against his and the words being murmured in his ear.

“I am so lucky to have you,” Treize whispered. “I will prove to you that I’m worthy of your trust, however long it takes.”

Treize’s words roused a storm of conflicting feelings in Wufei. Part of him was still wary; another part questioned whether Treize cared enough for him to even want to earn his trust, while yet another part of him, the part that responded so easily to Treize’s touch remembered Treize’s gentleness and the reverence with which he’d caressed Wufei’s body only hours ago. Surely that counted for something? Wufei didn’t know what would happen tomorrow or even the day after but when looked into Treize’s eyes for the first time he felt something he had not felt since he left Eires:

Hope.

They moved forward in a charged but companionable silence and Treize only broke it when they passed by a weaver’s stall. His eyes were fixed on a cloth of incredibly fine weave. Treize leaned closer to rub it between his fingers. The wool was light and strong. It was just the sort of thing to wear now that summer’s warmth was fleeing. But that was not what caught Treize’s attention. He bought a generous length of the material and placed it in Wufei’s hands.

It was a familiar symbolic red.

Treize had not forgotten.

Wufei closed his eyes. The ceremony was never far from his mind but tonight especially it was not difficult to imagine what it involved. Yet, the prospect no longer seemed so unpleasant. Beneath the cloak, Wufei squeezed Treize’s hand.

Treize grasped Wufei’s hand and brought it to his lips. “Kala,” he murmured and the endearment held such weight, such meaning that Wufei couldn’t speak.

The world stilled and in that moment something changed between them. The old wounds and the bitter pain of the past seemed to fade. Wufei felt it flowing out of him like a balm. He twisted to look at Treize. He had meant to say something but instead he found himself reaching for his husband and drawing him down to him. Their lips met and then Wufei knew nothing else.

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A few feet away, Duo nudged Heero. “Think we should give the lovers some privacy?” he mused.

Heero grunted. “Here.”

“Huh?”

Duo looked over and was surprised to find Heero holding a jeweled-toned cloth of his own. There was a stubborn set to his features and a fierce look in his eyes that said he would not be outdone even by an Emperor.

Duo’s eyes widened. Then he flushed with pleasure.

Heero’s cloth was of a rougher hew and weft but its bold pattern—purple and sapphire threads intertwined—had a beauty and roughness that was more to his taste. He’d received a lot of gifts in his lifetime, many expensive, but in one breath Heero showed him how meaningless they were compared to this one simple gift. They had no special ceremony to perform and no magical mandate from the gods but that was just as well. They were going to forge their own destiny anyway.

Duo reached over and linked his hand in Heero’s.

They stayed joined for a space of a breath, then they were back to being soldiers. Up ahead, Prince Wufei and Emperor Rossetti were moving again and once again Heero and Duo blended with the shadows. They followed the lovers deeper into the crowd and the sounds of the market embraced them as the whole of Rossetti seemed to come alive in a celebration of laughter, love and life.

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Seasons

admin — Fri, 11 Jul 2008 12:56:07 +0000

I don’t own the beautiful Treize and Wufei.

Seasons
by Michalyn
Pairing: 13×5
For Hellfire_Angel for the prompt, “13×5 more sweetness of them doing things together.”

“I can’t believe autumn is here already,” Wufei murmured from his perch on top of the chair. He was rummaging in the closet and he extended a hand so Treize could pass him the stack of summer clothes neatly folded on the bed. They were to be replaced by sweaters and other warmer items.

“The year is flying by isn’t it?” Treize agreed. “Oh and if you see my favorite wine-colored sweater in there would you bring it down? Well, I should say your favorite sweater since you end up wearing it more than I do.”

Wufei sneezed as he jumped down with the last armful of autumn and winter clothes. “I don’t wear it all the time. Just some of the time because it’s so comfortable.”

“Mmm hmm.” Treize didn’t sound convinced at all.

Wufei shot him a glare and Treize laughed, tugging his husband into his arms. The sweaters tumbled to the floor and Treize flowed with them, pulling Wufei onto the soft pile of brightly colored wool. Their lips brushed, retreated and lingered again.

Wufei wrapped his arms around Treize’s neck. “I hope you plan on helping me wash these after this.”

“Of course, though when I think of it we really don’t need sweaters.” Treize smiled. ” Not when I have plenty of other ways to keep you warm.”

End

Adornment

admin — Fri, 11 Jul 2008 12:28:10 +0000

I don’t own Treize or Wufei.
Adornment
by Michalyn
For vampyreranger who asked for a 13×5 drabble.
Warnings: 13×5, perverted Treize
Rating: NC17

“Ah!” Wufei arched up and giving one last cry he exploded in Treize’s arms. Treize followed soon after, collapsing against Wufei.They were both panting heavily, their bodies covered in sweat.

“Mmm…” Treize kissed Wufei’s neck. “Just what I needed.”

Wufei sighed, still clinging to Treize. He gave a little gasp as his husband’s hand smoothed over his hip then turned inward to gently fondle him. “Treize, I’m too sensitive for that,” he cried, his voice rising a little.

“Shh … I’ll be careful,” Treize cooed. He rummaged in the bedside drawer for a moment to produce something Wufei could not see. The younger man made a questioning sound as Treize slipped something cool and metallic over the head of his cock.

“What is that?”

“There. Perfect. Why don’t you take a look?”

Wufei peered between his legs to see what Treize had done. Curved lovingly just beneath the plum-shaped tip of him was a golden ring. It took a few minutes for Wufei to realize that the ring was molded into the shape of a snake, its flattened head curving upwards to rest over the tiny opening at his tip. Two red gems glittered for its eyes. Wufei flushed hot with embarrassment. “You bought me a cock ring?”

“Not a cock ring. Cock jewelry. This is not to prevent you from coming. Those fit around here.” Treize caressed Wufei’s testicles and the base of his cock, earning him a soft moan.

“Cock jewelry?” Wufei squirmed, incredulous.

“Mmm hmm. I got the idea from that sex toy shop on the corner of Fifth and Peachtree. This one’s custom made of course.” Treize grinned wickedly. “It’s a good thing I knew your size.”

Wufei’s blush deepened. “Get off me, you pervert,” he growled.

Treize’s husky laugh rumbled in his throat. He tightened his arms around Wufei and kissed him lovingly over his face and neck. “What? You don’t like it? Those are real rubies you know.”

“Oh god, Treize please tell me you didn’t,” Wufei groaned. Really, sometimes he questioned his husband’s sanity. What on earth could have possessed him to buy such a thing?

“I did. It’s 24 carat gold too.”

“What’s wrong with you? Why the hell did you spend that kind of money on something like that?”

“Well, you never believe me when I tell you how pretty you are here, so I thought I’d show you.” Treize’s eyes trailed hungrily down Wufei’s body. “A true masterpiece if I say so myself.”

Wufei made a strangled sound. “You can’t really expect me to wear this, do you?”

“Humor me,” Treize purred, gently twisting the golden ring and watching as Wufei shivered, his eyes rolling into the back of his head.

“Treize…” Wufei mewled.

“Shh … shh, just feel it darling.” Treize nuzzled Wufei’s nipple while his hands continued their hot slow movements. He smiled against the pebbled bud. “Let’s try this one out. If you like it then I can put in an order for those other pretty accessories I’ve had my eye on.”

End

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Notes: Yes, Wufei’s ring does indeed exist. Treize’s version is a bit more expensive, of course. *coughs* You can take a peek here. Definitely not work safe.

Caution: Men at Work

admin — Fri, 11 Jul 2008 02:10:23 +0000

I don’t own Treize or Wufei.

Caution: Men at Work
by Michalyn
Theme: #5, On the Nightstand (Light Theme Set)
Rating MA
Notes: phoenix13×5 and I joined the 20_inkspots community and this is our first ficlet. 20_inkspots works like 30_kisses except a writer and artist pair up to work on 20 themes together. As you can expect from us, this is pure sap–and 13×5 of course!

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Wufei was sitting cross-legged on the living room floor, flipping through some old architectural magazines when Treize settled next to him. He leaned against the sofa.

“Find anything you like?”

“Mmm,” Wufei murmured, unconsciously moving closer. “Tell me again why we decided to renovate an old Victorian house instead of buying a new one?”

“Because we appreciate a good challenge? Because it means I get to see you in nothing but shorts and construction boots?” Treize pulled Wufei’s legs onto his lap and rubbed the arch of one foot. He watched as Wufei closed his eyes and sighed.

“We really need to take down that fence. I’m sure it was charming at one point but now it’s like a row of broken teeth. I was hoping these magazines would give me some ideas but so far I’ve had no luck. Everything is either too fussy or too utilitarian. I’d really prefer not to have anything resembling a chain-link fence out there. Hmm…” Wufei paused over one page. “How about something like this? It might work. And there’s always the option of softscaping. I could plant some viburnum…”

Treize made a noncommital sound, at the moment far more interested in the weight of Wufei’s legs in his lap and the soft pajama bottoms he was wearing. His fingers trailed up to the inside of Wufei’s knee and lingered there, moving in teasing circles. At the caress, Wufei’s lips parted and he paused, staring at Treize over the rims of his glasses. When he didn’t protest, Treize let his hand wander higher. From the way the material pooled in Wufei’s lap, he was pretty sure his husband was not wearing anything underneath. Treize hooked one finger in the elastic waistband, stretching it away from Wufei’s skin just the tiniest bit. One tug and he could find out for himself, but making Wufei tell him was even better. Hopefully he could get him to show him too.

“Are you wearing underwear?”

The tips of Wufei’s ears reddened even as he made a throaty sound. “Ever the opportunist aren’t you.? Aren’t we supposed to get back to the contractor with the details of what we’d like tomorrow?” Wufei bopped him gently over the head with the magazine. “Are you listening to me?”

“Mmm hmm,” Treize drawled. “Briefs?”

Wufei made an exasperated sound. “Treize, focus on this and then we can go to the bedroom. I don’t want to reschedule the assessment yet again. If we can just get the contractor to give us a quote….”

It was sound advice. Too bad Treize was busy exploring the indent of Wufei’s belly button. As Treize touched his tongue to Wufei’s warm skin, the younger man’s stomach jumped. He nipped around the flesh then probed Wufei’s navel in a mimicry he knew would get his husband’s blood racing. Treize’s other hand slipped between Wufei’s legs and began rubbing him. His fingers moved over the cotton and deliberately brushed the tip of Wufei’s cock, his thumb finding and pressing against the slit there. Soon a small wet had spot bloomed against the thin material and Treize made a delighted sound. “Are you sure you’re still thinking about fences?”

“Why don’t you find out for yourself?” Wufei’s voice was breathy. The magazine rustled in his grasp.

“Indeed I shall,” Treize purred as he tugged down Wufei’s pants and found him naked underneath. “So beautiful. Was that especially for me, Darling?” he asked huskily, burying his face between Wufei’s thighs.

“I … I … just showered.” Wufei stammered by way of explanation.

“Ah.” Treize buried his nose in the soft patch of Wufei’s pubic hair. “Have you been using my soap again?” He dipped lower. “Smells like it. Tastes like it too. Hmm … better than that.”

Wufei’s knees squeezed around his torso and Treize felt the younger man’s shudder. Wufei’s mouth opened and he gave a little gasp. “God, Treize…”

“Like that, do you?” Treize teased.

Wufei’s hips rolled upward, thrusting shallowly into the circle of Treize’s palm. He was flushed and he had flung his head back as he struggled to absorb the sensations Treize was igniting in him with the careful application of lips and tongue. Struggled, because despite Wufei’s obvious pleasure, Treize could see the way his husband was biting his lip to keep from moaning and the determined grasp he still had on the architectural magazine. Stubborn as usual. That really would not do, Treize tutted, right around his mouthful of Wufei so that the younger man did cry out and his hands twisted in the back of Treize’s t-shirt. Much better. Treize took Wufei deeper, rewarding him for his sensuous response.

“Ah! Treize, w–wait a second. We still have to decide on this. If we have nothing to tell the contractors tomorrow, the project will be delayed another three weeks.” Wufei’s hips rose off the ground as Treize flattened his tongue against the underside of his cock. “Ungh … just … just … listen for a moment.”

Treize began a slow circling of Wufei’s balls. “Mm, you can still tell me about it.”

“Bastard! You better take responsibility when Reynolds comes by tomorrow,” Wufei moaned, giving up all pretense of reading the magazine and surrendering to Treize’s touch.

“Hmm, I will. I’ll apologize; tell him I was too busy sucking your lovely cock to give a damn about fences.” Treize chuckled. “I’ll let him know I was doing some hardscaping of my own.”

Wufei cracked one eye open. His chest was rising and falling rapidly and his shirt had ridden up to expose his taut stomach. “If you tell him that, I will personally strangle you.”

“Oh? Then maybe I should tell him about the little bottle on the nightstand; how whenever I slip my fingers into you, you make those soft desperate sounds and you’re so tight about me that I can barely breathe for imagining all that sleekness around my cock when I finally enter you.”

“Treize!” Wufei whined, but he was trembling as expected–Treize’s heated words clearly having gotten to him.

“Yes, my love?”

“Let’s go upstairs.”

Treize grinned, kissing Wufei tenderly before taking him in his arms. “That’s one plan I like the sound of very much.”
End

50 Sentences: Treize and Wufei

admin — Wed, 09 Jul 2008 23:47:27 +0000

by Michalyn
Pairing: Treize and Wufei
Theme set: Alpha
Rating: M for some racier hints

Notes: These were written for the 1sentence community on livejournal. The challenge is to pick a couple and a theme set and write 50 1-sentence fics about them.

These are a mix of both canon and AU, so you can interpret them as you like. I’m a big romantic and I have to admit, this is my rather sappy interpretation of Treize and Wufei.

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01.Comfort:
Sipping hot chocolate

on a cold afternoon,

footsie beneath the blanket.

02. Kiss
On their fifth wedding anniversary, Treize thinks that for all their years together, Wufei’s kiss is just as sweet.

03.Soft
Sometimes when it’s cold and the laundry’s not yet done, Wufei wears Treize’s sweatshirt, its soft underside warm against his heart.

04. Pain
A thorn lodging deep into his finger as he trims the rosebuses makes Wufei jerk, but before he can cry out, Treize is gently sucking the wound, determined to take even his little pains away.

05. Potatoes
Wufei’s been to market; Treize kisses his cheek and wipes away the dirt rubbed onto his fingers from picking potatoes.

06. Rain
Amazing how easily these cold drops fall against the window; perhaps the heavens are weeping for the tears Wufei cannot shed.

07. Chocolate
They say true love is like honey, all transparent sweetness and golden light, but when he and Treize are locked together, Wufei thinks this love is more like chocolate: now deep, now dark, now sweet, now the bitter edge that makes the addiction good enough to hurt.

08.Happiness
On a lazy summer afternoon, Treize and Wufei sit on the porch steps, Wufei laughing over a shared joke and Treize, feeling playful, braiding Wufei’s long dark hair.

09. Telephone
The ringing of telephones has always grated on Wufei’s nerves, yet whenever Treize’s number flashes on the caller id, he’s smiling before he even catches himself.

10. Ears
A glimpse of Wufei’s soft earlobe as he pulls his hair back for bed, leaves Treize in a sudden sweat, knees trembling with desire.

11. Name
Two sturdy syllables, nothing sweet or glamorous about it–at least that’s what Wufei likes to think of his name–but there’s something about the way Treize says “Wufei” … a certain roughness … a certain tenderness … that makes his breath catch every time.

12. Sensual
The cherries are plump, dark and sweet, their sticky juice leaving Wufei with stained lips and smudged fingers; Treize doesn’t care much for cherries, but his lips are reddened by the time Wufei is done and his lover’s own sweet essence is on his fingertips.

13. Death
Sometimes when he closes his eyes, he’s not alone anymore and that voice which once gave him so much comfort is whispering sweet nothings in his ear again.

14. Sex
When Treize is home alone and missing Wufei, he thinks about holding Wufei in his arms and he remembers Wufei’s scent; he thinks about the night before and the way Wufei cried out in his passion … the way his eyes went wide and dark when Treize’s lips found his pulse … how he shuddered when Treize caressed him between his legs … and as soon as Wufei walks in the door, Treize holds him in his arms and makes him cry out all over again.

15. Touch
In the dark of the movie theater, Wufei didn’t realize he had leaned closer until he felt Treize’s tender look and the warmth of his hip brushing his.

16. Weakness
“So I’m a little lactose intolerant,” Treize mutters to himself as he pads into the darkened kitchen,”one would think it was a terminal condition the way Wufei behaves. Threatening to do away with all the dairy foods in the house is just too much,” he continues, rummaging through the freezer for his favorite butterscotch ice-cream; he barely has time to uncover the tub before he feels a sharp tap on his shoulder–”Looking for something, Treize?” Wufei’s voice echoes behind him, low and ominous–and Treize freezes: Shit shit shit shit shit.

17. Tears
Wufei never lets anyone see him cry; not Quatre, the gentlest of them all, not Duo, who is his best friend and most certainly not Treize; at least that’s what Wufei makes sure to insist, but when the lights are out and the pain becomes too much to bear, Wufei knows Treize will hold him, soothe him and in the morning, he will love him enough to pretend he never saw Wufei crying or tasted the salt of his tears.

18. Speed
It was the one area of his life where Wufei was completely reckless: put him behind the wheel of a car and Treize knew he better hold on for dear life.

19. Wind
“Treize … tell me you didn’t just…” Wufei choked, screwing up his face, while beside him Treize groaned, “I’m sorry, my love, I think it was those beans we had for dinner.”

20. Freedom
Wufei rests his head against Treize’s chest and thinks, surely this giddy feeling will pass, surely this heady heart-thumping breath-stopping freedom is the stuff of dreams and fairy-tale endings; Wufei rests his head against Treize’s chest and it is then he’s most aware of how securely love has captured him.

21.Life
Strange the other ex-pilots call this living when all Wufei has ever felt is extinguished.

22. Jealousy
Till only a moment ago, I was enchanted by your visit, for we were boyhood playmates and lovers once; I said nothing when you sat next to him, even held my peace while you admired his dark hair, but should you wonder the cause of the suitcase now banging awkwardly against your leg or the cab waiting outside in the frost: you overstayed your welcome when you did not realize that the smile you coaxed from him was mine.

23. Hands
“Just don’t let go of my hand,” Wufei whispered to Treize as the doctor asked him to lie down on the examination table, “and I can face anything.”

24. Taste
How can I say it, Treize wonders, eyeing the steaming bowl Wufei places before him: You’re a wonderful cook, My Love, but gumbo is just not your forte!

25.Devotion
Treize knows nothing about collecting shells and he’s even less interested in the particularities of their different species, but when Wufei exclaims over yet another rosy conch, Treize smiles, says, “Yes, Dear,” hefts the overladen bag Wufei hands him over his shoulder, and trudges along the beach behind him.

26. Forever
They don’t go out dancing so often anymore because Treize uses a cane and Wufei’s got a bit of arthritis in his left knee; yet, every once in a while, when that old familiar music comes on, they shuffle onto the dance floor, Wufei holding onto Treize’s shoulder and Treize’s lips pressed against the crown of Wufei’s graying head.

27: Blood
You weren’t supposed to die
and now every day
I am damned
by your
Sacrificial
Blood.

28. Sickness
This must be a kind of sickness: fever, tremors, a quickening breath when he smiles.

29. Melody
There’s a haunting melody in these halls, though the piano keys are dusty and the music sheets have yellowed since you left.

30. Star
Balancing the plate of cheese and crackers, Wufei joins Treize on the blanket they’ve spread out on the grass; a brilliant star tumbles from the heavens, but just then, with Treize pulling him into his arms, Wufei can think of nothing to wish for.

31. Home
Travelling in Paris, Treize meets Wufei at dusk in a small cafe; there, laughing over a bottle of Pinot Noir and seeing Wufei’s reddened cheeks and the promise in his eyes, Treize feels that they’re not so far from home after all.

32. Confusion
They met amidst the confusion of cigarette smoke, the heat of gyrating bodies and flashing lights; it was Wufei’s first time at a club and Treize had taken him for the dance of his life.

33. Fear
Who would have thought Treize would be afraid of spiders, Wufei snickers as he sneaks up behind his lover, drops the fake creepy-crawly Duo has lent him in Treize’s lap and waits for the show to begin.

34. Lightning/Thunder
The brush of Wufei’s fingers leaves Treize shuddering, rumbling with pleasure; it’s only natural since there’s lightning in his touch.

35. Bonds
“What are you planning to do with those?” Treize asks breathily as Wufei twirls the fur-lined handcuffs around his finger, and Wufei’s look says, “if you’re good, I’ll show you.”

36. Market
When gummy bears were on sale at the supermarket, Treize bought two great bags and that evening, like naughty schoolboys, he and Wufei ate so many they ruined their dinner.

37.Technology
From Treize@colonycast.net to Wufei on his way out of the office: I’ve picked up the flowers and made ham sandwiches for dinner; don’t mind the simple fare, we’ll have kisses for dessert.

38.Gift
Somehow their friends always assumed Treize was the one to do it and it never seemed important enough to correct them, but Wufei was the one who proposed; he’d invited Treize to dinner and afterwards as they walked beneath the stars, he slipped the tell-tale velvet box into Treize’s pocket.

39. Smile
The soles of Wufei’s feet are quite ticklish and whenever he’s lounging about with his feet propped up on the couch, Treize can’t resist running his fingers over them just to see him smile.

40. Innocence
Wufei barely pays attention after all these years, but waking up beside him every morning still fills Treize with wonder.

42. Clouds
After another quarrel, Wufei will not speak and Treize does not greet him as they walk by each other in the hall; yet, Treize’s favorite paper placed on his chair and Wufei’s raspberry tea simmering next to the breakfast he has not prepared let them know these storms are only passing clouds.

43. Sky
On a warm July morning Wufei scribbles Treize a hurried note as he rushes out the door: See how bright, how wide this summer sky is and yet even it cannot compare to the feelings in my heart.

44. Heaven
Roses against a tombstone give no comfort to the living or the dead; why should he believe in a God, when the only ecstasy Wufei has ever known was in Treize’s arms–heaven in the mere sound of his footsteps?

45. Hell
Morning silence … empty bed … your scent forever gone from my pillow….

46 Sun
As soon as they get to the beach, Treize removes his shirt and hurries toward the water and Wufei sighs; Treize may be a gentleman, a connoisseur–sophisticated in all things–but Wufei wishes he would remember to put on his sunblock before going out into the sun.

47. Moon
On nights like this when the moon seems close enough to touch, Wufei remembers that long ago, high up in that velvet darkness, he lived on a star once.

48. Waves
The sea erases everything;
like these broken shells and battered driftwood,
how wonderful to be gathered up
in its roiling current and

washed

away

49. Hair
Wufei loves Treize’s hair–its buried golden highlights, how soft it feels in his hands, the way it falls carelessly over Treize’s forehead–yet he can’t help but be puzzled when he finds Treize happily tidying his brush, Wufei’s own black strands tangled about his fingers.

50. Supernova
How could he forget that explosion, the bright light burning like a supernova, glittering like a thousand stars through his tears?

41. Completion
Wufei wandered over to where Treize was seated at the computer and as he approached, Treize turned to him with a puzzled expression: “You’ll never believe this, my Love, but I stumbled onto one of those online fan communities and I think someone just wrote fifty stories about us.”

Kiss

admin — Wed, 09 Jul 2008 23:39:18 +0000

Table of contents for 30 Kisses

Kiss
by Michalyn
Pairing:Treize and Wufei (Treize POV)
Notes: for 30_kisses theme #30, Kiss
Rating: M

A freezing sky
The year ends.
Icy winds whirl the snowflakes.
Under the covers
My darling is hotter than midsummer night.

Anonymous (six dynasties)

We have been together for three months now and though our days have found an easy rhythm, our nights are filled with stilted moments and looks of longing. You have been staring at me since dinner, hoping that I will not notice and from the color in your cheeks both hoping that I will. How can you tell me exactly what it is you are craving, I can see you think and knowing your reticence, I pretend to be oblivious. You usually depend on me to take the lead, but I wonder if tonight you will finally overcome your shyness and tell me directly or if I will have to draw it slowly out of you, snaring each word with a caress. You open your mouth, close it, open it again but nothing emerges. By now I am not sure what is more distracting—watching your mounting frustration or the pout of your lower lip. You run a shaking hand through your hair, roughly adjust your glasses and take a deep breath:

“Treize…”

Yes, I know … yes I understand exactly, I whisper elatedly at your unexpected boldness. Behind your knees … your chest … the place beneath your ear? But of course, and gladly so. Where? What was that you just said? I’m afraid you’ll have to speak up just a little, my sweet. My voice is teasing.

It seems your bravery has reached its end. Flustered, you break away and murmur something about cleaning the kitchen, something about a bath and a book before bed. Even in your present state of discomfiture, this is more than I hoped for in weeks. Do you honestly expect me to leave it like this? I tug on your sweater just as your foot touches the step. When I kiss the soft inside of your elbow, your eyes go wide and goosebumps race over your skin. Come, leave the kitchen, forget the bath, abandon the damned book. There’ll be time enough for those in the morning. For now, lets lock the doors against this cold January evening and you can show me exactly what you need beneath the covers. Don’t worry, just touch me and nothing else needs to be said.
End

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Masquerade: Dance of the Phoenix

admin — Wed, 09 Jul 2008 17:29:33 +0000

I make no claim to any of the Gundam Wing characters. This story is written for my, and hopefully others’ enjoyment and not for monetary profit.

Masquerade: Dance of the Phoenix
by Michalyn
Rating: MA

Summary: At a masquerade ball, Wufei is drawn into the arms of an enigmatic stranger. Companion piece to Masquerade: How the Wolf Ate the Samurai.

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How could I not notice him when he looked so fetching? I had expected his costume to be something that would recall his ancestry, but I should have known my Wufei would not be so predictable. Tonight, he had opted for a flair of the fantastical: snug pants, smartly-heeled shoes and that wonderful extravagance of a shirt with its frothy neck of ruffles. A flamenco dancer. It suited him perfectly. Moreover, with his dark hair and warm complexion he was primed for the part.

I wondered if he had chosen his outfit or if his friends had had a say in this magnificent choice of attire. Certainly the Wufei I had known would never have selected anything so dramatic. Whatever the cause, I was thrilled to see him this way, for I have always thought of him as having a dancer’s carriage. Needless to say, I was enchanted with him. As mesmerized as I was, though, I was hesitant to move closer lest he become suspicious. It would not do to turn him away before I even began my seduction so I lingered in the shadows, longing for him.

During war, every day seems like a million years, but I had forgotten how quickly time flies, especially for the young. Yes, I know 27 does not exactly qualify me for the nursing home, but I have never really felt young and especially not recently. The effects of the intervening years though, had never been more noticeable to me than tonight.

Wufei had been a sweet-faced boy when I knew him, but now, there was no denying he was a man, and an exquisite one at that. That smooth forehead, those graceful cheekbones…. Oh, gone was the unfurled bud of boyhood; here was the flower of beauty in full bloom. Just a glimpse of the curve of his profile set my heart racing.

It troubled me that he had been alone all evening, a fact that reinforced my suspicion that not only was the choice of his costume not his, but that he was also probably attending to appease his friends. Not that I wanted him to be twirling on the dance floor in some other man’s arms (after all, where would that leave me?) but I hated what it implied. It pained me even more to know I was the cause. However else he might have changed since I last saw him, Wufei’s guilt clearly remained.

I stepped forward from my hiding place near one of the columns and had to draw myself up short, else I would have collided with yet another “Treize”. I had spotted no less than three men in that particular costume tonight. I smirked. Whatever else might be said, clearly the rumors of my death have been greatly exaggerated.

Not that I didn’t have my own share of woes during those agonizing months in the hospital and the equally grueling physical therapy that followed. Even now I still could not escape the occasional pang, but it amused me to think that I had become something of an archetype. After all, that was what all these costumes were, I mused, adjusting my own mask. I was still chuckling to myself when I noticed Wufei’s expression as Treize #2 walked by. The most convincing of the three, he was half-turned away from Wufei and in profile, even I had to admit the resemblance was impressive. The painful spasm that ran through Wufei’s cheek though, as the man sailed by was enough to hurl all my reticence out the door. Making sure my mask was securely in place, I approached him.

“You don’t seem to be enjoying the party.”

Wufei was standing off to the side near one of the room’s Corinthian columns, just as I had previously been. My voice is not quite what it used to be as you might well imagine, being somewhat huskier than Wufei would have remembered it and so he showed not even a flicker of recognition as I spoke.

I knew I did not have to worry about him recognizing my face since my mask was fitted enough and its feathers high enough to conceal even part of my hair—from the front at least. Which bird, you ask? Why the phoenix of course. The beauty of the masquerade is that when it comes to costuming the cliché always imparts the greatest degree of mystery.

As for the rest of my outfit, I had settled on a simple black tuxedo. The only hint at my former identity was in the white gloves, which covered my hands, the latter partly due to vanity (there were faint scars on the backs of my hands and across my wrists), and mostly because I had dreamed of seeing them against Wufei’s naked skin.

Wufei looked at me now with an expression of boredom and seemed ready to ignore me as he had all the other men who had approached him tonight (and yes, I had counted them) until his eyes met mine. For a moment I held my breath, afraid that my secret had been discovered.

Not many people possess the shade of blue that is my eyes. In particular, the striations in my irises are quite distinct to anyone who has had the opportunity to observe them at close range, which Wufei certainly would have on more than one occasion. If anyone could un-mask me at a glance, it would be him … or Milliardo but the other I did not have to worry about since it was through the assistance of my old friend that I was here in the first place.

Wufei stared at me oddly for a moment before shaking his head. “I suppose it’s tolerable.”

Thank goodness. I was safe.

“Merely tolerable? A lovely young man like you should be dancing or if not in an embrace of another kind. Don’t you know that at a masquerade nothing is taboo, no encounter too forbidden? Surely, something must have caught your interest.” I let my gaze fall over him as I said so, knowing he would catch my meaning.

Again I could see confusion flicker over Wufei’s features as he stared at me, momentarily speechless. He was frowning and I knew what his dilemma was and exactly what was going through his beautiful head. My words had not snared him, for surely he had received many such propositions this night. He was trying to “place” me. Perhaps figure out why my stance, the graceful movements of my hands as I spoke reminded him of a lost love from long ago. Good, things were progressing quite nicely, if I did say so myself. Still, Wufei was not quite where I wanted him yet. I had intrigued him, but he was still too suspicious, too wary of me to be ready for what I had planned.

I wanted to make love to him.

Yes, I had captured his attention but I needed him more pliant still. I am a man who is never afraid to use every tool at his disposal to achieve his goals, and if I recalled correctly, Wufei is something of a lightweight when it comes to alcohol. It was probably the reason he’d been nursing the same glass of champagne all night. No, it’s not what you’re thinking. I did not want him drunk, but he was so far from relaxed that I wanted to put some warmth in his veins. I wanted to remind him that there was fire within him still.

I led him over to the bar and he followed me as if in a dream. I could feel his eyes on my back, could hear the hesitancy in his step as with each of my own I became more familiar to him. He knew the rhythm of my strides, and watching me, I knew Wufei’s thoughts were racing. Though he could not see my face, from behind he would realize my hair was the same burnished shade he remembered. “Dare I believe what I am seeing?” he no doubt wondered. I was leading him on a merry chase, never mind he was the one behind and I the one in front at the moment.

“Wine?” I asked, turning to him again. I had chosen an aromatic Pinot Noir, rich with the melded flavors of black cherry, currant and creamy vanilla—a testament to the host’s refined tastes. Its flavor was lost on Wufei though as he readily accepted my proffered glass, downing much of it in one gulp. I unsettled him that badly. It was hard not to feel a delicious thrill at that knowledge. Wufei was staring intently at my mask again and when I met his gaze, he cleared his throat and gave a nervous little laugh.

“Ah … did I catch your name?”

“No, you did not.” I chuckled as I slowly sipped my wine. It really was top notch. My smile broadened as a furrow darkened Wufei’s brow when I did not offer any more information about my identity. “But you’re free to tell me yours,” I added. I was purring, but I could not help it. The chase had well and truly begun now.

Wufei’s frown deepened. “Wufei,” he blurted much to my surprise—and his own too if the stunned look on his face was any indication. He was quite adorably puzzled and when I laughed he looked at the glass in his hand as if it were somehow to blame. Good good. I lay my fingers on his upper arm and his muscles jumped at my touch. His eyes were wide, his pulse throbbing visibly in his throat as I finished my wine and drew him toward me. His skin was hot beneath the thin cotton of his shirt. Even through the double layer of my gloves, he scorched me.

“Shall we dance?”

“Yes,” he murmured breathlessly, dropping his glass on a nearby table as we moved toward the dance floor. I pressed my hand against his lower back, locking his hips with mine and his eyelids fluttered shut as our pelvises rubbed sinuously. The sight of his lowered lashes and flushed cheeks set my blood thrumming. I had stolen his voice, his breath and I meant to reclaim his heart before the night was done.

The music throbbed in a deep subterranean pulse, punctuated by a moaning bass and keening violin. It was a jazzy avant-garde tune that had Wufei moving like a flame in my hands. Did I not say his costume was fitting? Rather than being a practiced dancer, he had a natural instinct for rhythm and his moves were fresh, un-self-conscious and utterly sensual. If he’d only looked beyond our joined hands he would have seen the small crowd of admirers on the fringe of the dance floor. As it was, it never occurred to Wufei to look. He must have felt my gaze, however, for he opened his eyes and spared me a questioning glance.

“What?”

How was I supposed to answer that? He was so lovely and with his body pressed so close to mine, I knew anything that came out of my mouth right then would be either ridiculously poetic or obscene, for I wanted to tell him in explicit detail just what his touch did to me. Instead I merely shook my head and held him securely. The lights were low and his eyes were dark, so it was hard to tell, but as I gazed down at him I felt sure that his pupils were dilated. I knew for a fact his breath was coming just a tad too fast to be from dancing alone. Of course, there was more compelling evidence as well as his thigh burned along mine. Wufei was moving swiftly towards arousal and I shuddered as I imagined the musk of his passion mingled with the salt on his skin.

I think we were both drunk by then but it had nothing to do with the wine. Well at least not on my part. Though he still had his wits about him Wufei was a bit tipsy I could tell, from the languid, easy way he moved. When he was sober there was always a rigidity to him, even when relaxed—he built his emotional walls so high around him. Now that brittle outer crust had unraveled and the Wufei before me was the molten essence of the man himself.

By then, my breath was coming a little too fast too. Probably faster than his. You see, it was one thing to be one of those admirers at the edge of the crowd, watching him and imagining what other secrets his supple body held, but I knew for sure that the roll of his hips was only an echo of a movement far hotter, far more sensuous than the one visible now.

Do you think for a minute I forgot one detail about him in the time we were separated? In fact, each memory was only magnified in the painful days that stretched behind us. He had been my hope for death in the chaos of war, and in peace his memory gave me my will to live. When I was finally well enough, and Milliardo deemed me strong enough, he told me about Wufei: How he had changed but also how he was still alone, how my “death” had devastated him. But the time had never been quite right to make my appearance so I waited and hoped he would not find someone else. I had been waiting for this night from the moment I woke up in that hospital room and discovered I was not in hell just yet.

Wufei had closed his eyes again as the music down-shifted to a slower beat. I did not care what was playing, I was simply content to follow where he led me. You know, I had never had the chance to hold him like this without having to rush. It was an indescribable luxury, just holding him for the sheer pleasure of his body against mine. A pain as sweet and clear as sunlight pierced through me then. For all my fantasies I had not imagined it would be so good, and we had not even gotten to the bed yet. Even after all this time, our bodies had not forgotten each other. He still fitted perfectly in my arms. Perhaps the head beneath my chin was a bit higher than it had been before, and the muscles shifting beneath my palms were more defined, but these only made him more enchanting. I did not want him to be a doll frozen in time. It had always been the vital energy burning hotly through him that made him so precious to me.

I had had enough of dancing, and just as I was about to suggest we find more engaging pursuits Wufei murmured huskily in my ear. His boldness made me tremble like a man with a fever, which, in all fairness was indeed the state of things at the moment. Suffice it to say, we had no trouble finding the stairs. I saw Milliardo bent close to Heero when we trailed by and he smiled as I nodded subtly in acknowledgment. He had a mission of his own tonight with his blue-eyed samurai.

Wufei had been leading me confidently to the second floor but once we got there he faltered. Caught up in the moment he had not thought out exactly where we would continue our rendezvous and he looked now at the row of closed doors in embarrassment. Thankfully I was well prepared. Without missing a beat, I ushered him into the room I’d reserved, making sure to lock the door behind me. Then, I approached him.

He reached for my mask first, but I gently swatted his hands away. No, I was not ready to reveal all just yet. Wufei seemed disappointed but allowed me to kiss him anyway. The taste of wine was still on his tongue and I moaned as he pressed his mouth eagerly against mine. From his kiss I knew I was no longer the only one who’d visited his bed and I admit I was jealous. I wondered darkly if it had been one of the other pilots or someone else, but in the end it wasn’t important. I was glad he had not denied himself that fulfillment and—he would box my ears if I said it—what came quite naturally to him. I don’t think Wufei has ever really comprehended the passion that burns in him.

After waiting so long, I was eager to undress him so I knelt to remove his socks and shoes, while he held onto my shoulders to keep from wobbling. I guess when I rose, he thought it would be his turn to have his way, for he immediately grabbed my lapels and tried to slide my jacket off my shoulders but I wanted to remain clothed for a while longer. Making a disapproving sound deep in my throat, I guided his hands down to my waist again.

“But…” he began, and as sympathetic as I felt, I knew the moment I discarded my clothes, my control would be discarded with them. Before Wufei could voice a more vehement objection, I kissed him roughly, distracting him from the nimble work of my fingers. He still tried to reach me, but each time I maneuvered deftly out of his grasp, much to his frustration. I was delighted to discover however, that the convenient part of having Wufei not know my name was that most of his protests died halfway on his lips as he did not know whom to address them to.

There was a deep velvet chair across from the bed and in the firelight the plush upholstery gleamed ruby red. When I had Wufei naked I made him sink onto that velvet softness, my gloved hands trailing up and down his thighs. His hair was loose about his face and his eyes were heavy-lidded as he looked down at me in anticipation. I don’t know what he was expecting, but when I spread him, hooking his legs over the arms of the chair, he made a startled sound and hot color burned in his cheeks.

All right, perhaps I lied a little when I said I was not jealous, for as his blush deepened I could not help thinking smugly that whoever his lovers had been, they clearly had not understood the art of seduction if this was still new to him. I suspected then that those encounters had been little more than fevered gropings in the dark having more to do with simple satisfaction than anything resembling lovemaking.

He was experienced enough to not try to cover himself but scandalized would have been mild for the expression on his face just then. I’m sure you can well imagine the picture he made like that, his smooth skin against that velvet and all his treasures laid bare for me. I confess I never had any thoughts of restraining myself. Watching his face, I caressed him between his legs. Specifically, I rolled his balls in my palm, tugging them gently away from his body for they had already begun to tighten and not only did I not want him coming just yet, but I also knew how maddening my gloved hands must feel against his naked flesh.

“You … no…” Wufei moaned as I repeated the movement. His thighs clenched rhythmically against the arms of the chair but even if he’d wanted to close them, he would have been unable to as I’d wedged myself between them to allow me comfortable access to the most delectable parts of him. His erection twitched against his belly and I could see the tip was becoming wet. For a moment I couldn’t breathe and I had to pause to rally my senses. I was close enough now that I could smell the musk of his arousal, a clean, wild scent that was uniquely Wufei. I could think of nothing more intoxicating, as I leaned closer still.

Am I a greedy man? Well, yes. Wufei has a beautiful body and I loved to touch him. I saw no need to pretend otherwise. He was good and well aroused from my fondling and I lapped at the slit of his cock, my eyes closing at the first taste of him. Wufei is incredibly sensitive, but I know just how much pressure to apply with the warm rasp of my tongue to make it good for him. I was not disappointed as a heated litany stuttered from his lips. I think he must have completely forgotten about my mask or the fact that I was dressed. In his desperation, he had raised himself slightly above the chair, but of course this only aided me as my fingers ghosted between his cheeks. I circled his entrance and he gave a surprised shout.

“Do you enjoy that?” I wanted to know.

“Yes … yes,” he gusted out on a tangled breath. His hot open admission excited me, and my own fervor mounted. I wanted to slip my fingers deep into his snug heat, but belatedly I realized the lubricant was on the stand near the bed, so I kept circling him with just the pads of my fingers, taking great delight in the delicate spasms that seized him every time I probed just a little. He was quite eager to have me and it seemed such a waste to have nothing to offer him in return because of a foolish oversight on my part. He was not in the best position for the pleasure I intended, but I thought it would be all right to linger just a moment before moving to the bed.

I leisurely stroked his cock, grasping his hot trembling flesh and moving up and down his shaft. At the apex of the caress, I added an expert twist, gently squeezing the rosy plum-shaped head of him. He groaned when I did it, so I was careful to do it again. I kept my touch sure but light, since I was still wearing my gloves and it would have been a tragedy indeed to chafe him. Luckily there was no danger of that as Wufei made gasping breathy sounds as I continued to stroke him. He was rolling his hips into the tunnel of my palm in a way that was deliciously wanton, a sinuous undulation that became jerkier and much more desperate whenever I paused (quite diabolically) to press my thumb against the weeping tip of him or to tease gently beneath his foreskin.

“Please,” Wufei begged me. He had thrown his head back and a fine sheen of sweat gleamed on his skin. “Please, please,” he kept urging but I would have no pity on him. A string of blistering curses tumbled from his lips and because I am a wicked man who wanted to see every last modicum of his control crumble, I patted his saucy little bottom with my free hand, spread his cheeks and began kissing him right between those lovely globes.

At the first touch of my tongue, all the breath whooshed out of Wufei and his entire body started a helpless trembling. He was so stunned that he made a mewling sound and went completely silent. Really, his chest was rising and falling so rapidly, I think he didn’t moan because he simply could not catch his breath. What I was doing to him was such a singular pleasure, that it can actually take some time for the body to register exactly what is being done—partly because the sensation is so unique and partly because the first time no one ever quite believes you’re doing precisely what it is they think you’re doing. Wufei was no different. He went from confusion to shock to a wide-eyed disbelief that froze his limbs. No matter, the agile probe of my tongue quickly melted him. Throughout it all, I never stopped stroking him and from the glazed look on his face, I’d say he approved.

In the past, so much of our energies were focused on merely finding a safe opportunity to meet that when we finally fell into bed it was inevitably to a frenzied coupling. There had been no time to indulge in this kind of teasing foreplay, and I was happy to be the one to introduce it to him. I wanted him quite badly, but I was also filled with a great tenderness. He was finally here in my arms and I could hardly believe it. Even as I guided him away from the chair toward the bed (his knees were shaking poor thing) I could not escape the expanding feeling in my chest.

This time, when Wufei reached for my jacket, I let him undress me. I had expected him to remove it right away as he had attempted to before, but instead, he slipped his hands under the material and around to my back, caressing along my spine with an eagerness that could only be described as greedy. He was so delectable, so damn ferocious that I could not help it; I crushed my lips against his and our groans mingled together. Wufei nipped my shoulder and his fingers dug into my back. Behind me, his hands disappeared unerringly beneath the waistband of my trousers, while in front, Wufei bit at my chest, mouthing my nipples through the fabric of my shirt, wetting the material till it bloomed transparent. I didn’t remember him ever being this aggressive in the past, and with his young body pressed against mine, I had to fight to keep from coming right then and there.

When Wufei’s fingers ghosted over the cleft of my buttocks, I groaned. Those devilish fingers pressed deeper and I rose on tiptoe, nearly toppling us both in the process. Wufei’s laugh was rough and knowing as he slid down my body. He was having a fine time torturing me, the little minx. My briefs and trousers were about my ankles before I knew what was happening and Wufei was kneeling before me, rubbing the cool softness of his cheek against my erection in a gesture that was at once affectionate and cat-like. I knew what he was about to do and my hands trembled in his hair.

“Wufei…” I moaned as he took me into his mouth, paying me back many times over for my earlier teasing. My thumbs mapped the arch of his cheekbones and the hollowed indent of his cheeks as he suckled me. Even as he bobbed his head up and down, and his tongue traced the deep vein on the underside of my cock, he was looking at me, gaze smoky and hooded, his eyes burning through my mask. I held my breath, my heart pounding in my ears. My nerves felt singed, my entire body branded. He may not have known who I really was behind my mask but what passed between us then was undeniably a moment of primal recognition.

One of Wufei’s hands had slipped between my legs and he was alternately tugging and caressing my balls in such a gentle, focused way that I wanted to shout. Whenever I seemed to get particularly impatient he would slip further back to rub along the cleft of my buttocks so that the movement was both a warning and a promise. When I stifled a groan to keep from coming, and my breath came shuddery and fast, he laughed that low husky laugh of his again and his fingers, quick and mischievous massaged my prostate from the outside.

There is nothing immodest about admitting that I am a superlative lover, but after having been separated from Wufei for so long, I knew I would not be able to stand up much longer under his sensual assault. Reluctantly dissuading him from his task at my feet, I pulled him up and led him to the bed. As we pulled back the covers, there was a sudden thump against the door and a commotion in the hall that sounded suspiciously like Heero’s gruff reprimanding voice and Milliardo’s much more amused chuckle, but with Wufei urging me to finish undressing, you can hardly blame me for not giving it much thought. I removed everything I had been wearing with the exception of my mask, and with no little eagerness knelt on the bed. Wufei frowned and reached for my face, growling, “Take off the damn mask!”

At first, I gently refused, understanding his desire to want to see my face, but something about the thought of making love to him as I was, appealed to me unbearably, and when he became more adamant I had no choice but to use the broad red sash that had been tied so smartly about his waist to bind his hands to the bedpost above his head. Well, he grumbled and made a number of vociferous protests, but really, he had no one but himself to blame for his current predicament and now that I had him at my mercy I was not fool enough to let him go.

Wufei has the smoothest skin of anyone I know and the position I had him in exposed his silky armpits, paler than the rest of his body. I’m not sure what it was, but something about seeing that ordinary yet oddly vulnerable part of him made my chest ache. Maybe I was just getting sentimental after all these years or maybe it was not his vulnerability, but a reminder of my own that left me so moved. Whatever it was, I appreciated his pose on many levels. Wufei however, appeared much less enthusiastic for he was still jerking at his bonds and demanding to be let go. Clearly he had not come to see the advantages of the situation—yet. I would be sure to thoroughly instruct him.

With Wufei’s hands above his head, and his chest bowed toward me as he continued to test his restraints, I was free to play with his nipples, which up till that point I had ignored. I nibbled and sucked at them, all the while stroking him between his legs, so that he squirmed and whimpered quite deliciously. His breath was escaping him in hot puffs and I could tell he was trying not to cry out. His scrunched-up face was so adorable that I had to pause to kiss his cheek, he was concentrating so hard, the darling. It was no easy thing putting on the condom, for even the slightest touches threatened to hurtle me over the edge. Indeed, Wufei did not help my resolve any by the avid way he watched me put it on.

Propping a pillow under his hips so that he was comfortable, I began preparing him. Like before, I spread him wide, and this time I had the lubricant well within reach. Visually, the arrangement was also quite pleasing. His cock was darkly flushed and beneath his tightened sac, I could see the small puckered entrance to his body. When I slid in past the first knuckle, I had to pause to catch my breath. He was so snug that imagining that tight silkiness caressing my cock made me moan. I could see the quivering of his thighs as I added another slick finger and his hips began that slow sensuous undulation I had seen before.

How can I describe it except to say he took my breath away, made fire burn in my veins until I could barely think? I stroked him in a leisurely rhythm, feeling the heat of his body spill onto my palm with every caress. Knowing I could make him more wanton yet, I rubbed against the small node deep within him. He cried out, fingers clenching in the sheets. He shook his head from side to side, dark hair clinging to his damp skin.

“You … enough …end it now … please.”

I badly wanted to continue caressing him this way, watching passion transform him with each movement of my fingers, but I had to admit I was at the end of my own tether. I could also see a few milky drops beading the tip of Wufei’s erection as he fought for control and since my desire to have him come while I was buried in him was stronger than my desire to tease him, I finally gave in.

Still, the proof of his pleasure was too delectable to resist. Positioning myself between his legs, I leaned forward to steal a kiss to the tip of that sweet penis. He was as delicious as I remembered, more so, for my having not tasted him in so long. Wufei was not expecting my kiss and he gave a hoarse cry, his back arching violently. I took advantage of his surprise to reach between our bodies and guide my cock into him. He was tight … tight… I paused, trembling as the sensation grabbed me by the balls. Damned if I was going to lose it now that we had come this far.

Wufei flopped back onto the pillows, groaning as I slowly pressed into him. I varied the pace, thrusting deeply, then pistoning into him with shorter faster strokes. He was moaning now loudly and continuously and I could feel the squeezing of his muscles as too late, he tried to keep me inside.

“Don’t—” he jerked against his bonds so that the bed creaked and I feared he would hurt his wrists.

“Easy, easy, My Love,” I whispered, slipping naturally into the endearment.

“You say that, but you deliberately… Oh!”

I laughed as his eyes fluttered shut. He was very close I could tell. I knew it would only take a little more to unravel the last of his control and I devilishly set about ensuring it. I wanted to see him come right then and there. When I pulled back again, however, this time, Wufei’s knees tightened about my torso before I could withdraw. In the golden light of the lamp, his expression was soft and yearning, more open than I had ever seen it. His eyes traced my features, lingering on my mask and the blue gaze behind it. I untied his wrists and let him touch me then.

Something unspoken must have passed between us for he merely held me and did not try to remove my mask. He touched my cheek and I stared at him, caught in that dark tender look. I wondered what he was thinking. His fingers smoothed over my shoulders and I wondered if he noticed the scars … if he felt their faint lines beneath those sensitive fingertips.

“Tell me your name,” he murmured, but I shook my head.

“Please … I … I feel like we have met,” he said gruffly. “It sounds ridiculous, but I cannot shake the feeling that it is true.”

I wanted to tell him everything but I confess, with the moment of reckoning upon me I became gripped by fear. I did not want to lose him again. During my recovery I had imagined joyful reunion after joyful reunion as I lay in the hospital. Did I believe things would really turn out that way? I had to, for to entertain otherwise would have been to court despair.

Now though, I wondered how much of my expectations were real and how much were fueled by desperate optimism. What if Wufei despised me for choosing him to be the agent of my demise? Only a little while ago I had been struck by his solemn face at the party and the evidence of his suffering. Why should he welcome me into his arms again? Worse, what if he was indifferent? This fiery, passionate young man had clearly built up a world of experience. Would I shine so brightly in his eyes now that he had the vantage point of time and a string of lovers to compare me to? It is both my greatest strength and greatest weakness that I am no longer the man I used to be. I could not answer him with words; my only hope was to capture him instead with my body.

I remembered how I used to lie with him curled against my chest, his frantic heartbeat echoing my own. I would not give up, I thought with new determination as Wufei moved restlessly against me. I still knew what drove him wild.

“Tell me your name,” he begged, but I had already started to move. I pulled almost all the way out, then slid back home. Slowly and deliberately, again and again. Wufei shivered and cried and between our bodies his cock leaked a steady wetness. Taking him in my grasp, I stroked him in time to my thrusts. I aimed for the pleasure spot within him just as my thumb found the flared ridge at his head and he made a sighing, tremulous sound.

“Who are you? Who are you?” he kept repeating. “I know this … I know…” his voice fractured to a groan and in the next moment, his hot release spattered against my belly.

It was good, perfect, exactly as I had wanted it. Now that I had him, I never wanted to let him go. While he panted and clung to my shoulders, I embraced him even more tightly. I didn’t pull out but kept moving in the same inexorable rhythm—like we were the only two people in the world … like this night of masks and secrets would never end. And sweet thing that he was, Wufei stroked me from within, his sleek muscles squeezing and caressing my cock until I could hold out no more. My hoarse cry filled the stillness and I was mortified to find myself forcing back tears. Really, I think I had become too caught up in the moment. Normally, I am quite stalwart under any kind of pressure. I had been waiting so long to hold him I must have exhausted myself.

In that darkened room, Wufei spoke quietly and tenderly to me, his hands stroking along my back in soothing circles. I could not make out his words, but as I lay in his arms, his warm voice was an incredible comfort. All I could think of was how beautiful and strong he was, and how much I had missed him. How lonely it had been these long three years…. Wufei cradled my head, his hands smoothing along the bright feathers of my mask. I could feel the hesitation in his hands and the fact that they were trembling.

“May I?” he whispered.

By then I had already decided that I was a fool to play the coward. Kissing each of Wufei’s rough palms, I guided them to the back of my head. He began unknotting the tie which held my mask in place and the feathers, bright and burning, rustled beneath his touch. I could feel my mask becoming looser with each movement and tightening my arms around my newfound lover, I leaned forward, eager for the moment when it would completely fall away.

End

Author’s note: While a night of revelations continues in this room, things are just heating up for Zechs and Heero. Please read Devichick’s absolutely delicious sequel called Masquerade: How the Wolf Ate the Samurai. I don’t know when was the last time I read something so sizzling. Really, she promised me she would only write it if I finished this so you can thank her for me not being a procrastinator for once … well not as bad as a procrastinator as usual. >_< What are you still doing here? Go on and start reading!

Truce

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Chicken Soup
Truce

I make no claim to any of the Gundam Wing characters. This story is written for my, and hopefully others’ enjoyment and not for monetary profit. A huge thanks to Diane and Anasazi for the beta.

Truce
by Michalyn
Rating: M

“Treize, I don’t know about this….” Wufei’s hands stilled over another glossy photograph. “I don’t think any of these are for me.” He closed the magazine and set down his glasses. Even in the low lamplight of the bedroom, Treize could see the flush mounting his cheeks.

“What?” Treize looped an arm around him, pulling Wufei close until they were both nestled against the pillows. “You’re giving up already?”

“I’m not giving up,” Wufei bristled. “It’s just….” He frowned, floundering.

“Tell me,” Treize probed, unsurprised at Wufei’s resistance. Even under the best circumstances it would have taken some coaxing to get his reticent husband to open up to such an idea. As it stood now, Wufei’s natural shyness was coupled with embarrassment and not a little resentment. He was tense against Treize, his shoulders hunched in a hostile line.

Treize kneaded the knotted muscles, encouraging him to relax. When Wufei didn’t respond, he sighed.

“Come now,” he reminded him gently.”Remember what Dr. Mussman said?”

If Wufei was ambivalent before, he became completely resistant at the mention of the doctor’s name.

“Dr. Mussman was your idea. I still don’t think we need a therapist.”

Wufei’s tone was crisp, but what Treize heard in his voice was hurt and maybe a little fear. He also knew him well enough to know if they didn’t begin trying to confront this, he would simply retreat until the subject couldn’t be broached at all. And that was the last thing they needed. For all his conviction in honor and responsibility, Wufei had a remarkable knack for ignoring the things he did not want to face. It stung a little—no, a lot—knowing after all they had been through, and despite his best efforts, Wufei still didn’t trust him.

“Fei … wasn’t she right? Wasn’t what she had to say useful?” Treize asked, careful to tamp down his own frustration and rising anger. Wufei always made things so difficult.

Wufei looked away and Treize’s lips thinned. Christ he could be stubborn! “You promised to at least try. Are you going to go back on your word, now?”

Wufei’s look was mutinous. “I never promised anything.”

“Damn it, you are not going to do this.” Treize clenched his fingers, wishing he could shake some sense into Wufei. “You’re not going to put me off of this—not this time. I’ve been patient, walking on eggshells for an entire year, but god damn it, Wufei, you’re not the only one in this relationship and I have a right to know what happened.”

“Nothing happened.” Wufei gritted through clenched teeth. “Why can’t you just—”

“No.” Treize’s gaze fell to high-necked pajamas Wufei always wore to bed. “When my husband flinches from my touch, we have a problem.”

“That’s not true,” Wufei began slowly. “I always welcome your touch.” Red-faced, he jabbed a finger at the abandoned magazine. “Sheila Mussman is wrong. We don’t need these … toys. Isn’t our sex life fine as it is? I like when we make love. Why do we have to bring these things between us?” Wufei stared at his hands. “If you’re bored with me….”

Treize frowned. “That was a cheap shot and you know it.”

“Is it?” Wufei asked. “I warned you what you were getting into when we met: I’m not sexy or ‘hot’or whatever you want to call it. I like things simple. You chose not to believe it. Or maybe you told yourself you could change me. I don’t know.” Wufei made a curt motion. “How can you blame me for that now?”

Treize couldn’t believe what he was hearing. More than anything, knowing how patient he had been, particularly in the beginning when Wufei wouldn’t let anyone near him, the insinuation hurt. Did Wufei truly think so little of him? Treize studied his husband.

“Blame?” He shook his head. “This goes far beyond ‘liking things simple’ as you put it. The truth is Martin Rider is in bed with us every time we make love. You refuse to talk about your relationship with him, but I’m not such a fool as you think me to be. I’ve had my suspicions for a long time now and not damn a thing has changed to disprove them. And if they’re correct—” Gods, if they were correct…. Treize swallowed.”That bastard better pray I never find him.”

Wufei winced at the mention of his ex-lover. It was the first time either of them had spoken his name aloud. They had danced around it before, Wufei sealing himself off and Treize making veiled references in an attempt to placate him. Well, no more.

“Wufei….”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” Wufei was turning on his side, preparing to shut him out utterly. It was a customary response that for all his love for his husband, Treize couldn’t think of as anything but selfish.

“Don’t I?” Treize shot forward, pressing Wufei into the mattress and nudging his legs apart in the same movement. He reached between their bodies to cup Wufei’s genitals, and the smaller man, already half turned away and unprepared for a confrontation, struggled, instinctively shielding himself. “No!” Wufei gasped his eyes white with fear and unseeing. His arm came up, striking Treize in the face. “Stop!”

Treize stilled. He rolled over, wiping at his bleeding lip. “How do you explain that?”

Wufei’s breathing was harsh, his face ashen — haunted — as he stared at Treize’s bloodied mouth. The trembling that had started in his hands spread now to his entire body. “Sorry, sorry…. I don’t know what … I wasn’t expecting….” He scrambled over, trying to see to the wound. “Forgive me … I … let me get something.” He started to rise but Treize stayed him.

“It isn’t important.” He searched Wufei’s features. “Wufei I’m not going to leave this alone. When Sheila recommended the toys as a means of building trust, I thought it would be simple. Now I see how much we needed it.” Wufei opened his mouth to protest, but Treize shook his head, refusing to be deterred. “Tell me what just happened, Wufei. It’s not the first time and until we do something about it, it won’t be the last.”

Too careful of his husband’s feelings, Treize had never tried to provoke Wufei before. Tonight, however, he felt it was necessary to prove his point. They had been married for a year, lovers for longer. Yet, at his best, Wufei was skittish; at his worst, he went to great lengths to try to control their lovemaking. He enjoyed caressing Treize, but when it was Treize’s turn to tease and touch, Wufei became uncertain. He liked making love but insisted on “not too much pleasure”. Treize liked to linger afterwards, simply talking and memorizing by touch, the beauty of Wufei’s nakedness, but Wufei was shy about his body and too eager, Treize thought, to wash away the evidence of their mutual pleasure. He was always hiding, always on his guard and Treize had exhausted all his options. It was time for a change.

Wufei lowered his head. “You surprised me, that’s all. That’s why I asked you before, not to…. I don’t do well with sudden movements … not when it comes to … not here.”

“Here?” Treize studied the dark head. “You mean in bed.” It wasn’t a question.

Wufei hesitated. “Yes.”

Treize moved to embrace him. At first it seemed Wufei would resist, but he relaxed, allowing himself to be pulled close.

“Love, what did he do? I know about his mind games, but that’s not all is it?” Treize took a deep breath, blood churning with rage at even the thought of something so horrible. “Wufei, did he … did he ra—”

“No! Please.” Wufei stiffened. “It’s nothing like that.”

“Then tell me,” Treize urged. “Whatever it is, it’s certainly serious enough to get you so upset.”

“You’re making too much of this. You know I don’t have much experience when it comes to sex. I’m … I’m not good at it.” Wufei scowled. “I’m not responsive so Martin would … would … try to make me react.”

Treize was so livid he could barely trust himself to speak. “Make you react?” he said very carefully.

Wufei nodded and the hopeful look he turned to Treize as if he were somehow to blame for the bastard’s abuse twisted Treize’s vitals.

“He said I wasn’t spontaneous, so he tried to surprise me. That way, I wouldn’t know what to expect and respond more naturally.” Wufei’s voice was flat. “It didn’t work. It hurt and I hated being off balance all the time.”

“He hurt you?”

Wufei saw his expression and quickly shook his head. “It was just little things but I never knew which times it would feel good and when it … wouldn’t.” He pressed his lips together.

Treize frowned, knowing Wufei was hedging. “Why wouldn’t it feel good?”

“He would pinch me hard, or squeeze—” Wufei’s face was fiery now. “It was nothing. Mostly my nipples and between my legs….” He gestured helplessly.

“My god,” Treize ground out. “What kind of animal is he?” Wufei was particularly sensitive in these areas, something Treize was more than aware of. It was part of why he enjoyed him so much as a lover, delighting in the fact that he responded so readily to the gentlest of his caresses. It meant however, that one must be gentle, for it was just as easy to cause him pain. That someone would deliberately try to hurt him, was nothing short of cruel.

“First of all, you need to forget this garbage about not being good in bed.” Treize’s voice was fierce as he pressed Wufei to his chest. “You’re wonderful, desirable and respond to my touch as no other. Rider wasn’t interested in your pleasure but in his own depravity. He abused you physically and emotionally in some twisted game of his, and I can’t tell you how proud I am that you were strong enough to put an end to it.”

Wufei’s brow was furrowed. “No. It wasn’t abuse,” he insisted.

“Wufei…,”

“I am not defenseless. I could have stopped him….” His voice wavered, uncertain.

That Wufei was stilling trying to absolve Rider of the blame was testament enough to the havoc the relationship had wreaked on his self-esteem. Treize shook his head. “Wufei, gods, I would never hurt you in that way.”

“I know. Treize….” Wufei looped his arm around his neck, pulling him downwards and planting an awkward kiss at the side of his mouth. “I don’t want to talk anymore.” His hands, small and soft, stroked up and down his torso then disappeared, without warning, beneath the waistband of his boxers. Wufei boldly took hold of him and Treize groaned, hips surging forward.

“Wufei … fuck.” Treize clutched at the sheets, shuddering. But Wufei was intent on his purpose, kissing his face and throat and chest, all the while stroking him in a hot, implacable rhythm, his thumb pressing against the wet tip of him at the pinnacle of the caress. He moved lower, gently cupping and rolling Treize’s testicles and all was lost. He tried to hold back, shocked at being so quickly undone, but it was futile. Seized by a wave of intense pleasure, he could do nothing but surrender the offering Wufei demanded of him.

Treize collapsed against the pillows, panting. He shucked off the boxers already pushed half-way down his thighs and watched as Wufei wiped his hands with the corner of the sheet, then dabbed at Treize’s own belly.

“Come here.” He smiled, burying his fingers in Wufei’s hair. The kiss he gave him was soft and languid, echoing the rhythms of a deeper joining. “Chang Wufei, are you trying to distract me?”

Wufei bit his lip, dark eyes unreadable. “Is it working?”

Treize laughed, a little sad. “No … no, I’m afraid it isn’t. As magnificent as that was—and it was,” he assured Wufei, seeing his doubtful look, “I wonder that you would feel the need to use such tactics.” He retrieved the magazine with its assortment of dildos and plugs and other paraphernalia and tossed it in the wastepaper basket. “You’re right: We’re not ready for that type of play. Not yet … perhaps not for a long time….”

“I’m sorry, it’s my fault. I….” Wufei clenched his fists. His throat worked convulsively.

“Shh, it’s all right.” Treize turned off the lamp. He lifted the covers and Wufei slid under them, clinging to his side. They were quiet for a long time, with only Wufei’s harsh breathing filling the silence and his lashes wet against Treize’s neck. Treize stroked his hair and wrapped him closer so that he ended up with his back against the pillows and Wufei sprawled against his chest, his small body molded to Treize’s in all its warmth and strength and vulnerability.

And Treize held him and kissed him, murmured soft words and caressed him, and bit by bit Wufei’s breathing slowed. He was at peace.

“Treize?”

“Hmm?”

Wufei gave a shaky sigh. His voice rose hoarse and gravelly in the darkness.”So what are supposed to do now?” Beneath the folds of the blanket his hand found Treize’s and held fast.

Treize smiled. “Sleep. Tomorrow we’ll make some appointments.Together.”

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