Thank you to everybody who reviewed this story

_________________________________________________________ _________________________________

A Small Piece of Heaven

Part 6

LEMON WARNING!!!!!!!

Barcelona was only the beginning. Two weeks later Treize took the blond slave with him to Vienna, and later when he learned that Milliardo had never seen the ocean before the two of them took off to Majorca just for the weekend.
There was no question that Milliardo was thriving under his master's affection. He had changed physically as well as mentally. Treize knew he was finally breaking through the young man's training, and Milliardo's true personality was slowly emerging. He was more self-confident now, and had developed a great sense of humor with a tendency to mischief. The duke found that the young man could also be quite stubborn if he wanted to.

He had an almost child-like curiosity and a never ending thirst for knowledge that amazed his tutor as much as it did Treize.

The horseshow season was over now, and Christmas was coming up in less than a month. Treize smiled softly, as he thought of all the possibilities to spoil his favorite blond that the holiday season would bring.
But no matter how much Milliardo had changed and opened up, the young man he was still apprehensive about physical contact beyond a kiss or a few tender touches. Although he accepted those little caresses, and seemed to enjoy them, he never initiated them. The ex-colonel hoped that this would change after tonight.

Treize looked around to make sure everything was exactly how he wanted it to be. He had plotted this evening like a well-planned battle, - a battle against Milliardo's inner fears - and he intended to win it. He has given Evans the night off and turned off the ringer on the phone, not wanting any interruptions of any kind. Soft music was playing in the background. A large, soft sheepskin rug and several strategically placed pillows in front of the lit fireplace were meant to provide comfort. Treize had stayed out of the bedroom deliberately, trying to keep any memories that might be unpleasant for Milliardo out of the equation. There was a plate with little pastries for them to snack on and a thermos with hot, spiced wine on the table. Now the only thing missing was Milliardo. Treize had sent the young man to the greenhouse to cut some fresh roses, allowing him to get everything set up in the meantime.

It wasn't before long that he heard somebody's footsteps in the hall, then Milliardo's voice. "Master!?"

"In here, Milliardo," he called out from the living room. The blond walked into the room, clad in tight jeans and a white dress shirt. His hands and nose were red from the cold. He looked like he was freezing.

"You were outside dressed like that?" Treize asked. "Why in the world didn't you wear a jacket?"

It was mid November and winter was knocking at the door. Although it was still nice during the daytime at night the temperatures dropped below freezing.
Milliardo shrugged, looking a little sheepish. "I'm sorry, Master. It didn't seem that cold when I left and it's not really that far to the greenhouse."

The ginger blond man smiled inwardly, realizing that this was actually fitting rather nicely into his plan.
"I have something that will help." Treize patted the pillow next to him, indicating to the young man to come and sit down, as he reached for the thermos. He filled two glasses with the dark red liquid, handing one to the blond. Milliardo raised the glass to his nose. The drink smelled of wine, cinnamon and a hint of orange.

"What is it?"
"Glühwein, I believe is what Anne calls it." Treize answered.
"Glühwein?" Milliardo echoed.
"Heated red wine with some spices. Try it; I'm sure you will like it. It will warm you up too."

"It is rather good." Milliardo agreed after taking the first sip.
"Here is another way to help you warm up," the duke whispered as he put his glass aside to pull the younger man into his lap, embracing him with his strong arms. As Milliardo leaned back against his master's chest he felt serene and secure, something he had never imagined he would feel in somebody's arms. Treize picked up his glass again. For a while they just sat there, the ex-colonel playing with Milliardo's silky hair, as they sipped their wine.
"I spoke to Mr. Hamill today, " the duke broke the silence after a few minutes. "He said he was very impressed with the progress you are making in your lessons, Milliardo. I thought you should know that I'm very proud of you. - But I think you could do even better if you had a little bit more confidence in yourself. You are a very intelligent young man; you just need to realize that."

Treize gazed at the younger man. Milliardo looked breathtaking. He was peacefully relaxed, his lips darkened from the wine, his cheeks slightly flushed from the alcohol.

"I think you had enough of that," Treize chuckled as he gently pried the glass out of the blonde's hand and put it aside. After all, he only wanted for the young man to relax, not for him to get drunk and fall asleep in his arms…Well, at least not yet.

"You are absolutely stunning," the duke whispered as he raised his hand, captured Milliardo's chin and turned the young slave's face gently toward him.
The color in the younger man's cheeks only intensified. By now he had heard the compliment countless times from his master, yet it still made him blush.

Treize couldn't help himself. He had to taste those sweet lips. He slowly leaned closer and captured the younger man's mouth with his own, his tongue tracing the curves of those sensuous lips till they parted slightly. Slipping his tongue into the hot cavern, he moaned softly as he felt Milliardo responding to his kiss. His breath quickened and his heartbeat raced, as he tightened his embrace around the younger man's slender body.

Milliardo closed his eyes. His master's kisses were demanding and hungry, but at the same time pleasing and tender. So different from what he was used to. He couldn't explain why, but he had come to enjoy it when Treize kissed him. He liked the sweet taste and the feeling of the other's tongue in his mouth, the gentle pressure of those velvet-soft lips against his.
The faint scent of his master's cologne tickled his nose. He cautiously raised his hand to touch the man's ginger-blond hair.
When the need for air finally forced them to break their kiss Treize smiled at the blond.

"You are more delicious than anything I have ever tasted before. I think I could easily become addicted to that taste," he whispered into the younger man's ear as he softly nipped on his lobe.

The sensation sent shivers of pleasure down Milliardo's spine. Treize was still holding him close, as his tongue traced the younger man's earlobe. He places a trail of soft kisses along Milliardo's neckline, and gently suckled the tender flesh at the nape of the blond's neck, while his slender fingers began to unbutton the young man's shirt.
With his eyes still closed, Milliardo dropped his head forward. He moaned softly as the duke slipped the shirt over his shoulders and kissed the newly exposed flesh. The kisses burned on his heated skin.
"Do you like this?" Treize purred.
"Yes, Master," the blond slave breathed.

The ex-colonel nipped playfully at the young man's ear. "How about this?"
He smiled as he felt Milliardo shudder in pleasure. How delightfully sensitive you are!
Once more he captured the blond's mouth, and without breaking their kiss he carefully lowered him down onto the floor and slipped a pillow under the young man's head. In spite of his efforts to distract the blond, he could feel the body beneath him tense slightly.

"Relax, Milliardo," Treize told him softly. "You should know by now, that I would never hurt you. I only want to show you how beautiful it can be to make love. Take it as just another lesson I'm going to teach you."

"I'm afraid that's one lesson I have been taught already. I think I know more about it than I ever wanted to learn," Milliardo answered with a tinge of bitterness in his voice.
The ginger blond man took his chin, gently, tilting it up to make the young man look at him.

"No, I don't think you do. You might know a thing or two about sex, but I'm sure you have never experienced the pleasures that come with making love to somebody. Please allow me to show you."

Treize looked at him, waiting for some sign of consent. He had been waiting a long time for this moment, but he would wait even longer if he had to.

To his own surprise Milliardo started to relax again. The fact alone that his master was asked him rather than demanded to have sex with him led him to believe that he was sincere when he said that he wasn't going to hurt him. Quickly, before he could change his mind, he nodded. Treize smiled softly.
"Thank you. I promise you won't regret it."

The duke was kneeling over Milliardo as he peeled away the shirt from the blond's chest, lowered his head and let the tip of his tongue run over one of the younger man's pink nipples. Milliardo took a sharp breath. Treize let his tongue flicker, then gently suckled on the hardening nub. His effort was rewarded with a soft moan. Treize smirked as he gazed up at the young man without stopping what he was doing.
Low, throaty sounds escaped Milliardo's lips as his master continued the assault. He felt like he was drowning in a sea of previously unknown sensations. Every flicker of Treize's tongue sent another electrifying bolt of pleasure through his body. The ex-colonel was now licking and suckling, alternating between both now taut nipples.
Milliardo's fingers dug into the soft rug; his breathing hitched as a prickling heat started to spread in his groin.
Treize finally stopped his sweet torture but only to capture the younger man's mouth in another kiss. Milliardo parted his lips invitingly; his tongue sparred with the intruder driven by feelings of desire and lust he had never experienced before. Milliardo was torn between desire and fear as Treize's fingertips moved over his abdomen, softly, teasingly. He writhed and moaned under the older man's talented touches.

Treize pushed himself up, his gaze wandering to the bulge in the blond's pants. Those tight jeans had to be highly uncomfortable by now. He knelt down at Milliardo's feet, removing shoes and socks, taking time to kiss those slender feet, before he unbuttoned the young man's pants. He could feel Milliardo shiver slightly, as he stripped the blond slave of his jeans and boxers

"Shh, shh, it's alright," Treize reassured the younger man, as he let his fingertips run slowly up and down the blond's inner thighs, barely brushing his hardening length. Milliardo gasped.
The duke soaked in the in the sight of the young man, lying naked and completely exposed under his eyes. The long, pale- blond hair was pooling around his head, as those ice-blue eyes looked up at Treize. He looks like an angel, he thought. A pure, innocent angel in spite of everything that has happened to him.

"My beautiful, precious, little angel," Treize purred.

The ex-colonel placing soft butterfly kisses up the young man's abdomen and chest, all the way to his neck, while his fingertips kept caressing those sensitive areas on the blonde's inner thighs.

Milliardo's hands slipped under his master's shirt, as his desire to touch the man became overwhelming. Cautiously he let his fingers roam over his master's muscular chest, feeling hot skin under the palm of his hands.

"Yes," Treize groaned against the skin on the younger man's neck. "Don't stop."

Encouraged, Milliardo's hands moved to the front of his master's shirt, his fingers working on the buttons. Soon the shirt hung open, revealing firm muscles beneath soft blemish-free skin.

Treize's trail of kisses went back down to the younger man's groin. By now Milliardo was painfully aroused. The ex-colonel continued his game, skillfully teasing the young man, placing soft kisses along Milliardo's thighs and abdomen, frequently coming close to the blond's erection but never touching it.

"Master," Milliardo groaned frustrated, his voice hoarse and heavy with desire. His skin was covered with a light sheen of sweat, his eyes clouded with lust. He wanted…he needed to be touched. His throbbing erection demanded attention. "Master, please stop teasing."

Treize chuckled softly, as he rose to his feet to discard his own clothes. As Milliardo let his eyes roam over his master's perfectly built body he noticed that the man was just as aroused as he was.

"Open for me, Angel!" Treize cooed softly as he spread the younger man's thighs. Kneeling down between Milliardo's legs he reached for a tube of lube, which he had hidden beneath one of the pillows earlier that evening.
He coated his fingers with the cool gel then reached between Milliardo's buttocks. A lubricated finger circled the entrance to the young man's body. He could feel the blond tense slightly. The ex-colonel leaned forward, letting his tongue swirl over the head of the younger man's aching erection, licking off a few drops of pre-cum. Milliardo gasped. Treize took the tip of the weeping arousal in his mouth licking it as if it was a delicious lollipop, slowly and softly. The young man shuddered as jolts of pleasure shot through his body. Distracted by this exquisite torture, he barely noticed as first one, then a second slick finger entered him, gently probing and stretching him. Treize removed his fingers from the younger man's tight passage. He reached for the lube again, coating his own erection. He lifted the Milliardo's legs, positioning himself.
"Relax and trust me. I won't hurt you," he reassured the younger man, as he slowly, not to cause any pain, entered Milliardo until his erection was fully embedded in the hot passage. He waited for the blond to adjust to the feeling before he started to move with deep and rhythmic thrusts. Milliardo cried out as his master's sex connected with something deep inside him, sending jolts of pleasure throughout his body. A few more hits at that same spot were more than the young man could bear. He arched upward with a hoarse cry as he climaxed.

A moment later Treize reached his own climax, spilling his seeds deep within Milliardo's body with a satisfied moan. Separating himself from the younger man he collapsed next to him, eyes closed, feeling the tremors of his orgasm.

Milliardo was panting, the aftershocks of pleasure still coursing through his body, as he laid there marveling about all the beautiful things Treize had done to him. Until now sex had always been crude and more often then not unpleasant for him. Nobody had ever touched him in ways Treize had. Nobody had ever cared about how he felt. He had only been an object for somebody else's pleasure, never imagining that it could be enjoyable for him too.

He could feel his master's body right beside him, the older man's hot skin touching his own.
When the blond moved and tried to get up the ex-colonel asked lazily: "Where are you going?"
"I'll go prepare a bath for you, Master. I assume that you will want to clean up."

"Later, Milliardo. Right now stay here with me." He reached out pulling Milliardo closer. The blond nestled against his master's body, still amazed how much he enjoyed that closeness.

_________________________________________________________ _________________________________

T.B.C.

Author's Note:

Feedback is greatly appreciated, constructive criticism is welcome :-)