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A Small Piece of Heaven

Part 7

LEMON WARNING!!!!!!!

"Master!?"

When he didn't receive an answer, Milliardo turned his head and noticed that Treize had fallen asleep. Carefully, not to wake him, Milliardo freed himself from his master's embrace. As he knelt next to the older man he felt the sudden urge to reach out and touch his master's face; to let his fingers run through the soft ginger-blond hair like he had done earlier. But instead he just sat and studies the ex-colonel's peacefully relaxed expression a few moments. Then the young slave rose to his feet, slipped into his jeans and, with a last look back, left the room. He walked upstairs to prepare a bath for the ex-colonel.
The master bathroom had been designed with a perfect balance of beauty and comfort in mind. Everything from the black marble flooring to the extravagant wall decorations and gold-plated fixtures screamed of luxury. The centerpiece, a black pool-like porcelain tub, large enough to accommodate several people comfortably, was set into the floor. Several comfortable seats at different levels allowed the bather to be either partially or fully emerged by the water. Soft, leather covered head and neck rests provided additional comfort.
Next to the door was a small electronic panel that controlled lights, heating and a stereo system. A second touch pad was conveniently located near the tub. Milliardo adjusted the thermostat, setting the room temperature to a cozy level. The tiles felt comfortably warm under his bare feet as he stepped into the room. The underground heating system warmed not only the floor, but kept also the water in the tub at the set temperature.

Milliardo turned on the faucet and added some bath oil from a crystal decanter into the water. While the tub slowly filled the sweet smell of roses started to spread through the room. Last but not least, the blond lit a good dozen candles and retrieved a clean, pristine white robe from a cabinet hidden behind a large mirror.

When Milliardo came back downstairs Treize was awake.
"There you are," the man greeted him with a soft smile. "For how long have I been sleeping?"
"Only for about ten or fifteen minutes. I prepared you a bath, Master."
"A bath, yes that sounds perfect right now.Thank you, Milliardo." The ex-colonel rose. He slipped into the robe that the blond was offering him and tied it loosely. "You truly are an angel, you know that?"

Milliardo blushed slightly, feeling a touch of pride at those words. He couldn't explain why it satisfied him so much that his master was pleased with him. He just knew that he wanted to please Treize. The man had been so kind and loving to him had given so much and asked for so little in return. Milliardo felt that it was time to repay his master, not because he had to, but because he wanted to.

"You're not coming?" Treize asked from the door when he noticed that the younger man wasn't following.
"You want me to join you?"
"By all means." the ex-colonel smirked. "It will be all the more fun."

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Treize moaned in delight and closed his eyes, as he slowly reclined until he was almost completely immersed in the warm water. His head rested comfortably against one of the cushioned pads, as he breathed in deeply the sweet smell of roses. There was truly nothing that could compare to the pleasures of a luxurious bath.
He could feel ripples form on the water's surface as Milliardo stepped into the tub. When he opened his eyes the duke was barely able to suppress a gasp. In the dimness of the room, with only a soft aura of candlelight illuminating the young man's angelic features, Milliardo truly looked like a celestial being. The blond's beauty was breathtaking and arousing. His well build masculine body in combination with his long hair and handsome features was what made him attractive to both women and men alike. Treize extended his hand toward the younger man, and when Milliardo took it, he pulled the blond into his arms, covering those satin-soft lips with his own in a tender kiss.

Milliardo's lips parted invitingly as the young man melted into the sweetness of his master's kiss. His tongue met Treize's and they swirled together in sea of delight, fighting each other for dominance, twisting and suckling.
Milliardo's hand disappeared in the water. Treize let out a gasp as soft fingers brushed teasingly against his manhood. Milliardo's other hand caressed the duke's side, moving slowly over his soft, smooth skin.
The ex-colonel buried his fingers in Milliardo's long, pale-blond hair. He tried to draw out their passionate kiss as long as possible, moaning softly as he felt the younger man exploring his body. Long fingers moved gently down his sides and his back, tracing the crevice between his firm buttocks, teasing the sensitive areas on the inner sides of his tights. Occasionally those fingers grazed his hardening manhood. Strands of pale blond hair tickled his loins Treize gave another sound of pleasure, feeling utterly delighted that the younger man was not only returning his affections but was starting to initiate them.
Lack of air finally forced them to break their kiss. The ex-colonel was panting. A feeling of delight washed over him when he looked and saw that the fire and passion in Milliardo's eyes matched his own. It pleased him to know that the young man wanted this just as much as he did.
"My Angel," he whispered softly.

Pleasure swollen lips wandered down the younger man's throat, licking and kissing, before nuzzling the soft flesh at the nape of Milliardo's neck. Treize let his fingers wander down the blond's firm abdomen. But suddenly, and very much to his surprise, a pair of strong hands covered his, stopping him before he reached what he had been looking for.
"Please," Milliardo spoke softly. "This time let me take care of you, Master."

The duke looked up into a pair of magnificent ice-blue eyes filled, and he nodded. He allowed the younger man to move his hands away, relaxing them at his side, curious about what the blond had planned.

Milliardo knelt. He dipped his head until his nose touched the hot skin on Treize's chest. He searched for and found a pink nipple. Mimicking what his master had done to him earlier; his lips enclosed the rose bud and suckled gently. The ex-colonel shuddered at the sensation. Milliardo's head rose, concern in his eyes, fearing that he had done something wrong.
"Please, Milliardo…don't stop." Treize pleaded.
The young man smiled softly as he returned to what he had been doing.
The only noises in the room were the small moans of delight Treize was making, along with tender words of encouragement, while Milliardo continued to explore his torso with his soft lips and hot tongue. The young slave had never realized how arousing it was to hear such sweet sounds breaking from his master's lips and to know that he was causing them.
His right hand roamed down the duke's abdomen until it reached a small patch of soft curls. Feeling his master's manhood throb beneath his fingertips only intensified the ache between his own legs. His hand curled around the stiff shaft and he begun to stroke it, just hard enough to bring the older man to the edge without actually sending him over.

Treize gave a low growling sound. "Are you trying to drive me insane," he whispered huskily.

Milliardo chuckled softly but stopped his sweet torment for the time being.

When Milliardo asked him to move onto one of the higher sitting spaces Treize didn't object. Although most of his body was exposed now, the air in the room was warm enough to keep him comfortable. The blond took his dear time, making sure to pay close attention to every inch of his body except for the one part that was demanding attention the most. A few times Treize reached out, trying to direct Milliardo focus to his straining manhood, but the young slave pushed his hands away and went on with his exquisite torture. After what seemed forever Milliardo gently spread his master's legs and knelt down between the ex-colonels thighs. His gaze went down to the older man's arousal then up again to Treize's face.

"May I?" he asked quietly.
"Yes, please," the ex colonel answered eagerly.

The young man dipped his head and took the tip of the throbbing, weeping erection between his lips. As he enveloped it with his mouth he let his tongue swirl around it, licking away a clear drop of pre-cum. Milliardo alternately licked and suckled, and Treize felt like he was ……… .

Oh gods… so good… it feels so incredible… A thin moan escaped Treize. His muscles tightened, his heartbeat quickened and he reflexively arched up.

When Milliardo felt his master thrust into his mouth he stopped, pulled back, and waited. Treize gave a low, frustrated growl. But he got the message and stilled. Milliardo smiles softly as he licked his lips before taking his master's arousal into his mouth again. He went down further and further till his nose brushed against the soft curls at the base of Treize's manhood. At first he had to fight the gag reflex but once he managed to relax his throat the unpleasant feeling subsided. He had done this many times, but never before out of his own free will.

Treize groaned in sweet agony as the blond made a soft humming noise. The vibrations sent ripples of pleasure through his entire body.

Without stopping what he was doing Milliardo gazed up and smiled at the look in the older man's eyes; dazed, hungry, and clouded by pleasure and need. He couldn't help but think how incredibly erotic his master looked at that moment.

When the blond began to suck, creating a warm vacuum in the hot cavern of his mouth, Treize took a sharp breath. He was at that point where pain and pleasure merged into one single sensation. His hands came up and buried themselves in Milliardo's long hair. Treize panted, torn between wanting this exquisite agony to continue forever and a desperate need for release. He could feel the pressure build, starting deep within his groin, pulsating and spreading throughout his whole body.
Milliardo drew back, just as the duke reached his climax and arched upward with a hoarse cry, and spilled his seeds inside the blond's mouth. The younger man swallowed every drop of the hot, salty tasting liquid.
Treize almost collapsed. The blond slave put one arm around him, steadying him and the ex-colonel rested his head against Milliardo's chest, drained but fulfilled. With his eyes closed, panting breathlessly, he could feel the last tremors of pleasure race through his body. Slowly his breathing and heartbeat returned to normal, and when he opened his eyes he noticed that Milliardo's intense blue eyes were trained on him.

"Milliardo, it was incredible... you are incredible" he breathed.
"And you look breathtaking like this, Master" Milliardo whispered, shocked about his own boldness the moment the words were out.

"Thank you," Treize smiled softly as he pulled the young man close. When he covered the blond's mouth in a brief but tender kiss, he could taste his own passion on Milliardo's lips. As he embraced his slave the younger man's throbbing erection pressed against his abdomen.
"Would you like me to take care of that for you?" he asked, as he reached between their bodies, and brushed his fingertips gently over Milliardo's manhood.
The young slaved blushed even as he whispered huskily. "Yes, Master."

*****

About half an hour later, master and slave, dressed in matching, white robes, had returned to the living room where the fireplace was still burning. Milliardo had fallen asleep, curled up against the duke's chest, soon after. As he sat and watched the peacefully slumbering figure in his arms, Treize knew hat he had won; that they had won. Together they had conquered Milliardo's fears. Victory never tasted so sweet.

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T.B.C.

Author's Note:

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