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A Small Piece of Heaven - Part 19

Wufei stirred, as he woke up slowly. He opened his eyes and frowned as he began to recognize his surroundings.
He remembered his master taking him to the clinic of his personal physician. The last thing he knew what that one of the doctor's assistants had given him an injection in spite of him protesting that he didn't need any painkillers. He had no idea what happened next or how he got home and into…his master's bed?!
"Feeling better, little Dragon?"
The boy jerked around and regretted it instantly when his head began to throb in protest. Treize was sitting on a white loveseat by the window.
"How long have I been sleeping?"

"Almost 4 hours," the duke told him after a quick gaze to his watch.
"Have you been sitting here, watching me the entire time?" Wufei's frown deepened.
"Only for about the last 15 minutes," Treize replied. "Are you hungry?"
Wufei shook his head. He was still feeling woozy and didn't think that he could not keep anything down at the moment. He swallowed. His throat felt parched. "Can I have something to drink?"
"But of course." His master put aside the book he had been reading and rose to fill a glass with iced tea from a pitcher on the table. He settled down on the edge of the bed as he handed it to the young slave.
The tea was chilled and refreshing. Wufei emptied half of the glass in one gulp. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and looked up at Treize. "So, what did he doctor say?"
"Well, the good news is that your head injury is not as serious as it looks. But you did break your foot." Treize explained. "Doctor McKenzie fused the fracture and gave you some injections that should speed up their natural healing process. You will have to stay off that leg for a week though, to avoid complications."
"A whole week?" Wufei was not very impressed with that idea.

"Look on the bright side thought."

"There is a bright side to this?" the Chinese youth asked sarcastically.
"Well, if you were a horse and we would have to shoot you now," his master told him with a humorous glint in his eyes.

Wufei snorted and rolled his eyes. He knew of course that the duke was only trying to cheer him up.

"Besides, one week is not that bad. Considering that a few centuries ago you would have been incapacitated for a month at the least. Did you know that until the 22nd century doctors on Earth would encase broken bones with something called a cast and just waited for it to heal naturally? Back then they didn't know how to fuse broken bones, and in severe cases they actually inserted metal plates and screws."
Wufei gave the man a suspicious look, certain that his master was joking. "You are trying to pull my legs, aren't you?"
"Would I ever lie to you?" Treize protested in feigned shock.

"Yes," the boy replied dryly.

"Well, perhaps I would," his master laughed. "But that was the truth." The duke raised his hand to push a loose stand of Wufei's face. He suddenly became serious, as he looked straight at the boy. "You really scared me, little Dragon. You could have gotten seriously hurt or even killed. I can't believe that you or Milliardo didn't tell me you couldn't ride."
Wufei lowered his gaze and stared silently into the glass in his lap for a few moments, before he suddenly asked: "Milliardo isn't going to be in trouble, is he?"
"Can you give me a good reason why he shouldn't be?"
Wufei looked up from his tea; obsidian eyes meeting crystal blue ones. "Because I asked him not to tell you. So if anybody should be punished it should be me."

"Why?" Treize wanted to know.

The boy shrugged, then shook his head. "I just…I don't even know why."
"I think you do," the duke replied somberly. "We both know why. How does 'Never reveal any weakness to the enemy' sound?" The ginger-blond man sighed wistfully. "But I'm not your enemy, Wufei."

I know. It's just so hard to remember sometimes.

"I know that this has to be difficult, especially for somebody as proud and independent as you are. I'm trying to make it as bearable for you as humanly possible, but I can't help you if you won't let me."
Wufei didn't answer; wasn't sure what to say, and his master rose from the bed.
"Perhaps you should try to get some more sleep," he suggested.

The boy nodded as he put the glass with the tea down on the nightstand. The movement sent a painful jolt through his neck. Wufei grimaced and raised his hand to rub those aching muscles.

"Is something wrong?"
"My neck hurts a little. I'm not sure if it's from the fall or if I just slept in a bad position. It will probably be fine by tomorrow."

"Let me take a look."

Before Wufei could object the duke had lowered himself back onto the edge of the bed. His strong hands explored the nape of the boy's neck. Wufei suppressed a moan as the man touched an especially tender spot.

"I'm fine," he protested and tried to push Treize away.
"Why must you always be so difficult, little Dragon?"

"I'm not being difficult."

"But you are," Treize insisted. "Why is it so hard for you to accept any help from me?"

Wufei glared at him. "I'm not difficult," he repeated stubbornly.

His master gave him an amused smirk. "In that case, you don't mind if I finish what we started yesterday in the hot tub, do you?"
The boy swallowed. A touch of red stained his cheeks.

"I'm talking about your massage of course."

The color in Wufei's cheeks intensified. "Of course."

"I'll be right back." Treize rose. Wufei watched as the man disappeared in the adjoining bathroom. A few moments later he came back with a small glass bottle in his hand.

"Oil," he explained at the boy's questioning look. "You will need to take off your top, though."

Wufei hesitated for just a moment before he, to his own surprise, complied.

"Please, lay down on your stomach."

Once again the boy followed his master's request wordlessly.
Treize opened the bottle and poured a generous amount of oil into his hands. "Your muscles in your back are rather tense. I'm afraid it might hurt a little at first, but once I'm able to get those knots to loosen you will feel much better," he told the young slave. "Now relax. The more relaxed you are the faster I'll be finished."

Wufei nodded in acknowledgment. He forced himself to relax as his master's hands began kneading at the muscles of his shoulder.

The first few minutes were almost painful, but under the duke's skilled hands, he could soon feel his muscles started to unknot just like the man had said. He couldn't help but let out a moan of relieve as the tension and soreness in his back slowly faded.

"Is everything alright?" Treize asked.

"It feels good," the boy admitted.
His master smiled softly. "I'm glad to hear that. Let me show you how much better it can feel."
Wufei closed his eyes and he actually felt himself start to drift off. as his master's hands stimulated the blood flow to his back. Strong, nimble fingers moved down his spine, thumbs pressed into pressure points making the boy arch his back. Another moan of delight escaped his lips. Wufei felt like he was floating in a warm sea. He still wasn't sure about Treize's intentions, but he was at a point where he hardly cared anymore.

He was startled out of his state of tranquility when those slender fingers that had been working his lower back, slipped beneath the waistband of his pajama pants. His eyes snapped open.
"May I?" the duke asked softly.

Wufei swallowed convulsively but nodded.
Treize lowered the boy's pants just enough to have full access to his hips then he continued his massage. By now his touches had become almost teasingly. Kneading was turning into gentle caressing. Wufei felt a prickling heat starting to spread from the pit of his stomach to his groin. He closed his eyes and bit his lower lip, trying to ignore the sensation. But the feeling became stronger with every touch, spread through his body like a wildfire over dry brush. His breathing became quick and shallow, his heartbeat increased and to his horror he realized that his manhood began to harden. The boy could feel his cheeks burn, bewildered about his body's reaction.

Treize could feel the young slave shiver, as the tips of his fingers brushed over the beginning curves of his rump. He smiled softly and went on as though he hadn't noticed. His hands roamed over Wufei's smooth back, moving a little deeper every time he reached those lovely buttocks.
Suddenly Wufei pulled away. As he turned he reached for the blanket to cover himself. But he wasn't fast enough.

"Wufei…"

The boy gazed up to find the duke looking directly at the bulge in his pants, and turned bright red in embarrassment.

Treize smiled softly. "You have nothing to be ashamed about," he told the boy.

"I …," the boy stammered. "I don't…"

"Do you want me to stop?"

The color in Wufei's cheeks only intensified as he slowly shook his head.

Treize nodded. He managed to suppress a satisfied smile, as he put his hands on the boy's shoulders and gently pushed him back down onto the bed.

"Trust me, Wufei," he assured him. "I would never do anything that either of us might regret later on."

Wufei seemed to regain his composure. He relaxed and allowed himself to be positioned on the bed. Treize continued his massage, if it still could be called a massage, and showed the young slave that his talents didn't stop at easing tense muscles. He made Wufei writhe and arch under his skillful caresses, and elicited the sweetest moans and groans of delight from the boy.

"Turn over, little Dragon," the duke whispered into Wufei's ear.


Wufei wasn't sure if it was his master's hot breath or the sound of his voice that sent shivers down his spine. He complied and turned onto his back.
His master's hands explored his chest, teased his taut, pink nibbles, then wandered further down, stroking the boy's slender hips for a few moments before slipping under the waistband of his pants. He gave the young slave a questioning look. In spite of his growing nervousness Wufei nodded.

Treize moved slowly. He knew that he was taking a huge step. The fact alone that Wufei allowed himself to be touched by him in such an intimate manner was more than he had hoped for and the last thing he wanted to do was to frighten the boy. Mindful of his injured leg he removed Wufei's pants, leaving the boy naked… and fully erected.

Never before had Wufei felt so utterly exposed, as under his master's eyes. Instinctively he reached for the comforter to cover himself, but Treize stayed his hand, pushing it gently back into the sheets.

"You are beautiful," he breathed.
The young slave felt himself flush once again. He gasped as the duke's hand brushed softly, teasingly against his erection.

Treize let his fingertips run along Wufei's manhood. He gently and slowly stroked the engorged flesh.

Wufei groaned as the first shocks of pleasure thrilled through him and arched his hips off of the bed. For a moment he almost forgot to breathe. He felt surges of pleasure rush through his veins, flowing up his spine and explode in his brain. He was only dimly aware that he was whispering Treize's name. Under the duke's skilled hands it didn't take long for the young slave to reach his climax. A few more gently strokes brought him over the edge. With a half-choked cry he arched up and released his seeds, then he collapsed, breathlessly panting. His pleasure-clouded brain barely registered that his master took him into his arms, cradling him like a child in need to be comforted.

Treize could feel the boy tremble in his arms as wave after wave of pleasure raced through Wufei's body till the aftershocks of his orgasm slowly dissipated. He lowered the young slave into the pillows, rose and walked into the bathroom. He washed his hands and filled a small basin with warm water. Wufei was still panting, his heart still racing. He didn't stir until his master began to clean the stickiness off his stomach with a damp cloth. Slowly, lazily he opened his eyes, still too exhausted to speak.

The duke rose and pulled the covers over him. "Go to sleep," he whispered softly to the young slave.
"What about you?" Wufei asked with, a slight tremor of nervousness in his voice. "It seems hardly fair that you… "
"Shhh," Treize laid a finger over the boy's lips. "Don't worry about me. You can pay me back later…Some day, when you are ready. Now sleep!"
Bewildered Wufei closed his eyes. Sleep overwhelmed him almost instantly. His breathing became deep and steady as he drifted off.

***

For a few moments the duke watched the youth sleep. He had to fight the temptation to kiss Wufei's lovely face. Then he rose and walked slowly into the bathroom.

He showered and put on a pair of black, silken pajama pants. It was difficult to redress his injured arm. But if he would ask somebody for help he would be confirming that the wound bothered him more than he led on…and admit weakness.
He slipped on the pajama top and began buttoning it. As he stood in front of the mirror, the duke gave his own reflection a humorless grin. "You are not that much different from Wufei do you know that? And just as stubborn…" he mumbled low.

"Talking to yourself?"
Treize jerked around in surprise. A smile formed on his lips. "Milliardo, when did you get back?"
"About an hour ago. I helped Martin to unload the transport," the blond slave told him. "It appears that you and Wufei have been "bonding" rather well while I was gone," he added with a gesture toward Treize's bed.
Was there a hint of jealousy in Milliardo's voice?
"It's not exactly what you might think." Treize closed the bathroom door so that their voices wouldn't disturb the sleeping boy. "Wufei was thrown off Alexander earlier this afternoon."
Milliardo's eyes went wide in shock. "He is alright, isn't he?"
The older man nodded. "He hit his head and broke his left ankle, but he will be okay." Treize gave his slave a stern look. "Why didn't you tell me he is still learning to ride?"
"I'm sorry," Milliardo lowered his ice-blue eyes. "It's just that he seemed almost ashamed that he didn't know how to ride. He asked me not to tell you and I didn't want to break his trust."

"I can understand that I suppose, but I hope you will use better judgement the next time."
"I will," the younger man assured his master. He embraced the older man tenderly and added with a smile. "So, what else have you two been up to while I was gone?"

Treize couldn't suppress a hiss of pain when the blond pressed against him, squeezing his injured arm. Startled, Milliardo took a step back and gave the older man a concerned look. "What's wrong? You got hurt too?"
"It's nothing really," the duke replied evasively. "Just a small cut I received during swordplay."

The blond slave shook his head. "Can't I leave the two of you alone for two days without you trying to kill each other?"
Treize gave him a wry grin and stifled a yawn.

Milliardo took the hint. "It is getting late. I'll sleep in my bed tonight, I suppose."

"Do you mind sharing?" his master asked. "I'm not quite sure how Wufei would react he woke up next to me." And I don't want to destroy what little trust I was able to establish in those past two days.

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T.B.C.

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