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A Small Piece of Heaven - Part 23

:::Early March:::

Wufei walked into the manor through the backdoor and inhaled the delicious smell of freshly cooked food, as he took off his jacket. He had spent the last two hours exercising and was starving. Instead of going directly to his room to clean up he made a detour through the dining room where he found Milliardo setting the table. Only then Wufei remembered that just the two of them were at home.

The duke had left three days ago for some kind of family gathering in Kiev, and somehow Milliardo had managed to talk Evans into taking Anna out for dinner and a movie.

"What's for dinner? It smells incredible."

"One would hope so. I have been cooking for hours."

"Cooking? You?" Wufei gave the blond a skeptical look.

"What, you don't think I can cook?" Milliardo asked.

"No, I'm sure you can cook, just not anything edible," the boy replied cheeky.

Milliardo sighed in feign resignation. "Okay, you are right. Anna prepared everything before she left. But I did turn on the oven. Go wash up, I'm almost finished."

"Do I have time for a shower?"

"If you make it a quick one."

Wufei nodded. With a quick sidestep he snatched one of the dinner-rolls from the breadbasket on his way out.

"Wufei!" Milliardo admonished.

"Sorry, I'm starving."

***

By the time Wufei came back downstairs the table was set and the food served. Milliardo had dimmed the lights in the room and lit several candles on the table.

"Dinner by candlelight? Somebody must be in a very romantic mood," Wufei remarked as he pulled out his chair.
"Nothing wrong with a little romance, is there?" the blond replied, a suggestive gleam in his crystal-blue eyes. "Unless of course this is your way of saying let's skip the romantic part and head right for the bedroom? Where we will end up anyway, before this evening is over."

Wufei snorted disrespectfully. "Did anybody ever tell you that you are too full of yourself?"

Milliardo chortled. "Did anybody ever tell you, that it is so much fun to tease you?"

The younger slave glared at him, but didn't answer. There was a long moment of silent, interrupted only by the occasional clinking of silverware. When Milliardo spoke again his voice was serious. "It's almost spring, Wufei. Have you made up your mind yet?"

Wufei's brows narrowed in confusion until he realized what the blond was talking about.
They had a deal, of course. He had given Milliardo his word that he would stay until spring; had promised to get to know Treize before making a decision about whether to stay or to run away. Truth was that he had almost forgotten about it.
He shrugged. "I'm not sure yet. I really haven't been thinking about it lately. Even if I would run away, what am I supposed to do? Where am I supposed to go? My family and my clan are gone; my colony is gone. I never had many friends to begin with. And I guess you were right, this place isn't all that bad. I really should consider myself lucky, in some strange way."

If Wufei would have looked up he would have notice the slightly satisfied smile on Milliardo's lips. "I'm glad you have come to see it that way."

The Chinese youngster had nothing to reply to that and they finished their meal in silence.

"This was delicious," Wufei said as he put his napkin down next to his plate.

"I hope you left some room for dessert."

"Always," Wufei assured him. "Did Anna make one of those tasty little chocolate cream pies?"

The blond shook his head. "Actually, I made the dessert myself. You will love it."

Wufei gave him a somewhat doubtful look.

"Don't judge before you even had a chance to try it." Milliardo lectured him.

***

"Hmmm, this is good," Wufei admitted about half an hour later, as he and Milliardo were lying stretched out in front of the fireplace, feeding strawberries dipped in sour-cream and brown sugar to one another.

"Told you so." The blond smirked as he offered another juicy fruit to the youth.

The younger slave closed his eyes, as he savored the deliciously sweet flavor. A small drip of juice escaped his lips, running down from the corner of his mouth until the tip of his tongue darted out to lick it away.

Milliardo bit down hard on his bottom lip to stop himself from moaning at the sensual display. Do you even know how erotic you look when you do that, my little Bâo Zhú? Do you have the slightest idea what you are doing to me?

Wufei's hand reached into the bowl for another strawberry. "Last one," he announced, almost disappointed. "You should have it."

"Let's share," Milliardo suggested huskily.
He took the strawberry between his teeth and he leaned in to cover Wufei's lips with his own, before he bit into the fruit.

"Hmmm…So sweet," Wufei moaned softly. He suckled first on the berry then on the young man's tongue.
One of his hands buried itself into strands of pale-blond hair, as Milliardo's arm snaked around his waist to pull their bodies closer together. Wufei could feel the blond's half-hardened manhood pressing against his own, semi-erected member. He moved his hip just a bit; creating a little friction that elicited a quiet moan from Milliardo. One hand still in the young man's long hair, the boy's other hand moved down to snake between their bodies. Through the fabric of Milliardo's pants he fondled the blond's erection.

Milliardo gasped as he broke their kiss, and pulled away just a far enough to look into a pair of slightly slanted, obsidian eyes. "Don't do that," he breathed. "Not unless you want me to take you right here and now."

"Don't do what?" the dark-haired slave asked innocently, as he cupped the firm flesh once more. "That?" At the same time his other hand wandered down to the young man's buttocks and squeezed them hard. "Or this?"

"Wufei!" Milliardo gave a low growl. "I warned you, and still you dare to tease me? I think somebody needs to be taught a little lesson."

Wufei laughed, struggling a little, but just for effect as he was scooped up and carried upstairs into Milliardo's room. The blond slammed the door close with his foot and placed the boy onto the silken sheets of his bed.

He straddled the younger slave and dipped his head to capture Wufei's lips in a long, searing kiss. He teased Wufei's lips and teeth open and roughly plundered the hot cavern of the boy's mouth. Their lips still locked, Milliardo pushed up Wufei's shirt and slowly started to play with the boy's nipples. For a few moments he let his thumbs roll over them, sending shiver's of pleasure down the younger slave's spine. The dark-haired boy gave a frustrated groan when Milliardo broke the kiss. The blond lowered his head and let his tongue flicker over one of those taut, rosy buds before he took it into his mouth. He suckled, licked and let his teeth scrape over the sensitive nub. The boy's soft whimpers were music to his ears.

Wufei arched up, shivering. Every flick of Milliardo's tongue sent a jolt of pleasure straight into his groin until his pulsing shaft was aching. He felt trapped in a place between pleasure and pain, unable; unwilling to make the sweet torture stop.

Suddenly the tall blond pulled away and slipped off the bed. "Raise your arms," he commanded.

Wufei complied, allowing Milliardo to pull his shirt over his head. The young man dropped the tank top next to the bed then hooked his fingers under the waistband of Wufei's trousers. In one quick move he yanked down the pants as well as the pair of boxers beneath them, leaving the black-haired slave completely exposed.

A faint blush touched Wufei's cheeks but he made no attempt to cover himself.

Milliardo smiled softly as he let his gaze wander over the boy sprawled out on the white silky sheets.

Beautiful, positively beautiful!
It was a sight he could never get enough of. Raven-black hair in sharp contrast to the prestige white sheets. Obsidian eyes sparkling with passion and lust. Satin-like lips dark and swollen from the kisses they had exchanged. Golden colored skin, torso and limbs muscular and in perfect proportion, legs slightly parted in an unspoken invitation…
I want to explore every inch of that body, want to feel it against my bare skin, want to touch it, taste it, worship it.

The blond slave took a moment to discard his own clothes, before he climbed back onto the bed and straddled Wufei's waist once more. He smiled seductively as he covered the boy's mouth in another searing kiss. Then, while his hands wandered down the Wufei's torso, he placed to trail of open-mouthed kisses down the youth's neck. He nuzzled the soft flesh there, while his hand began to rub against Wufei's erection, very gentle and very slow, up and down.

The dark-haired slave drew a shuttering breath and arched up, begging wordlessly for firmer caresses. His hands came up to encircle the blond, but Milliardo caught his wrists and pushed them back down into the sheets. No," he said sharply. "No touching."

Wufei gave a frustrated growl as Milliardo kissed and nibbled his way down his chest and abdomen in a maddening slow pace. The young slave shuttered as the hot tip of Milliardo's tongue dipped into his navel and flickered inside the small pit. The painful throbbing in his manhood became harder and harder to ignore.

"Milliardo…please…"he whimpered hoarsely.

The blond looked up, a satisfied smile curving his lips. "Yes? Do you want something?"

Wufei growled. "You know what I want."

"Do I?" Milliardo asked innocently, as he dipped his head to place a ghost of a kiss onto the tip of the boy's weeping erection. "I'm not sure. Perhaps you need to tell me."

Another growl. It was always the same. But this time, Wufei told himself. I'm not going to give in. I'm not going to beg.

"You…you…"

"Yes?"

"You are evil!"

Milliardo chuckled softly as he resumed his sweet torment. He ran his tongue a few times up and down the boy's engorged shaft. He licked a few drops of pre-cum from it's tip then placed a trail soft butterfly kisses along Wufei's thighs.

The boy was panting, thrusting his hips involuntarily in a helpless attempt to relieve his aching arousal. You are going to pay for this, Milliardo.

"Don't move," the blond commanded as he rose to retrieve a tube of lubricant from the bedside table. He returned to the bed, pushed Wufei's legs further apart and knelt down between them.

The boy's eyes were heavy lidded and clouded with need and passion. His golden-tanned skin was covered with a light sheen of sweat.

A fierce kiss distracted Wufei while Milliardo slid a slick finger into the boy. A few moments later a second finger was added. Wufei moaned softly, eyes squeezed shut, in a mixture of pain and pleasure as the blond prepared him. Then those fingers disappeared and Milliardo positioned his throbbing manhood against the boy's tight entrance, but didn't push in.

"Is this what you want?" he demanded hoarsely. "Tell me, Wufei?"

"Yes, for god sake," the younger slave panted. "Stop teasing."

"Tell me what it is that you want?" the blond coaxed.

"I want you… inside me… Please, Milliardo, I need you."

"See, that wasn't so hard, was it?" Milliardo purred as pressed against the boy's tight opening. He bit down hard on his lower lip, and forced himself to ease in slowly. Oh god, so hot…so tight…
Once his manhood was fully embedded he waited, allowing the boy to adjust to the sensation. When he felt the tight muscles around him relax, the tall blond pulled out slightly, only to push back in at the next moment. His thrusts were hard and well aimed; each of them hitting that little spot deep inside Wufei's body. The boy moaned in delight as he began to push his upward to meet the blond's thrusts. Soon their moves became fluid; thrust meeting thrust, a burning rhythm of desire and passion. As their rhythm grew faster Milliardo slipped a hand between their bodies and began stroking the firm shaft beneath him.

Wufei panted, the soft rubbing against his throbbing arousal was all he needed to push him over the edge.

Milliardo felt the muscles tighten around him as the boy came with a hoarse cry. He threw his head back. Blond hair pooled around his legs, as he gave one last thrust. Wufei's name broke from his lips when he spilled his seeds deep into the boy's body.
Milliardo could still feel the last tremors of pleasure run though his body as stretched out beside the younger slave and gently pulled him into his arms.

Wufei melted into the blond's embrace. "Milliardo, you are incredible," he breathed.

"I know. But so are you." A ghost of a kiss touched the boy's forehead and Wufei closed his eyes, allowing himself to drift off while his raging heartbeat slowly returned to normal.

"Do you want to clean up, dear, or do you want to rest a little more?" Milliardo placed another butterfly kiss onto Wufei's forehead.

The boy opened his eyes slowly. He wasn't sure how much time had passed and if he actually had fallen asleep in the young man's arms. "I think a shower would be great right now."

"How about a nice, long soak in the hot tub instead?" Milliardo asked, as he nipped at Wufei's ear.

Wufei groaned. "I really don't feel like going outside right now."

"Neither do I," the blond replied. "But don't forget, there is also a hot tub inside."

"Yeah, in the master's bathroom."

"So what?" the blond shrugged. "He isn't home, so I don't think he will be using it tonight. But that's no reason why we couldn't."

With a last affectionate nuzzle the older slave rose to his feet.

"Stay here while I prepare the bath. I'll be back to get you."

***

Milliardo had placed a few dozen candles around the bathroom and turned off the lights. The air was impregnated with a slight scent of sandalwood and vanilla, and felt pleasantly warm. The soft sound of music from some hidden speakers only added to the feeling of harmony and tranquility.

The young man dropped his robe and stepped into the large hot tub.

"Come on, it feels wonderful," he encouraged the other slave, as he slipped into the warm water.

Wufei hesitated just a moment before he followed. Milliardo extended his hand to pull the dark-haired boy into his lap. He covered those velvet soft lips with his own. Obsidian eyes closed as Wufei melted into the soft kiss and cuddled closer against Milliardo's the warm body.

"Like a big, lazy cat," the blond whispered amused, as he dipped his head to nuzzle the nape of Wufei's neck. "Let's see if I can make you purr."

The boy trembled in anticipation and drew back his head to expose more of his neck. Milliardo's lips were full and soft and oh so hot. A playful nip just above the Wufei's collarbone was more arousing than painful. Wufei moaned. His hands roamed over the young man's back, teasing the cleft between those firm buttocks. He could feel Milliardo shiver under his touches.

Neither of the two slaves was aware that they were being watched, until a familiar voice interrupted their little game of passion. "Now isn't this a lovely sight to come home to?"

Two heads jerked around; two pairs of eyes widened in shock. "Master!?"

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T.B.C.

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