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A Small Piece of Heaven - Part 27

"Go away, Milliardo," Wufei growled, burying his head deeper into the soft pillows. "I'm not getting up yet."

"I'm sorry, Dragon," Treize whispered softly into the youth's delicately shaped ear. "It is time to wake up. Breakfast is ready."

The duke tried to pull the covers away from Wufei, eliciting another growl of protest from the young slave. Treize chuckled.
There were so many words to describe his little dragon; proud, stubborn, handsome… But early in the morning he could only think of one word that was fitting.
Grumpy!
No, Wufei was definitely not a morning person. Normally Treize would have let him sleep in, but today the duke had plans, all of them included his dragon.

The young slave finally sighed and rolled onto his back. As he cracked his eyes open he found his master looking down at him. Treize was already showered, shaved and fully dressed. A slight smell of soap and cologne hit Wufei's nose as the older man leaned in for a quick kiss.

"Good morning, Dragon, and Happy Birthday!"

The duke placed a box, wrapped and red and gold paper in front of the youth. Pushing himself up into a sitting position, Wufei gave Treize a slightly surprised look.

The ginger-blond man chortled. "You didn't think we would forget your birthday, did you?"

A faint blush stained the youth's cheeks as he realized that was exactly what he had thought. It had been a while since anybody had remembered his birthday.

"Open it; I want to know if you like it." Treize encouraged his slave, as Wufei looked somewhat hesitating at the present.

Wufei ripped away the wrapping paper and opened the box beneath to reveal a black silk rope with his monogram embroidered in it in gold, very elegant, very stylish, just the present one would expect from Treize.

"Thank you, it's beautiful."

"Why don't you put it on and come downstairs for breakfast. Later Milliardo and I have a surprise for you."

"What kind of a surprise?" Wufei wondered, as pushed away his covers and swung his feet over the edge of the bed. But the duke wasn't willing to be any more specific about it.

"You will see," he simply told the young slave.

*****

"Are you going to tell me where we are heading?" Wufei asked.

The three of them were riding next to one another, with Wufei sandwiched between the two older men. Treize and Milliardo exchanged a look with each other before shaking their heads in unison.

"No!"

"It wouldn't be a surprise if we told you, now wouldn't it?" Treize added.

That made sense, but Wufei couldn't help but wonder if a surprise from Treize and Milliardo was a good thing or not. He was willing to give them the benefit of the doubt until the ginger blond man pulled some kind of silk scarf from his pocket.

"What do you think you are doing?" Wufei asked suspiciously as Milliardo took hold of his horse.

"Relax, Wufei! I'm only going to blindfold you so that you can't see anything until we are actually there." Treize told him, and with a gaze down at the scarf in his hand: "May I?"

"Fine," Wufei grumbled his consent. Somehow all this secrecy really sparked his curiosity.

His master blindfolded him, tying the scarf behind his head. Once they made sure that Wufei really couldn't see anything Milliardo took the reins of the younger slave's steed and led him as they rode on. After another ten, or fifteen minutes the small group stopped again. Wufei could hear the two older men dismount. Apparently they had reached their destination.

"Can I take it off now?" Wufei asked, already reaching up to remove the blindfold. A strong, but gentle hand caught his wrist to stop him.

"Not yet," Treize told him, with a slightly amused tone in his voice. "Patience, little Dragon, patience."

The Chinese youth dismounted and allowed the duke to lead him to wherever it was they were going.

Not being able to see a thing was a bit disconcerting, but at least his other senses were still working. He could feel soft grass beneath his feet, and there was a faint smell of water in the air. Like a nearby stream or a lake… A lake? Suddenly Wufei remember that Treize once told him about a large in the northeastern corner of his property. So, that's where they had taken him. One question remained. Why?

Suddenly they stopped and his master told him to take the blindfold off. Wufei was only too happy to comply. He blinked a couple of times and then his jaw dropped.
Wufei wasn't sure if he was dreaming. He found himself standing in the midst of a beautifully maintained Chinese Garden.

The focal point, without a doubt, was the large lake, sparkling in the morning sun. Lotus flowers floated on the water's surface, their green pads in strong contrast with delicate, white blossoms. Colorful koi chased through the water, occasionally hitting the surface with their tails. A red, wooden bridge led from one side of the lake to the other. A number of bamboo benches were placed by the water's edge, inviting visitors to sit and rest body and soul in the cool shade of large trees.

To the right, just at the lakeshore, stood a small pavilion. Its eight walls were finished in deep red wood with gold trimmings, topped by a black and gold roof and surrounded by four large red pillars that were decorated with golden dragons.

"What do you think, little Dragon? Do you like my gift to you?"

Wufei turned his head toward Treize, still speechless. "I don't know what to say," he finally managed to utter. "This is incredible. I'm not dreaming, am I?"

"No," the duke chuckled. "I assure you, you are quite awake. Shall we go inside?"

Wufei nodded. He stopped at the entrance to slip out of his shoes before setting foot onto the soft, cream-colored carpets. The youth let his gaze wander over tall shelves filled with books and lavish decorations. The black and white wall coverings depicted landscapes with flowers, birds and trees. A low table surrounded by colorful pillows was the centerpiece of the room. Beneath one of the window, facing directly at the lake, stood a desk.

"I can't believe you had all of this build for me. It's beautiful. Thank you, thank you so much."

"I'm glad you like it. I thought you needed a place you can retreat to when you feel the need to spend some time by yourself." Treize replied, and with a smirk he added. "I'm sure that being around Milliardo all of the time can be a little… overwhelming."

"Overwhelming?" Wufei snorted in good-natured humor. "I think the word you were looking for is irritating."

"I am not irritating." Milliardo pretended to be insulted. "I should be offended, but I'll forgive you, because it is your birthday. By the way, there is something for you on the desk."

"Another present?" Wufei gave the two older men a questioning look.

"This one is from Milliardo." Treize explained, as the dark-haired slave unwrapped the gift. Beneath the paper was a wooden box and inside the silk lined box were four objects, a brush pen, an ink stone, an ink stick and paper.

"Do you know what it is?" the blond asked.

"Of course I do." How could he not? Any traditional Chinese scholar was familiar with what was called The Four Treasures of Study.
From the texture of the fine paper and the color of the ink stone Wufei could tell that these were real antiques, not some cheap replications made for the tourist industry. He could only imagine how difficult it must have been to find those items. 'Treasures' like these were usually kept in the family and passed down from generation to generation.

The young man had to clear his throat before he could speak. "Thank you. Everything is so amazing. I'm not even sure of I'm deserving of all of those wonderful presents."

"But you are, little Dragon." Treize assured him softly. "Now tell us, what you would like to do next?"

"Can we stay for a while?" Wufei asked.

The duke nodded. "As long as you want to. What would you think if I would call Evans and have somebody bring us a picnic basket? It seems like the perfect day to have an outdoor meal."

"That sounds great."

*****

After they had spent most of the day by the lake, Treize had suggested going out for dinner. Wufei however, opted for a quiet evening at home, rather than a night on the town. The three young men sat down for a delicious and drawn out dinner, followed by a relaxing bath in the hot tub. Afterward they settled down in the living room. They spent several hours snuggled up by the fireplace talking, before the dark-haired youth retired to his bedroom.

*****

When Wufei stepped out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his slender waist, he found his master and Milliardo sitting in his room. On the table between the two men sat a bottle of champagne in a silver cooler and two glasses.

"What are you doing here? Got lost on the way to your bedroom?" the youth asked, voice heavy with sarcasm, as he walked to the low dresser. The towel fell to the floor, pooling around his slim ankles, as he opened one of the drawers to pull out a pair of silk pajama pants.

The two men exchanged a look with each, then both of them smirked.

"The day isn't over yet, little Dragon." Treize's voice was as soft as the purr of a kitten. "There is still something that is left to be done."

Wufei slipped into his pajama pants and turned, eyes darkened in suspicion. "And what would that be?" he asked.

"An old tradition called birthday spankings."

The young slave snorted, convinced that the duke himself had made make up this so-called tradition. "A very old tradition, I'm sure."

"But it is," the ginger-blond man replied. "Do you think I would lie to you about something like that?"

"Yes," Wufei replied snappy. "In any case, I think I'll pass."

"Oh come on, don't be a spoilsport. What's a birthday without birthday spankings? You are not afraid are you?" Milliardo teased.

Another snort, even as Wufei's eyes darted to the bathroom door, assessing if he could make it to safety with a quick dash. He was fast, but he should have known that Milliardo would be faster.

"Where do you think you are going?"

"To the bathroom," Wufei retorted cheeky, as the tall, blond grabbed him, and both of them tumbled onto the wide bed. Pinned down on his stomach beneath the much heavier man, Wufei still struggled and bugged, but more or less for the effect. The blond slave's body pressed against his, hot breath tickled the back his neck. Wufei could smell the younger man's cologne and that scent that was so unmistakably Milliardo. His resistance melted like snow in the sun, even as Milliardo pulled out a silk rope that he had been conveniently carrying in his pocket, and tied his wrists to the headboard of his bed.

"Blindfold him," the duke ordered, handing a black silk scarf to the blond slave, as he stepped toward the bed.
Wufei didn't resist as the scarf was tied around his head.

"I'm sorry, little Dragon, but you will have to loose your pants. Milliardo, if you please..."

"Do I ever," the tall blond tittered. Long fingers hooked beneath the waistband of Wufei's pajama pants, pulling them down with one swift move.

The youth felt a rush of cold air against his bare skin as he lay there blind, helpless and fully exposed.

"What a lovely sight," Treize whispered.

The dark-haired slave snorted. From the way the mattress moved he could tell that the two older men had seated themselves right and left of him.

"Ready?" his master asked.

"Just get it over with," Wufei growled. He braced himself, and yet when the first openhanded slap landed on his buttocks it caught him by surprise, eliciting a quiet gasp from him. Milliardo and Treize took turns. Each slap was followed by tender hands brushing soothingly over the slightly red marks on his flawless skin.

Wufei bit his lower lip, as he realized that the procedure was actually more arousing than painful. He blushed, burying his face deeper in his pillow as he felt himself hardening. I don't believe this. I'm being spanked like a disobedient little child, and I'm actually enjoying it.

Then it was over, and he could feel somebody stretching out next to him.

"Happy Birthday, little Dragon." Treize's hot breath tickled Wufei's ear. Nimble fingers removed the rope that was tying him to the headboard.

Wufei rolled onto his back, reaching up to pull off the blindfold. A strong hand caught his wrist. "Leave that on for now. We are not finished yet."

"Not finished?" the young slave echoed suspiciously.

"No more spankings," Treize assured him with a husky chortle. "Just lay back and enjoy."

Wufei complied, relaxing his hands at his site. He could feel the older men move. Unable to see what they were doing he waited in curious anticipation.

The young Chinese gasped when something brushed over his skin, wandering down his chest to his slim hips and back up his torso. The object was soft and just a little fluffy, like…a feather? It trailed over Wufei's cheek, his throat and slowly moved down to his nipples, tenderly circling one of those pink nubs, tickling and teasing it to tautness. At the same time a pair of hot lips engulfed its partner, suckling softly. A tongue rolled over the rosy tip, teeth scraping over the sensitive skin.

Wufei arched up, whimpering softly, shivering. It felt so good. It seemed as if his body was compensating for his lack of vision by intensifying the rest of his senses, including touch.

The feather tailed downward, brushing over the inside of his thighs, flickered over his quickly hardening manhood. The young slave's breathing became heavy. He could feel blood rush into his groin with every beat of his heart. Wufei gave a soft cry as the feather teased the tip of his erection, circling the little hole on top. His fingers dug into the sheets, as he writhed and squirmed, incoherent words breaking from his lips.

He felt the mattress beneath him shift as somebody leaned over him. Soft, full lips covered his own in a searing kiss. Wufei's pleasure-clouded brain registered only faintly the sent and taste of his master. A tongue slipped between his willingly parting lips, plundering the hot cavern of his mouth.
Long fingers wandered down his abdomen, resting in the soft curls just above his throbbing manhood for only a moment before moving deeper. Wufei trembled, soft moans escaping his lips, as those fingers fondled his testicles, brushing teasingly over the velvety sacs. Then suddenly the hand disappeared, but before the young slave could complain somebody moved between his parted legs.

Treize finally broke their kiss, just when Wufei became desperate for air. A thumb brushed softly over his passion-swollen lips. Then the blindfold was removed, and the dark-haired youth blinked a few times before his eyes focused on the face above him.
Strands of hair tickled his thighs and abdomen. Wufei breathed in sharply as his throbbing shaft was suddenly enveloped by hot wetness, and instinctively he thrust upward, deeper into Milliardo's mouth.

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In the sweet afterglow of their lovemaking Wufei curled up against Treize. Comfortable and warm in his master's embrace the youth closed his eyes, and before long his breathing became deep and steady.
Looking down his young Dragon, the duke smiled softly. He raised his hand to push a few damp strands of raven hair out of the young slave's face. His thumb traced Wufei's lips briefly, before he dipped his head, brushing those luscious curves with a ghost of kiss.

It was hard to believe that the beautiful creature in his arms was the same starved and beaten boy he had found on his property little more than a year ago.

"Is he asleep?" Milliardo whispered.

"Like a rock." Treize nodded. "But that doesn't mean the two of us have to follow his example."

"Your room or my room, Master?" the blond asked, a suggestive smile curving his lips.

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T.B.C.

Author's Note: It's done! I finished re-writing all of the existing chapters of this story. The next update will be a completely new chapter. Thank you to everybody who patiently waited and followed this fic for so long. I hope you will not be disappointed.

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