Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Aestheticsm ❯ Aestheticism ( One-Shot )
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By: Michalyn 
Treize and Wufei spend a special evening together: yaoi 13x5 lemon
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.14.2002 | Updated On: 02.20.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 4.0K | Visits: 1.7K | Status: Completed
Treize and Wufei spend a special evening together: yaoi 13x5 lemon
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.14.2002 | Updated On: 02.20.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 4.0K | Visits: 1.7K | Status: Completed
Aestheticism
by Michalyn
Stepping through the large french doors, which opened from the balcony onto the private suite of Treize Khushrenada, Wufei's eyes had little difficulty adjusting to the change in lighting. The room was dimly but warmly lit, the fire in the brazier casting a soft, seductive glow. The heady, familiar perfume of roses teased his nostrils - the scent the very essence of his lover. Tonight, however, the fragrance was subtly different, it was accentuated by the musky overtones of sandalwood and patchouli - Wufei's personal choices of scent. The suggestion of a similar joining of General and Dragon was not completely lost upon Wufei. From the small feast on the table in the far corner, to the crimson, silk sheets upon the bed, it was clear that his lover had special plans for their evening.
The man in question was seated in an armchair before the fire, legs comfortably extended. Wufei's eyes widened slightly as he took in the Oz General's casual appearance - so different from his usual stiff attire. His gaze traveled, mesmerized, from the slightly tousled ginger hair, gilded in the firelight, to the strong column of neck and the smooth tanned expanse of muscular chest exposed through the undone buttons of Treize's simple white shirt, and further downwards to the long, denim-clad legs, settling for a moment at the enticing juncture of those strong thighs, before continuing its journey downwards to the long, narrow feet, which peeked sexily from beneath the hem of Treize's jeans. Quite simply, Treize Khushrenada was the most beautiful thing Wufei had ever laid eyes upon. Half-formed images of pleasure and release danced around in his brain, breath quickening as he felt the heavy throb in his veins and the helpless pool of blood towards his groin.
"Welcome, Dragon."
Treize's cultured tones startled him out of his reverie, and Wufei flushed, recalling the direction of his gaze. "Ah."
Treize rose smoothly to embrace Wufei, noting the faint blush staining those high cheekbones. He was all too aware of Wufei's previous scrutiny and smiled to himself. Ah my Dragon, you can hide nothing from me.
Burrowing further into that embrace, inhaling the familiar scent of this man who was both lover and enemy, Wufei was assaulted by the myriad of feelings that these encounters always inspired: the passion that was always close to the surface, respect and admiration for the man who held him, desperation at the impossibility of a seemingly unavoidable situation, and underneath it all, the stirrings of something infinitely deeper than all of these combined.
Sensing the boy's distress, Treize tightened his arms around Wufei, bending his head to catch the younger man's lips in a kiss. As always, he marveled anew at the depth of his hunger for this slender boy. His tongue stole into that mouth, Wufei's tongue eagerly sparring with his own, and he groaned at the honey of the boy's mouth and how sweetly responsive he was to his touch. Wufei shuddered, the feel of Treize plundering his mouth ravishing his senses. He broke the kiss momentarily to trace the curve of that sensuous lower lip, tongue slipping inside once more to dip into the slick well between Treize's bottom lip and teeth. Treize growled at the unexpected motion, lifting Wufei slightly, leg slipping between those slender thighs, bringing him closer to the hot cradle of his hips. Wufei shivered in his arms, fingers moving upwards to grip Treize's shoulders as he sought anchorage in a sea of sensation.
One hand supporting the slight figure in his arms, Treize's other hand moved to caress the nape of Wufei's neck, freeing the silky strands from their severe queue. His fingers delved into the cool strands, massaging the sensitive spot where the hair had been tightly held. Wufei shivered anew at the touch, hips involuntarily thrusting forward. Treize felt an answering surge of desire at the boy's movement and moaned, realizing that if they didn't stop, this would be over far sooner than he'd intended.
Reluctantly breaking the kiss, Treize held Wufei to his chest for a moment, feeling the wild beat of both of their hearts. Allowing himself one last brief taste of those sweet lips, he lowered Wufei to the floor, steadying him as the boy tried to find his balance on legs gone rubbery.
Wufei breathed deeply, trying to calm his racing heart … and raging hormones! Not an easy task, especially when he was faced with the smoldering sapphire gaze of his lover.
Taking in Wufei's flushed face and slightly dazed expression, and the silky hair that framed his face so prettily, Treize felt the hot rush of blood to his already aching arousal. The pupils of those dark orbs were dilated from passion and the delicate rosebud mouth reddened from their kisses. Treize groaned inwardly, wanting nothing more than to ravish the fierce, dark-haired beauty right there and then. Gathering the scant remnants of his control, he resolved to exercise restraint.
For the first time both men had been allowed a brief respite from missions and responsibilities, and Treize was not about to squander it by rushing things. Their two previous encounters had invariably amounted to little more than caresses stolen in the dark, and though heated, there had been little time to savor the experience. Tonight he had plans for a more … drawn out encounter.
No, he would wait, even if it killed him. Taking Wufei's slender palm in his larger one, he motioned towards the table.
"Shall we?"
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Popping the last savory morsel of some delightful concoction into his mouth, Wufei closed his eyes as he let the flavor roll off his palette. "This was surely sinful," he thought to himself, but discovered that he couldn't find it within himself to care.
Treize paused in the act of bringing his glass to his lips. The expression on Wufei's face as he chewed was just short of ecstasy, and it brought a smile to his lips. His dragon was so unconsciously sensual. He might fool others with his prickly exterior, but Treize saw right through it. How could he not when every movement, every gesture, was subtly fraught with a sensuality that heated his blood?
"More wine, Dragon?"
Wufei eyed the ruby liquid speculatively; his glass was still half full. "I really shouldn't," he said with a small sigh. He normally did not drink and he feared that he'd already had too much. Besides, it was decidedly unwise to pilot a giant mech while under the influence.
"Dessert then?"
Wufei nodded in acquiescence, "hai".
As it was, dessert consisted of a confection, which was quite tart on the outside, but proved sinfully sweet on the inside. "Hmm," Wufei murmured, reaching for another of the little balls "what is this?"
"You like? My new personal favorite actually. I discovered them a few weeks ago through the Lady Une, who thought I might enjoy them. It turns out she was right in this as in so many other things. The actual name eludes me at the moment, but I call them Kleine Drachen."
"Kleine drachen?" The unfamiliar words rolled off Wufei's tongue with the ease of one who was multilingual. "What does that mean?"
Treize smiled. "It means little dragons."
"Little…?"
He watched as realization slowly dawned on Wufei, a becoming blush mounting those cheekbones. He did so enjoy playing with his dragon. "Quite exquisite don't you think?"
"Hn." Wufei scowled at the amusement dancing in those sapphire eyes.
Holding his gaze, the young general smiled slowly. Reaching for one of the balls he delicately licked its surface before popping it into his mouth. "Mmm, definitely my favorite."
Wufei's eyes widened as his breath abruptly deserted him. Unable to meet that blue gaze He felt his cheeks heat even further. Treize watched as his dragon suddenly became infinitely interested in the pattern of the tablecloth. The intensity with which the boy was studying the fabric truly was admirable.
Taking pity on him, Treize decided to leave off teasing his little warrior -- for the moment.
"Tell me, Dragon, do you paint or sketch?"
"Yes, I do, or rather I did," Wufei responded, more than grateful for the change of subject. "There is so little time for such things now," he added, a faint note of regret creeping into his voice. "I was trained in the traditional arts of Chinese painting and calligraphy as were all scholars of my clan. Quite different from the traditional Western-style which predominates here, though I must admit a fondness for both."
"Ah," Treize nodded his understanding. "How would you say the two styles are different?"
"Well, our traditional painting focuses largely on the emotions being communicated by the artist through the work. The result is often that less emphasis is placed on the kind of central focus and realistic rendition found in much of Western art. It is why my people often viewed a beautiful painting as a beautiful poem."
Regarding the intense gundam pilot, Treize decided that Wufei's own paintings must be magnificently turbulent. Treize smiled warmly. "Perhaps you will show me one of your paintings one day?"
Instantly he regretted his words. Such an opportunity could only present itself after the war, and they were both all too aware that a post-war period might not find either of them alive. Treize silently cursed his wayward tongue; the last thing either of them needed was a reminder of how very fragile these moments together were.
"Dragon I…."
Wufei's smile was bittersweet as he moved to cover Treize's hand with his own. "I would like that," he said simply.
The small gesture held such a wealth of meaning that Treize's throat suddenly ached with unexpressed emotion. Unable to speak, he raised Wufei's hand to his lips, kissing softly and lingeringly each slender finger in turn before releasing it.
The air between them vibrated with what had been left unsaid, and for a while they lapsed into a companionable silence, content to simply enjoy the moment.
Wufei was the first to speak:
"What about you? Surely a man of your tastes," he said indicating the lavish but not ostentatious furnishings, "is artistically inclined. Or does the Lady Une pick these as well?" Wufei added, mischief glinting in those dark eyes. It was near impossible to miss Treize's personal touch in everything in the room. It was a reflection of the man himself: aristocratic, intelligent and undeniably sensual.
Treize raised an eyebrow. So his dragon was teasing him; he would be sure to repay him later.
"I've been known to dabble here and there, though of late I find myself more often than not with sketchpad and pencil in hand." His gaze softened. "I think you must inspire me, Dragon."
Those warm blue eyes held midnight, promising the delights Wufei knew so well, and more. Reaching for Wufei's hand Treize led him away from the table and towards the bed.
"Let me show you how much."
As he felt the soft weight of Wufei's palm in his own, a fierce possessiveness overtook Treize. This beautiful, fierce warrior was his and only his. The thought was a heady one and he knew that he would die before he allowed anyone else to touch that smooth golden skin. Insanely, he wanted to protect Wufei, even amidst the knowledge that it was perhaps he, who posed the greatest threat to the slender boy's happiness. He wanted to cherish the young pilot, wanted to promise him forever when he could only promise the here and now; and tonight he wanted to see that exquisite face twist in ecstasy for him, wanted to hear that lilting tenor cry out his name. He captured Wufei's lips with his own and their tongues clashed in a battle of pleasure.
Wufei's hands moved to the front of Treize's shirt, fingers fumbling with the buttons. With a frustrated sound he grasped the edges of the garment, popping the stubborn buttons and thrusting his hands eagerly inside. He'd been dying to get his hands inside those damn clothes from the minute he'd laid eyes on Treize and the small consummation drew a moan from the back of his throat. The sleek heat of Treize's skin beneath his palms was enough to send Wufei's senses reeling. His hands roamed the older man's body, feeling the layers of muscle on either side of his spine. Fingers followed the deep indentation, disappearing beneath the waistband of Treize's pants, to find and caress the beginnings of that shadowed cleft at the base of his hips. Treize moaned at the feel of those hands. So maddeningly close ….
"Ahhh, Dragon," he gasped.
Lifting the boy easily, Treize placed him on the bed, the deep crimson of the silk sheets perfectly complementing Wufei's golden tones. He knelt at Wufei's feet, removing the boy's loafers and massaging the sensitive arch of each foot, drawing an involuntary sigh from his parted lips. Treize trailed kisses from slim ankle to hip, feeling the resilience of Wufei's flesh through the cloth of his pants. He freed the navy tank from the white pants and his hands slipped beneath it to stroke the delicate skin at the pilot's waist.
Those gentle touches, teased Wufei's senses, heightening the sensitivity of his skin, leaving him gasping. Treize's shirt hung open, giving him a tantalizing view of muscular chest and chiseled abdomen. Wanting, needing to touch the ginger-haired man, he reached up to caress him, but Treize stayed his hand:
"Not yet, Dragon," he murmured, pushing Wufei gently back onto the sheets. He placed a soft kiss on the delicate skin of Wufei's inner arm. "Let me show you how beautiful you are."
The husky timbre of that voice vibrated along Wufei's nerves and his pulse throbbed heavily in anticipation.
Treize pulled the tank top over Wufei's head, admiring the lean, lightly muscled, torso and smooth copper skin bared to his view. His gaze fell to the pilot's small nipples, wanting to taste the sweet buds and feel them harden beneath his tongue; he knew his dragon was delightfully sensitive here.
It was a knowledge he fully intended to exploit.
His hands traced the boy's ribs, stopping when they were parallel with the buds in question. His thumbs turned inwards, teasing the sensitive nipples with light, circular motions. Wufei gasped and whimpered, Treize's name breaking on his lips. He rewarded Wufei's response with another such caress, teasing a delicate, dusky areola before brushing the nipple with the lightest of touches.
Wufei whimpered again, back arching slightly as he begged wordlessly for a firmer caress. But Treize continued to stroke lightly, tracing the point where rose-colored flesh met golden, denying Wufei the touch where he needed it most. A low sound of frustration erupted from the boy and Treize watched avidly as the pink nub hardened even further beneath his touch. Wufei flushed even as he groaned, Treize's intense scrutiny prickling him with heat and embarrassment.
Treize watched as the boy arched languidly. The sweet movements of the pilot's body and the sounds escaping his lips heated his blood, intensifying the ache of his already hardened flesh. Sapphire eyes locked with midnight as Treize tormented the nubbin with the very tip of his tongue. Wufei's fingers clenched in the silk sheets as desire howled through him.
"Nnn …Treize … stop…teas--"
Wufei's words ended in a strangled cry as his flesh suddenly disappeared into the wet heat of his lover's mouth. While Treize busily attacked one nub with tongue and teeth, his hand teased and tormented its partner. Wufei shuddered under the twin assaults. Every sweet stab of that tongue, every movement of those fingers sent a jolt of pleasure unerringly to his groin.Treize 's mouth moved to the other nipple, giving it equal treatment, drawing more sweet music from Wufei's lips.
Treize's hands at Wufei's waist undid the sash that held the baggy white pants in place. His hands slipped inside the boy's pants cupping and squeezing his hardness briefly before stripping them off, leaving Wufei in his simple white briefs.
Sparks burst behind Wufei's eyes at the feel of Treize's hands on his aching arousal and he drew in a shuddering breath, in a futile attempt to still the clamoring of his body.
Treize trailed a burning line down the centerline of Wufei's chest, the small valley between his ribs and onto the soft firm flesh of the boy's stomach, which tightened beneath his mouth. His tongue found the pilot's navel, thrusting in and out of the small indentation. Feeling the shudder that raced along Wufei's spine he moaned, desire a fire burning low in his belly.
He hooked his fingers in the elastic waistband of Wufei's briefs, stripping the undergarment off the boy. Deliberately, he skirted Wufei's aching arousal, his hands moving to the fronts of the young pilot's thighs, kneading and massaging the taut flesh. Grasping the inside of each slender thigh, he simultaneously raised and opened him so that Wufei's knees were bent, feet planted wide apart on the mattress. Sapphire eyes blazed as Treize's gaze dropped to between the pilot's spread thighs. Wufei's jutting, weeping cock and heavy balls were fully exposed to his hungry eyes as well as the small rosy pucker between the smooth globes of the boy's buttocks.
Wufei felt himself become suddenly and utterly exposed and he made a startled sound, instinctively trying to close his thighs. Treize clucked his disapproval and moved to stop the slow descent of the boy's thighs. Stroking the delicate skin of the pilot's inner thighs, he spread Wufei's legs once more.
"Open, Dragon," he commanded. "I want to see all of your beauty."
A flushed climbed Wufei's cheekbones even as he complied. This was entirely different to being exposed to his lover's hands and mouth under the warm cocoon of darkness. He felt utterly vulnerable…and unspeakably wanton. He was painfully aroused, and the feel of the cool air on his naked erection only served to increase his torment. By the gods he would find a way to pay his lover back for this torture, he vowed.
Treize rose from the bed, impatiently stripping off his own clothes. Retrieving the tube of lubricant he kept in the drawer of the bedside table, he returned to the bed, moaning at the unbelievably erotic picture his dragon made. The boy's hair was fanned out in a cloud of ebony silk across the pillow and his exotic, almond-shaped eyes were heavy lidded from passion. A light sheen of sweat covered that lithe body and the pilot's skin was flushed, lips and nipples deep rose, from Treize's previous attentions. The boy's hips thrust involuntarily, pumping the air in a helpless attempt to relieve his neglected arousal.
Treize moaned. Ah Gott, he could come right there just watching his dragon.
Reaching between Wufei's thighs, a lubricated finger circled the entrance to the boy's body. Wufei whimpered, wanting, needing, more. Treize watched the tight sphincter clench as it tried to take his finger deeper into the hot, tight passage. He continued the torment, his finger probing shallowly then withdrawing only to return fractionally deeper each time. Each time he felt the clench of that ring of muscle, desperately trying to keep him in. Wufei moaned, head thrashing back and forth on the pillow, feet digging into the mattress.
"Please, please … don't … Treize ... more!"
One long finger slid smoothly into the tight passage followed by a second and then a third, stretching the tight ring of muscle. Seeking and finding the boy's prostate, Treize thrust his fingers in a steady rhythm, mercilessly stroking the tender gland. Wufei's hips bucked wildly, mindless with the pleasure that seemed to paradoxically satisfy and intensify his arousal. Broken sounds fell from his lips, whispers, moans, and words without meaning as he was caught in the tempest of passion.
When Treize took the very tip of Wufei's erection into his mouth, tongue darting into the slit at the head, it was more than he could bear. With a hoarse cry he arched upwards, spilling his seed into his lover's mouth.
Treize suckled vigorously as his mouth was suddenly flooded with a copious amount of ejaculate, savoring the salty-sweet taste of his lover's essence. The aftershocks of pleasure were still coursing through Wufei, and he placed a gentle kiss on those trembling lips, murmuring soothing words as he waited for the tremors to subside.
When it seemed that the young pilot had regained his breath, he lifted the boy's legs to his shoulders. Applying a generous amount of lubricant to his engorged length, he positioned himself at the entrance to Wufei's body. Shudders took him as he fought to ease in slowly so that his entrance was not painful for his lover who was still relatively new to the experience. When he was deeply seated in Wufei's body, he stopped, giving the boy a moment to adjust. The snug caress of Wufei's body as his muscles contracted gently around his hardness unraveled the last of his control. Groaning, he began thrusting in a deep, hard, rhythm, world narrowed to the needs of his body and the tight clasp of that orifice.
"Dragon … so …tight."
Oh gods, Treize was so deep inside. The drag of Treize's sex on Wufei's prostate sent pleasure rocking through him, and impossibly he hardened again. He thrust in counterpart, meeting Treize's downward strokes with each movement of his hips. They had been dancing to this rhythm from the first day they had met; this duel of bodies, thrust meeting thrust, stroke meeting stroke. A burning consumed them as they moved, deep and hot and searing. Love, passion and desperation in one flame, melding them until they were one flesh, one breath.
They came together in an earthquake of satisfaction, the rhythmic contraction of Wufei's inner muscles milking Treize to completion. Lowering Wufei's legs from his shoulders, Treize collapsed next to him on the bed. He pulled the slender pilot into his arms, cradling his head in the crook between neck and shoulder. Exhausted, Wufei turned to press an open- mouthed kiss against Treize's throat, and his hand moved to clasp Treize's in his own.
The fires of passion spent, they lay together in satiated peace. A sweet lassitude was stealing Wufei's bones and he snuggled closer into Treize's embrace, the fingers of one hand lazily tracing a pattern across his lover's chest. Words at the moment seemed superfluous, and so instead they settled for the intimate press of body against body and fell asleep to the music of each other's heartbeats.
by Michalyn
Stepping through the large french doors, which opened from the balcony onto the private suite of Treize Khushrenada, Wufei's eyes had little difficulty adjusting to the change in lighting. The room was dimly but warmly lit, the fire in the brazier casting a soft, seductive glow. The heady, familiar perfume of roses teased his nostrils - the scent the very essence of his lover. Tonight, however, the fragrance was subtly different, it was accentuated by the musky overtones of sandalwood and patchouli - Wufei's personal choices of scent. The suggestion of a similar joining of General and Dragon was not completely lost upon Wufei. From the small feast on the table in the far corner, to the crimson, silk sheets upon the bed, it was clear that his lover had special plans for their evening.
The man in question was seated in an armchair before the fire, legs comfortably extended. Wufei's eyes widened slightly as he took in the Oz General's casual appearance - so different from his usual stiff attire. His gaze traveled, mesmerized, from the slightly tousled ginger hair, gilded in the firelight, to the strong column of neck and the smooth tanned expanse of muscular chest exposed through the undone buttons of Treize's simple white shirt, and further downwards to the long, denim-clad legs, settling for a moment at the enticing juncture of those strong thighs, before continuing its journey downwards to the long, narrow feet, which peeked sexily from beneath the hem of Treize's jeans. Quite simply, Treize Khushrenada was the most beautiful thing Wufei had ever laid eyes upon. Half-formed images of pleasure and release danced around in his brain, breath quickening as he felt the heavy throb in his veins and the helpless pool of blood towards his groin.
"Welcome, Dragon."
Treize's cultured tones startled him out of his reverie, and Wufei flushed, recalling the direction of his gaze. "Ah."
Treize rose smoothly to embrace Wufei, noting the faint blush staining those high cheekbones. He was all too aware of Wufei's previous scrutiny and smiled to himself. Ah my Dragon, you can hide nothing from me.
Burrowing further into that embrace, inhaling the familiar scent of this man who was both lover and enemy, Wufei was assaulted by the myriad of feelings that these encounters always inspired: the passion that was always close to the surface, respect and admiration for the man who held him, desperation at the impossibility of a seemingly unavoidable situation, and underneath it all, the stirrings of something infinitely deeper than all of these combined.
Sensing the boy's distress, Treize tightened his arms around Wufei, bending his head to catch the younger man's lips in a kiss. As always, he marveled anew at the depth of his hunger for this slender boy. His tongue stole into that mouth, Wufei's tongue eagerly sparring with his own, and he groaned at the honey of the boy's mouth and how sweetly responsive he was to his touch. Wufei shuddered, the feel of Treize plundering his mouth ravishing his senses. He broke the kiss momentarily to trace the curve of that sensuous lower lip, tongue slipping inside once more to dip into the slick well between Treize's bottom lip and teeth. Treize growled at the unexpected motion, lifting Wufei slightly, leg slipping between those slender thighs, bringing him closer to the hot cradle of his hips. Wufei shivered in his arms, fingers moving upwards to grip Treize's shoulders as he sought anchorage in a sea of sensation.
One hand supporting the slight figure in his arms, Treize's other hand moved to caress the nape of Wufei's neck, freeing the silky strands from their severe queue. His fingers delved into the cool strands, massaging the sensitive spot where the hair had been tightly held. Wufei shivered anew at the touch, hips involuntarily thrusting forward. Treize felt an answering surge of desire at the boy's movement and moaned, realizing that if they didn't stop, this would be over far sooner than he'd intended.
Reluctantly breaking the kiss, Treize held Wufei to his chest for a moment, feeling the wild beat of both of their hearts. Allowing himself one last brief taste of those sweet lips, he lowered Wufei to the floor, steadying him as the boy tried to find his balance on legs gone rubbery.
Wufei breathed deeply, trying to calm his racing heart … and raging hormones! Not an easy task, especially when he was faced with the smoldering sapphire gaze of his lover.
Taking in Wufei's flushed face and slightly dazed expression, and the silky hair that framed his face so prettily, Treize felt the hot rush of blood to his already aching arousal. The pupils of those dark orbs were dilated from passion and the delicate rosebud mouth reddened from their kisses. Treize groaned inwardly, wanting nothing more than to ravish the fierce, dark-haired beauty right there and then. Gathering the scant remnants of his control, he resolved to exercise restraint.
For the first time both men had been allowed a brief respite from missions and responsibilities, and Treize was not about to squander it by rushing things. Their two previous encounters had invariably amounted to little more than caresses stolen in the dark, and though heated, there had been little time to savor the experience. Tonight he had plans for a more … drawn out encounter.
No, he would wait, even if it killed him. Taking Wufei's slender palm in his larger one, he motioned towards the table.
"Shall we?"
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Popping the last savory morsel of some delightful concoction into his mouth, Wufei closed his eyes as he let the flavor roll off his palette. "This was surely sinful," he thought to himself, but discovered that he couldn't find it within himself to care.
Treize paused in the act of bringing his glass to his lips. The expression on Wufei's face as he chewed was just short of ecstasy, and it brought a smile to his lips. His dragon was so unconsciously sensual. He might fool others with his prickly exterior, but Treize saw right through it. How could he not when every movement, every gesture, was subtly fraught with a sensuality that heated his blood?
"More wine, Dragon?"
Wufei eyed the ruby liquid speculatively; his glass was still half full. "I really shouldn't," he said with a small sigh. He normally did not drink and he feared that he'd already had too much. Besides, it was decidedly unwise to pilot a giant mech while under the influence.
"Dessert then?"
Wufei nodded in acquiescence, "hai".
As it was, dessert consisted of a confection, which was quite tart on the outside, but proved sinfully sweet on the inside. "Hmm," Wufei murmured, reaching for another of the little balls "what is this?"
"You like? My new personal favorite actually. I discovered them a few weeks ago through the Lady Une, who thought I might enjoy them. It turns out she was right in this as in so many other things. The actual name eludes me at the moment, but I call them Kleine Drachen."
"Kleine drachen?" The unfamiliar words rolled off Wufei's tongue with the ease of one who was multilingual. "What does that mean?"
Treize smiled. "It means little dragons."
"Little…?"
He watched as realization slowly dawned on Wufei, a becoming blush mounting those cheekbones. He did so enjoy playing with his dragon. "Quite exquisite don't you think?"
"Hn." Wufei scowled at the amusement dancing in those sapphire eyes.
Holding his gaze, the young general smiled slowly. Reaching for one of the balls he delicately licked its surface before popping it into his mouth. "Mmm, definitely my favorite."
Wufei's eyes widened as his breath abruptly deserted him. Unable to meet that blue gaze He felt his cheeks heat even further. Treize watched as his dragon suddenly became infinitely interested in the pattern of the tablecloth. The intensity with which the boy was studying the fabric truly was admirable.
Taking pity on him, Treize decided to leave off teasing his little warrior -- for the moment.
"Tell me, Dragon, do you paint or sketch?"
"Yes, I do, or rather I did," Wufei responded, more than grateful for the change of subject. "There is so little time for such things now," he added, a faint note of regret creeping into his voice. "I was trained in the traditional arts of Chinese painting and calligraphy as were all scholars of my clan. Quite different from the traditional Western-style which predominates here, though I must admit a fondness for both."
"Ah," Treize nodded his understanding. "How would you say the two styles are different?"
"Well, our traditional painting focuses largely on the emotions being communicated by the artist through the work. The result is often that less emphasis is placed on the kind of central focus and realistic rendition found in much of Western art. It is why my people often viewed a beautiful painting as a beautiful poem."
Regarding the intense gundam pilot, Treize decided that Wufei's own paintings must be magnificently turbulent. Treize smiled warmly. "Perhaps you will show me one of your paintings one day?"
Instantly he regretted his words. Such an opportunity could only present itself after the war, and they were both all too aware that a post-war period might not find either of them alive. Treize silently cursed his wayward tongue; the last thing either of them needed was a reminder of how very fragile these moments together were.
"Dragon I…."
Wufei's smile was bittersweet as he moved to cover Treize's hand with his own. "I would like that," he said simply.
The small gesture held such a wealth of meaning that Treize's throat suddenly ached with unexpressed emotion. Unable to speak, he raised Wufei's hand to his lips, kissing softly and lingeringly each slender finger in turn before releasing it.
The air between them vibrated with what had been left unsaid, and for a while they lapsed into a companionable silence, content to simply enjoy the moment.
Wufei was the first to speak:
"What about you? Surely a man of your tastes," he said indicating the lavish but not ostentatious furnishings, "is artistically inclined. Or does the Lady Une pick these as well?" Wufei added, mischief glinting in those dark eyes. It was near impossible to miss Treize's personal touch in everything in the room. It was a reflection of the man himself: aristocratic, intelligent and undeniably sensual.
Treize raised an eyebrow. So his dragon was teasing him; he would be sure to repay him later.
"I've been known to dabble here and there, though of late I find myself more often than not with sketchpad and pencil in hand." His gaze softened. "I think you must inspire me, Dragon."
Those warm blue eyes held midnight, promising the delights Wufei knew so well, and more. Reaching for Wufei's hand Treize led him away from the table and towards the bed.
"Let me show you how much."
As he felt the soft weight of Wufei's palm in his own, a fierce possessiveness overtook Treize. This beautiful, fierce warrior was his and only his. The thought was a heady one and he knew that he would die before he allowed anyone else to touch that smooth golden skin. Insanely, he wanted to protect Wufei, even amidst the knowledge that it was perhaps he, who posed the greatest threat to the slender boy's happiness. He wanted to cherish the young pilot, wanted to promise him forever when he could only promise the here and now; and tonight he wanted to see that exquisite face twist in ecstasy for him, wanted to hear that lilting tenor cry out his name. He captured Wufei's lips with his own and their tongues clashed in a battle of pleasure.
Wufei's hands moved to the front of Treize's shirt, fingers fumbling with the buttons. With a frustrated sound he grasped the edges of the garment, popping the stubborn buttons and thrusting his hands eagerly inside. He'd been dying to get his hands inside those damn clothes from the minute he'd laid eyes on Treize and the small consummation drew a moan from the back of his throat. The sleek heat of Treize's skin beneath his palms was enough to send Wufei's senses reeling. His hands roamed the older man's body, feeling the layers of muscle on either side of his spine. Fingers followed the deep indentation, disappearing beneath the waistband of Treize's pants, to find and caress the beginnings of that shadowed cleft at the base of his hips. Treize moaned at the feel of those hands. So maddeningly close ….
"Ahhh, Dragon," he gasped.
Lifting the boy easily, Treize placed him on the bed, the deep crimson of the silk sheets perfectly complementing Wufei's golden tones. He knelt at Wufei's feet, removing the boy's loafers and massaging the sensitive arch of each foot, drawing an involuntary sigh from his parted lips. Treize trailed kisses from slim ankle to hip, feeling the resilience of Wufei's flesh through the cloth of his pants. He freed the navy tank from the white pants and his hands slipped beneath it to stroke the delicate skin at the pilot's waist.
Those gentle touches, teased Wufei's senses, heightening the sensitivity of his skin, leaving him gasping. Treize's shirt hung open, giving him a tantalizing view of muscular chest and chiseled abdomen. Wanting, needing to touch the ginger-haired man, he reached up to caress him, but Treize stayed his hand:
"Not yet, Dragon," he murmured, pushing Wufei gently back onto the sheets. He placed a soft kiss on the delicate skin of Wufei's inner arm. "Let me show you how beautiful you are."
The husky timbre of that voice vibrated along Wufei's nerves and his pulse throbbed heavily in anticipation.
Treize pulled the tank top over Wufei's head, admiring the lean, lightly muscled, torso and smooth copper skin bared to his view. His gaze fell to the pilot's small nipples, wanting to taste the sweet buds and feel them harden beneath his tongue; he knew his dragon was delightfully sensitive here.
It was a knowledge he fully intended to exploit.
His hands traced the boy's ribs, stopping when they were parallel with the buds in question. His thumbs turned inwards, teasing the sensitive nipples with light, circular motions. Wufei gasped and whimpered, Treize's name breaking on his lips. He rewarded Wufei's response with another such caress, teasing a delicate, dusky areola before brushing the nipple with the lightest of touches.
Wufei whimpered again, back arching slightly as he begged wordlessly for a firmer caress. But Treize continued to stroke lightly, tracing the point where rose-colored flesh met golden, denying Wufei the touch where he needed it most. A low sound of frustration erupted from the boy and Treize watched avidly as the pink nub hardened even further beneath his touch. Wufei flushed even as he groaned, Treize's intense scrutiny prickling him with heat and embarrassment.
Treize watched as the boy arched languidly. The sweet movements of the pilot's body and the sounds escaping his lips heated his blood, intensifying the ache of his already hardened flesh. Sapphire eyes locked with midnight as Treize tormented the nubbin with the very tip of his tongue. Wufei's fingers clenched in the silk sheets as desire howled through him.
"Nnn …Treize … stop…teas--"
Wufei's words ended in a strangled cry as his flesh suddenly disappeared into the wet heat of his lover's mouth. While Treize busily attacked one nub with tongue and teeth, his hand teased and tormented its partner. Wufei shuddered under the twin assaults. Every sweet stab of that tongue, every movement of those fingers sent a jolt of pleasure unerringly to his groin.Treize 's mouth moved to the other nipple, giving it equal treatment, drawing more sweet music from Wufei's lips.
Treize's hands at Wufei's waist undid the sash that held the baggy white pants in place. His hands slipped inside the boy's pants cupping and squeezing his hardness briefly before stripping them off, leaving Wufei in his simple white briefs.
Sparks burst behind Wufei's eyes at the feel of Treize's hands on his aching arousal and he drew in a shuddering breath, in a futile attempt to still the clamoring of his body.
Treize trailed a burning line down the centerline of Wufei's chest, the small valley between his ribs and onto the soft firm flesh of the boy's stomach, which tightened beneath his mouth. His tongue found the pilot's navel, thrusting in and out of the small indentation. Feeling the shudder that raced along Wufei's spine he moaned, desire a fire burning low in his belly.
He hooked his fingers in the elastic waistband of Wufei's briefs, stripping the undergarment off the boy. Deliberately, he skirted Wufei's aching arousal, his hands moving to the fronts of the young pilot's thighs, kneading and massaging the taut flesh. Grasping the inside of each slender thigh, he simultaneously raised and opened him so that Wufei's knees were bent, feet planted wide apart on the mattress. Sapphire eyes blazed as Treize's gaze dropped to between the pilot's spread thighs. Wufei's jutting, weeping cock and heavy balls were fully exposed to his hungry eyes as well as the small rosy pucker between the smooth globes of the boy's buttocks.
Wufei felt himself become suddenly and utterly exposed and he made a startled sound, instinctively trying to close his thighs. Treize clucked his disapproval and moved to stop the slow descent of the boy's thighs. Stroking the delicate skin of the pilot's inner thighs, he spread Wufei's legs once more.
"Open, Dragon," he commanded. "I want to see all of your beauty."
A flushed climbed Wufei's cheekbones even as he complied. This was entirely different to being exposed to his lover's hands and mouth under the warm cocoon of darkness. He felt utterly vulnerable…and unspeakably wanton. He was painfully aroused, and the feel of the cool air on his naked erection only served to increase his torment. By the gods he would find a way to pay his lover back for this torture, he vowed.
Treize rose from the bed, impatiently stripping off his own clothes. Retrieving the tube of lubricant he kept in the drawer of the bedside table, he returned to the bed, moaning at the unbelievably erotic picture his dragon made. The boy's hair was fanned out in a cloud of ebony silk across the pillow and his exotic, almond-shaped eyes were heavy lidded from passion. A light sheen of sweat covered that lithe body and the pilot's skin was flushed, lips and nipples deep rose, from Treize's previous attentions. The boy's hips thrust involuntarily, pumping the air in a helpless attempt to relieve his neglected arousal.
Treize moaned. Ah Gott, he could come right there just watching his dragon.
Reaching between Wufei's thighs, a lubricated finger circled the entrance to the boy's body. Wufei whimpered, wanting, needing, more. Treize watched the tight sphincter clench as it tried to take his finger deeper into the hot, tight passage. He continued the torment, his finger probing shallowly then withdrawing only to return fractionally deeper each time. Each time he felt the clench of that ring of muscle, desperately trying to keep him in. Wufei moaned, head thrashing back and forth on the pillow, feet digging into the mattress.
"Please, please … don't … Treize ... more!"
One long finger slid smoothly into the tight passage followed by a second and then a third, stretching the tight ring of muscle. Seeking and finding the boy's prostate, Treize thrust his fingers in a steady rhythm, mercilessly stroking the tender gland. Wufei's hips bucked wildly, mindless with the pleasure that seemed to paradoxically satisfy and intensify his arousal. Broken sounds fell from his lips, whispers, moans, and words without meaning as he was caught in the tempest of passion.
When Treize took the very tip of Wufei's erection into his mouth, tongue darting into the slit at the head, it was more than he could bear. With a hoarse cry he arched upwards, spilling his seed into his lover's mouth.
Treize suckled vigorously as his mouth was suddenly flooded with a copious amount of ejaculate, savoring the salty-sweet taste of his lover's essence. The aftershocks of pleasure were still coursing through Wufei, and he placed a gentle kiss on those trembling lips, murmuring soothing words as he waited for the tremors to subside.
When it seemed that the young pilot had regained his breath, he lifted the boy's legs to his shoulders. Applying a generous amount of lubricant to his engorged length, he positioned himself at the entrance to Wufei's body. Shudders took him as he fought to ease in slowly so that his entrance was not painful for his lover who was still relatively new to the experience. When he was deeply seated in Wufei's body, he stopped, giving the boy a moment to adjust. The snug caress of Wufei's body as his muscles contracted gently around his hardness unraveled the last of his control. Groaning, he began thrusting in a deep, hard, rhythm, world narrowed to the needs of his body and the tight clasp of that orifice.
"Dragon … so …tight."
Oh gods, Treize was so deep inside. The drag of Treize's sex on Wufei's prostate sent pleasure rocking through him, and impossibly he hardened again. He thrust in counterpart, meeting Treize's downward strokes with each movement of his hips. They had been dancing to this rhythm from the first day they had met; this duel of bodies, thrust meeting thrust, stroke meeting stroke. A burning consumed them as they moved, deep and hot and searing. Love, passion and desperation in one flame, melding them until they were one flesh, one breath.
They came together in an earthquake of satisfaction, the rhythmic contraction of Wufei's inner muscles milking Treize to completion. Lowering Wufei's legs from his shoulders, Treize collapsed next to him on the bed. He pulled the slender pilot into his arms, cradling his head in the crook between neck and shoulder. Exhausted, Wufei turned to press an open- mouthed kiss against Treize's throat, and his hand moved to clasp Treize's in his own.
The fires of passion spent, they lay together in satiated peace. A sweet lassitude was stealing Wufei's bones and he snuggled closer into Treize's embrace, the fingers of one hand lazily tracing a pattern across his lover's chest. Words at the moment seemed superfluous, and so instead they settled for the intimate press of body against body and fell asleep to the music of each other's heartbeats.