Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Cherished ❯ Cherished ( One-Shot )

I make no claim to any of the Gundam Wing characters. This story is written for my, and hopefully others' enjoyment and not for monetary profit.

My dear beta is really swamped right now, so instead of bombarding her with yet another chapter, I'm posting this new story as is, for now. I tried to catch any glaring errors but please excuse any mistakes you may find.

This story is dedicated to Ikari no Kawaii for being a sweetie and for pointing me to the inspiration for this fic. (Click here to take a peek. I edited and prettied up the original pic)

Cherished
by Michalyn

Warnings: 13x6x5, PWP, Oneshot
Rating: MA for graphic lemon

"Let me take him."

 

Milliardo made a soft sound of disagreement, careful not to jostle Wufei in his arms. "Hush, you'll wake him."

 

Treize stared at Wufei's flushed cheeks and parted lips and smiled. "This is so unlike him. I cannot believe he actually fell asleep." They passed the living room, and Treize paused to turn off the lamps as he followed Milliardo up the stairs. The other man stopped, waiting for him.

 

"That just goes to show how exhausted he is." Milliardo grimaced, keeping his voice low. "Is it really necessary for him to work such late hours at the university? Surely other assistants do not keep his schedule."

 

"Of course not, but you know how much this assistantship with the Philosophy Department means to Wufei. He's determined to prove he's worthy of further sponsorship so he can get into the PhD program. I suppose I can't blame him, even if he is a bit too earnest." Treize moved ahead of Milliardo to open the bedroom door. "Lovers or no, when he sets his mind on something, neither you nor I can convince him otherwise."

 

Milliardo sighed. "How well do I know it. I never doubt for a minute that he loves us, but I can't help thinking this triangle of ours propels him to be even more conventional in his external life. It's as though he has to prove to himself that that rigidity will somehow balance out whatever excesses he thinks our love affords him." Milliardo shook his head again. "But that is also why we love him, no?"

 

"Hmm," Treize leaned forward and their lips met. Wedged between their bodies, Wufei made a murmuring sound and Treize's mouth spread into a grin.

 

"Come, let's get him ready for bed."

 

o-o-o

 

Wufei blinked, registering many things at once as he came to slow consciousness. The glow of the single lamp at his bedside, the pungency of burning incense and incredible living heat at his back and at his side ... made all the more vivid by the fact that he was naked. Wufei's eyes widened, all grogginess fled. His hair was loose and when he tried to jerk himself upright, strong arms held him in place.

 

"Off so soon?" Treize's hot breath fanned against his ear. "Milliardo, I do believe he is trying to leave us after we went to all this trouble." Next to Wufei, Milliardo prowled closer, his unbound hair a gleaming mass over his shoulders.

 

"Tut, tut. So ungrateful," he purred. Milliardo's eyes, burning azure, locked with Wufei's, " We can't have that now, can we, Treize?"

 

Wufei swallowed audibly, trying to rally his defenses. How on earth had he allowed himself to become so befuddled that he had not even noticed he'd fallen asleep at his desk? Surely he was not napping so long that his lovers would have worried and felt the need to check on him? Wufei strained to read the digits on the clock near the bed. He swore. After 1 AM. He had overdone it. Wufei struggled to find his voice.

 

"All right, perhaps I did extend my shift a little more than necessary, but I see no reason--"

 

"Feet, or chest, Milliardo?"

 

"I'll take the lower half, thanks."

 

"Ge...gentlemen ... oh gods," Wufei gasped as Milliardo grasped each of his ankles and with slow deliberation spread him. A hot flush burned through Wufei's body and he gave one last desperate attempt at flight, spurred by a tumble of panic and fevered excitement.

 

"They weren't going to...." his thoughts tangled together, "they wouldn't ... had never actually teamed up on him." Wufei's entire body shuddered as he contemplated the possibilities ahead of him. In that moment, even he could not have said whether it was from arousal or fear. His eyes darted from Milliardo, to Treize's arm locked about his waist. They were always careful with him ... knew he didn't like to lose control ... it wasn't that he feared it ... not quite ... perhaps a little ... but...." Wufei's train of thought crumbled as Milliardo moved closer.

 

The older man's weight pressed into the mattress. He did not caress Wufei. Instead, he curled Wufei's heels back onto his hips and simply looked at him.

 

Wufei's knees caved. Or rather, they attempted to. He would have succeeded if Treize had not chosen that moment to assist Milliardo by looping his arms behind Wufei's knees. Wufei made a strangled sound, shielding himself with his hands. It was not so much that he was shy as he knew his own sensitivity. The vulnerability of the pose could only mean exquisite torture for him and that shared knowledge was as palpable among them as the fragrant smoke curling in the air. Under the intensity of Milliardo's gaze, every instinct of Wufei's could but demand escape.

 

Milliardo contemplated him, grinning. "It's quite pointless to hide, Wufei. Why don't you just relax and accept your punishment? I promise you won't regret it."

 

Wufei's hands were trembling, but he still managed to let out an exasperated breath. "You promise punishment and expect me to relax? I know you, Marquise and your form of punishment ... it's...." Wufei flushed, unable to finish.

 

"My form of punishment?" Milliardo's breath bathed Wufei's knuckles. It was the only warning he would get before the heat of the blond's tongue delved between the grooves of his fingers, probing to the more delicate flesh beneath. Wufei's hands jerked and his and Milliardo's moans rose in unison.

 

Treize chuckled. "Delicious, isn't he?"

 

"Mmm," Milliardo nuzzled Wufei's testicles. "Exquisite."

 

The pads of his fingers found the silken flesh of Wufei's perineum and began rubbing in a lazy circular motion -- just enough to sensitize, but not nearly enough to apply the pressure Wufei needed most. A fine sheen of perspiration broke over his skin as pleasure bloomed and burst. His voice, as muddled as his senses, caught on a sound that was neither moan nor curse. Wufei's fingers twisted in the sheets, his head lolling against Treize's shoulder. He saw the fire in Milliardo's eyes and Wufei bit his lip hard, refusing to be bested.

 

He would not beg.

 

A pale eyebrow rose. "So that's how you want to play it? A little higher, please, Treize."

 

"You bastards!" Wufei swore as Treize lifted him, but it was useless.

 

Milliardo's thumb caressed his entrance. Not pressing or demanding, but stroking around the ring of muscle with care, and for all Wufei's determination, he could not help the delicate spasm that seized him. Milliardo smiled knowingly at the seeking movement and Wufei turned his face away, embarrassed.

 

"Sweet, sweet, Wufei, your body knows what it wants," Milliardo purred, circling Wufei again. He buried his face between Wufei's thighs, dipping below his testicles to bestow upon him the most intimate of kisses.

 

"No--" Wufei shook, a man in torment. Milliardo's lips were soft and moist and the heat of his mouth hid the vivid probe of his tongue. He continued to taste Wufei, alternating broad, flat swipes with more pointed caresses, and Wufei writhed, suddenly grateful for Treize's hands behind his knees, for he was sure he could not have held them up himself. His chest was heaving and though Wufei had not begged yet, cries burst from his lips to echo off the canopied bed.

 

Treize made a rumbling sound of pleasure; he kissed Wufei's hot cheek, soothing him. "Have you tormented him enough, dear Milliardo? As lovely as the view is from here, I have some treats of my own."

 

"Ah." Milliardo released him, as did Treize. Wufei made a feeble protest, but he was lifted and resettled, this time in the cradle of Milliardo's arms. The blond cupped him behind his neck and for the first time that night their lips met. Milliardo's hands tangled in Wufei's hair but though his movements were passionate, they were never rough. Milliardo sought out the warmth of Wufei's scalp, stroking the fine hairs at his temple and at the nape of his neck. Wufei clung to him, shivering with the heat Milliardo had awakened in him.

 

"Gods," Treize moaned, "if only you could see yourselves." Wufei tried to follow him, but Milliardo was kissing him again and Treize disappeared at the edges of his vision, his weight dipping off the bed. Moving, Wufei guessed as he heard Treize open a drawer, to retrieve the lubricant they kept stashed there. His heart thudded.

 

"Come, come, aren't you going to share?" Treize returned. He smiled, taking first Milliardo's lips and then Wufei's. He was thorough and Wufei closed his eyes as the warm slide of Treize's tongue turned his bones to honey. All the while, Milliardo soothed and caressed him, the tips of his fingers trailing up and down Wufei's arms until goose pimples broke out over his skin. Wufei could feel the heat of Treize's body as the older man settled between his thighs, but any defense he might have presented was toppled as Milliardo kissed him again. For all their gentleness, however, both men seemed determined to ignore his erection, and Wufei, desperate for relief, decided to take the job in hand himself.

 

"No, no that is mine." Treize swatted Wufei away. Immediately, Milliardo laced their fingers together, eliminating any possibility of rebellion.

 

"Wufei," Treize breathed over Wufei's erection, "I think we need to re-examine your work schedule."

 

Wufei's eyes widened. In these situations, it was best to appeal to reason. "Now Treize," he began shakily, "I've admitted I was remiss. Surely there's no need for such underhanded methods?" Wufei held his breath.

 

"Milliardo do you consider this underhanded?"

 

"Oh not at all, Treize, not in the least."

 

"That's good," Treize's lips spread, "for I plan to be quite direct." He rubbed over the sensitive crown of Wufei's erection, and a shout broke from Wufei. He shuddered, slumping in Milliardo's arms.

 

"Ah," Treize did not cease his torment, "I love this part of you best." Milliardo rumbled his approval as Treize lifted fingers wet with Wufei's own excitement. "Do you need us that badly, my darling?"

 

Wufei groaned as heat burst over him. He closed his eyes, mortified and damnably more excited as Treize continued to whisper shocking things to him.

While Milliardo used touch, it was most often Treize who brought this talk to the bedroom. He had realized early on that, ingrown, bookish creature that Wufei was, an intimate suggestion or sensual turn of phrase could leave him as weak kneed as a caress. He used that knowledge now to his advantage, calling more sweet pulses from Wufei.

 

"So lovely," Treize sighed. "I do believe I shall have a taste."

 

Treize's mouth surrounded him. Even as Wufei tried to absorb the sensation, the older man was circling his entrance, teasing him with warm slick fingers, slipping deftly in. Wufei cried out; a sound devoid of restraint or coherence. No words, just an unadulterated expression of need and a demand for fulfillment in a language as formless as desire itself.

 

Milliardo's breath was hot against Wufei ear. He whispered endearments, tender admonishments, hot naked words that brought a fever to Wufei's skin. Wufei's hips rocked in an urgent rhythm as Treize, deliberately coy, stroked his passage -- now withdrawing, now caressing, now reaching deep within Wufei to ignite the node of pleasure that left him helpless in Milliardo's arms.

 

And still there was no release in sight. While Treize suckled and stroked him, Milliardo plucked a livewire of pleasure that twanged from Wufei's nipples to his loins. Ecstasy refracted, doubled, magnified. When Wufei moaned, Treize and Milliardo murmured to him. They would extract not just his pleasure, they promised, but his full surrender.

 

Hemmed in as he was by one lover's cradling arms and the other's dark eyes, Wufei could only imagine the wanton picture they must make. He was distantly aware that later, after the fire of passion had cooled, he would probably be embarrassed to recall it. Yet, for now, Milliardo's and Treize's touches were soft upon him and beyond the physical pleasure, they told Wufei with hands, fingers and hot, seeking mouths that they loved him, wanted him -- that he was impossibly cherished.

 

Wufei's vow was forgotten and he pleaded yes, he wanted it, yes he felt good, yes he would not give them such a fright again, yes he would take better care of himself....

 

Yes he loved them.

 

Treize and Milliardo were attentive lovers but even they could only test so far the limits of their endurance. They slipped beneath the blankets, Treize curled into Milliardo, curled into Wufei. Three unlikely kittens encircled by the weave of their affection. Treize and Milliardo domesticated, taking in the straggler that was Wufei.

 

This was a great point of contention among them. Milliardo and Treize claimed that Wufei still saw himself as an outsider, that he did not believe in the strength of their love. Wufei protested. How could he explain to the two men? It was not that he doubted their love but sometimes, watching Treize's arm on Milliardo's or the way Wufei would find them curled together on the couch when he came home from the library, he could not help but wonder about that nebulous period they jokingly referred to as "the time before Wufei." For Milliardo and Treize, Wufei knew the phrase meant that his presence was something sweet and momentous, but three was an odd number in every sense. Wufei was reminded that he was an enhancement, an embellishment to an already stable foundation. In the beginning, he had vowed to protect himself. He would demand no more than he was given and take no more than he received. Wufei had not anticipated that the two men would ask nothing of him and give him all their love in return. So, if he pushed himself too hard or worked a little too late, perhaps it was because he was desperately trying to develop another foundation for himself. Perhaps he was afraid that now that he had lost himself to them he would lose them.

 

Afterwards when they had showered and returned to bed, Wufei waited till his lovers were asleep and padded downstairs. He found his glasses on the coffee table and he moved to the study with them. He could not find the paper he had been working on in the office, though he was sure Treize and Milliardo would have taken care to gather it among his things. Wufei settled instead with the next week's reading, but his eyes kept burning and he could not forget the image of Milliardo and Treize snuggled together upstairs. He enjoyed nights like the one they had just spent, knew Treize and Milliardo took special pleasure in them, but sometimes it was enough for Wufei to simply watch Treize and Milliardo make love. In these moments he was most aware of the deep current that ran between them, the perfect rhythm that Wufei in these six months had disrupted.

 

He would have never guessed love was such a bittersweet thing.

 

"Admiration is for strangers," Milliardo had told him once, not long after they had met. "Love us, curse us, remember Treize's vanity and the way I always forget to return the cap to the toothpaste." Wufei was still not sure what he meant. He had tried ... was trying .... Wufei rubbed his eyes. It was hard to hear over fear.

 

He did not tell Milliardo and Treize, but two months ago he began looking at apartments. He found a nice place on Oak Avenue with a view of the university and the trees in the park, red with autumn leaves. Wufei had thought it the fitting backdrop to an ending. He had paid the deposit but could not forget Milliardo and Treize. Trying to do so only produced a pain so searing it immobilized him. In the end, the landlady got impatient. Wufei would make no commitment and the deposit was forfeited.

 

What was he to do? What would become of him? Wufei did not want to leave Treize's and Milliardo's embrace but he was terrified of how much he needed them, their love -- this home they had built together. Shouldn't he find his own place? Shouldn't he find his own direction, or was he finally ready as he had done tonight, to give himself over to their care?

 

Wufei's thoughts raced until his head pounded and his heart ached. As always he emerged with no answers. He could find no right, or wrong, no shining path to the future or a clear end. He had only the simple equation of his love for Milliardo and Treize and the agony of a life without them. Wufei sighed.

 

Exhausted, he put down the book, turned off the lights and decided to return upstairs.

 

End