Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Hell's Back Door ❯ Chapter 1

Hell's Back Door

by cozzybob

 

Archived: On Kiyasama's Project Greenlight Fanfiction website, MM, FFN all under cozzybob. If you like, you want, you ask, I'll say yes. ^^; Just tell me so that I can babble and put you up here. Please. (I'm a glory hog--I need my glory.)

 

Disclaimer: If it's recognizable at all, the universe of Gundam Wing and it's characters belong to Sunrise and other shareholders. Not me. I did not make any money borrowing them and do not plan to do so in the future. This, like all other fanfiction, was written for sheer pleasure alone. Plot, if it deserves the name, belongs to me.

 

 

Rated: NC-17

 

Pairs: 13x5 with various others

 

Warning: yaoi lemon (ie: man sex described in glorious detail), BDSM, M/S, refs to both het and bi relationships, several kinks--spanking, semi-rimming, hurt/comfort, rough sex, confusion, mind games. Lots of swearing, cursing and general potty-mouth-ness. Not for kids.

 

Note: This was the hardest thing I've ever written, I'll swear to that. This is my first ever lemon and I swear--I SWEAR--after all the hell it's put me through, I dunno if I wanna try it again. ~.^; Ahem. This is with much MUCH thanks to the beloved Merith and her gw_fic_exchange community, as well as the fact that she was so patient with me even when I gave her headaches. *huggle* She so sweet, Merith is. This was written for Harvest upon assignment, so I hope she enjoys it too! I'm sorry I'm late! I have new respect for each and every one of you people who does this stuff for free and many times over. God.

 

 

 

 

Teeth clashed and flesh molded into one another, eyes black as hell drinking--and hating--the sight of shallow blue, starving, feral, unkind. A hand dragged down one jeaned torso, fingers pressing inward, tapping, scratching, playing on a mysterious mountain growing harder and larger with each passing second.

 

But then those black eyes looked back, uncertain. Everything stopped. A voice panting for every breath spoke one name that was unmistakably dressed in fear. "Treize..." The nervous gaze drifted downward staring at Treize's soft hands teasing him, and midnight strands spilled across that nervous, flaming cheek, his head shaking furiously in denial. Treize's hand grabbed him harshly and he let out a choked cry. The black eyes narrowed, no longer afraid, hair falling before his face as he pressed back harder against his seducer, trying to free himself, to gain a sense of dignity. "Don't Treize."

 

"Mein drache... mein..."

 

Treize's cinnamon colored head bent down and bit at his victim's neck very hard. Surprisingly or not, the bite mark bled.

 

"Don't Treize!" The black eyes glared, shaken, and said in a strong--but faintly trembling--voice, "I don't want it."

 

"Yes you do," the German man said.

 

"No," a stubborn voice echoed. "I don't want it."

 

Treize sat back and smiled. His teeth shown in the dim lighting and the body under him shuddered. "You don't have a choice, Chang Wufei. You've already been initiated and you chose me. Now you have to suffer."

 

"I didn't choose you!"

 

"Yes you did."

 

Wufei closed his eyes and looked away. He didn't understand, he didn't get it. How did he of all people end up in this mess?

 

It was only supposed to be a game. That's the way it started, that's all he wanted it to be. But it wasn't, it was more than that, he was sure. Or no, he wasn't sure of anything. He could hardly remember how it started.

 

Something about... being lonely. Brooding all the time. Becoming sterile from a lack of good humping. Quatre's words, Quatre's ideas, Quatre's little brainwashing, that's what it was, and that's how he got here. Damn that Quatre... damn him!

 

Quatre--his best friend and longtime rival--had dragged him to this place on a dare, saying that he needed some kinky sex in order to clear his head for a while. But the truth was that Quatre was a loving creature who was very, very worried--Wufei was alone too much, he had no social life, hell, he barely had a life at all. It was always work, work, work, where's the play? Quatre felt everyone on the planet, even monsters like Chang Wufei, needed a little play. The more the better. So naturally, the blonde tried to help out.

 

He took Wufei to a sex club.

 

Quatre said he'd like it--Wufei was the kind of person who didn't know a kink until he fucked it senseless, and these were the kind of kinks that you had to do that to. Quatre said he knew everything about that kind of stuff, and he was never wrong. Wufei told him he was full of shit, but then it turned out Quatre was--of course--right and Wufei was--of course--dead wrong. Quatre was always right, Wufei should have known that by now, especially after all those goddamned chess matches. That bastard. Quatre is a sadist and a genius, his fucking forte is being right.

 

Damnit.

 

"No, I don't want it," Wufei said again, breaking his own trance.

 

Treize bent down and licked the bare tendon of Wufei's shoulder, and smiled when it shivered under his touch, trying to move away and failing. He said nothing.

 

"I don't want this, I don't..." But even Wufei knew denial when he heard it.

 

It was only supposed to be a game... was it still a game?

 

No, Wufei thought. He didn't think it was a game anymore.

 

Quatre dragged him to a BSDM club in the middle of Wayfield and had dinner, of all things. There, Quatre introduced him to some "friends"--one of which had been Treize, and others which turned out Quatre's lover Trowa, Duo and Heero, Relena and Dorothy, Hilde, Sally, Une... oh and that Zechs fellow who looked at him so odd when it was announced that he'd be with Treize for whatever reason, as if jealous. He couldn't understand why when Zechs seemed to be with Lucretia, but whatever...

 

Wufei shook his head and growled incoherently when he felt a wet tongue lave at his throat. He wasn't making any sense.

 

The club was called Oz, and he learned that Treize was the "wizard" there, whatever that meant. It was a heavily secured place and constantly observed for... illegal... activity, but Quatre somehow got in on a pass that took him to the front line and right by the bouncer without a second glance. It was obvious Quatre had been there many times, for everyone seemed to know his alias and there wasn't a person in the whole place that didn't give him some sort of meaningful look. A lot of them looked at Wufei the same way, but Wufei took it as part of something all freaks do whether you know them or not.

 

He didn't even want to be there. He'd heard of the club and some of the things they did there, but he never once wanted to be a part of it. He never cared about "getting in," never cared about any of that sick underground bullshit. The only reason he went at all was to humor Quatre and to prove him wrong--no matter how uptight everyone always claimed Wufei to be, a round of free sex did not strike the frustrated man as a bad thing. Not at all, really.

 

But now he was wondering the opposite.

 

Quatre had taken him to a table in what could have passed for an ordinary diner if not for the fact that the place was littered with pillows and the people on those pillows were dressed in leather and... other things that held very little to the imagination. Treize and the others all sat at a table (it had been a very large table, Wufei noticed belatedly), and they seemed to know that Wufei was coming because they acknowledged him first when Quatre and he both entered the room. Quatre seated at an empty space next to Trowa and told Wufei to stand until he was initiated. At that point, there weren't any empty chairs available, so he couldn't sit down anyway. Hell, Wufei didn't even know what "initiated" meant, and frankly, didn't care, so he stood and gave everyone one of his best indifferent looks.

 

It didn't work. Relena instantly remarked that he was adorable, Dorothy chuckled in a way that sent shudders down his spine, Quatre smirked evilly, Duo said some smart ass comment to which Hilde joined in for banter, and Zechs snorted when Treize suggested that Relena was dead wrong--Wufei wasn't adorable, he'd said, children are adorable. Wufei was a man. Wufei was sexy.

 

Heero had broken the chatter, glaring at Quatre when he asked why he'd brought Wufei in the first place. Quatre had glanced back casually and stated, if diplomatic, that they had one space left to fill. Heero said nothing, and Quatre looked at Treize (still completely ignoring Wufei's furious glare) and asked if he could please start.

 

Treize then twitched his lips, glanced at Wufei curiously, and asked a question. It was a simple question, it was just... blunt. Too blunt, especially for a man like Treize, who seemed be a little more eloquent with his words than... that.

 

Who would you like to fuck, Wufei?

 

But that's Treize for you. Once you think you understand him, he throws another curveball.

 

Wufei--being a complicated sort of fello--was stunned, but only for a second. Instead, he coldly responded, "Fuck you."

 

And thus, there it was.

 

Treize was surprised, Wufei had caught that much, but then a smile about as shallow as the desert replaced that surprise, and his tense blue eyes relaxed. He had sat back in his chair, regarding Wufei thoughtfully and then looked at Quatre again. He asked Quatre what he thought of the statement. Quatre shrugged and said that Wufei had obviously chosen, so let's get this show on the road.

 

Wufei didn't understand what was going and backed away from Treize and the rest of the table. He asked.

 

They explained.

 

We like you Wufei, Sally had said. And we know you'll like us in time. We want you to join us and since you've chosen, it's time for you to test out your pick. This is a circle, understand? We share everything.

 

Wufei backed away, this time in shock no less, and he shook his head furiously. He said he wasn't going to participate in something like that. Quatre told him it wasn't that bad, in fact it was downright fun, and Treize remarked that he couldn't back out now. He was already halfway through the game. If he backed out, he would be coward, Treize said. You don't want to be a coward, do you Wufei?

 

Wufei was not a coward. He joined Treize and they fled to a dark room somewhere. They played around.

 

Wufei wasn't sure he liked it yet.

 

...Oh but wasn't he?

 

"Stop thinking, drache." A tongue dragged across the bloody bite mark on his neck and sucked hard. Wufei's breath hitched, but he surprised himself when he didn't fight back.

 

He stared at the ceiling beyond Treize's head and muttered, "Do I want this, Treize?"

 

Lips broke and whispered against his skin. "You tell me."

 

Wufei sat up and removed the hand that had been trying--if minimally now--to hold Treize back. That hand trailed upward, traced the line of the other man's jaw, and then brushed over Treize's hard red lips. Wufei dropped his hand, his head tilted to the side as he regarded the situation. He was hard, his body was screaming to do something, and lord, he really didn't want to leave right now. Treize was hot. Treize was everything he'd been wanting for months. No way was he going to leave right now...

 

With a snort, he laid back down and said, "Okay, fine. Fuck me, then."

 

Treize did not ask for second thoughts. He didn't ask if Wufei was sure and he didn't smile cutely and nod his head with gentle intentions in his mind. No, Treize grinned full fledged--a thing that Wufei thought so odd on such an aristocratic face--and the hand that had been teasing him from below unzipped him and Wufei sprang free. Treize's hand grabbed and stroked him, and Wufei let his eyes slide closed as Treize bent down and mashed his lips with the younger opponent, their tongues doing a dance only cavemen and prostitutes could understand.

 

Wufei felt himself falling even though he was lying down. With his eyes closed, he imagined himself tumbling down a rabbit hole somewhere that never ended, worlds whipping past as hands touched, teeth nipped, fingers pried him apart. And then a cloth touched his eyes.

 

"Keep them closed," a deep--but somehow soft--voice commanded. Wufei obeyed and Treize lifted the younger man's head to tie the blindfold in the back with two knots--one at the base of his skull and one directly behind. The sensation of being blinded by a stranger was troubling, and that brought forth the idea that Wufei was putting himself fully into the hands of said stranger on a trust he didn't know to be accurate. He gritted his teeth to keep from fighting, and trembled not in fear, but rather secret rage at himself. He got himself into this mess because he was too insecure for his own good. Treize knew that playing with Wufei's ego would grant access to his body and Wufei damned himself for being so easy. He wasn't a hooker, he wasn't a sex object. He was Chang Wufei, and he kicked all ass and took names. He was not someone to take advantage of, not someone to--

 

Slick hands roved up and down his erection, stroking, fingers kissing the head, licking, swallowing, taking... and Wufei groaned loudly, his body somehow tense and limp at the same exact time. The hand pleasuring him was moving too slowly, much too slow and Wufei jerked his hand to find that it was tied to a post, as was the other. Both his legs were tied as well, and seemed to be spread wide open in offering. The younger man wondered briefly how he could lose track time so much as to be taken hostage in a foreign bed without his knowledge.

 

He panicked in his bonds and thrashed. Treize's free hand held him down and he heard the bed creak as the body above him lowered. At first he thought Treize was going to take him in his mouth and Wufei shivered, but instead something round was slipped around his cock and it rolled all the way down to the base.

 

"You're not allowed to come until I say, understand?"

 

Wufei was furious. "Fuck you! Let me out of this, I didn't ask for this, no fucking way--"

 

"I'll have to do something about that language too..." He felt a grin, knew it was there. Wufei growled again and was about to continue his rant before something hot and wet touched his nipple--a something he dully recognized as a tongue. All that came out of Wufei's mouth after that was a tangled word, meant as some sort of curse.

 

A hand pleasured his cock slowly, never stopping, and Wufei never thought he'd get so hard in his life. The mouth at his nipple bit down and then sucked deeply, and just when Wufei thought he'd gone to hell, something very, very cold attacked his other nipple. He screamed.

 

"It's just ice," Treize said reasonably.

 

Wufei shivered. One half of him was on fire while the other was shivering and his body didn't know what to do. He resorted to groaning, grumbling, cursing, and groaning again. Ice circled his left nipple slowly before brushing over the mound and resting there, bringing it to full hardness. The right one was sucked into heat and tortured and forced into surrender with both pain and apology. When the ice started to sting, Wufei hissed and cursed again, loudly. Treize switched quickly, and Wufei arched his back when the cold, cold mound was suddenly swallowed in heat, and the one on fire was given a blissful blizzard breath.

 

But before Wufei could get used to it again, both ice and mouth fled away and Wufei was left alone.

 

It didn't last long. He felt his legs free from the posts, but then were tied together with swift skill and pushed off the side of the bed. Because his hands were still attached to the posts, his back twisted to expose his rump. He felt Treize's still-clothed body brush against bare skin--since when did he get completely naked?--and a finger traced up the crack of his ass, pressing in. Wufei's eyes widened underneath the cloth and he shook his head, but then the finger pulled away and Wufei grew confused.

 

Before he could figure it out, ice returned in the finger's place, and that ice pressed against his entrance, chilling him for just a moment, before pressing all the way into him. Wufei screamed, but it went unheard as a finger followed the ice inside him, pushing it up as far as it would go. Another finger joined that finger, and they scissored and stretched for a few seconds before pulling out again. He felt the ice melt and trickle out of his ass, dripping down his thighs. Something wet licked there, and then traveled upward, a tongue running along the crease of his thigh, to the skin between cock and ass, flicking balls (that were probably blue by now, Wufei thought briefly), to finally the crack of his entrance where a mouth drank the by-now warm water draining from him. Treize trailed his tongue along it, pressed in, drove Wufei insane for eternity and then pulled away yet again, leaving his bedmate only halfway satisfied.

 

A voice whispered in his ear, and not expecting it, Wufei shivered terribly.

 

"Make no words," the voice said. "You make one word, and I'll leave you like this. And believe me when I say that no one will touch you for the rest of the night."

 

Wufei opened his mouth to protest, and a tongue ran inside. He tasted sweat and the worse parts of himself, but he couldn't pull away and was forced to enjoy it. The kiss was hot and messy, and Treize made sure to suck in every last breath before pulling away and saying in a soft voice, "Don't speak, mein drache. If you want to say something, you'll have to whimper."

 

Wufei growled.

 

Teeth bit down on his earlobe. "What was that?"

 

"Fuck... you..."

 

A hand slapped like steel across his ass and Wufei jumped up and kicked, trying to scoot away from the blow while at the same time trying to kick Treize off of him so he could escape... somehow...

 

And just when Wufei was about to say it again, something hard and flat hit that ass twice and Wufei shrieked. Shrieked! Since when did he ever fucking shriek!?

 

"I'll let that go because you're stubborn." A hand rubbed where the blows struck and it stung. Wufei tried his best to move away from the touch, but he couldn't get anywhere--the farther he got, the more the hand pressed against him, and the worst the pain he received. Realizing his fate, his face flamed in humiliation. The flat hard surface that hit him previously brushed against his rear lovingly, tracing his crack with a rounded edge.

 

"I take that back," Treize said with what sounded like a smirk. The surface smacked lightly on his ass, not painful, but in reminder. "If you say any words, you'll get paddled five times per word you say. I don't feel like leaving this body tonight... and you need it." Wufei snorted, but said nothing. The last words were added as if to say that Treize was being generous, but Wufei hardly needed Treize's generosity. He wanted to get fucked or do the fucking, he didn't want some silver spooned jackass to lead him around like a dog on a collar. He wasn't a dog, Wufei thought bitterly. He wasn't a child. He wasn't to be spanked, paddled and humiliated, damnit! C'mon!

 

But still, Wufei said nothing. He sat there and he waited.

 

Treize attacked. His lips crashed into Wufei's mouth again and there was nothing kind about it. Teeth bit down hard on Wufei's lips while the younger man struggled to breathe, and hands slid down Wufei's waist, brushing his cock before slipping under him to stick three fingers into his body. They were dry, rough, and unkind and it hurt like a son of a bitch. Wufei choked and jerked away, unconsciously grinding into Treize, which somehow made him hard despite the pain--or perhaps because of it. The fingers inside him pressed against something that made him whimper--which he regretted--and Treize took it to his full advantage, clawing inside of him like a rabid animal. The older man's mouth made a path down Wufei's chest before finally finding his poor neglected manhood and serving it. A tongue swiped, then inhaled, and Wufei saw nothing but stars.

 

Before he could think again, the mouth was gone, he was on his stomach, and his hands were free of the posts and tied behind his back. He could feel Treize sitting above him from behind, but he still couldn't see anything and he wondered why Treize had put the stupid blindfold on him in the first place since it hadn't done anything except annoy the hell out of him. He wanted it gone.

 

Unfortunately, all he could get out was another whimper. Those damned fingers where either still in him or back in him and god they were so... ugh... He was so hard, he just wanted to die, but he knew that if he did, he wouldn't be happy. He wouldn't be happy until he came.

 

And oh god did he want...

 

"Please..."

 

The fingers stilled. "I said you couldn't speak, Wufei."

 

Wufei burned. He buried his head into the mattress and tried to crawl away, wiggle away, float away, fly away, get away somewhere, somehow, anywhere but there. He wanted to explode already. This was not fun, Quatre was wrong--hell, maybe wrong for the first time in that stupid blonde's freaking life. This was not fun at all, damnit!

 

The fingers left him and he shuddered. A hand pressed against the center of his shoulders, and he tensed. But then it started rubbing. Up and down, down and up, slowly, soothingly, not soft, but enough to know it wasn't a joke.

 

"Relax, drache. You need to learn to relax."

 

Wufei snorted.

 

"I mean it." He felt that hard flat surface touch his bottom and he inched away, only to have it follow him. "And you're getting five for that word, even if it wasn't a bad one."

 

Wufei lifted a head and turned, staring at blackness since he still couldn't see. "You can't--"

 

"Fifteen."

 

"Treize!"

 

"Twenty? Really, Wufei. Someone's going to think you're a masochist."

 

"But..."

 

Treize sighed. "Twenty five it is." The paddle slapped hard against Wufei's ass and the younger man yelped. "Would you like to add to that?"

 

Wufei shook his head vigorously, flushed with shame. He couldn't believe this!!

 

The paddle slapped him again, a second time, and Treize said, "I want you to count. Only numbers, nothing else. If you beg, I'll add ten for every word."

 

Fuck no.

 

The paddle slapped him again and Treize said, "Start counting."

 

"Three," Wufei said.

 

"No," said Treize. "Start over."

 

Start over? What the hell?!

 

The paddle hit him hard and Wufei jumped. "One," he said shakily,

 

There was a long pause and Wufei looked around despite the fact that he couldn't see. Then the paddle hit him again quite suddenly, and he wasn't ready for it. It seemed to hurt more that way, he recognized. Like Treize wanted.

 

"Two."

 

The paddle hit him again and again, and Wufei voiced the numbers obediently. By the time Trieze hit ten, Wufei was stuttering and there were tears running down his cheeks. He felt like a coward. He couldn't believe he was crying, it was so wrong... He couldn't ever remember crying before. Not like this. This wasn't right.

 

The paddle stopped and a soothing hand replaced it. It rubbed the hot surface, soaking the pain. It was tender, so tender, and Wufei hissed. The hand was removed and Wufei was surprised to feel it touch his face, wiping away tears. It caressed his cheek and brushed silken midnight hair, before trailing down Wufei's chest to rest on the younger man's hip.

 

"Fifteen more," Treize said softly.

 

Wufei shook his head, he didn't want it, but the paddle hit again. Wufei yelled, and barely said, "E-el-eleven."

 

The paddle hit four more times before Treize paused again and Wufei was shaking. The free hand rubbed his spine slowly, up and down, down and up, soothing.

 

"Five left, drache. Can you handle it? Nod or shake your head."

 

Wufei wanted to shake his head--maybe that would get it to stop--and he wanted to scream, to yell, to rage on about how it was ridiculous, about how he was not a child, about how he was not to be spanked, but nothing came out. Nothing.

 

The hand continued to rub him softly, massaging. And then finally, silently, with not a word spoken between them, Wufei nodded.

 

He didn't know why, but he wanted it done.

 

Trieze finished it.

 

The last five were used with bare hand and though it didn't hurt as much as the paddle, it still stung for the fact that Treize was not gentle and his ass was so incredibly tender. Wufei barely spat out twenty five before he collapsed into a sobbing mess and laid there like misery reincarnated. He felt hands rove his waist and drag him to a body that felt warm and safe--of all things--and Wufei could do nothing but cry into that chest, still clothed, and let it out. He knew it wasn't the spanking. It the fact that he was spanked. Beaten. Abused like a child.

 

The only one to have ever done that to him had been his father, and his father was dead.

 

Wufei groaned, and continued to cry. He hated it, but he couldn't help it, he was trapped into the circuit. One domino fell, and now the others had to follow. One, by one, by one, they all tumbled over. It happed so quick and so slow, Wufei was lost entirely in the aftermath.

 

**

 

When he came into awareness again, Treize was brushing his fingers into Wufei's hair. The blindfold was gone. Neither said anything, and dimly, Wufei realized that he was still very unsatisfied. Judging from the mound pressing against his thigh, he knew Treize was in the same position, and then he also wondered how the other man could stand this long without going insane. It had to be torture.

 

Wufei scratched that thought. It was torture.

 

Refusing to think about what had just happened, Wufei was horny and damned tired of playing games. He undid the first three buttons on Treize's shirt. It was enough to get a good mouthful of neck and collarbone and Wufei bit down for all his worth. The body holding him tensed and then pulled back and Treize bent down to kiss him. Wufei dodged, rammed his hand down Treize's pants grabbed a hold of heaven.

 

And then it pulled away from him.

 

He looked up and Treize smiled darkly. "You want to finish it, then?"

 

Wufei sneered, but carefully said not a word.

 

Treize pushed Wufei down on his stomach, licked the very back of his neck, and said, "Fine then."

 

One thrust was all it took. One thrust, and Treize was inside, and Wufei was screaming. One. Thrust.

 

Wufei was breathing through his teeth, the tears once against rolling down his cheeks as he rode the pain. Despite the fact that he had affairs with both men and women, he had never once been taken that way before. Ever.

 

And it hurt like a mother. For a single moment, he had never felt anything more painful in his entire life, and he rode it just barely, his entire body on fire, his ass screaming bloody murder. But then slowly, very slowly, it dulled. He noted that Treize didn't move at all, and seemed to be panting an awful lot above him, but he didn't care or mind because he didn't want anything to move--he just wanted to stay there and wait for it all to go away. He knew that some men really liked this--he'd fucked them, he should know--so it was his turn to figure it out. But fuck that hurt...

 

Treize moved and brushed against that spot from earlier, making Wufei moan. The pain lowered to a dull throb over a different kind of pain kindling so suddenly inside him, every time Treize brushed against that spot. It wasn't a jolt or even spark, but more like a signal that radiated all over his body--good pain, very very good pain, pain that felt good, so good he swore it belonged in hell. He wiggled, trying to get Treize to hit it again--and then again--when Treize got the general idea and slowly withdrew to pound back into him. Wufei arched his back and he saw Treize grin something feral before all hell broke loose and then there was nothing but a rocking mattress and two bodies trying to crawl inside of each other.

 

Lungs panted, tongues laving at the air, mouths gaping, eyes wide, staring into bliss, fingers curled, clawed, scratched, teeth bit down, skin broke and bled, tongues soothed, voices whispered names, hands caressed, and certain parts of both bodies grew so hard, minds cried that they couldn't last forever.

 

There was one, then two, then three, and suddenly, something reached down and touched Wufei's erection. It ran from the base up and then down, and he wanted to come so badly he screamed, but couldn't, because he wasn't allowed. And then that hand removed the satanic ring restraining him, and with a final push, drilling relentlessly into the abyss, it stopped.

 

Everything exploded in a bath of violent white light, and both thought the world had ended. In fact, they would have been happy had the world actually ended. It was the best sex either had had in a very long time.

 

Wufei slipped into oblivion with a stupid smile on his face.

 

**

 

He woke and someone was snuggling him. And he was snuggling against someone else. Jerking awake abruptly--partially for the pain of his poor ass which he regretted--Wufei slowly remembered the past events just barely before he saw shallow blue eyes glancing down at him contemplatively. Treize's hand reached beyond him, to a body behind him, and Wufei turned to see Zechs fast asleep and half-naked, leaning into Wufei's heat. Instead of being shocked, Wufei lifted an eyebrow and noticed that another body snuggled Zechs, and from the telltale violet hair, Wufei guessed it to be Lucretia. The bed was far bigger than he thought. He looked back at Treize with an obvious question in his eyes.

 

Treize shrugged. "Zechs is spoiled," he said. "He doesn't like it when I sleep with other people."

 

Wufei leaned his head in the general direction of Lucretia. "And what about her?"

 

"Noin is Zechs's slave. Zechs is my slave. I'm the master of both of them."

 

Wufei thought about that for about two seconds before he said, "Huh."

 

Treize chuckled and shook his head, still brushing Zechs' long white hair from over Wufei's body. "I thought this wasn't your thing, mein drache."

 

"It isn't," said Wufei. "I'm just passed the point of being shocked about anything anymore."

 

Treize looked at him thoughtfully for several minutes before smiling. He bent down and kissed Wufei tenderly on the lips. Wufei let him.

 

"That's the first step of initiation, Chang. Before you know it, you'll find yourself coming back for more."

 

Wufei shook his head, trying desperately to hide his smirk. "Never," he said semi-indignantly.

 

"Are you sure?"

 

Wufei took the hand that was petting Zechs, and put it to his mouth. With care, he sucked from pinky to thumb, and then licked up his wrist. He began to kiss his way down the arm, and in between breaths he said, "Positive."

 

There were several noises and then many more before the silence returned again with bliss in tow. It was kind of bliss found at hell's back door, but as Wufei drifted to sleep for the umpteenth time that night, he reasoned that that was the best kind of bliss there could ever be.

 

--Fini