Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Losing the Bet ❯ Dinner ( Chapter 3 )

Part 3 "Dinner"

His loose hair still damp from the bath, Wufei walked down the hall with Quatre and Trowa, each of them holding his wrists as they went. The two of them were clothed comfortably in shirts and jeans, but Wufei was allowed no clothing and didn't even expect any now. Having the harness and corset off was such a relief that he didn't mind. He let his lovers pull him along to wherever they were taking him.

"I think he's a little tired," Trowa said, giving Wufei's wrist a tug. "He's lagging."

"He'll have plenty of rest soon," Quatre said.

They stopped in the small living room and let Wufei sink onto the sofa, and he stretched out with a small moan. Trowa sat down next to him and Wufei lay his head back on the soft cushion in Trowa's lap. He closed his eyes, ready to fall asleep. On the other end of the sofa, Quatre sat down and drew his feet into his lap. One of them turned on the television and flipped through several channels before settling on a local station for a cat show. Wufei turned his head and watched for awhile, more interested in Trowa's hand stroking his hair.

Then Quatre slid something that felt like a high-heeled shoe on his foot. He half rose on his elbows and watched Quatre slide another shoe on and proceed to lace them up. When the blonde noticed his slave was watching, he smiled and sat back. "Better yet," he said. "You lace them up."

Wufei sat up and bent his leg. The shoe was more of a shiny black boot that stopped a little above his ankle. It looked bigger than it really was because the heel was as long as the rest of the shoe, and both the toe and heel ended in points. He put his foot on the floor to see how it felt. The tips wobbled with any kind of weight, and he realized he wouldn't be able to walk at all in it. He looked back at Quatre.

"They're called ballet boots," Quatre said. "Good for hobbling slaves. You can get tied standing or you get carried. Either way, you can't run."

"I doubt I could take a step," Wufei said.

"Good, I don't want you trying to get away." He pinched his slave's rear hard enough to make him yelp. "Now lace them up. Tight."

Rubbing the sore spot, Wufei kept an eye on Quatre and laced each boot, drawing the strings as tight as he could. He started to tie a simple knot, but Quatre took the laces and wound them around his ankle first, then double knotted them and tucked the loose ends into the laces again. After a minute, both boots were on. Then Trowa made him lay down again and picked up one of his hands.

"Make a fist," he said.

As soon as Wufei did, a small leather bag was put over his hand and also laced tight, trapping his fingers. He tried to open them, but they hardly wiggled.

"Your other hand," Trowa said.

Wufei hesitated. His legs were useless now. If he couldn't use his hands either...he looked at Trowa, half expecting him to grab his hand. Instead the taller boy waited patiently, another bag held open and ready.

"No gags?" he asked, his voice a lot more nervous than he liked.

"I can't promise that," Trowa said. "I can only promise we won't hurt you."

For a moment Wufei stared at his free hand. Even when completely bound and hanging from the tree, his fingers had been loose, making escape seem possible even if it wasn't. He looked at his other hand, wrapped so that he could only hit someone, and now he noticed the layer of padding over the knuckles so he couldn't even do that effectively. He sighed and held his free hand up for Trowa to wrap. Soon both hands were in mitts.

"Perfect," Quatre said, tossing a cushion on the floor. "Help me put him on his knees."

"Wha--" Wufei found himself manhandled off the couch and onto the floor, positioned on the cushion so his knees wouldn't hurt. Quatre sat in front of him and undid his pants, pulling them down a few inches before drawing him forward. He put his arms on Quatre's lap to hold himself up, but the blonde pushed his hands onto either side of the couch and forced him closer. Wufei groaned again. "But I'm tired--"

"Half an hour," Quatre said. "Then you'll take care of Trowa, and then we'll eat. After that, you can go to bed."

"And get plenty of rest for tomorrow," Trowa said.

Before he could ask what they had planned, Wufei felt Quatre's hand running through his hair and getting a good grip, gently forcing him to go down. It always surprised him that the blonde he used to think was so innocent could be so wanton.

After a few seconds, Quatre pushed his head farther, forcing him to take all of it, and the tip pressed against the back of his throat. He bobbed up and down, swirling his tongue, doing all the things he knew the blonde liked, and was rewarded with a quick taste. As he swallowed, Quatre let him sit back but only so he could rest between his legs. Wufei closed his eyes and used Quatre's thigh as a pillow, drowsing as his hair was stroked. A few minutes later, he had to start again. After half an hour of this, he was handed off to Trowa.

Rather than being positioned between Trowa's legs, he was settled on his lap and allowed to drift in and out of sleep. With his head on Trowa's shoulder, he barely glanced at the news and instead closed his eyes and focused on his master's hands, one on his back to hold him up, the other stroking his thigh. After awhile, that hand slid up his body, tracing patterns on his chest.

"Think we should have him pierced?" Trowa asked.

"Pierced?" Wufei asked, suddenly awake. "Where?"

"You mean nipple rings?" Quatre asked. "I don't know, he's fine without them."

"But they'd look good. A pair of black ones, maybe. They'd be fun to play with. As it is, all we can do now is pinch and tug them." As he did so, Wufei winced and tilted his head back, whimpering as Trowa pinched him harder, then a little harder.

"Wait a minute. You might like these..." Wufei heard Quatre rummaging around in the end table. Quatre came back and handed two shiny clamps to Trowa. "I'd rather not have to deal with all the problems of piercing."

"I guess clamps'll do for now." Trowa opened one. Three flattened prongs spread out. He slid his other hand behind Wufei's head and forced him to look. "These are called clovers. They're a little harder to bear than some, but I've seen people use coat hangers for this, so they're not that bad." He nudged the first clamp on and let the spring close the prongs.

Wufei hissed at the sharp pressure and tried to rub it off. His mitted fist only made it hurt, and Trowa gently forced his hand down.

"You need your fingers to take these off," he said. "And you let me wrap yours up." He took the other clamp and set it on, drawing another groan from Wufei.

Quatre climbed up behind him and whispered in his ear, "some people put a chain on those like little leashes. Don't you think that'd be fun?"

"No..." Wufei buried his face in Trowa's neck. "Take them off, please...Trowa, please."

Instead of obeying, Trowa slid his hand down into Wufei's lap and began to stroke him, firmly, using his hand like his mouth and his thumb like his tongue. His other hand gently twisted the clamps, tugging them as he altered whether Wufei gasped or groaned in pain or pleasure. His slave let his head fall back, and his whole body leaned back into Quatre's ready arms. The blonde watched enrapt, petting Wufei's hair, touching his eyes and lips. As Wufei took a deep breath, about to climax, Quatre forced a long kiss, relishing the feeling as Wufei shuddered and went completely limp in their grasp.

While Trowa cleaned up with several tissues, Quatre continued to pet him, nuzzling his hair. Trowa's ministrations turned soft, caressing their mutual slave. Warm and tired, Wufei closed his eyes and drifted off.

"ZERO MONEY DOWN, 1.3 FINANCING!"

Trowa's hands tightened too much on Wufei's thigh, making him yelp, and Quatre fell off the couch. The blonde grumbled and snatched the remote, turning off the television.

"Damn car commercials," he said. "I'm sorry, I forgot all about the tv."

"It's all right." Wufei smiled and sat up in Trowa's lap. "We all did. Is it time for dinner yet?"

"I guess." Trowa eased one arm behind his back and under his legs and carried him off the couch to the dining room.

*

Dinner was not as easy as Wufei had hoped. Expecting to be handfed again, as he had been during their picnic, he instead found himself placed in a stiff-backed chair and his mittened hands strapped to the chair's arms. When done with that, they knelt and pulled Wufei's legs against the chair, strapping those down as well. While Trowa went and fetched dinner from the kitchen, Quatre stayed and bound one strap over Wufei's chest. Then, just for good measure, took one last strap over Wufei's neck and tightened until Wufei would have to keep his head straight. Wufei sighed and closed his eyes. The chair he was in was made of hard wood and felt like a cage molded to his body.

As Quatre sat down in his own seat, Trowa returned and placed two dishes on the table. They both began to eat, ignoring their slave. Wufei fidgeted. It was Trowa's cooking, and whatever the boy made, it always smelled good. After all the running and work he'd done that day, he desperately wanted something to eat, but Quatre had the riding crop right next to his plate. Better to just wait and hope they'd remember him. They wouldn't let him go hungry, after all.

He wasn't too sure of that when they finished. Instead of paying attention to him, they set their plates aside and began to talk. The conversation dealt with stocks and indexes, and while normally Wufei might have left them to their numbers, he couldn't go anywhere tonight. Several minutes went by, and he glanced around the room. His exhaustion made the outlines of cabinets and windows blurry, and the setting sunlight streaked through the tall windows onto his body, warming him and blinding him at once. He strained against the straps holding him, but nothing budged. Finally he gave a little groan.

The conversation stopped. He didn't open his eyes, afraid he might see Quatre with the whip in his hand. A moment later he felt a hand on his cheek. He cracked one eye and found Trowa in front of him, smiling. Trowa seemed pleased, which made Wufei sigh in relief.

"Hungry?" Trowa asked.

Wufei nodded once.

"If you want to eat," Quatre cut in, "you'll have to do something for us."

"I will..."

"All right." The blonde put down his napkin and stood. "Trowa, please get his plate. I'll get him started."

At first Wufei was ecstatic Quatre didn't bring the crop with him, but his relief turned to worry as Quatre settled in his lap, straddling his legs and running his fingers along the strap running along his throat.

"It's simple enough," Quatre whispered. "You just have to let me kiss you."

Wufei blinked. "Is that all?"

"I have a feeling you won't have such an easy time with that." Quatre fingered the clamps still on Wufei. "You want me to take these off?"

"Please."

The evil twinkle in Quatre's eyes unnerved him, but he wanted those clamps off no matter what. The blonde pressed the clover's spring, opening the prongs, and the clamp came off gently. A second later, Wufei groaned as pain blossomed there, created by blood rushing back. He winced as Quatre's fingers fondled it a moment and removed the other clamp. Only the strap across his chest kept him from bucking him off, but he still strained against it so hard that the leather creaked.

"It only stings for a moment," Quatre whispered. "The pain will pass, and then you'll enjoy how sensitive they are."

"I brought the plate," Trowa said, taking his seat beside them.

"Okay, Wufei." Quatre put his hands on either side of his slave's face, forcing him to look at him. "Consider this special training. For every kiss you let me take, you'll get a bite. But you have to let me take a kiss. If you turn your head or try to take control in any way, you'll go hungry tonight. Understand?"

"...yes."

The first try didn't surprise Quatre or Trowa. The moment Quatre's lips brushed his slave's, Wufei turned his head slightly. It was a reflex, they could tell, and the blonde made Wufei face him again.

"Don't fight," he whispered. "Just hold still. I'll do all the rest."

Wufei squeezed his eyes closed as Quatre nibbled at his lips. Try as he might, he couldn't make himself open his mouth and he sat stock still, as if not moving would make this little test disappear. Instead of discouraging him, Quatre pressed harder, putting his fingers at Wufei's mouth and slowly pressing them in. With a little nudge he slid his fingers past his lips and between his teeth, trusting him not to bite as he pulled his mouth open.

Once Wufei was opened, Quatre leaned in and took his first kiss. It was soft but demanding, exploring every crevice while he squirmed and couldn't stop the little noises his lover drew out of him. Quatre smiled around his kiss. Wufei's twisting was having quite an effect, making both of them react. A delicate blush covered his lover's cheeks.

Beside them, Trowa watched for any shows of real distress from Wufei. If he thought he was beginning to panic, he would pull Quatre off and let Wufei up. Long minutes passed by as the blonde took kiss after kiss, some of them easier than others. Even though Wufei tried to keep his head straight, he couldn't help but turn it out of reflex so that many times Quatre had to turn his face the right way, open his mouth and hold it open, and then hold him still so he didn't knock his head against the chair. His hands, once straining at their straps, now tightly pressed down on the ends of the chair arms and threatened to crack them. For all his squirming, though, he didn't seem scared, and Trowa wondered why he was fighting at all.

"You taste wonderful, spicy," Quatre whispered. He smiled and leaned back a few inches. "I love you."

Two tears finally squeezed out from Wufei's shut eyes, sliding down his cheeks. His breathing became ragged and he lowered his head as more tears started coming. Trowa put his hand on Wufei's straps, about to undo them, and Quatre, his smile turning into shock as he saw his lover cry, released his hold on him and began undoing the tie around his throat.

"Don't stop." A sob shook Wufei's body and he kept his eyes shut. "Keep..."

They both paused. Quatre shot a quick look at Trowa, who nodded once though he kept his hands on the first strap. With a deep breath, Quatre put one hand under Wufei's chin and tilted his head up, wiping his tears away with the other. "Are you sure?" he asked. "We can stop right now--"

"No, don't stop..." Wufei shook his head, blinking hard to get rid of his tears. "I'm...I'm all right, I only...it feels so good, but I'm...it..." His voice cracked and he couldn't stop crying.

Without another word, Trowa undid all the straps holding Wufei down while Quatre remained on his lap, holding him and petting his hair to calm him. The blonde rocked him back and forth a little, whispering that it was all right. To their relief, Wufei put his arms around Quatre and hugged him like a giant teddy bear. He mumbled something but neither of them heard it. Quatre squeezed him and asked him what he'd said.

"Can we go to bed now?" Wufei asked.

"'Fei, you haven't eaten yet," Trowa said. "I won't let you go to bed hungry."

"I'm not." He sniffled once and glanced at him, forcing a small smile. "It's all right, I'm fine. I'm just not hungry."

Quatre and Trowa exchanged another look, but they didn't argue. While Quatre attended to the dishes and put Wufei's portion into tupperware, Trowa scooped him up and carried him upstairs to bed. He set him down and undid the mittens first, then the boots. Wufei tried to help, but in the end he was too exhausted and too drained to do anything but let himself be put to bed as Trowa sat behind him and brushed his hair. A few tangles had nested at the back of his neck, and each one had to be gently worked out before he could go to sleep.

"I'm sorry," Trowa said as he worked. "We didn't mean to hurt you."

"You didn't hurt me."

"You're still crying--"

"You didn't." Wufei turned and put his hand on the brush, holding it still. "I wasn't lying. I liked it, it felt good. Wonderful."

Trowa brushed his fingers against his lover's cheek. "Then why the tears?"

"Because it felt good. I lost control and it felt...good." Angry at himself now, he rubbed the back of his hand across his face, wiping the tears away.

"'Fei, if you were hurt before like this, you need to tell us." Trowa's free hand cupped Wufei's face and made him look up. "We don't want to dredge up bad memories."

"Not memories," Wufei said. "My culture. In a way. I'm going against it...and then to find out it feels good...they would be so angry with me. And to think of all the times I've shied away when I could have..." He sighed and let his shoulders droop, and he looked over his shoulder at the door. "Where's Quatre?"

"Downstairs still. Want me to go get him?"

Wufei nodded once.

"All right. I'll be right back." After a small kiss on the back of his lover's hand, Trowa left the room and went to the kitchen. It was empty, so he tried the dining room and the living room. Still no one. He sighed and crossed his arms. He knew where Quatre was, and as usual the blonde was doing an excellent job of beating himself up. Steeling himself for a weepy Quatre, he went into the study.

Curled up in a plush recliner, Quatre looked like he needed a teddy bear to hug. He peeked over his shoulder and spotted Trowa in the doorway. He lowered his head again and sniffled. "Does he hate me?"

Trowa closed his eyes and sighed, but he couldn't hide his smile. "No, he doesn't hate you. He loves you and he wants you upstairs in bed. Now."

"I pushed him too far."

"No." He walked over and knelt beside the chair. "It was exactly what he needed. He understands it's okay to lose control now. He's happy."

"Then why was he crying?" Quatre burrowed deeper into the chair, determined to be miserable.

"He was...mourning lost time, I guess. He's been with us for months now, and he's just now been shown how wrong his culture was. Well, at least on this." He brushed Quatre's hair from his eyes. "He said it felt wonderful."

"He did?" He sniffled and looked up.

"Yes. You did good." Unable to stifle a yawn, Trowa stood and held one hand out. "Come on. He's waiting, and we're all sleepy. And if you don't come now, I'm going to carry you there."

"Some threat." Quatre stood up and leaned against his lover as they walked upstairs. "You sure he's okay?"

"You can ask him yourself."

Quatre hesitated at the bedroom door, but Trowa pushed him inside. He swallowed once and looked up. Relief swept through him. Even though his eyes were a little puffy, Wufei was smiling. He kicked off his shoes and took off his shirt and pants, tossing them in a corner. While Trowa gave a long-suffering sigh and put them away, Quatre sat down next to Wufei.

"Are you okay?" he whispered. "I didn't mean to hurt you."

"And you didn't." Wufei's smile widened and he ran one finger under the blonde's eyes. "I didn't mean to make you upset either."

"I'm all right. It...surprised me."

Before Wufei could say anything, Trowa undressed and climbed in behind him, trapping him between them. He nestled under the covers and pulled Wufei against him, and Quatre snuggled up after them. Wufei didn't see which one of them turned out the lights. In the darkness, he felt their arms wrap around him, holding his waist or his thigh, and he felt the bed's weight shift a little as Trowa leaned over and took a kiss. Although he instinctively shied away again, he squeezed Trowa's hand once in a silent apology.

"It's okay," Trowa whispered. "No one can change in one night. Close your eyes."

With his eyes closed, Wufei was surprised when the next kiss came, and this time he didn't shy away. When Trowa leaned back again, Wufei smiled. "I take it this doesn't get me out of being slave for the rest of the week?"

"Will you let us?"

"Of course. But don't be surprised if I want two slaves of my own after this week is up."

A low chuckle as Trowa spooned against him again. "I'll look forward to that, love."

TBC...