Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Lovely Electric ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

AN: This is my favorite pairing. I absolutely adore Treize and Milliardo. Also, I hardly ever portray Lady Une as a good person (though she's my second favorite lady in Gundam Wing). She generally represents the unnatural, yet natural order of Head Office and the life of the Specials.



Lovely Electric- Chapter 2



He was bundled close in a comforter, fluffy and down-filled, for he was thin-skinned. Cold air, the air conditioner Treize loved to keep on high, wrapped around his body, making it difficult to think and talk, but truly, Treize knew that his slave would think twice before speaking with him.

As they drove from Duo's apartment to his mansion, Milliardo retreated more and more into himself, brooding. Whatever the case was, an onset of depression subdued him, and that worried Treize for different reasons. On one hand, he hadn't had release for three days because of Milliardo's subconscious overzealous obedience of his 'fighting' mandate. He's never had that sort of trouble before, as he was constantly supplied with docile, though rather boring, sexdolls. Not a good idea came to him on how to deal with that dilemma. On the other caring hand, he felt horribly obliged.

The boy was human, a fact very good and very bad on a large scale that he had no control to tip whatsoever. If records were true, he was about nineteen, six years younger than him (perfect for his bed); he was allegedly, most of his life, incubated in a factory. Asking for sex is like blatantly disregarding the compassion the boy absolutely needed.

"I'm not going to do...it.. with you," Milliardo voiced, words brimming with contempt and fear.

Treize was slow to answer, "You can stay in one of the guest rooms." After a moment, he added, "But don't let the servants see you. Then they will know something is odd." In his peripheral vision, he saw Milliardo bristle.

"I'm not odd."

"I'm not saying you are; the situation is."

"No, the situation is back to normal. It's odd you could even have sex with inanimate objects, no matter how you were.. genetically enhanced."

Treize smiled daringly. "You were pretty 'animate' before."

Milliardo compressed more into the rich leather seat of his hover car, covering his face not before glaring evilly at Treize.

By the time they reached his conspicuous home, front welcoming face covered with flowers and the sides captured by vines, Milliardo had fallen asleep. Treize, instead of just wisely waking him, carefully enclosed the deeply sleeping boy in his strong arms, marveling over his fresh flesh and scented hair. He walked the short way to his front oak door past the crystal animal statues in their marble fountains, wondering how Milliardo would take to his flourished lawns and grand art now that he had a mind to appreciate them.

Down the halls he went, his display of art, priceless masterpieces that only he as Head Office Military Commander could afford, passing him by until he came to a secret corridor, disguised as a broom closet but hid a door that lead to a discreet door in his personal closet. This path lead straight to his room, much of the same grandeur as everything else, except predominately red silk beddings, an expensive dupion canopy woven around his frame of mahogany bed, and rose-carved headboard.

He shrugged his animal leather jacket from his shoulders onto his silk-lined duvet, everything else following, as he had always went to sleep nude. Milliardo's body followed suit, and under the feather-filled khadder quilt they went.

Even in his bursting luxury and effulgence, he wanted nothing more than to keep the cloned prince as his forever.

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Eight o' clock alarm bells rang shrilly through the room. Milliardo launched from the bed, grabbed the clock, and threw the glass and gold handiwork clear across the room and went back to bed with Treize, who needed more than a few seconds of ringing to wake him up.

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"Your Excellency! Your Excellency! First Officer Lady Une is here for the doll, sir! Are you awake? It is 0900 hours, sir!" The servant pounded for what seemed an eternity until Treize opened the door. A young woman around that middle-age bowed in his presence before saying again, "Lady Une is here for the doll. Would you like for me to escort him, Your Excellency."

Treize remembered telling a servant to tell Milliardo to tell him to set the clock. Everything worked out, as he had set the clock before going to Duo's yesterday. Why hadn't it woken him up?

"No, I will personally meet Lady Une."

She blinked, waiting to see if Treize would change his mind, having said a sarcastic joke or something, but she saw the man was completely serious. "You're keeping this one?"

"For a bit longer, yes."

"Alright then, Your Excellency. I shall inform Lady Une that you will be in the lobby to meet her soon, sir."

Treize closed the door as she left, catching site of his broken clock, costing well over a thousand credits, despondently lying there on his expensive carpet. He eyed the figure, who hid his nakedness under the quilt, with amusement, and was eyed back with crystal blue challenging eyes, promising death if he moved a step closer.

"Your Excellency, I would like it very much, sir, if you handed some clothes to me, sir."

"They do not adhere to me as such so excessively."

Milliardo dubiously concentrated on his words. "They do to."

Treize, drawing a long, light-blue, day robe from his closet for Milliardo, and his usual military wear for him, answered smartly, "Spell 'adhere'." From behind, Milliardo grabbed the robe and pulled it quickly over his head, not giving him a response. At this, the commander remarked, "You couldn't even spell your own name," and quickly straightened himself when Milliardo swiftly kicked him in the ass, turning on his heel to stare blatantly in surprise. The boy was now slipping on his equally light-blue suede slippers.

"It's not like I had a choice." Treize mentally kicked himself as hard as he could, putting on his own layers of clothing. Usually he'd call a servant to help him, and he had lately taught Milliardo how to place the item together, but neither choice felt good to him at moment, since he felt like an ass.

He was going to apologize, but decided against it, felt the move would be condescending despite the reason it could mend this little dispute. "Make sure you act like a doll or else you would be found out."

"Why are you worrying?"

"Actually, I don't really care, just thought to let you know."

"Then why are you trying to make me stay?! Just let me go!" Milliardo stood fiercely before him, hair carnivorous with night tussle.

"Because then I would be found out, possibly even tried for treason for letting you go."

The boy spat,"It's the right thing to do, asshole. Ever done the right thing before, or has being so excellent obliterated the morals of people like you?"

Never...Never in his life had he been so provoked by someone he desired so much, the vexing tone squeezed his heart, but also inflamed a fire within. "I don't care what's the right thing to do, only what's right for me."

Those cool fiery eyes became inexplicably wide. "You bastard!" he called out, more than loud enough for any passer-by to hear through the thick walls, if they weren't sound-proofed.

"Oh, no," Treize spoke arrogantly, angrily, meeting in front of Milliardo with their chests parallel to each other, "I come from a long line of Head Office noblemen, while you yourself have been cloned,"-he wasn't sure of this- "from a doomed prince." In effect, said clone's face darkened, breath coming in puffing huffs, but Treize pushed further. "Even if one were to recognize you as a human being, you'd be nothing more than scrap for your counterpart, in case he needs a new kidney or lung." Such programs were extremely expensive, a single clone costs about as much as his mansion, and to have it kept in a breeding facility could lead you into debt if you weren't careful. However, Treize was discreetly against such practices, an opinion which he would not let Milliardo know, even when the boy's anger exploded and he was struck across the face with a well-aimed fist.

Immediately, the boy straddled atop his abdomen, punching with all the force he could muster, but tears burst forth and he crumpled in a heap on Treize's chest, which heart it encumbered broke in a flood of guilt. As Milliardo sobbed into his collar, he thought how he hadn't wanted to push the boy so far, but neither had he expected the boy to show so much emotion. Yesterday, he had the innate sense to serve him and his every whim and command, not to feel the pain of penetration or deep loneliness or anger at brusqe, base comments. Now, Milliardo had his heart on doing everything to defy him and society. Maybe even to avenge his lost childhood and unfair livelihood. Who could blame him?

"I know this is just a grand time to tell you this, but, I believe we had made Lady Une wait long enough."

The clone breathed deeply to steady his breath. "I couldn't possibly confront her like this."

"I already have an excuse in wait," said Treize, sitting up a bit. He looked into the downcast face of his younger companion, who gazed back with eyes glossed with sadness. "Milliardo, I didn't mean a single thing I said. I'm so sorry to upset you."

Milliardo bit his lip, a gesture which Treize found endearing (and arousing) and enhanced his cute face of puzzlement. "Do you mean it?"

"If I apologize to someone, I have said no lies."

"Do you figure me more than... scrap?"

"I figure you more than the councilmen of Head Office themselves." A blush shyly colored the boy's face and a mute sense of pleasure curled at the base of Treize's cock, so he softly shoved the boy from his lap and helped him up. He lead him to the bathroom where they readied themselves for Lady Une's inquisition.

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"If it isn't the daughter of the gods themselves: Lady Une, come to check upon my new acquisition." He and Une briefly shook at the wrists, a common shake between Specials, but Treize added to it, bringing the woman's hand to his mouth and kissing her palm. A little smile tilted the Chief Inspector's mouth, who always had mind to let her guard down next to His Excellency Treize Kushrenada. As a professional career-woman, a Special, she donned a suit that ended at her knees and high heels. She didn't seem to be particularly pleasant, not with that expression- the glasses in her shirt pocket added to her effect, somewhat, but not more so than her large briefcase, probably a holographic CPU, and the black box at her feet.

Milliardo, who had sincerely cleared his mind, which came easier than he thought it would, had a break in his façade; had he ever seen this woman before?

"Why are his eyes so red?" Something of a snarl crossed her features when Treize turned to him, and Milliardo forced his eyebrows not to draw together.

"Ah, yesternight I had an acute desire to draw a different sort of pleasure."

"In other words, you felt the need to be sadistic."

"Yes, I did, and I found out salt water does wonders to the eyes. He didn't so much as flinch." Neither did Treize in his lying, effortlessly playing his act without so much as a blink. "So I'll be keeping him for a bit longer."

Une's face sharpened its tones of meanness directed at the prince clone. "Why?"

"Because, he's such a gorgeous, gorgeous specimen. That is why."

A demeanor as cold as ice made her look a menace. She took her eyes away from his and with a softer look told Treize, "I have more news." She held a dark blue briefcase that matched her suit and began to surf through it, bringing out some bluish documents. Presenting them to Treize, she explained, "It's a new assignment for you, Duo Maxwell, and Heero Yuy, a joint project, if you will. I hope you will explore these in depths soon and inform me when you are ready to enact."

Treize glanced over the works. "Ah, my dear, you have already highlighted that which is most important and left out the tree-killing trash they crowd these papers with. You are certainly my quintessential imaginary secretary."

Her face went through a slew of changes, as if undecided to take this as an insult or a compliment, because, even if Treize was blind to it, Milliardo knew Lady Une probably worshiped the toilet the commander used, and she just noticed then that he had not noticed nor returned the feelings. Just like to Treize to unknowingly rub it in.

"Thank you, sir. Also-" Une paused, as if bracing herself for the worst or best, a look, like all her other creepy visages, were too familiar. "Also, I hear you have been granted early retirement and marriage-"

Treize cut her off with a dismissive hand, the other wrapping around Milliardo's waist. "Like my dad, and my grandfather, and my grandfather's father, and so on and so forth. I have no wish, no need for the privileges."

"You don't want to marry?"

"Whom shall I marry?"

Dammit, Treize, try some compassion, empathy, something- and stop rubbing my ass, she's right there!

Expressions could not be used to pass his thoughts, nor his movement, and dumb Treize was ignorantly honest. "I'd rather work and spend life with this sexdoll."

"This one, sir? It's unnatural for a Special to keep a doll, especially you."

Again, the man made an uncaring wafter, replying," There have been many the unusual to keep theirs. No matter the minority, I want to keep him."

"Are you going to break tradition of your great family just to satisfy your personal whims?"

Treize frowned; Milliardo then realized he certainly was not used to dissension to his decisions and could only tolerate such from certain people. He, for example, was one of those people.

"I will not explain myself." He separated from his loose embrace and held Une's hands. "I believe we are finished , Miss Une. Shall I show you to the door?"

"Are you to be some lusty old bachelor?" she hissed, shrugging him off. "And has our friendship been so small you do not consider my position on this matter? And him! Some lifeless doll who wouldn't know ass from crown if you did not command him?!"

Instead of a smart retort, Treize politely replied, "There's no reason to be angry. My personal life is mine after all."

What an idiot-gods, can't you see she loves you?

"I very well know your feelings for me, and I have done my best to show.. I do not feel the same way about you."

Should have said that in the first place! Milliardo wanted to growl.

For the first time since arriving Une's face was unreadable. Slowly, she pulled her glasses from her shirt pocket, holding her gaze still with Treize.

"I will now fine-tune Doll X230726-Milliardo Peacecraft for long-term ownership." She spoke stiffly, lips barely moving, and from the briefcase opened the virtual holographic computer, sensitive to touch as any other physical counterpart except lined in the transparent air as glossy templates. She pressed a few orange squares and typed on the floating keyboard. "He is scheduled for check and tuning as needed every month. Come with me, X230723."

Go with the lady, boy. Have fun. X230723 remembered, this ominous foreplay for his training. The training in which the black box finds its use. Fright seized the doll and his broken mind, split between the fear of now and of then, and he took a step away, the move lost to Treize's back while Une's glasses glinted.

No wonder he couldn't place her face, but now Milliardo recognized this woman as the High Inspector. She worked personally on A-Class clones like him. The bitch smiled as she had done so many times before. When Treize attempted to turn to him, Une quickly passed to block his sight.

"I will take him to your coffee room-" Milliardo nearly rolled his eyes. A coffee room-only this man, but Lady Une was so close to him with that hideous black box, his stomach hurt.

"Why not here?'

"Do you want to see your pretty doll broken apart?"

Treize's eyes narrowed; in return Milliardo realized that this inspector knew well that Milliardo and all sexdolls were human. Purplish-blue irises darkened. "I do not mind, as long as he is put back together thus."

"Is the trust gone between us?"

"No," Treize lied with ease," but curiosity pulls me to your duty."

"Under law, my duty is forbidden to the eyes except those who are worthy." The last word was said with such emphasis it had a palpable underlying meaning, but she went on to say, "Which includes you Mr.Treize." Without another word, Milliardo reluctantly followed the damnable woman. Every nerve stood alarmed. Alone with Une, she pressed him into a cushioned seat, opened her box and flung to him the horrendous wired suit, on which strategically placed electrodes, all black. One wire from the knee connected to the generator in the black box, capable of grilling a man as good as any electric chair. Dutifully, he pulled off his robe and pasted on the suit. He tried to clear his mind, slow his yammering heart, quell the anxiousness in his gut, but human instinct, encumbered by fright, gave him lost of control.

"Now let's get on with it then." She took a deep breath as if she was the one wearing the suit. "Hm, I'm sure it's so hard meeting Mr. Treize's standards, since I, of all people, have not!"

Milliardo stayed silent, watching as she turned the dial that powered the volts to near-dangerous, though no less painful levels.

"Tell me, what has he asked of you?'

"Master Treize bid me not to disclose personal information to others, unless otherwise specified, Miss Lady Une."

"Is Duo 'specified'?"

Now, she's going to harbor jealously at every close friend of Treize's. "He told me to keep that a secret as well."

Her hand curled in a fist, she punched the starting button and the excruciating jaunts of current paralyzed whatever explanation he had in store.

Then she stopped, her breath now rugged as his. Her hair misguidedly graced her shoulder. A tongue swept her lips as a bead of sweat rolled down his temple.

"Is Duo Maxwell specified?" came the question again, sweet as sugar.

"Master Treize... said... keep it secret."

This time her eyes widened to psychopathic proportions, and she caressed the red globe, served him anticipation turning the dial an unknown length, then tapped it. He quaked in the plush chair, the world around him blackening to nothing, his mind dutifully clearing to its state of conscious unconsciousness. Not seeing nor thinking anything, he had no idea where he was or where he had been, only the instinct that this was the usual training. Emotions were made empty in his soul, and no feeling in the world could be felt. Not the electricity running through his muscles nor Lady Une as she lowered herself on his dutifully erect cock.

"I-I'll get a law passed," she gasped between her thrusts, "and all of you dolls will be scrapped by your third master- Ah!" She shifted. "Treize will be mine!"

How long the course lasted, Milliardo had no idea, but the inspector used him until she was done, ordering him to remove his suit and organized herself and the black box presently. When they exited the coffee room, which name crossed him for but a second, Treize rushed to him, not at all paying attention to Lady, who escorted herself out the door.

And Treize eyes oddly shone with anger and, for a moment, Milliardo felt something as well, the feeling gorging deeper as he looked into his master's eyes, and tears began to cloud his own.