Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Nutmeg Love ❯ Nutmeg Love ( Chapter 1 )

Wufei snuggled at the window seat, while in his lap, Pasha purred beneath his fingers. Wufei had always wanted a cat and the playful Siberian was an early Christmas present from Treize. It was only two weeks since Treize had brought her home from the animal protection society, but already Pasha had fit into their little household as if she had never been missing. Wufei smiled. Outside, the world sparkled in the winter sunshine and all the hard edges of the land had been bevelled into soft blurry shapes by last night's snow.

Last night....

Wufei tucked his legs closer beneath the old wool blanket with a shiver. While the snow was softly falling he and Treize had lost themselves in each other's arms. Treize had been particularly tender in his ministrations, and it had left Wufei distracted and dreamy-eyed; he was finding it impossible to focus on anything of importance, though his mind kept returning to Treize.... He could hear him moving the boxes of Christmas decorations in the living room and when Pasha, tantalized by the tinkling of ornaments plopped down to investigate, Wufei decided to follow.

"It's the most wonderful time of the year...."

Treize's voice wafted toward them as they wandered down the hall. His husband was no Frank Sinatra, but his voice was warm and mellow, growing wonderfully husky toward the higher notes in a way that always stirred something deep within Wufei. He moved closer and was just in time to see Treize hang two sprigs of mistletoe above the double doors to the living room. Standing on a stepladder with his back turned to Wufei, Treize had not yet noticed them. He was wearing a forest-green sweater that emphasized his broad back and the brightness of his hair and Wufei hung back, watching him surreptitiously. Pasha, however, had no intention of being ignored and meowed loudly, rubbing against the step ladder. Treize turned and smiled.

"Ahh, just in time, my love." He pointed to the mistletoe and grinned.

Wufei smiled and went to the ladder, lifting his face for a kiss.

"Mmm..." Treize nipped at his bottom lip, "You taste like nutmeg."

"Yes," Wufei nodded as Treize stepped down from the ladder and petted Pasha before drawing Wufei into his arms. "I made some eggnog while you were outside. Would you like some? And what about these?" Wufei indicated the Christmas lights, ornaments and tinsel that had been emptied from their boxes and piled on the couch, "Do you need help with anything?"

Treize shook his head. "No, but thank you, darling. I love doing this stuff." He laughed as Wufei glanced skeptically at the tangled decorations. "Never fear, the result shall be marvellous. I am a connoisseur of the art of tree-decking, you know." He prounced 'connoisseur' the French way, with the "oi" exaggerated for emphasis. His eyes were dancing as he regarded Wufei.

"Indeed?" Wufei's lips twitched. He raised an eyebrow. "Does that mean I should simply make myself scarce? I was thinking maybe we could do something later."

"Something...," Treize tugged at the hem of Wufei's sweater, pulling him even closer, "like what?"

"There's a new restaurant on Maple that I wanted to try. I read a review about it in this weekend's paper and it's supposed to be very good. I thought we might make reservations...." Wufei trailed off, rendered breathless by the heat in Treize's gaze. "That is...," he swallowed, his knees turned suddenly to jelly, "unless you would like to do something else?"

"Hmm, well...," Treize leaned forward and whispered in Wufei's ear.

Wufei's cheeks warmed. He ducked his head, his fingers trembling as he picked at Treize's sweater. "That's ... not quite what I had in mind," he admitted shakily, "but I might be persuaded to change my plans...."

"Might you?" Treize's voice was husky. He was deftly working his way beneath Wufei's sweater. Grasping the tank top he wore beneath it, he tugged it out of his jeans.

"Mmm," Wufei shivered, memories of the previous night all too vivid as Treize's hands moved on his body. He buried his face in his husband's shoulder, inhaling deeply. Treize had carried in the tree and he smelled of pine mixed with the warmth of skin and soap. Wufei's hands settled at Treize's waist and he hooked his thumbs in the empty belt loops. "Treize...." He tiptoed and pressed his mouth to his husband's and Treize answered him with equal fervor. His lips were soft, his kisses gentle and thorough and the slick slide and retreat of his tongue against Wufei's turned his bones to honey. Wufei moaned and pressed closer.

Treize held him fast, his breath fanning against Wufei's neck. He groaned. "Gods, what you do to me...."

"That's not a complaint, I hope?" Wufei joked, a little shy.

Treize's arms tightened. Bending, he nuzzled Wufei's nose. "That's a very, very good thing," he revealed huskily. His tongue stole out to taste the pulse throbbing in Wufei's throat. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

Wufei sighed, feeling happier than he had ever been. Neither he nor Treize was religious, but in that moment he felt sure he knew what it was to feel blessed. Treize pleased him all the way down to his toes. It was humbling to realize how much he needed the other man, but it was also liberating, knowing that Treize needed him just as well. Love was not something Wufei was comfortable speaking of, but only a fool would deny the mixed-up tumble of joy-fear-passion Treize inspired in him. Joy because he desired nothing other than to spend the rest of his days with Treize; fear because he could not imagine life without him -- and passion.... Wufei traced the fullness of Treize's bottom lip .... Well, that needed no explaining at all....

Treize smiled down at him and Wufei's heart contracted. Unwilling to release each other, they maneuvered clumsily to the couch, Pasha tangling all the while about their legs, indignant at having been forgotten. Treize pulled Wufei against his side so that he was half-nestled in his husband's lap.

"So, have you thought about what you want for Christmas?"

"No," Wufei shook his head. "Last night was all the Christmas gift I needed," he admitted softly.

"Oh?" Treize teased, "And which part of last night did you like best? Let's see ... there was our visit to the Yuy-Maxwells, dinner ... the movie...." Treize tapped his forehead, pretending to consider, "Goodness, I just can't shake the feeling there's something I'm forgetting.... "

Wufei reddened. "Bastard."

Treize chuckled. Beneath Wufei's sweater, his palm spanned Wufei's belly. "Why do you wear this silly thing?" he asked, referring to the tank top. He lifted it, bunching it under Wufei's armpits beneath the thick, cable-knit wool.

"What's wrong with it?" Wufei asked, surprised.

"This," Treize explained, sotto voce, "is a shameful example of needless sensual denial completely contrary to the spirit of Christmas. You should wear the sweater next to your skin. It's thick and soft and has a wonderful texture. Think how good it would feel against your nipples." To prove his point, Treize grabbed handful of the fuzzy material and brushed it against the buds in question.

Wufei gasped and squirmed. "Treize...!"

"Hmm...." Treize's mouth found a pebbled nipple. "You know what I want for Christmas?"

Wufei couldn't find the breath to reply as Treize divested him of his sweater and slacks, all the while worshipping Wufei's fingers ... his neck ... his lips ... with soft kisses and even tenderer words. There was a fire in his bones and Wufei let it consume him until nothing was left but his yearning for Treize. His husband placed a burning kiss at the curve of his shoulder and Wufei was aware of the trembling of his limbs, the heavy blood-throb in his veins and the heat between his legs as his flesh quickened to life. Treize was watching him from beneath drooping lids, his cheeks ruddy with arousal. He was panting just a little and his lips were parted and moist. Heat shimmered and burst within Wufei. He wanted to tell Treize of his love but the words caught in his throat. Instead, he traced the sensitive rim of Treize's mouth, then touched a finger to his own lips. Grasping Treize's palm, he pressed it to his erection.

Treize understood. His mouth descended, soft and wet, claiming Wufei's lips as he began to stroke him. At the pinnacle of the caress he lingered, rubbing sweetly at the head, spreading the copious slickness there. Wufei's thighs clenched and a cry swelled in the back of his throat, but his lover would not relieve him. He bent instead to apply the rasp of his tongue to that smooth, naked flesh sipping delicately of Wufei's desire until frustrated tears gathered in the corner of his eyes.

"Please, Treize...."

"Shh ... shh ...," Treize was purring, "all in good time, my darling."

Wufei shivered. At the foot of the couch, the tinsel and the ornaments -- metallic blue and red and green -- winked on the blurry edges of his vision. He heard the rustling of clothing and then Treize was moving away; naked, he snagged the throw on the arm of the couch, spreading it in front of the fire.

Wufei admired the flex of his lover's arms, the supple curves of Treize's back and buttocks and the fine golden hairs on his calves. Treize turned to beckon to him and Wufei's breath caught at the proof of Treize's desire -- thick and swollen and gleaming with answering slickness -- limned by the honey-glow of the firelight.

Wufei stumbled forward, wanting to know Treize as intimately as did the firelight. Kneeling, he grasped Treize's hips, savoring the rhythmic clenching of his buttocks and the cry that spiralled from his lips. He tasted Treize as he himself had been tasted -- he rubbed his cheek against the crisp mat of hair below Treize's stomach and like the firelight, Wufei sought out the shadowed places on his husband's body: the dip of his navel, the creases where Treize's thighs met his hipbones and the velvet pouches of his testicles drawn tight with desire just for him. Wufei sank onto his heels as Treize's flavor burst over his tongue.

He had not thought it possible to love so much.

When Treize finally entered him, their hands were locked together. Afterward they lay belly to belly, listening to Pasha terrorize the decorations they had left unguarded. Neither he nor Treize could be bothered to stop her.

They had rolled near the tree in their frenzy and the redolence of crushed pine lingered in the air, mingled with the subtler scents of sex. Wufei rested his head against Treize's chest, tracing it with awe. He often worried that he was inadequate, that he was not masculine enough, but now it no longer bothered him that he was so small -- that they were so different. Beyond mere physicality, even beyond any words spoken between them, Wufei realized that they fitted together. It was enough.

"What are you thinking about?" Treize nudged him. Gently, he brushed the tousled strands away from Wufei's forehead.

Wufei shook his head, "Nothing ... I...." He smiled. "I think I'm finally getting into the Christmas spirit."

Treize kissed him. "That's good, because I think we need to buy some more decorations."

"If we leave now," Wufei said, staring up at the naked tree, "we might still be able to make lunch."

Treize rolled over, pinning Wufei beneath him. " Lovely ... wonderful. But first...." He nudged a thigh between Wufei's legs. "I never did finish telling you what I wanted for Christmas...."

Wufei laughed, his arms tightening around his husband. He was blessed.