Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Relentless Sun ❯ Relentless Sun Part Two ( Chapter 2 )

Warnings: Big-ass spoilers. Bad symbolism. Lemon. Flashes forwards and back in time. Technically a deathfic (in the context of the series).

Notes: This is my the way that I would fit a relationship between Treize and Wufei into the series while keeping true to the story line. I apologize for any OOCness in Wufei and general plot glitches that readers perceive.

And I am aware now,

Of how everything's gonna be fine.

One day too late; I'm in hell.

I am prepared now,

Seems everyone's gonna be fine

One day too late; just as well.

-Seether

Relentless Sun Part Two:

The tension of the past moments dissipated, replaced by hesitantly guarded anticipation on both of their parts. Treize returned to his chair, and Wufei knew he had not overlooked the empty tumbler. The OZ officer sat and supported the weight of his arms with his elbows on the chair's rests, steepeling his hands in his customary fashion. While Treize stared off into space, completely ignoring the enticing figure across from him, Wufei was doing just the opposite. He examined every inch of Treize, the way his long black boots hugged his legs, the way the faint firelight hilighted his ginger hair with fiery streaks of gold, accenting his regal facial perfectly, the elegant interlocking patterns of his fingers, his ocean blue eyes, staring at the candle. They all combined into a package that Wufei unwittingly found himself eager to open though this was the first time that he was willing to attest to wanting Treize.

//We both know he's waiting. So I must be the pitiful and wanton one? I would do no such injustice to myself by submitting like a woman to him. But why?//

Wufei realized it was a test, and Treize had played out something ever so minor to his advantage. He would not allow whatever happened between them to become non consensual.

//I hate how much I admire him. Are we so similar as to make this wrong? No, I guess people can be together if they are similar. Merian would never have known me like Treize.//

The sentiment in mind, along with the knowledge that he had passed every test ever placed before him, Wufei slid out of the chair and walked over to the seated official who brought his eyes upwards to Wufei. Immediately, he felt as if those eyes were delving into the farthest reaches of his mind, seeking out to know every aspect of him. //He has a curious side. We both do.//

Without breaking eye contact with Treize, Wufei reached to grasp Treize's right gloved hand, palm up. Treize unlaced his fingers and let Wufei hold the hand between his smaller two. Supporting his wrist, Wufei pulled each finger of the glove, loosening it, until he could pull it off and precisely place it on the table. He felt Treize's eye on his face as surely as the hand in his. He examined each finger and circled his thumb around Treize's palm, heeding calluses from years of sword practice. Ever so lightly, he ran the very tip of his index finger across Treize's hand and the nerves beneath twitched accordingly.

"Dragon, your beauty rivals that of a ro-"

"Don't flatter me Treize. I won't take praise like a shallow woman."

"Of course. I apologize. You are hideous."

Wufei glared. Treize smirked. Wufei dropped Treize's right hand without warning and picked up the left, again removing the glove, but without ceremony. He dropped that hand too.

And Treize simply sat there, hands on his lap, gaze wandering from Wufei's face to his body, and back again. Wufei felt frustration welling up inside of him. This was not what he had expected when Treize closed the door. He had anticipated that Treize would attempt to bed him quickly. Not to say it would have been unpleasant, but this? He did not know how or what to instigate. Wufei threw his weight on his toes, and purposefully fell forward, catching his weight with his hands pressed against the back of Treize's chair, effectively caging the Oz leader between his arms. But Treize only blinked at the motion. Wufei put their faces inches apart from one another.

"What do you want from me?"

A wide open smile from Treize on that one. "Everything."

Haughty azure eyes goaded him. Wufei knew Treize was being brutally honest. No faulting him that.

"I hate to bargain. Individuals weaken themselves when they seek compromise for personal gain."

"Perhaps. Then what would you-"

Brushed his lips up against the ones in front of him, and Treize inhaled sharply and stilled. Feeling power in surprising Treize, Wufei pushed off his arms and straightened. //I can't back down.// Treize stared up at him intently. Wufei took a deep breath and in one of those instances when his mind fled him, leaving him to deal with his body and its desires, he straddled Treize on the chair. Immediately, Treize brought up his arms around Wufei's waist to help him stay in place, and Wufei clenched his hands onto Treize's shoulders for better purchase.

Their breathing quickened in response to the closeness of their bodies, and Wufei found himself adjusting to the unusual warmth of Treize near him, especially under him. Never had he been intimate with another since Merian. The consummation of their marriage had been awkward. Neither of them quite shy, practicing moves that only granted fleeting pleasure. A connection that had yet matured to full satisfaction, all of it consented because it was required. They wanted what was expected of them. //But this?//

Slid his arms around Treize, the older man, until they were pressed close together. Hugging him but not in a gesture of friendship, analyzing their responses to one another. The heightening of his senses, among other things. Rise and fall of Treize's chest underneath all of their clothing, and the utmost faint beating of his heart. The heart of one of the most influential figures in the world. The sound of Treize's voice brought him out of his reverie, and he felt the vibrations from the general's throat near his left ear.

"You surprise me Wufei."

"I surprise myself," he admitted.

"That doesn't surprise me."

Wufei taken aback at the //stupidity// of that comment, leaned away and regarded Treize skeptically. But the look in his eyes, and devious curl to his lips were much too cruel in that instant, and Wufei chastised him, bringing is mouth down on top of Treize's own. The kiss sent tremors through Wufei, the pace of his heart bounding to match the speed of his tongue as he insisted upon entrance to Treize's mouth, granted to him immediately. He threw caution to the wind, and sent his tongue inside. Oh so slight taste of cognac and Treize, and he knew he was in over his head. Caressing another by his mouth, and was there anything more intimate than a kiss? But Treize tried to capture his tongue with his own and slow their kiss. So Wufei pulled back, wanting to master the mechanics of it all first. Hands on his waist tightened, and he smirked to himself. So he had angered the Oz leader. Too bad.

Wrenching his lips away from their study, Wufei pushed against Treize's shoulders and drew in air. Pretending to be impartial to their kiss, and also Treize's hands on his waist, caressing him through the uniform. Setting his body on a slow burn. Wufei unbuttoned the precocious uniform Treize wore. The ridiculous black collar and its trappings soon fell open, and after a moment, the rest of the formal blue coat followed suit. Wufei eyed Treize critically as he stripped him, and he found that the man had rested his head back, tilted against the chair, quietly enjoying what Wufei was doing, or rather undoing. Down to a pristine white silk shirt under the coat. Fingers roving over the many pearl buttons, quickly working each one open. Finally exposing skin hot and flushed beneath his fingers. Treize drawled eyes still closed, completely trusting, "Are you enjoying this Wufei?"

He chose to ignore the mental game. That was his reasoning anyway. Never would Wufei's mind flee him at the face of ever his more nude and beautiful opponent. Needing to see more of Treize's body, he shoved the coat and shirt back, the sleek material sliding over Treize's muscular arms, past strong biceps and equally smooth skin down to the top of Treize's elbows. Chair against him, and Wufei atop him, Treize said "You have me now. What will you do with me?"

But Wufei dismissed that question too and continue his exploration of the now trapped Oz leader. He leaned in and threaded his hands through Treize hair, fingers marveling at how they slipped through soft locks, combed and secured back with a touch of gel. Scenting his prey, Wufei took in the faint aroma of gel and Treize again. Appreciating the touch, Treize sighed in pleasure. And then Wufei gazed with a not quite detached air at Treize's face, roaming with the pads of his fingers down Treize's strong jaw line and over his ample mouth. Those blue eyes, always calculating, bored into him, and Wufei dared to meet them without stopping his exploration. The fact that he was merely examining, not quite caressing the body did not lessen the erotic nature of the moment. He knew Treize was certainly agreeable, hardness against his own loudly proclaiming that.

So close, the two of them, and their breaths mingled, hitched occasionally as pleasure reared between them. Wufei moved down to Treize's neck, clinically pressing his first two fingers at the juncture of neck and lower jaw, feeling the strong pulse thudding pleasantly. Liquid blue veins crossing here and there. And then he couldn't resist, and Wufei ground his hips down and forward into Treize's clothed groin. The effect was immediate, and the ginger haired man hissed furiously. Never moving his fingers from Treize's neck as the man snapped his head forward, wisps of hair falling out of place. Pulse suddenly racing under his fingertips. "Do you really need further confirmation of what you do to me," Treize asked, voice quivering, incredulous and aroused.

But Wufei still ignored him, and venture lower, fingering his collarbone, finding the point where it joined Treize's breastbone under the skin. He moved to the right, seeing how greatly his bronze skin contrasted with the cream of Treize's chest. Wufei splayed his hands over the area covering Treize's heart, and it beat up against his hand over and over. Covered a nipple in the process, and he had to acquaint himself with these also. He brought his left thumb to bear against Treize's left, and circled them curiously. They hardened as Treize moaned very quietly at the ministration. But Wufei was already gone, dropping his hands lower to his stomach and abdomen, comparing the strength of his muscles as Treize unconsciously clenched them.

Going lower, but clothing impeded him again. Wufei scooted back marginally and yanked the shirt out of the waist of the white pants, and then unbuckled the belt. Discarding it and undoing Treize's pants to satisfy his curiosity. Only curiosity. Riiight. Treize lifted his hips, and understanding the request, Wufei pulled the slacks low, past his hips, which he then held in his hands. He knew the strength in Treize's body simply by holding those narrow hips. They moved upwards towards Wufei of their own volition. Rose again, hungrily, as Wufei drew aside Treize's undergarments and replaced them with his hands, pressing his fingers into the flesh right above his length, and Treize growled low in his throat. "You tease me."

Ruthless, Wufei's hands skirted around Treize's member and delved to feel the insides of his thighs, then dipping lower and cupping the sacs. Treize gasped, obviously not expecting this. Wufei looked up just quickly enough to see Treize's mouth drop open and his eyes flutter shut, black lashes hiding the endless blue, and Wufei focused on his self appointed task. Hand finally moving back up to wrap around Treize, and feel the weight and length he held. And Wufei reveled in the power of having Treize beneath him like this, permitting Wufei whatever he pleased.

Impulsively realizing that he desperately wanted to see Treize lose control by his hands, Wufei started moving, squeezing and pumping up and down. Once again, and Treize made a strangled sound in his throat, hips lifting in response, but then Wufei shifted his weight forward on Treize's thighs, and clenched his own knees against Treize's hips, bearing down so Treize could not move. The officer gasped, calling out his name, and Wufei was ever more empowered. Liquid wept forth from Treize's length, and Wufei smeared it around the head, and then down again. Increasing his speed, and Treize's breathing shortened, as if he was in shock. Always shifting the hold he had on Treize, and the man gasped.

Urgently, Treize said "I can't-," but Wufei knew this, knew from the swelling between his palms that he was nearing the edge. He was merciless, hands not stopping, and the azure eyed man groaned. Treize's body began to spasm. Wufei felt the tremors everywhere, as muscles succumbed to the pleasure and seized up, and Treize's face twisted, eyes squeezed shut, brow furrowed, and Wufei hands were spurred to move faster, and clench over and over. Suddenly, Treize stilled, back arching out towards Wufei, his mouth open and calling out "Wufei!" His hands did not stop as wet heat shot onto clothing and skin, raining upwards, and Wufei still worked him, until Treize had stilled, hung his head, panting, and begged him to stop.

Wufei sat there quietly, somewhat amazed by the ongoings. Witnessing one of the most composed men ever willingly lose that composure, and for a moment, exist only for his body and its wants. Wufei had never seen it done before, let alone partake in it. The intimacy was not lost on him.

Treize's essence haphazardly graced Wufei's hand, and he rubbed his fingers, feeling it slide between them. Treize looked up to his face at the same time that Wufei tasted that flavor in his mouth. His expression darkened, and Wufei did not stop licking the salty fluid on his hand, testing Treize for his reaction. He did not have to wait long. "Enough!" Treize said fiercely, and wrenched his arms from the confines of the coat, immediately wrapping them around Wufei's back and head, pulling him close for a rough kiss.

Initially Wufei resisted the embrace, trying to break the kiss and regain control, but Treize would have none of it, plundering his mouth, and Wufei reciprocated, entering Treize's mouth, with the general's own self still on his tongue. He hardly noticed when Treize pulled the tie from his hair, too amused by swallowing the moan Treize emitted from deep in his throat. Fingers threaded through Wufei's hair, grabbing hold and yanking him back, away from the kiss, and Treize regarded him with narrowed hawk's eyes.

He combed his fingers through Wufei's hair, starting at his temples and working back, and Wufei held himself absolutely still. Warily, he found himself enjoying the sensation of hands in his hair, moving gently along his scalp. Nothing but a harsh comb twice each day touched his hair, and he really did not know what to make of Treize's actions. The hands, large against his skull, stilled in his hair, and Treize queried in a nearly whispered tone, deep and dangerous "And would you have me also take that control from you Wufei?"

Punctuated by Treize's smoldering eyes, the color of the hottest fire, and Wufei faltered. Sex was potentially a weapon stronger than any gundam. Considering their situation, it would require utmost trust. What he had just done to Treize was cruel on multiple levels, and Wufei was not sure if he could bring himself to let go. Guilt could ruin him, and ANY knowledge of this would utterly destroy his honor as the pilot of Nataku. Wufei had certainly consented by staying seated when Treize closed the doors, but Treize did not ask that question now.

The fingers in his hair did not stop their ministrations.

Wufei sighed.

"That depends on how capable you are, Treize Kushrenada."

Treize chuckled. "Very." A dark husky accent on the word, and Wufei never doubted the statement. He was in trouble.

The general bent the terrorist over in a fierce kiss. Treize supported Wufei's head and bowed over him, forcing Wufei to arch back and wrap his arms around Treize's neck for purchase. Wufei closed his eyes, seeing sparks everywhere behind his eyelids, rebounding from the same sparks on his tongue. Eager shocks every time it slid against Treize's, and their lips changed for a more thorough angle. Serious trouble.

Treize pulled Wufei back up and retreated from his mouth. Air flooded Wufei's lungs and left on his panting moan. Treize gave him a light, chaste peck on the cheek. "Stand up Wufei."

He obliged, feeling the beginning of a cramp near his knee. Wufei gave Treize the once over. Disheveled hair, reflecting golden candle light, lips swollen, and they twisted into a devilish grin when they knew Wufei's glance. Arms on the rests of the chair, barely holding the thoroughly rumpled blue overcoat and white undershirt clinging to his torso. Chest and below all exposed and reddened from their contact. Yes, Wufei did admire his handiwork. But oh, he knew he would pay for it. One turn deserved another, and it really was only a question of HOW mad Treize would drive him.

"Strip please."

//Ever polite Treize?//

Wufei unbuttoned the green OZ coat that he wore, glad to remove it, for the fit and style hardly suited him. His usual navy top was beneath, and after he unlaced his boots, balancing perfectly on one foot for each shoe, it came off too. He stood bare chested in front of Treize, wearing only the dark olive uniform pants. Wufei's movements were not the least bit seductive, only a usual routine, but he had nothing to hide, and Treize was evidently pleased with what he saw. The ginger haired man flushed in reaction, not necessarily out of embarrassment. Pants and underwear followed suit with the rest of the uniform, and Wufei stood bare in front of Treize, waiting. Tense.

Treize stood then, letting his coat and shirt stay on the chair, but refastening his pants. It did not surprise Wufei; the ones with great power attempted to expose nothing. Pensive and defiant, he glared up at Treize who took a step closer to him and purposefully towered over him. Glazed and shadowed nebula-blue eyes stared into his own ebony, and Wufei felt the gossamer warmth of Treize's exhaling against his face.

"Close your eyes," Treize commanded in a breathy whisper, and Wufei automatically obliged. For a moment nothing happened. And then Treize's hands, the only thing touching him, were back in his hair. Impossible not to enjoy. Wufei angled his head sideways, presenting his neck. All the while eyes closed. Hands stilled in his hair and then slowly ventured lower, palms encircling his neck reverently. Both knew only a harsh twisting jerk of the hands was all it required...

Treize's hands left Wufei's neck, and settled on his shoulders. Lips followed hands, and Wufei shuddered both inside and out as they ran from the base of his neck to his ear. Wicked, Treize ran his tongue along the curves of his ear, warm tingling blossoming at Wufei's neck in the wake. Repeated on the same side, and oh, it was good. So nice that he could think of nothing else, but this was only his neck, and it was forecasted that his nerves were about to undergo a total deluge.

Treize's hands and mouth deserted him for a minute, and Wufei could only stand, unmoving and barren. Waiting, knowing Treize touched him with his eyes, even if the pause only lasted for pitiful seconds. Wet lips met his from above. Their tongues played against each other, and each nipped the other's mouth, often persuading suppressed moans to surface. Treize brought both of his hands to Wufei's waist, thumbs patterning circles in the flesh above his hip bones. Wufei felt the urgency in Treize's hands, the impatience of the fingers, and it infected him, hips thrusting out to Treize.

Treize broke their kiss with a chuckle, but his words were dark, and even Wufei did not know if he could obey. "Stand still. And never open your eyes." Treize punctuated it when he ever so gently kissed each of Wufei's closed lids, the gesture tickling him. He had a sinking suspicion of what Treize would do to him, and considering how much it had affected the Oz General, oh, not good.

He was right, and the warmth from Treize's body left his upper half, as he kneeled in front of Wufei. Hands lightly on his hips, but no other support. No sight, and only Wufei's other senses for guidance. All working on overload to keep him standing and sane. He constantly shifted his weight, bare feet on carpet, balance his only surcease. Arms flat against his sides, hands clenching, frustrated with nothing foreign to touch.

Treize kissed his inner thigh. Wufei stood stock still, the kiss pleasantly racing up and down his leg. He had never felt such a thing before. Strong hands kneading his thighs and behind, soothing and enraging at once. Imagination supplying a picture in his mind's eye of how they looked together, and Wufei gaped at the debacle. Nerves telling him all he needed to know, his black hair whisping about his shoulders and neck like so many feathers, head down, eyes closed, standing, perhaps the hardest task in the world, in front of Treize, ginger hair teasing his right thigh as Treize turned his kisses to the left, almost panting, almost collapsing...

And then Treize took Wufei into his mouth. He could not help but give voice to the pleasure. Ecstatic shocks to his nerves. So condensed, so focused in-between his legs and Treize's mouth. So hot! And those hands soon fondled him even lower, escalating his hardness. A cry tore loose from Wufei's throat giving voice to his pleasure. His legs trembled in the onslaught, and Wufei could FEEL Treize smile around him. And take him in deeper. Oh God entirely! He shuddered.

"Bastard!" He hissed down to Treize, who pulled away, immediately ceasing the pleasure as he laughed. Wufei bit down any further protest to Treize's delight because his body begged too loudly for it to continue. His legs were obviously racked with fine tremors as he strained to maintain balance against dizzying pleasure. Treize said, "You're not lost yet."

Without warning Treize sucked him down his mouth once more and Wufei sobbed raggedly amidst exceeding pleasure from Treize's mouth and throat, the utmost delicate sliding of teeth barely registered against his skin, and that tongue. That tongue plotting to shove him over the edge by swirling around the head and down the underside. Withdrawing to lick ever so slowly up the underside of his member. He felt the same sensation echo along the length of his spine. Rebounding waves of pleasure straining to build a deep knot in the pit of his abdomen clawing to get out. Tension and heat everywhere, coming off of him in waves. He panted. Thrust into Treize's mouth, willing himself precariously close to the edge, taking all of what Treize offered.

Wufei lost knowledge of himself in that moment, and only knew his body and its demands. Demands that he pump his hips forward again, seek release looming so near, call Treize's name, and just experience. Something so perfect and sharp and hot and directed that he could neither hold nor control. Only obey, and he continued shoving into Treize's mouth, seeking an end to it all. The end submerged between Treize's lips, and Treize's hands between his legs.

And the end found Wufei, roared up inside of him, a hard wave of pleasure wrought from the mouth he took, broke from his body as a yell and a rush of semen, and the blood pounding in his heart, and sensations stripping him raw. Emptying himself down Treize's throat, heat inside and out, all of it a burning vice, and Wufei moaned again as Treize milked his orgasm.

Wufei opened his eyes and collapsed to his knees. He barely registered the ground rising to meet him, amidst such strong aftershocks. Treize, being taller, was now above him, with one hand stroking his thigh and another capped on his shoulder. The gesture of comfort was nice to Wufei, but he refused to meet Treize's face. There was no way he could make eye contact right then.

Kissing his forehead in a chaste fashion, Treize stood up, leaving Wufei in place. "Please join me in bed." Treize slowly turned his back to Wufei and headed towards his bedroom. Wufei was thankful that Treize had left him to regain his composure, and he had to wonder if it was for them both. He wondered at his indignance when Treize left him with a kiss to the forehead, as if he was a shy school girl. How dare Treize condescend to kiss him! And yet that mouth knew him so intimately now. How dare Treize just walk away, expecting him to follow like a puppy. And yet he would have loathed Treize holding his hand.

The room came back into focus as did the now cool air, chilling his sweaty skin. A blush rose unbidden to Wufei's face when he realized what he had just done in a room that was certainly not as private as one's bedroom. How did this happen again? He looked at their clothing scattered about on the floor, and retrieved the clothes, tossing them into a chair. He suddenly cared about NOT seeing them discarded on the floor.

//Can I do this?//

Wufei could hear Treize moving in his bedroom, doing what, he hardly knew.

//Can I?//

Reluctance welled up inside of him, a sharp and resonating feeling, originating from his actual eagerness. Wufei did not fear the physical, but he was honestly terrified of the guilty onslaught, the mental bashing he would give himself the next morning. Wufei pressed the heels of his palms to his eyes, a choked and wordless exclamation coming from his throat. Aches exploded in his chest. He knew he would go through with this, but the fact that Wufei could not feel fury with himself, and could not shame himself drove him insane. Wufei never would have guessed that this aspect of himself existed.

//Who is this?//

Black stars flashed behind Wufei's eyelids from the pressure of his hands, to the point where he felt a twinge of pain, and so he yanked his head up and opened his eyes. Everything had blurred, but the flame from the candle on the table shone through, attracting Wufei's attention yet again. He stared at the flame, so tiny from far away, just a bright speck dancing upon itself. Still there when he blinked and stood up, impressing itself in an afterimage.

That image stayed with him, as Wufei finally stood up and walked evenly across the room to join Treize. He did not look back at the candle, because he knew all about it. When lit by another, the candle destroyed itself through passion, not guilt. And if questioned, if toppled, then the fire could always burn everything down. Recklessly burn what ever it wanted. Wufei stepped into Treize's bedroom and closed the door.

Treize turned from what he was doing to see Wufei. He smiled, but Wufei knew it to be genuine, and he felt an answering expression on his own face. "Are you all right?" He decided it was nice of Treize to ask the question; it was more than polite. With a nod Wufei circled the room, well aware of his state of undress, but curious as to what Treize had been up to.

The bedroom was large, with an imposing king size four poster bed in the center. The headboard touched the opposite wall from the entrance facing a large armoire to Wufei's left. The wall on his right had accordion doors into the bathroom, and the wall which paralleled that consisted primarily of a window, curtained off in dark blue. The bedding, also royal blue had been turned down, and the lamps, one on each nightstand flanking the bed, had been switched on. Their golden light diffused the shadows in the room, warming everything from the wooden furniture to the uniform blue materials. It suited Treize well, but judging from the lack of personal articles, and Treize's state of arrest, he knew it was not the officer's actual bedroom. The thought eased Wufei's mind; they were in relatively neutral territory.

Now clad in a long white terry cloth robe, Treize lounged against a wall as Wufei took a circuit of the room. He sensed Treize's eyes roving over him as he stared down each piece of furniture, including the bed. With the flat of his palm, Wufei ran his hand over the sheets, judging from their softness that their thread count would be ridiculously high. He snapped his head up when Treize commented that the bed would not bite him.

"But you would," he retorted, to which Treize laughed in mirth. It foreboded of more shivers than those presently racing along Wufei's arms. No one had ever before actually induced such a thrill in Wufei, though he loathed to label it as one. Yet Treize contrasted many of the norms in Wufei held dear. Yes, he would let his enemy bed him, because Treize was the one person Wufei could stand to be more powerful than him.

He climbed up onto the bed, slinking across and off of it again to greet the officer standing face to face. Saw the narrowing of Treize's eyes, the darkening of his expression. Treize would pay for these two victories Wufei allowed him. Besting Wufei in a sword fight and commanding the wants of Wufei's body meant that Treize would eventually see his return victory; these moments would be nullified. Deep down, perhaps Wufei did not want that inevitable confrontation to come about, and so Treize's next offhand comment, a response to his previous jab shocked Wufei into stillness.

"That's war."

The irony that Treize's retort coincided exactly with his train of thought so greatly froze him in place that it took Wufei a few seconds to register that Treize was saying his name. Immediately, Wufei jerked out of the reverie, not wanting to dwell any more on their futures.

"Wufei-"

"Quiet," he hissed, grabbing the knot holding Treize's robe together to drag the man closer to him. Treize complied, pressing into Wufei so that he leaned against the high bed with the top the mattress reaching to the small of his back. "Quiet? You seemed to enjoy my voice earlier," Treize said, and Wufei blushed. Fingers under his jaw titled his face up to Treize's, and Wufei knew the flush did not go unnoticed. Not when Treize was all but leering down at him. Resenting Treize's ever present amusement when in his company, Wufei frowned before gripping Treize's neck to bring him down for a kiss.

Warm hands slid up and down his nude back as Treize's tongue and lips roamed over Wufei's. Still unused to so much contact, Wufei stood still for a moment before plucking up the courage to lift his hands to run along Treize's arms. But it was too good to stop touching him once they had begun. Terrycloth impeded his fingers from touching Treize's skin, and the suddenly bastardized robe had to go. Treize seemed to sense Wufei's urgency and stepped back to undo the robe. Wufei hardly registered that Treize threw the robe across the foot of the bed.

Rarely did he see another man fully unclothed. Eyes gorging on the picture of Treize, all of him. The physique of a fighter like himself, taller and broader, but just as aroused. That sculpted torso with its long limbs, muscles tapering down to along a flat stomach, to his hips and legs, all fiercely elegant and masculine, and yes he would so relish Treize's body touching him. Treize knew of the stare, but Wufei wondered if Treize knew what the sight of that body did to his own. Sent a rush of never known anticipation scurrying amongst his nerves and blood flooding in all the right places.

A jolt of effervescent adrenaline shot its way through Wufei's chest, setting the blood to sprinting, when Treize took the invitation to stand closer to him as he sat on the bed and pried open his legs with his own hands on his own knees.

It was all so splendidly wrong, and Wufei let Treize bend over him until his back bowed over the bed and he felt off balance. All askew while Treize licked along his collar bone while sliding his warm palms under Wufei's thighs and lifting him further back onto the bed. And there was no way in Hell that he was actually spreading his legs open to allow Treize access to his body, but then there was also no way that Wufei ever had his cock down Treize's throat either...

Marveling at the feeling of soft covers touching his bare backside as Wufei slid closer to the headboard to let Treize onto the bed, to straddle him on hands and knees and eye Wufei like a raptor seeing a mouse. And nothing felt so good as when Treize lowered his body, just barely brushing together their hips, letting everything between come into contact. Wufei arched up into the warm friction of it all and gasped.

"Want- want to touch you Treize."

"By all means," came the harsh reply from above him in a voice thick with their ongoings, and Treize lowered his weight onto Wufei, pressing him into the bed with chest and legs and arms and mouth, and Wufei should have been alarmed. Should have refused to be blatantly overpowered by the older man, but his thighs were sliding alongside Treize's as he twined their legs together and curled his fingers upwards into the powerful grip that pressed them into the mattress.

They were both shortly moaning out loud, sometimes in what seemed to be surprise when a particularly sensitive location was exploited by the other. Wufei shortly found himself in a stratosphere as Treize kneaded his back while alternately worrying his nipples with teeth and tongue. Zoning out so much on the bliss coming from the mouth on him, Wufei had no chance to suspect the pain that suddenly, sharply bit into the delicate skin on his forearm.

"AH!"

Head swimming as the world snapped back into focus, Wufei saw that Treize had picked up one of the dresser candles and purposefully spilled a drop of wax onto his arm. It burned. He had not expected for Treize to test his pain threshold like this. Wufei fumed at the cruelty, about to lash out at the game when Treize stopped him by saying, "Sometimes the best pleasure is in the removal of pain."

Treize had locked eyes with him in that moment, and refused to break that contact with Wufei. He knew that the cerulean eyed general was not fooling with him, was determined to find and push his limits, but the intensity with which Treize was looking at him scared Wufei.

"Treize-" he sputtered, as the other bent his mouth to Wufei's arm, ever so carefully disengaging the hardened wax with his tongue and then soothing over the area. Sensation immediately exploded from the site, so intense that Wufei actually tried to pull his arm away from Treize, willing to do anything to stop himself from going mad, ignoring the candle in the process, until suddenly again the stinging burn made itself know on his chest. Hot, flaming, searing, at so many scattered points on his body now that shocked him into immobility. Utterly frozen in place, until Treize lowered his mouth to the new burns and invoking so many feelings into his skin that Wufei found himself just trying to keep in that which could build into screaming.

Falling back onto the pillows and Treize never stopped what he was doing, following his downward descent. It let Wufei look up to see that perfect physique hunched over his own body, lips touching his skin, cool in comparison to the burn that had been the wax but hot nonetheless. Caught up in the maelstrom of everything, Wufei sought out something to do with his hands other than grab the sheets, so he wrapped them around Treize's neck and raked his nails along his back when the feelings forced him to claw into Treize.

"Wufei-"

Someone calling his name, but he was so far gone that none of it mattered-

"Wufei, you'll have to turn over." Only because Treize hands had stopped their insanity inducing ministrations did any of it register.

"Why," he asked on a ragged breath, already propping himself up on an elbow to do what was asked of him, without even thinking about it. Only realizing when he found himself already starting to lay his abdomen across the pillow that Treize had held out to him what would come next.

"Because you will want to be prepared for this," and Wufei felt a weight change and knew that Treize had lifted, and then, dropped the terry cloth robe back atop the foot of the bed. The clicking open of a plastic cap affected him like the sound of a pistol's action. Its snapping shut actually made Wufei give an involuntary jerk and make absolutely sure that Treize could not see the blood rushing across his cheeks.

Air so cold across his body without physical contact from Treize. None at all sav-sa-sa-save for the tip of a lubricant-chilled finger, a liquid nitrogen live wire effectively fritzing out every nerve in his body as it ran from the base of his neck down the length of Wufei's spine, over his tailbone, right to the entrance of his body. Wufei hissed at the dual sensations of a cold finger making his blood burn, overwhelming his shaft with even more heat, and he could feel himself tightening everywhere, just with that touch.

"No. Relax Wufei. Trust me." Heat of Treize's chest against his back, a foreboding pressure while that finger gently looped around his rim.

"Why should I trust you?" Wufei threw the words out there, thankful for finally being able to think of anything except the feelings, lest he just implode.

The deep chuckle from right above him, sent Wufei into a minor rage, until Treize said, "because maybe I've been in your position before," while sliding a finger inside of him, not that it could have possibly mattered to Wufei as the words were busy clicking and he couldn't help but picture Treize submissively spread atop pillows and just begging for more from a faceless stranger. Or Oh God riding someone, Treize, shoving himself down over and over and moaning like Wufei was doing now, and the word prostate vaguely came to mind when pleasure snapped Wufei back into himself and the moment, his body seizing around the finger preparing him. "Good enough," he said, his hands clawing into the sheets and further breath choking while Treize kissed the line of his shoulders and slid another finger into him.

Wufei couldn't not finally push up with his palms, the burning of muscles throughout his arms not helping to quell the fierce blazing that was running him through. He just had to push back a little bit more and guide Treize's hand farther into him, and it wouldn't take much more of this before it would all be over and sanity would return. Of course Wufei was far above doing something so wanton as to whine, so he would tell himself, but Treize needed to finish what he had started and removing his hand was NOT remedying the situation by a long shot, and God but Wufei badly needed release.

Wufei was on his hands and knees, panting, when Treize finally slid in closer to him, running the tips of his fingers from the backs of his knees up his thighs and ass, the touch of his length before Treize began to press into him. Entering him. Discomfort flared up in Wufei, and he made a small noise in the back of his throat at something still so alien that it became pain. Squeezing his eyes shut as Treize called out his name in an unsteady voice and slid farther into him, and if this went on any longer...

But the hands smoothing along his back had reached around him now, and Treize was holding him again, stealing away his breath as badly as the adrenaline rush of the sex itself. Not that Wufei actually wrapped his mind around the action when he was too busy feeling it. He just dared to push forward into that grip on his shaft, with Treize sliding out of his body for an eon or two, only to snap back in, and oh right there, things were starting to feel splendid again, especially when he slid backwards just so, and they began to move.

Together back and forth, all of it on the verge of overwhelming Wufei, his body becoming a tide pool with pleasure building on too many fronts to handle. "So tight," Treize gasped above him, and that was strange because Wufei felt like he was going to rip into pieces around Treize's member. He had never felt so exposed before, and couldn't stop himself from being opened again and again, pretenses cast aside, especially when he leveled himself into a kneeling position, backs of his thighs splayed over Treize's, the general's chest pressed against his back. Sweat was sliding along between them, but Wufei could only think of pressing himself back and down onto Treize's body, trying to gain more than ever, again and again and again. Lava in human form stroking Wufei both inside and out as Treize shoved upwards to meet him.

Their movements became more forceful as each upped the stakes for the other, seeing who could topple who first in their ruthless joining. Wufei tightened his inner muscles as Treize entered him and heard the immediate groan next to his ear as evidence that it had worked, but in retaliation Treize began to nearly slam himself into Wufei's body, and tightened his hand into an almost painful vice to pump the length of the Chinese soldier's member. And there was no way that Wufei could recover from that escalating pleasure, his control slipping away lightning fast with every move that Treize worked on him. It was building now way too fast, and Wufei knew he couldn't endure it, breath narrowing to short pants as he just tried to get through this alive.

Treize was murmuring in his ear "breathe Wufei." Serious tone bordering on concern, so with the ragged sense left in Wufei's mind, he decided to let go and give up multitasking, just let the pleasure take him over completely while he just dragged air into his lungs. All of it raging through him, and when had breathing ever felt so good before? Stretching yet another part of him while oxygen flooded his system like water for his starved mind, and the pleasures reached an extreme.

Wufei yelled brokenly as his hips snapped back and forth, caught between the dual stimulus that was Treize, and his back arched, kept himself up with one of Treize's hands flung across his chest and the fingers he had dug back into Treize's biceps, poised there for a perfect instant as he reached and plummeted from the peak of sensation.

All around him, Treize continued moving, struggling to hold onto the moment. Every thrust touched off glorious aftershocks inside of Wufei, so intense that his body was quickly reaching the brink of pain, until Treize suddenly stiffened, and Wufei could feel the tremors in the other man, the rush of warmth inside of him, his named moaned out in raw tones from Treize, and all of it was much too satisfying.

They paused, a moment too splendid to be infinite, together, Wufei still sprawled around Treize while their hearts calmed from trying to box out from their chests and they could remember who they were. Already though the aftermath was beginning to take its toll on Wufei. He had just survived one of the most intensely sweet moments of his life and there was no way that he couldn't face the music of having sex with Treize. Any second now Treize would inform him of how badly he had just ruined himself with his hand poised to page security. Wufei really should find something NOW to knock Treize out with if he wanted to leave here alive. Hands only touching pillows around him, it was the only way, smothering him instead, softest pillows, and Wufei's hands were shaking. He was shaking.

The instant Treize slid out and away from him, Wufei spun around to face him, scooting back and grappling with a handful of sheets to cover himself. Frantic with a need to somehow begin to atone for what-

"What?"

"Oh come now," Treize said, smiling with a look bespeaking of way too much satisfaction as he cleaned the two of them and the bed with the robe. Only cleaning. He was only cleaning them, cleaning Wufei, wiping away their transpiring so easily. And he was still shaking, staring at Treize, who picked up on the pensive stillness with which Wufei was holding himself.

"You're fine Wufei." Treize inched closer to him, and Wufei didn't dare back down, just sat in a kind of defensive stupor until Treize had wrapped his arms around Wufei and pulled them down together onto the bed. Secretly relieved that Treize appeared to be as tired as himself, he welcomed the exhausted sleep that claimed them...

Wide awake, the Chinese youth stared at the mess of melted red wax and charred wick that had long ago started to drip onto the table. Flames once tall now clung to their last bits of blackened string, hints of blue fire illuminating close to nothing. He had not been looking forward to this moment from the very beginning. It was a candle, and candles burned down, and this time would not be like the last...

As soon as Wufei groggily noticed that he was not where a proper Gundam pilot should be, nor with a person that a proper Gundam pilot should be with, he practically vaulted from the bed, suddenly wide awake. A quick glance at the feeble light peeking through the drawn curtains by the bed told Wufei that the sun had yet to finish rising. Treize started at his movement and woke too, sitting up and languidly running his hand through his hair in a manner that brought images of Treize and his hands doing other things to the forefront of Wufei's mind. Blushing and sauntering quickly out of the room, Wufei returned to the sitting room post haste to grab his clothing before the Oz commander could say anything to him.

Air conditioning in the larger sitting room beckoned Goosebumps onto Wufei's skin, and he slid back into the uniform pants that still lay in the chair from the night before. The polyester and wool felt terrible on his skin, oppressive over his traditional outfit, but the hands that suddenly rested on his shoulders did not. He had not listened for Treize's entrance, but presently Treize posed no threat and he allowed the contact. The warmth of the man behind him was a bonus too.

Wufei held still when Treize leaned down, their faces level with one another, and said quietly, "Perhaps we should have put out that candle."

Even Wufei chuckled in amusement at the poor candle, a goopy remnant of the pillar it had been quite a while ago. "That's your problem," he replied. Together they watched the flame lessen until it had nowhere to go and snuffed out, smoke mingling with the scent of roses that now hung in the room like a tangible thing. With the moment over, Wufei reached again to the chair for the rest of his clothing, and Treize slid away from him. //I still need an answer.// In reality, it couldn't end like this, on so light a note. Wufei picked up the tie off of the floor and began to yank his hair back into place.

"So do you regret weakening yourself and being locked away?" He carefully made sure that his voice dripped with a righteously loathing tone.

"No," Treize intoned softly, staring off into space, "I do on regret abdicating my position. I regret abandoning the fight."

"Oh." Wufei paused.

"You can't have your cake and eat it too, so the old saying goes." The OZ officer shrugged off ineffectually, trying to smile.

"You are not over," Wufei said over his shoulder as he walked across the room to pick up his katana by the door.

Treize followed behind him to cancel the room's alarm, saying, "On your left you will come to a coded exit that leads to the compound's garage. Enter nine eight two seven two on the key pad and watch the camera in the ceiling. If you climb from a window, the landscaping outside will cover you."

Wufei was surprised by the tip. Unsure of what to say, he wrapped his free hand around Treize's neck and brought him down for a kiss. Soft and a bit too long. They broke apart, but before Treize could straighten up, Wufei kissed his forehead. Almost a conciliatory gesture. "I will battle you later. And I will win."

"I know."

Wufei had hoped Treize would not say something like that. He slipped out of the room, thinking to himself as he left. //So similar, you and the sun Treize. You rise up and blaze your path across the sky, but with the approach of the moon and its false shine, you willingly sink beneath the horizon. But I know you Treize, and you will rise again, just like the sun...//

//...But even the sun burns out in a massive explosion.// And now the glow of Wufei's candle took its place in the darkness. Not for long. It burned out on the table as another sun rose unrelentingly through the blinds on the window. He had hoped that morning would not come and he could keep the memory for just a tad longer. Of course he could not do that, just as he could not lose again. But if there was one more thing he could not do, no matter how he tried, Wufei could not bring himself to regret.

* See Blind Target, page twenty three.

**Operation Daybreak was the code name of Treize's coup de etat when he manipulated the pilots, namely Heero, into destroying the jet filled with the Alliance peacemakers. Then Wufei arrived on the battlefield in the first "group meeting" of the Gundam Pilots, and he explained what just happened. Episode seven.