Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Sugar & Whips ❯ Chapter 27 ( Chapter 27 )

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Sugar and Whips

Part 27

 

The sun was already beginning to set when the sound of the front door being unlocked caused Zechs to raise his head. He closed the book he had been reading and set it down on the low couch table. With a long yawn he stretched and rose to his feet. The door opened and he could hear footsteps in the hall.

“Welcome home, Master.”

“Are you alone?”

“Yes, Max went home already,” Zechs replied as he stepped out of the drawing room. “Dinner is ready; he showed me how to keep it warm. Are you hungry, Master?”

“Starving.” The duke slipped off his coat and handed it to the younger man.

“I'll dish up then.” Zechs put the garment on one of the hangers in the hall closet before disappearing into the kitchen, while his master went upstairs to wash up.

By the time Treize returned a large covered tureen, a bowl of crisp salad with cheese and walnuts as well as a bread basket were sitting on the table, and the younger man was just lighting the candles. As they settled down across from one another, Zechs suddenly noticed that it was a lot quieter than usual. Normally they would eat together with Quatre and Trowa; almost like a family of sorts.

“What's wrong?” The duke asked as he put his napkin into his lap.

“Nothing,” Zechs shook his head. “I just realized that this is the first time that you and I are eating dinner alone.”

“Does it bother you?”

“Not really. I was just wondering what Trowa and Quatre might be doing.”

“Right now…” Treize checked his watch. “They should be on their way to Monaco.”

“Monaco?”

“Yes, that's right. The four of them, Heero and Duo included, decided to take a little weekend vacation as well,” the duke explained as he ladled some of the thick, beefy stew from the tureen onto his plate. “And Monte Carlo is, after all, still the finest place for gambling. But enough about them; how was your day?”

“Not bad. I met Doctor Po.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes, she came by to see if she could borrow some easels. Max told her it was alright.” Zechs reached for a piece of fresh and warm bread as he waited for his master to finish filling his plate.

“I see; did she say anything else?”

“Umm… she mentioned that you have an appointment with her tomorrow morning. And she would like me to come along so that I can give permission for her to access my sister's medical files. Master, why didn't you tell me about the clinic and all this before?”

Treize looked at the younger man for a long moment, then gave an amused huff. “I was going to, but…” he said. “That day when you came bursting into my study like a bull into the china store, you made it pretty clear that there was nothing between us to discuss but business.”

“Alright, point taken. I apologize. By the way, you said you met my sister quite by accident at first. However, you told Doctor Po that Relena is friends with a cousin of yours. Which is it?”

“One doesn't necessarily cancel out the other, now does it?” The duke took a big spoonful of his stew and closed his eyes in delight. “Lilly's cocking. You know, they say you can never go back. But that's not quite true. One bite of this takes me right back to my childhood.”

Is he stalling or just trying to annoy me? Zechs scowled. “Master, I thought we were talking about my sister,” he reminded the other man.

“Very well, if you must know. I went to a family function one day…”

“A family function?”

“Yes, occasionally I have no choice to attend them if I like it or not.” The duke shrugged. “And now stop interrupting me, if you ever want to hear the whole story.”

“Sorry.”

“Anyway… There I saw a painting and I recognized the style immediately. However, I was surprised because I could have sworn that I knew each and every picture my mother ever drew. What surprised me even more was when my cousin Dorothy told me the painting was done by one of her friends, Relena Peacecraft…”

“Dorothy, as in Dorothy Catalonia?” Zechs could not stop himself from jumping in again. “You two are cousins?” Well at least that explains part of her personality.

“Twice removed, but yes we are. May I go on?”

“Umm… yes, sorry Master.”

“I was curious, so a couple weeks later when Dorothy needed a ride home from the hospital after visiting Relena I picked her up. I only was able to get a look at your sister from afar; I don't think she even noticed me in the car. That was about the same time when I acquired you, and it was not until a week or so later when Heero completed his background investigation on you, that I realized the two of you are siblings. But I assure you my going to visit your sister at the clinic still had nothing to do with you. I simply was curious to see more of her work. Quite frankly I have never met anyone who seemed to understand my mother's paintings like she does. The fact that you lied and told her that I was an art dealer, made things only easier for me. And that's all there is to it.”

“Are you telling me that your decision to talk to Dr. Po and try to get Relena treated at the Wiesenheim clinic has nothing to do with me either?” Zechs eyed the older man suspiciously.

“Would it be a huge blow to your ego is I said no?” Treize dabbed his mouth with his napkin and picked up his wineglass. “Dorothy asked me to look into it. She knows that I'm a big supporter of the Wiesenheim clinic and probably figured that Dr. Po wouldn't refuse the request if it came from me.” He took a sip of wine, rolled it over his tongue and raised one eyebrow. “Who choose this wine for dinner?”

“I did, why? Is something wrong?”

“No, I like it. But it's not exactly the kind you would usually pair with a stew; Max wouldn't have made a mistake like that.”

“Well I'm sorry if I'm not as sophisticated as you'd like me to be.” Zechs sulked. “Perhaps I can ask Max to give me a few pointers tomorrow, since he seems to know everything.” He was just trying to be sarcastic, but the duke did not even blink.

“I think that's an excellent idea. And I'm sure Max would be delighted to pass on some of that knowledge to you.” Treize put down his napkin and refilled his wine glass. “I'll take this with me into the garden. When you are done with the dishes draw me a bath, I'd like to turn in early tonight.”

“Yes, Master. As you wish.”

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“Will you still need me, Master?” Zechs had waited for the duke to settle down in the bathtub and relax. He didn't see what else he could do for him now.

But apparently, he was wrong. Treize slowly opened one of his eyes and extended his hand. “Yes, come here, Zechs. My neck feels stiff; see what you can do about that.”

“As you wish.” The young man knelt down next to the large porcelain tub and put his hands on his master's firm shoulders. With the tips of his thumbs he slowly massaged the sides of the duke's necks, right and left of the spinal cord. “How is that?”

“Excellent,” Treize purred as he closed his eyes in delight. “You really are getting better at this.”

“Thank you, Master. I had Quatre give me a few tips.”

“Ah, good. I'll have to take advantage of it more often. Now a little deeper, please, but not quite as strong. I'd prefer to keep my neck in one piece.”

With a silent snort Zechs complied. “As you wish, Master.”

“By the way, I was wondering… what happened to your luggage? I didn't see it in the bedroom.”

“It's in the guest room next door. That's the room Max showed me to, so I assumed that's where I was going to stay.”

“Is that so?” A smirk tugged at the corners of the duke's mouth as he leaned his head back and looked up at his pet. “I suppose Max doesn't know everything, after all. Does he? I want you in the master bedroom.”

“Alright, I'll move my bag.”

Treize settled back and closed his eyes again, and Zechs continued his massage until the master stopped him.

“That's enough for now.”

“Anything else?”

“No, that's it.” the older man told him. “You can get ready for bed, but don't go to sleep yet. We still have to take care of something.”

“Something to take care of?” the blond echoed.

“You may leave,” Treize simply told him.

“Yes, Master,” Zechs knew better than to push it.

 

#

By the time the master finally stepped out of the bathroom Zechs was laying on the wide, king-size bed, dressed only in a pair of black silk boxers.

“Zechs!” There was something in his firm voice that instantly set off warning bells in the young man's brain. “In the smaller one of my traveling bags… bring me my crop. I really don't like to put off punishment, but I figure you'd prefer this over me whipping you aboard the jet or while Max is around.”

The blond swallowed. I guess in some twisted way I should be grateful. “Thank you, Master,” he pressed through his teeth as he rose from the bed to carry out the master's order. As he opened the suitcase he could see the black leather crop sitting right on top.

Treize accepted it with a curt nod. “Take off your pants and kneel down in front of the bed.”

Zechs hesitated.

“Unless of course you would rather like me to out you over my knee,” the master added sharply.

“I think, I'd prefer the bed.” The younger man slipped off his boxers, took a deep breath and kneeled down.

“Lean forward,” the duke ordered. “I assume you know why you are being punished?”

I have a pretty good idea. “Yes, Master.”

“Good. If I give you an order I expect you to carry it out without embarrassing me in front of my guests. Twenty lashes, I think will help you remember that for the next time. Count for me.”

Zechs bit his lips as the crop came down on his bare rump with force. “One,” he mumbled.

“Louder! I can't hear you,” his master demanded. “If I can't hear you it doesn't count.”

The next time Treize aimed for his right buttock and after that the crop crossed the welt left by the previous blow.

“ONE… TWO…”

Zechs hissed when the master traced the red mark with the tip of his crop before striking him again.

“THREE…”

After ten lashes the young man could taste blood on his lips. His fingers dug into the soft white sheets.

“You can cry out if you must, it doesn't make you any less of a man.”

The next blow caught Zechs off-guard and he moaned. “Eleven…”

Treize shook his head. “You are just too willful for your own good.”

As though trying to proof his master right, the young grinded his teeth but stubbornly remained silent while he took his punishment.

“…Twenty.” Exhausted Zechs collapsed onto the bed and closed his eyes.

“You did well, my pet” the duke praised, as he tossed the crop onto a nearby chair then bend down to place a soft kiss onto his pet's neck. “But remember, next time I will not be so lenient. You really need to start thinking about the consequences of your actions BEFORE you do something.” He ran his fingers through the long silvery hair. “Lie down on the bed. I'll get some balm for those welts.”

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“Are you pouting?”

“No.” Zechs was laying on his stomach in the center of the king size bed, still not wearing as much as a stitch of clothing, when the master walked back into the bedroom.

“Good, because you have absolute no reason.” The mattress moved slightly as the older man settled down on the edge of the bed. His fingertips ghosted over the slowly fading marks left by his crop on those otherwise flawless buttocks. “You only brought this on yourself.”

Treize opened the jar with the ointment, and put the lid down on the nightstand next to him. As he dipped his fingertips into the cool gel he warned: “This will sting a bit.”

Zechs bit his lower lip. In spite of the warning he could not stop himself from moaning.

“Did you think I was going to let you get away with something as insolent as having sex with another man, without my permission…under my roof?”

The duke gently worked the soothing ointment into the heated skin.

“Not really?” the younger man admitted.

“Then why did you do it?” his master wanted to know. “Turn your head; I want to see your face when I talk to you.”

“It hurts,” Zechs hissed when the older man touched one especially nasty bruise.

“The gel will start to numb the pain soon. Now, tell me why.” Treize's voice was demanding but at the same time gentle, as he reached out to brush a few strands of long silvers hair out of his pet's face.

The younger man sighed inwardly. Obviously, there was no way around it. “I was angry…no frustrated. You hardly had spoken to me in nearly two weeks, barely even acknowledged my existence, even if we were sitting next to one another at the table. For god sake, I was sleeping nude in the same bed as you, and you didn't even touch me. I had to get your attention somehow.”

The duke shook his head as he looked down at his pet. “Did you ever consider that I was just waiting for you to come and talk to me?”

Zechs did not answer. Once again he bit his lower lips. It never ceased to amaze him how the master's hands could be so rough when dealing out punishment, and then so very gentle at the next moment. The pain he could take; those tender touches however, were much more difficult to deal with.

“Master, please stop.”

“Hush! You need to give it a little time. You will feel better soon.”

“That's not it.” Zechs replied quietly. Gosh, this is o embarrassing.

“Oh?!” Treize raised one eyebrow in a mixture of surprise and amusement as he suddenly understood the real reason for his pet's `discomfort'. “I was not really planning on turning this into a pleasure session, but perhaps you do deserve a little slack.”

One of his hands snaked between the sheets and Zechs' body. Soft fingertips brushed against the young man's quickly hardening shaft. “Have you always been this sensitive?”

The blonde's cheeks were stained crimson red. “Please Master, you don't have to…”

“No?” the duke asked. “Are you planning on going to sleep like this? Or perhaps you prefer to do it yourself.” He pulled his hand away slightly. “Go right ahead. I won't stop you.”

Zechs swallowed. The color in his face only intensified.

“I'll take that as a no. Then, I shall take care of it for you.”

The younger man gasped as Treize touched him again. And the worst part is, I really want him to do it…

The master cupped his balls, squeezing them gently while his thumb massaged the velvety, soft skin at the base of his manhood. Instinctively Zechs pressed against that hand and started to move his hips.

The duke clicked his tongue disapprovingly. “Patience, my little pet, patience. I will give you what you desire, but there is no need to rush.”

Zechs gave a frustrated grunt and his master chuckled quietly. “I suppose it is too much to ask for you to turn over, but at least spread your legs for me.”

The blond complied, even as he felt another wave of embarrassment wash over him.

The master's hand felt cool and soothing against his heated skin as he circled his rigid shaft. Treize's thumb brushed gently over the mushroom shaped tip, teasing it into releasing a few drops of pre-cum which he used as lubricant when he slowly started to move his hand up and down that length. As his speed increased Zechs body tensed at the effort not to tumble over the edge. It had been so long since the other man had touched him like that, he wanted to make it last. But it was not easy. His hands buried themselves into the sheets beneath him; his breath came in quick, shallow pants.

Treize smiled softly as he watched his pet squirm and moan under his talented touches. I wish you would understand that you can have this and more… more pleasure than you can imagine, in return for your submission.

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“Master?!”

After washing his hands in the bathroom, Treize had changed into his pajamas and stretched out on the bed next to his pet.

“Yes?”

“Why didn't you ever tell me about your family?” Zechs raised his head and looked at the older man.

“Why didn't you ever ask?”

“I don't know. Somehow I am never sure how far I can go and what I can ask you without stepping over the line.”

“Trust me, if you cross the line, I'll let you know.”

“With your crop?”

The duke's expression changed. For a brief moment he almost looked hurt. Then he sighed. “Have I ever disciplined you without a good reason? I usually give you at least two or three warnings, which is more than most masters would. But the problem is that you become so hotheaded that you don't even notice them.”

Zechs turned his head and didn't answer. His master reached out, put his fingertips under the young man's chin and lifted his head. “Do you really think I enjoy punishing you?”

“Maybe.”

A wave of sadness crossed Treize's face as he released his pet. “You really haven't learned anything yet, have you?” he sighed. “A master slave relationship is not about punishment, Zechs. It's about control. I would much rather reward you obeying my orders then discipline you for defying me,” he spoke softly. “Have you never noticed how happy Trowa and Quatre are? I hope someday, you will understand.” He reached out to embrace the younger man and pull him against his chest. One of his hands ghosted over Zechs back, moved deeper and brushed over his buttocks. “Does it still hurt?”

“No.” Zechs shook his head.

“Go to sleep then. Good night.”

“Good night, Master.”

 

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