Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Bath, or an Exercise in Trust ❯ The Bath or an Exercise in Trust ( One-Shot )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

The Bath or anExercise inTrust

By Michalyn

Standard disclaimers apply. I don't own Gundam Wing or its bishounen, nor am I making any monetary profit from this fic whatsoever.
Rating: NC 17 General Warnings: PWP-ish, yaoi, Teize/Wu sappiness, lemony-ness and minorangst

Treize led a protesting Wufei into their shared bathroom.

"This really isn't necessary, Treize," Wufei grumbled, only resisting a little as he was dragged from their bedroom into the adjoining room. The bathwater had already been drawn, and tendrils of steam misted and curled upwards, leaving the bare tile beneath their feet warm. Instead of the usual clinical brightness of fluorescent lighting, the soft aura of candlelight bathed the room. The air was aromatic with the scent of beeswax, rose and vanilla and pleasantly humid--just enough to warm naked skin, but not yet oppressive. The tapers arranged on the nearby counter and around the cool lip of the tub lent an almost temple-like atmosphere and Wufei, touched by the obvious care Treize had taken in his preparations, had to admit that it was all quite beautiful.

Treize captured Wufei's lips in a brief but tender kiss. "Shhh," he murmured, his hands moving to Wufei's waist to unclasp the robe that matched his own. "Just trust me."

Wufei's eyes, which had fluttered closed as he melted into the sweetness of Treize's kiss, opened warily. There he went using that word again. It was what had gotten him into this situation in the first place.

o-o-o

Three Days Earlier

Treize and Wufei were sprawled before the television, not really watching, just letting its hum lull them into sweet lassitude. Wufei rested bonelessly against his lover's broad chest, utterly comfortable and undeniably content. The warmth of Treize's chest at his back, and the steady rhythm of his breathing were just enough to make him forget all other distractions. Wufei's eyelids drooped and he drifted in a pleasnt, dreamlike state between sleep and wakefulness. Sight and sound merged into a single tide of fuzzy sensation, ebbing and separating into distinct sensory layers, only to flow into each other again. Wufei's lids drooped lower.

Treize rested his chin atop Wufei's head and his thumbs lazily traced the curve of Wufei's arm. His Dragon's drowsy weight against him and the intimate press of their bodies were perfect. Treize's arms tightened around his Wufei, drawing him closer. "Perfect," he murmured, nuzzling Wufei's hair.

The word registered through Wufei's half daze and he smiled, rubbing his cheek against Treize's chest. The gesture was so catlike Treize couldn't help but chuckle. "And to think I have a whole lifetime to cherish you," he laughed.

Though given to simply enjoying the sublime moments instead of translating them into words, being the idealist that he was, Treize was admittedly wont on occasion to philosophizing over these happier times. In fact, it was a trait Wufei recognized as his own. However, recognizing his proclivities in his lover could not prevent the surge of panic he felt at Treize's words. It was too soon after the uncertainties of war and the torment of a love torn between opposing sides. Even as the rational part of Wufei ridiculed the notion, the other part of him -- the part of him that was falling more and more in love with Treize everyday -- thought to even speak of their happiness was tempting whatever gods that might exist, to steal it away from them.

Most days it was an argument the rational side lost. How could it win when everything in Wufei's life defied all reason: Meiran's death, him finding love in the arms of the man he once saw as her murderer and his enemy, and then that very love lost in a lightning-fast thrust of his dragon fang, only to have Treize survive the terrible blast and return to his arms? All of it, every single moment of it mocked the slightest existence of reason.

So he really wasn't to blame was he, for that part of himself that woke up every morning expecting to discover it had all been a cruel jest and that he was once again Chang Wufei, fierce descendant of the extinct Dragon clan, advocate of ever-elusive justice and inconsolably alone. Sometimes Wufei was so terribly afraid, afraid especially of loving too much only to lose it all again. And so, Wufei couldn't help tensing at Treize's loving words.

Treize noticed the stiffness radiating along Wufei's spine and he sighed, shifting the younger man in his arms so he could see his face. Grasping Wufei's fingers, Treize held his palm against his heart. He smiled. "I'm not going anywhere, you know."

Wufei snatched his hand away as though he had been burned. He pulled away from the cradle of Treize's arms. His shoulders rose defensively. "I don't know what you're talking about!"

Ah Dragon.

Treize drew Wufei into his arms once more, turning his face towards him when Wufei looked away. "It's okay to be afraid, Dragon." He laughed bitterly. "Ironic that we've risked everything in war to eliminate that very thing, and yet here we are … still tormented by fear. I refuse to let that be our legacy. I wake up every day afraid that something will take you away from me, but for that very reason, I have to believe it isn't worth holding back any of the love I feel for you because of fear. I refuse to hold back. Not one smile..." Treize nipped Wufei's chin playfully, "Or one scowl... Dragon, if I were to lose you tomorrow I would not want to have any regrets."

By then, much to his chagrin, Wufei found he could not control the tears spilling onto his cheeks. Treize sipped the salty moisture, holding his beloved close. His own voice was gruff with emotion when he spoke.

"Promise me that you won't let fear keep you from being happy."

Wufei nodded, reaching up to kiss Treize. Their mouths mated, the exchange quickly changing from the tender rhythms of comfort to the frantic pulse of desire. Never breaking the kiss, Treize stood with Wufei in his arms. Easily supporting the slight figure in his arms, he led them into the bedroom, needing to tell Wufei of his love with more than mere words. Their lovemaking was tender and wild all at once. Later, they lay in the quiet circle of each other's arms, talking and laughing about all the silly mundane things they had come to enjoy.

Wufei had never felt more at peace.

o-o-o

And now here they were. Wufei had somehow allowed Treize to convince him that what they needed was some time alone together to get over their fear of losing each other. 'An exercise in trust' Treize had jokingly called it. Wufei still wasn't sure he was convinced, though heat rose in cheeks as he recalled how receptive he had been to any suggestions after the wonderful things Treize had done to him in his endeavor to persuade him. Yet, Wufei still could not see how a bath would accomplish anything.

Treize pushed Wufei's robe off his shoulders, and it fell to the floor, pooling around Wufei's ankles. He admired the lithe form bared to his gaze, then bent to kiss Wufei's throat, mouthing the pulse throbbing beneath his lips. Wufei's nipples had drawn into into tight, little buds and when Treize's fingers skimmed them, the younger man's entire body jerked in Treize's hands.

So he did it again.

Wufei moaned, his head lolling against Treize's arm.

Treize smiled. He drew away to add rose oil and a dollop of bubble bath to the water. Guiding Wufei to thetub, he waited as the younger man stepped in and reclined until he was almost completely submerged under the bubbles. Treize sat on the rim, gazing into Wufei's eyes.

Now they could begin.

Treize held Wufei in his gaze. Anticipation hummed through him as his eyes devoured his lover's exotic beauty: the unbound mass of Wufei's hair falling in waves around his face ... the long, almond-shaped eyes surrounded by the thick fringe of lashes ... soft sable and sleek gold beckoning his caress. Exotic, yes. Wufei was like a lush, wild garden, concealed by austere golden gates, asecret, sensuous beauty to which only he had been given the key. Tonight, Treize's would sip every one of his Dragon's secrets.

With a reverence reserved for that which is precious, Treize tilted Wufei's face up, a palm cupping each cheek as he worshipped the soft bloom of Wufei's mouth with lips and teeth and tongue. He explored the moist cavern, tilting Wufei's head further backwards, hungry for more of the sweet nectar that exploded across his lips as Wufei's tongue mated lovingly with his own. Treize trailed kisses along Wufei's jaw, and suckled on the skin of his throat before releasing him to retrieve the washcloth.

Abandoning his robe, he joined Wufei in the foamy bath. The tub was large enough to comfortably accommodate them both and then some. In Treize's mind, little else compared to the joys of a luxuriant bath, unless of course they were the joys of a shared bath. His hands were gentle as he caressed Wufei's deeply arched feet, supple calves and thighs. A sigh whispered past Wufei's lips and he sank lower in the tub, surrendering to Treize's touch. Treize's explorations were tender and thorough. He wanted to discover every hidden detail, wanted to commit every delicious nuance of Wufei's body to memory. No part was to escape his careful adoration. His hands massaged and caressed, the nubby rag rough against Wufei's skin as he danced the tightrope between efficiency and blatant arousal.

To Wufei, Treize was like a god in the candlelight. His eyes were riveted to Treize's broad shoulders and sleekly muscled torso, to the obvious power lying quiescent beneath velvet skin. Treize was beautiful to Wufei in ways he could not even begin to express. It was a beauty that was familiar and new all at once, like their passion when they made love, expected and yet shocking in its intensity every time they joined.

Treize's eyes gleamed with unspoken emotion and his hair glittered golden fire as he dipped his head to kiss the line of a previously unseen scar on Wufei's arm. "What act of mischief earned you this little prize?" he asked, underlining his words with the wet lick of his tongue. The pleasant rumble of his voice against Wufei's skin sent tremors up the limb Treize held in his grasp and through the rest of his body. Wufei struggled to make sense of that mesmerizing voice through his haze of pleasure.

"Hmm? Ah … a childhood accident. I scraped my arm when I fell trying to get a book from the topmost shelf."

Treize chuckled. "Ever the fearless scholar, eh Dragon?"

"Humph." Wufei pretended affront at the teasing tone. He raised his chin defiantly and Treize''s eyes danced with mirth.

"Truly I meant no offense, mein feuer. Allow me to apologize." Holding Wufei's gaze, Treize's lips covered the tiny scar. He suckled on the delicate flesh, the moist pressures of his mouth leaving Wufei gasping. When Treize lifted his head, Wufei was drawing short, shallow breaths.

"Ap...Apology accepted."

Treize growled, pulling Wufei forward and their mouths clashed again.

And so it continued. Each new discovery was rewarded with a caress and the story of its origin coaxed from Wufei until he began to offer them freely. He could tell when Treize stumbled upon new territory, some tiny mark or crease that had escaped his attention, from the throaty sound of pleasure he made as he traced it with fingers, lips or tongue--or all three. Every childhood scar, every souvenir of battle was worshipped, and in the process, Wufei found that Treize was literally laying everything bare, wordlessly making him offer up his secrets, all those little experiences guarded not so much for their intrinsic value, but because they stirred up some memory that was unknown to anyone but himself.

Wufei soon found his own hands wandering and caressing over Treize's tanned skin. It soon turned into a beautiful, poignant exchange--experience for experience, caress for caress, until nothing remained hidden between them.

This had been an unspoken challenge of sorts between them and Chang Wufei was not known to back away from a challenge, implicit or otherwise. Yet, he only now understood the significance of Treize's "exercise". This was unbelievably intimate. He felt exposed to Treize's gaze in a way he had never felt before, not even when they made love. Instinctively he wanted to pull away, to escape the soft, insistent pressures of his lover's hands that made him feel desired and cherished and infinitely vulnerable, but his love for Treize, and yes, the unspoken trust now strengthened between them, assured Wufei that his love would only protect him when he lay vulnerable before Treize as he did now and as he too protected Treize, who had bared all to him tonight.

All that was left now was the passionate union they knew so well.

Wufei's arms snaked around Treize's neck, drawing him closer. The vital warmth of the older man's body drew him like a magnet and he surrendered willingly to the sensual lure, nibbling softly at the sensuous bow of Treize's mouth. Wufei's strong white teeth captured Treize's slick lower lip. He pulled gently, reveling in the surprised exhalation gusting past Treize's lips that quickly deepened into a pleasurable moan. Those warm, muscled arms tightened around him, as eager to savor Wufei's heat as Wufei was to savor Treize's.

Wufei released the soft flesh in a slow sensuous movement that was as much a caress as the wet rasp of his tongue tracing the sensitive rim of Treize's mouth. Hotly, delicately, he followed the soft indentation of Treize's upper lip, and then stole into the hot cavern of his mouth.

Treize groaned. Clasping the back of Wufei's neck almost roughly, he devoured Wufei's mouth. He plundered the soft recess, nibbling, suckling, even tracing Wufei's soft, ridged, palate, the slick thrust and retreat of his tongue telling Wufei of his desire. Wufei's answering moan and the hard proof of his lust against Treize's belly sent shudders rippling through him.

Treize pulled away, leaving a glistening silver stream of saliva stretching between their parted mouths. Wufei's hands were still helplessly clenched around the older man's torso, and there was a dazed, almost bemused expression on his face. He was panting softly.

Gradually, Wufei released Treize. His fingers ghosted over his lips, savoring the taste of his lover that lingered there as though their mouths were still hotly mated. Wufei whimpered. It wasn't nearly enough. His finger dragged across his lips again before disappearing into his mouth.

Treize's eyes darkened, and an animalistic growl escaped him at the sight of that slender finger disappearing between Wufei's, kiss-swollen lips.

Wufei looked up at the feral utterance and sapphire eyes locked with midnight. Desire, hot and primal flared between them. A slow heat curled in his groin, and Wufei moaned and his hips undulated slowly, sensuously. A helpless litany fell from his lips.

"Tr...Treize!"

Wufei gave a startled sound, clutching Treize's shoulders as without warning his world shifted and he found himself being carried out of the room. Treize lowered Wufei onto the bed, heedless of their wetness and the expensive silk sheets. He hovered over Wufei, broad shoulders eclipsing the light as he crawled up Wufei's body with predatory grace. The older man's skin was slick with water and the rich sheen of desire. The sculpted perfection of Treize's chest and the corded strength of his arms supporting himself above Wufei rippled sinuously with muscle as he moved forward. A taut nipple hovered just within reach, and supporting himself on his elbows, Wufei suckled on the delicate morsel, chuckling when he felt the tremors that raced along Treize's arms. He bit down lightly, and Treize gasped.

Wufei moved to worship the other nipple with the same fervor, but Treize withdrew, pushing Wufei back against the pillows instead. A long finger rested across Wufei's lips to silence his protests. "Our lesson isn't over yet my, Fiery Rose." Treize purred

Wufei's eyes narrowed suspiciously even as he allowed Treize to lower him back against the pillows. He raised an eyebrow "Rose?" Wufei inquired his tone almost accusatory as he bristled at the imagined feminine allusion.

Amusement shimmered in Treize's eyes at his lover's serious expression. Only his Dragon could analyze something uttered in the heat of passion.

"Of course," he murmured against the skin of Wufei's neck. He nuzzled the soft hollow beneath Wufei's ear where the fragrance of soap, skin and desire mingled intimately. He kissed it softly, lingeringly. "Mmm …you are exquisite."

Wufei gasped , head lolling to the side as he surrendered to magic of Treize's touch.

"Beautiful." Treize massaged the silken joint of Wufei's r shoulder, murmuring appreciatively as he lingered. He studied Wufei's expression: passion, and the fading traces of his indignation furrowing his brow. A slow smile curved Treize's lips as he traced the tiny furrow. "Prickly."

He grinned as the furrow transformed into an adorably sulky scowl (just the reaction he'd been after)and Treize knew just how to manipulate that response as well. Watching Wufei, his hands straying to his love's chest, he captured a dusky nipple between thumb and forefinger, shaping it upright with light, teasing motions. Treize waited and watched. Watched, as the delicate features slackened, the lids of those pretty eyes became weighted, the small, lush mouth forming a surprised "O" as Wufei arched into his caress. Treize rolled the velvet nubbin between his finger tips, plucking the turgid bud into a quivering peak of sensation.

Wufei moaned, as pleasure burst and expanded, sending streamers of sensation straight to his groin. Treize's fingers lingered, seeking the bud's partner and doubling the pleasure. Wufei whimpered, his hands clenching in the sheets and his hips shifting restlessly beneath Treize.

Loathe to abandon the pebbly buds that were his Dragon's weakness, Treize continued the torment. The pulsing ache in his groin grew as he drew more delicious, passionate sounds from Wufei. Like a finely tuned harp, each pluck of his fingers quivered along the dark beauty's nerve endings, drawing forth the sweet, sweet melody of his desire. The soft heat of Treize' mouth surrounded each nubbin in turn and a deep groan worked its way past Wufei's throat and his fingers grabbed painfully at Treize's hair.

Wufei was lost in a swirl of sensation, the rough suction of Treize's mouth erasing everything but hot, wet, torment, and the crazy ache of arousal. Treize roamed the lithe musculature of the Wufei's body while his lips burned a path from his lover's chest to his groin. He buried his face in the rough silk of the midnight nest above Wufei's sex, infusing his senses with the heady aphrodisiac of the boy's fragrance--heady spice and hot musk more exotic than the perfume of any flower. Treize inhaled raggedly, blood pulsing feverishly in his distended flesh. "Ahh Gott," he groaned, "I love the way you smell."

Treize's soft words melted Wufei, inflamed him, and the color blooming rapidly beneath his skin had nothing to do with embarrassment and everything to do with desire. Treize was stoking the flames of his passion with his touch and with his words and Wufei surrendered helplessly to the burning that was a live, all-consuming thing, searing his nerve endings and hardening his already engorged flesh.

Wufei's erection, hot, flushed and weeping, jutted from the sable nest beneath Treize's fingers. He lapped the glistening pearls beading the corona of Wufei's desire, groaning as the languorous movement wrung a desperate moan from the slender beauty beneath him . Shudders shook the small frame and Wufei's hips snapped upwards as he tried desperately to fulfill the desire Treize was not yet ready to abate. Treize tasted Wufei again and moaned.

"The way you taste..." he shuddered, "hot ... sweet … delicious."

Spreading the slim, quivering thighs, Treize's head dropped to the soft, heavy sacs of Wufei's testicles. He suckled gently on the flaccid skin, skillfully keeping his young lover precariously hovered on the brink of release.

Wufei couldn't help the bowstring-taut drawing of his body, nor could he help the strangled moans and desperate cries for release that burst from his lips. Tears brimmed, spilling over his cheeks, as Treize deepened the delicious suction but still kept him ever so carefully balanced on the edge of completion. His hands of their own volition, sought his distended, length, but Treize swatted them away, holding them firmly at Wufei's sides. The small sound of disapproval he made around the mouthful of Wufei's delicate flesh wrenched a hoarse cry from Wufei. He could only writhe and moan as Treize devoured him.

By the time Treize lifted his head, Wufei was too lost in the haze of pleasure to realize that his hands had been freed. He lay against the pillows, quivering, trembling, trying to still the clamoring of his body.

Treize's grasped Wufei's hips, lifting and spreading him. Parting the soft cheeks cupped lovingly in his hands, Treize bared the delicate pucker nestled between the firm globes: a tiny rose, its heart deeply flushed and hotter than all his dreams. He teased the sensitive rim with fingers and then tongue, savoring the convulsive clenching of the sphincter and the rhythmic tightening and relaxing of Wufei's legs on his shoulders, when he tasted his young lover smoothly and deeply.

"Treize," Wufei gasped, "Please ... please!"

Another smooth stroke of that tongue...

"Nnnn--ah! Stop ... I ... need ..."

Finally, Treize decided to grant his lover's impassioned requests. He had reached the limits of his own control as well, and could no more stand the torture than Wufei. Lowering Wufei's legs from his shoulders, he spared a brief moment to lubricate his aching length before positioning himself between Wufei's legs.

The next moment Treize found himself deftly flipped onto his back with Wufei straddling his hips.

"Kisama." Wufei captured Treize's lips with brusing force. He raised himself up, knees bent on either side of Treize's torso, his hands pressing against his lover's broad chest as he impaled himself on Treize's thick shaft. The fit was snug, the penetration deep, and they both cried out at the intensity of it. Treize, from the tight stroking of Wufei's hot sheath and Wufei from the insane pain-pleasure of being so incredibly filled, and the smooth stroking of Treize's length against that sensitive cluster of nerves that sent fire dancing through his brain. Wufei raised his hips high, slamming them back down in a frenzied motion as Treize roughly stroked his arousal trapped between their bodies.

Again, and again and again, up and down, Treize's hips lifting to match his own and still he couldn't get close enough. A wild, frustrated cry burst from Wufei's lips, his rhythm splintering into short, frenzied, movements as he tried to grasp the shimmering rainbow of completion that hung so near. Then, Treize was controlling the pace, gripping his hips with bruising force, unerringly hitting that place inside of Wufei that sent his senses spiraling. They exploded together, and the climax was deep and wonderful and violent leaving Wufei spilled exhaustedly over Treize's chest.

Wufei kissed his lover, murmuring appreciatively against Treize's lips as the larger man drew him even closer. Cupping the golden-roughness of Treize's jaw, he looked deeply into Treize's eyes--eyes he sometimes feared saw too much, but no longer after tonight. His words were simple, and yet they expressed the depth of Wufei's appreciation for Treize's "special lesson" and his appreciation and his deep love for the man himself:

"Thank you."

They lapsed into a thoughtful silence, with Wufei sprawled on top of Treize in a puddle of sleepy satisfaction,their bodies -- and hearts -- still intimately joined. Wufei shifted, wincing at a twinge of discomfort. He was definitely going to be sore tomorrow.

Noting his lover's discomfort, Treize clucked in sympathy as he gently separated their bodies.

"Sore?"

Wufei nodded, burying his face deeper in Treize's warm neck.

Wufei's thighs still straddled him, and Treize grinned mischievously. Tracing the shadowed cleft between the firm cheeks of Wufei's buttocks, he delighted in the gasp that fanned against his neck.

"Want me to kiss it and make it all better?" he whispered playfully, seductively, as a wet finger slowly circled the tender ring of muscle.

Wufei raised his head to look at those dancing sapphire eyes, even as he shuddered with pleasure. "No," he said softly, knowing what it would lead to. As much he'd like to, he already didn't think he'd be able to sit still as it was.

"Trust me.

End