Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Side of Angels ❯ Chapter 2
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
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Disclaimer: I own nothing!
Title: The Side of Angels
Pairing: 13x5 Treize/Wufei
Warning: Sex! Violence! Attempted Rape!
Big thanks to Jase who betaed this story.
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It was one fine summer day, the warm sunshine spreading golden rays through a cloudless blue sky, the air smelled of the sweetness of blossoming flowers, birds were singing, and the trees swayed in the gentle breeze.
Treize was enjoying his rare day off, he badly needed sometime away from the political intrigues and power struggles he always found himself engaged in. He had refused to take any escorts, content on walking around his favourite city by himself.
He felt underdressed without his OZ uniform, some days he was sure that he was born in that uniform. There were times he wondered if there was a Treize Khushrenada without the OZ General left.
But not today, today was too beautiful a day to spend in introspection, the only thing that could make this day better would be for a lover on his arms. Treize shook off the loneliness accompanied that thought.
His feet took him to Venus Square, as it was popularly called. The huge fountain with its layered water sprays surrounding the famed bronze statue of the Goddess of Love, rising from seashells. The sun reflecting off a rainbow of colours of the sprinkles of water, dozens of white doves gathered around the fountain.
It was peaceful here. It was not a favourite tourist spot, there was only one or two small tourists groups hanging around, taking pictures. A young Chinese boy had set up an easel and stool, and was busy doing sketches.
The boy was about sixteen years old, a small, slim body clad in a blue tank top and loose jeans, the wide leather belt pinching in the small waist. His long raven hair was tied back in a loose ponytail, but a few strings escaped confinement, brushing past his face. The sun shone on his naked arms, turning his skin into a golden colour, the pearl bracelet on his wrist glinted under the sunlight, calling attention to the small elegant hand.
Treize's eyes were caught by the sight. It was like seeing a character in a painting came alive.
The boy seemed to sense Treize's eyes. He turned his head and returned Treize's gaze. He had large, slanted eyes, the colour of the deepest night. When he smiled, it was just a little quirk at the corner of his lips, but the dark eyes warmed.
Treize was stunned, somewhere deep in his mind, he recognised those eyes and that smile, but the recognition was dreamlike, just out of touch. Then the boy turned back to his drawing, breaking the connection.
But Treize was already captivated. He settled down to watch the boy sketch, sure that there was no better way to pass time than watching this beautiful and mysterious boy.
The boy had set out a few of the sketches he had already done, despite the subject matter, being mostly portrait of stars, they showed a promising talent. Treize was quite surprised, he had not expected the quality of the boy's ability to march the quality of his looks.
"You know you would have more customers at the National Gallery," he remarked casually, still examining the drawings.
The boy shrugged, brushing the question aside, "I like the view here better," he turned towards Treize, "would you like to have your portrait done, Sir?"
"Treize, my name is Treize," Treize answered, seeing a touch of amusement flickered in the boy's eyes.
"I am Wufei, please to make your acquaintance," the boy extended his left hand towards Treize, his right one still holding the charcoal. It was a rather informal greeting, but Treize was oddly charmed by it.
Treize took the smaller hand in his, "The pleasure is all mine." He sat down on the stool in front of the boy, "and yes, I'd love to have my portrait done."
They didn't say anything more as Wufei settled down to do the portrait. The silence was laden with meaning, but Treize felt somehow inadequate to interpret it. The boy eyes were penetrating as they focused on him, it was as though Treize was being examined. It was rare for a stranger to affect him so much. Treize was intrigued.
After Wufei had finished the drawing, Treize stood up to examine the result. It was quite a good likeness, and the picture had a certain *flair*, although the artist seemed to be having some fun at Treize's expanse. Treize's eyes widened at the exaggerated forked eyebrows.
"Nice eyebrows," he remarked.
"That's the most flamboyant part of you," Wufei explained, "your eyes hide too much."
Treize's heart missed a beat at the reply. He examined the drawing more closely and saw what he had missed the first time, there, in the lines around his mouth, and the unrevealing calmness in his eyes, were the tension that was usually missed by everyone around him and the loneliness he refused to acknowledge.
It was almost uncomfortable, seeing so much of himself laid bare on paper.
"How much do I owe you?" Treize asked.
"Lunch," Wufei looked into his eyes, smiling that little half-smile again, "you owe me lunch."
Treize was surprised at the bold invitation, but didn't show it, "Of course, shall we leave now? It's almost 1:30. Would you like to pick a place?"
He had no idea what kind of restaurants were around here, generals, as a rule, did not make their own reservations.
Wufei didn't disappoint him, "I know this nice little restaurant just off the corner," he spoke as he began to pack up his easel, "you'll love it."
Wufei was right. It was a nice little restaurant, small and cosy and the food here was better than some state dinner Treize had in the past.
They talked all the way through lunch, from history to books to inconsequential little things. Wufei was intelligent and well informed, and he made an interesting conversationalist, even though his opinions were often more bluntly stated than Treize was used to. It was refreshing and… stimulating.
"I'm surprised to see you play the tourist. I always expected someone like you tied behind desk with paperwork," Wufei's voice broke Treize out of his reverie.
"You know who I am?" Treize asked, not really surprised.
"*Everyone* knows who you are, *General* Khushrenada," Wufei emphasised on his rank, a touch of mischief lighting his eyes, "Did you know you were voted world's second most eligible bachelor by Vogue?
"Indeed?" Treize exclaimed in mock affront, "Who was the first?" This was indeed news, he didn't known he was of interest to the vast female population who read that kind of publications.
"Milliard Peacecraft, of course," Wufei answered matter-of-factly, "he's a Prince."
The little gleam in those onyx eyes accompanied that pronouncement was decidedly wicked. Treize decided to play along, "Of course," he nodded solemnly, "much more appropriate than a simple military man."
Wufei tilted his head, considering him, a long sultry look from under his lashes, "There is nothing simple about you, Treize Khushrenada," he replied with a sweet smile.
Treize felt his pulse quickened at that look, "I'll take that as a compliment."
It had been some time since he flirted with someone, he found that he rather enjoyed it. "I didn't know aspiring young artists reads woman's magazines," he teased.
"I don't," Wufei rolled his eyes, a little pout forming on his face, "My best friend does. And she couldn't *resist* telling me everything in them."
Treize had to hide his smile at that adorable sight, "Such torture for one so young," he sympathised gravely, "I promise to never bother you with such drivel."
Wufei shot him a suspicious look that said he knew what Treize was thinking, this time Treize didn't even bother to hide his smile.
The lunch ended much too soon for Treize. He had enjoyed the boy's company immensely, but as Wufei looked out of the window, they saw the sun was hanging low on the sky.
"I should go. I want to get some more work done before losing the light," Wufei bent down to retrieve his pack.
Trieze was reluctant to see Wufei leave, but he stood up, "perhaps we can see each other again sometime?" With a start, he realised how much he wanted that to happen.
"I'd like that," Wufei beamed at him, reaching over to take hold of Treize's hand, opening up Treize's palm, writing down a number, "call me," he said, taking a step back, "or you can just come and watch me again."
Treize stared at his palm even after Wufei had walked out of the door; his skin still tingled at where the boy had touched him.
Wufei thought as he walked away from Treize Khushrenada.
He had expected taking up painting after abandoning it for years to be difficult, instead he found it liberating, like opening a part of himself again after years of denial. He felt like he could breath again.
The General wasn't bad company either, unlike many others he was forced to endure. Treize Khushrenad was charming and intelligent, and like Maxwell had said, quite sexy. It won't be difficult imagining being attracted to him.
Maybe this assignment won't be so bad after all.
When he called about dinner plans, Wufei had warned him, "You know the only thing I have to wear is leather jacket and jeans, right?"
"Don't worry about it," Treize promised, "I'll bring you a tie."
But after finishing the call, Treize realised the need of a tie or a restaurant that would seat a jeans-clad customer was the least of his problems. Because frankly, Treize couldn't remember the last time he went on a date. There just had been anyone who interested him in a long time.
Some hedonist he turned out to be.
Scrutinising himself in front of a mirror, Treize admitted he was nervous. He had just arranged a date with a sixteen years old, a sixteen years old who was blithely casual about this, for God's sake.
*He* was the experienced, sophisticated older man here after all.
Light loved Wufei, whether it was the bright sunlight of day or the warm candlelight at the dinner table in a fashionable restaurant, he looked beautiful even in his tattered jeans and Treize couldn't take his eyes off the boy.
"You're watching me," Wufei murmured as he took a small sip of his wine, sitting the glass down on the table, "tell me."
"Tell you what?" the candles flickered, bathing Wufei's face in a golden glow.
"What are you thinking," Wufei said softly, "when you're watching me," his dark eyes glittered like black jewels, watching him intently.
"That you're beautiful," Treize answered with the first thing on his mind. He caught the quick grimace across Wufei's features, "obviously you've heard that too often."
"Obviously," Wufei murmured, taking another sip of his wine, a long string of dark hair tumbled down from behind his ear. Treize caught the brief look of disgust and sadness in his eyes, before the long lashes flopping down hid them away.
"What would you prefer I said?" Treize asked, curious at the unexpected reaction.
Looking up again, Wufei's voice was a husky whisper, "I was hoping you would say, 'Wufei, I want to fuck you on this table.'" He leaned back bonelessly into his chair, body flexing with languid grace, and twirled a long string of dark hair around one slender finger, looking coyly under his dark lashes.
Treize almost choked on his wine, spluttering it out. It took a few moments for him to regain his composure, "I doubt the proprietor of this establishment would approve." Even though the heat in his groin was in *firm* agreement with the suggestion.
"Perhaps not, maybe if you say, 'Wufei, I want to fuck you on your squeaky little bed and keep your neighbours up half the night,' then he wouldn't mind?" This time the invitation in those dark eyes became even more definite.
"You enjoy being shocking, don't you?" Treize glared at the boy for being so provocative, torturing Treize in a restaurant full of people, where he couldn't do anything about his rising arousal. He squirmed uncomfortably in his seat, wondering how long before he could stand up without embarrassing himself.
"You're subtle enough for both of us, Treize," Wufei replied with a sweet, angelic smile that didn't fool Treize for a bit, he lifted the wineglass to his lips, the tip of a pink tongue tracing the edge of the glass.
Damn it! He's enjoying this far too much.
In Treize's opinion, Wufei had no right to look surprised when Treize pushed him up against the door of the limousine and took his mouth in a hungry kiss. All the way through dinner *and* desert, Wufei's seduction attempt became more and more blatant. He seemed to be deriving a great amount of amusement from testing Treize's control. It was only right that he got what he bargained for.
Wufei made a shocked sound of protest before Treize covered his mouth with a fervent kiss, his body stiffened against the sudden attack, but as Treize's hot tongue dived into his mouth, he melted into the older man's arms. Their tongues duelled and mated with each other, igniting the fire inside their bodies, burning with lust.
More kisses were exchanged as they got into the backseat of the limousine, as time wore on, the kisses became more leisurely, more tempered, though no less heated. They explored each other's mouths with unsurpassed enthusiasm, more and more they became addicted to each other's taste.
When they arrived at Wufei's building, they had to tear away from each other and compose themselves before they got out of the car. Treize walked Wufei to his door - using the stairs, the elevator was out of order - the night breeze cooled the fire in their veins by some degree.
They exchanged one long, drawn out kiss before Wufei's door, a kiss that stole both of their breath away. When it broke off, both of them were flushing deeply.
Treize tucked a string of unruly hair back behind Wufei's ear, "I have enjoyed this night very much, love." The boy's small, parted mouth looked so inviting, he was tempted to take another taste.
Leaning back against his door, with one hand on the knob, Wufei looked up through his dark sooty lashes, nipping on lower lip, a slight smile curved the corner of his mouth. "Would you like to come in and continue the night?" he asked archly, still a little breathless from the kiss. But utterly confident in the answer, no one had ever turned him down…
Treize's smiled, feeling the heat of his desire again, arousal had turned his cornflower eyes into a deeper shade of sapphire. He lifted Wufei's hand, pressed a tender kiss to the knuckles, and spoke with genuine regret, "Not tonight, Dear heart."
Wufei suspected his jaw was somewhere on the floor as Treize walked away and left him standing alone at the door, his body still flushing with the desire Treize awakened inside him, hot and bothered and more than confused by this unexpected rejection.
What the *hell* just happened?
Treize walked briskly back to his limousine, ordering the driver to take him home immediately. All the while ignoring the insistent voice in his head demanding to know what he thought he was doing; ignoring the stubborn erection that won't go away; ignoring every part of his body wanted to go back to Wufei, to kiss him again, to tear off his clothes, to 'fuck him in his squeaky little bed and keep his neighbours up half the night!'
Treize slumped back into his seat. He hadn't felt this out of control in years.
But he knew, with the instinct that made him one of greatest general on earth, that if he surrendered to his need now, he would regret it forever. Wufei wouldn't respect anyone who fell so easily under his seductive spell, and Treize wasn't about to become just another notch on anyone's bedpost.
Because Treize might be smitten, but he wasn't stupid. He knew there was more to Wufei's aggressive behaviour tonight than meets the eye. Wufei had tried to turn him away from an uncomfortable subject by using seduction as distraction, and it had succeeded to an extent.
But the look in Wufei's eyes when Treize said he was beautiful…
It was as if Wufei *despised* at being called beautiful, and despised the men who tried to flatter him by calling him such.
Who were the men who made him believe his beauty was a curse? Who had used him then discarded him and made him close off his heart? Who had taught him to use seduction as a weapon? If Treize ever caught those men, he would make them pay for stealing away the boy's innocence.
Because more than his body, Treize wanted entry into the boy's heart.
He just had to make sure Wufei understood that.
Another date, another perfect night, another goodnight kiss that made his toes curl and his heart pound with desire. Treize was a perfect gentlemen, like he had been for the past three weeks, always leaving after the goodnight kiss, always leaving Wufei wanting for more.
"Come in with me?" Wufei looked up hopefully, maybe tonight…
But again, Treize tore himself away with obvious reluctance, "Not yet."
"Not Yet?" Wufei's patience was at its end. It had never taken Wufei this long to seduce anyone, and Treize was making things difficult for no reason!
"When?" he asked plaintively, "Don't you want me?" Suddenly unsure of himself, Wufei chewed on his lower lip nervously.
Treize was stunned by the sudden vulnerability from someone who always seemed confident of his own appeal, he tried to reassure the boy, "How could you ever doubt it?" when every particle of his body was burning with need.
"Then why?" Wufei was confused and frustrated beyond words, "I have a nice little bed on that side of the door. Why won't you just come in and *fuck* me?"
"That's just it," Treize's voice was oddly gentle, tilting Wufei's chin up, he looked into the boy's eyes, "I don't want to *fuck* you, love," the dark eyes widened in disbelief, Treize explained, "I want to *make love* to you." He kissed the tip of the small nose, "and when you're ready for that, come to me."
Then he walked away, leaving Wufei alone, once again.
Wufei flopped down onto his narrow bed in disgust, ignoring the bulging hardness pushing into the mattress.
Why did Treize have to be so difficult? Why couldn't he be like any other man and jump Wufei's bones already?
*Making Love*, if someone like Treize Khushrenada wanted to make love to someone, why would he come to *Wufei*?
Wufei curled up in his bed, trying desperately not wishing for a pair of strong arms holding him close, a warm strong body enveloping his own.
Lady Une believed in giving her operatives a free reign when they were on the job, but she also believe in stepping in when they needed her help.
Like the situation with Trowa. Trowa had managed to rescue the Arabian Prince, but he was injured during escape, they were forced to hold up in a safe house. So she sent Heero - who had finished his own mission - to help to take care of the pursuing terrorists.
And Duo, bored with bodyguard duty - he did not take to Princess Relena - spent a great deal of time hitting on her brother, almost endangering the Princess' life in the process. Such unprofessional conduct could not be overlooked, Une had to replace him. Duo was at the moment undergoing retraining and attitude adjustment.
Wufei was not performing up to his best either. He should have got into Treize's bed weeks ago, yet for some reason he was hesitant to push the issue. She would have to give him a wake up call and a little extra help.
Wufei was led into exercise room 07 - a room that was used mainly for wrestling or dealing out some 'unofficial' reprimands to troublesome operatives, meaning a beating in the hands of Une's favourite henchman.
Wufei strongly suspected that he was here to be punished.
Refusing to show nervousness, he stood tall and straight in the centre of the room. Heavy footsteps signalled the arrival of the said henchmen. Wufei turned to meet the gleeful eyes of Nichol and the half a dozen heavy security men with him.
"Well, well, well," Nichol purred, looking Wufei up and down, "What do we have here? A pretty little dragon in cage."
Wufei scowled, dropping into a fighting stance, ignoring the voice telling him that he was just making things harder on himself. He wasn't just going to *take* a beating - even if it was sanctioned by Une - especially not in the hands of a little bastard like Nichol.
"Her Ladyship is not very happy with you right now, you know?" Nichol said in a conspiratorial tone, "Looks like you're messing up your assignment, so it's Nichol to the rescue. We'll just give you a nice black eye, then you can go crying to Daddy," Nichol grinned maniacally, "So let's not be difficult."
So that's what this little scene was about, Wufei thought in disgust. He didn't really needed the 'help', but no doubt Une was relishing the chance to put him in his place.
Relaxing his shoulder, Wufei adjusted his footing, if Nichol wanted to give him a black eye, he would make sure Nichol got one too.
The security guards flanked out, enclosing him, Wufei eyed them warily. He could take half a dozen men, Nichol underestimated him if he thought taking down Chang Wufei would be that easy.
The little bastard wasn't even coming close to him. Coward, Wufei snorted in disgust. He ducked an incoming fist, knocking down one guard, spinning a roundhouse kick to take out another. The others fell back circling him. Just as Wufei was fighting off another round of attack, something pricked on his leg. He looked down and saw a little dart sticking out of his thigh.
The tranquilliser in that dart must had been a heavy dose, Wufei was trained in resisting the effects of various drugs, but the muscles in his legs were quickly turning into rubber. He dropped to the floor with a dull thud.
The guard heaved him up and held him up by his arms. Nichol stepped forward, brandishing a tranquilliser gun in his hand. He smiled smugly, tapping the gun on Wufei's chin, "Still so proud, little dragon?"
Wufei just glared at him.
Nichol wasn't perturbed at least, he closed in on Wufei, hooking two fingers into Wufei's waistband, rubbing his hardened erection against Wufei's groin, "Maybe I should teach you a few manners," he whispered in Wufei's ear. "Let's see how proud you're when you're speared on my cock." His hand crept into Wufei's jeans, "I heard the General isn't give you any, I bet a little slut like you is dying for a real man's cock inside you."
A sharp pang of fear shot through Wufei's spine, the hand on his body was making his skin crawl. He didn't really think Une would authorise a rape, if only because of fearing Treize's possible reaction, but with Nichol's hot breath in his face, Nichol's hand pawing on his skin and Nichol's hard erection pressing insistently into his body, Wufei was hard pressed to remain calm.
Calming down his frantic heartbeat by sheer force of will, Wufei sneered, "Then I don't have anything to fear from you, do I? Or do you count *eunuchs* among men now?"
Nichol face was flushed with fury, his gun hand shot down, colliding solidly with Wufei's cheek and side of his head, pain exploded in Wufei's head and blackness swirled before his eyes. He had a fleeting thought that perhaps it was a bad idea to provoke Nichol - bringing up the fact that he had shot off one of Nichol's balls - before another blow landed in his kidney and drove out the air in his lungs.
Nichol screamed into Wufei's face, Wufei forced his eyes to focus on Nichol's enraged face, "Fuck You," he spit out.
Nichol went crazy, vicious blows rained down on Wufei's helpless body, uncaring that the boy was almost unconscious. He made the guards drop Wufei on to the floor, straddling the boy's chest.
"Let See Who Fucks Who, Slut!" Nichol took out his cock, fury and violence further energizing him. Forcing Wufei's mouth open, he thrust his cock down the boy's throat, "Suck It, Little Whore!"
"That's Enough!" an authoritative voice ordered.
Nichol paid it no mind, far too gone in his anger to listen to reason, but the sound of a gun cocked beside his head got his attention, he snarled at the person who interrupted him.
Sally glared coldly at him, "Get. Off. Him." She glanced around her, "All of you, OUT!"
Nichol growled, "You're interfering with Lady Une's orders." The boy he both hated and lusted after was helpless underneath him, with that pretty mouth stretched around his cock, he was not going to let this damn woman ruin everything!
"I doubt Lady Une ever ordered Wufei to be raped. OUT or I'll blow your ball off." Sally was not bluffing, she wanted very much to shoot the bastard's remaining ball off.
Just then, the intercom sounded, Lady Une's cool voice transmitted through the microphone, "Nichol, report to my office."
Nichol paled at the order, he still had enough presence of mind to realise he was in trouble. He got off Wufei quickly and tucked himself back in.
In a few seconds, everyone except Wufei and Sally had filed out.
Sally took one look at Wufei and her heart almost broke, she kneeled by the wounded boy, "oh, Wufei…"
She brush the dark hair back from his face, "Wufei, open your eyes, don't go to asleep…"
A soft hand touched his face, the pain in his body lessened a little at the gentle caress, a familiar voice was calling his name. Sally.
Sally's voice seemed worried. Why? Was she in trouble? No, she was calling him, he was hurt, but he'd be all right, he just needed rest…
"Sal…" he tried to reassure her but his couldn't get the words out his throat.
"Shhhh…" the hand was back on his face, gently probing at his cheek. Sally opened one of his eyelids, shining a bright light into his eyes, he flinched away. But Sally insisted that he co-operate with her, on this and on more tests along the same line. He didn't want more tests, his body was hurting all over; he just wanted to fall into the blessed darkness hovering at the edge of his consciousness. But Sally insisted he had to stay awake, at least until the tests were done.
"Good, you don't seem to have a concussion," Sally said, finally satisfied. She gave him an injection, his thoughts became more clear almost immediately. "but you're going to have some nasty bruises tomorrow," she warned him.
Wufei tried to laugh, but ended up coughing instead, "…'s idea, Sal…"
Lying on the cold hard floor, Wufei did his best to set the pain aside.
Sitting behind his desk, he was supposed to be reading Dorothy's report on Mid-Eastern political activity, but all he could think of was Wufei. They didn't see each other very often, because Treize was usually busy with work, so he was looking forward to their time together tonight. But then Wufei had called to cancel their date, Treize could sense something was wrong with the boy. He couldn't put his fingers on it, but there was something in Wufei's voice…
So, instead of doing his paperwork, Treize had drove himself over to check on Wufei. Trudging up the stairs - the elevator was out of repair, again - Treize wished Wufei lived in someplace better. Safer. Even though Wufei didn't seem to mind the dismal surroundings he was forced to live in.
It would have been better if Wufei lived in Treize's estate, then Treize wouldn't have to be worried about him all the time. He could build the boy a proper studio and hang Wufei's paintings on the wall instead of stacking them together inside Wufei's dim little room.
He knocked on the boy's door upon arrival, it took Wufei longer than usual to get to the door. When it finally opened, Wufei's body was hidden behind the still half-closed door, loose hair obscuring half of his face, he looked surprised to see Treize, "what are you doing here, Treize?"
"I came to see if you were all right," Now he *knew* something was wrong.
He examined the boy more closely, Wufei would have shrank away if he could have. That only confirmed Treize's suspicion, he lifted up the hair covering the boy's face, revealing a vivid dark bruise on the boy's cheek. The sight of it shocked him, a harsh anger rising inside him, whoever did this would pay!
Wufei sighed, slumped against the doorframe, no longer trying to hide the wariness of his body, he tucked the loose hair behind his ear, "I'm fine, just a few bruises, nothing I can't handle."
"I'd like to make sure of that, if I may," Treize's words might be polite, but the tone he delivered in them allowed no arguments.
Wufei gave him a wary look, but opened the door further to let him in.
Treize led the boy to the narrow bed at the corner of the room, and Wufei sat down on it reluctantly. Treize's fingers lingered on the buttons of Wufei's shirt. He had fantasised about undressing the boy numerous times, but never under these circumstances. He pulled the shirt off the boy, noticing that Wufei couldn't completely hide the wince when the muscles pulled.
It was worse than he thought it would be. The front of Wufei's body was covered in black and blue bruises, leaving almost no intact skin. Treize was sickened at the sight. Who could have done such a thing to a boy? There were also bruises on his upper arms, bruises the size of someone's hands - a bigger, stronger someone's hands - someone who was holding the boy up while another beat him senseless.
"Who. Are. They?" he bitten the words out one by one. Treize couldn't remember the last time he was so angry, the desire to kill those involved with his bare hands was almost irresistible.
"No one important," the answer was short and dismissive.
Treize looked into the calm dark eyes, "Who. Are. They?" he repeated his question, this time with even more force.
Wufei sighed softly, "I'm fine," he assured Treize, one hand coming up to trace along Treize's brow, "There is no need to worry. Let it go."
Let it go?! And Wufei's saying that with his chest blackened with bruises?! How could he just shrug this attack off as unimportant? Didn't Wufei know how precious he was?
But looking into the steady black eyes, Treize knew he wouldn't get any more answer tonight. So he decided on another route of enquiry, "Why did they hurt you?"
"They didn't like me," Wufei's lips curved into an attempt of a smile, "or rather, they liked me too much."
Treize's hands tightened on the boy's thighs. Oh God, he hadn't thought anything would be worse than those bruises, "They didn't…" he couldn't quite finish the sentence.
"No," Wufei shook his head, "The cavalry arrived just in time."
Treize squeezed his eyes shut as guilt welled up inside him.
I should have been the cavalry. I should have been there to protect you.
He would just have to make sure this never happened again.
Treize stood up, went to the small closet, and began to shift through the small collections of clothes hanging inside, "Do you have a bag for these clothes? I'll send someone over to pack up all your paintings…"
Wufei's voice sounded puzzled behind him, "Treize, what are you doing?"
"You're moving in with me." I'll put you under my protection. No one will hurt you like this ever again.
"No arguments!" Treize turned back facing Wufei, pinning the boy with his eyes, "You're coming with me if I have to carry you out."
Wufei opened his mouth to argue, but the words stuck in his throat. It was the pleading in Treize's eyes, so rare from someone so proud and so incongruous with the determination on Treize's face, that persuaded Wufei to agree to this decision.
He nodded wordlessly, mind still reeling from the information it had just received.
I'm moving in with Treize.
It was late when they arrived at Treize's estate, the servants had already gone to bed.
Treize decided to settle Wufei in his suite. He didn't want to be separated from the boy tonight. If Wufei wanted some privacy, Treize would sleep in the living room, but he didn't want to leave Wufei in a strange place by himself when he was hurt.
As soon as he had Wufei settled in a comfortable chair, Treize went to draw him a bath to soak those wounds. When he came back, Wufei was half-sleep, snuggled in the chair.
Wufei looked so small, so fragile curled up in the big stuffed chair, without the strong personality that made him seem more mature than his years. Asleep, he looked like a lost little boy, whose face frowned in pain even as he dozed. Treize tentatively reached out a hand to touch the stark bruise on the boy's cheek. It looked even worse now that he seen it clearly.
Treize shook the boy lightly, "Wufei, the bath is ready. Come on, it'll make you feel better."
Wufei made a small, annoyed sound as he blinked his eyes open, "Bath?"
"Yes, come with me," Treize helped the boy off the chair and led him into the bathroom, keeping a hand on the boy's elbow.
Wufei seemed weary, he leaned listlessly on Treize's arm while allowing Treize to quickly undressed him, stepping out of his jeans and underwear when Treize urged him to, but otherwise did nothing to help or hinder the process.
Treize reflected sadly that normally he would have enjoyed the sight of this beautiful boy naked, but these hated bruises overshadowed everything else. He looked up from his contemplation to see Wufei watching him with unreadable eyes, "Are you going to join me?" the boy asked.
Treize hesitated for a moment, "If you want me to."
"I want you to," Wufei told him, and walked over to the Jacuzzi, unconcerned with his nudity. He settled himself into the water with a small sigh, and looked up at Treize expectantly.
Treize undressed quickly and settled in the water beside Wufei, tugging the boy into his arms. Wufei snuggled closer into him, his head on Treize's shoulder. Treize ran his hand up and down the smooth skin, stroking Wufei's back in a soothing motion. Wufei shivered slightly, and burrowed even closer to Treize.
"Are you hurting badly?" Treize asked worriedly.
Wufei shook his head, "It hurts less, when we're like this."
"I have some ointments that would help."
Wufei only turned his head and pressed a kiss into Treize's chest. Treize stopped talking and bent down to nuzzle in Wufei's hair, gathering the boy more tightly into his arms. Wufei might act like nothing happened, but Trieze knew the boy was shaken by the assault, and he was determined to do all he could to make the boy feel safe again.
They sat together like that for a long time. The heat of the water and the warmth of the room lured them into a half-sleep. It was a rare moment of peace in both of their lives.
Treize dried them both off after they finished the bath and guided the boy to the King-sized bed.
He laid out a large towel and various ointments on the bed and had Wufei lie down on the towel. After making sure Wufei was comfortable, Treize began to apply ointments to the bruised skin.
Wufei closed his eyes, feeling Treize's gentle hands on his skin. Treize's touch was, delicate, like Wufei was made of glass that could shatter easily. No one had ever treated him the way Treize did, like he was something fragile, something to be cherished. Wufei took in a deep breath, trying to soothe away the unexpected pain that thought brought as his heart welled to brim with unfamiliar emotions.
As Treize's fingers caressed the smooth, fine skin, so soft, so easily bruised, an overwhelming feeling of tenderness flowed over him. Treize wanted to wrap this boy in warm cocoon, keep him safe from harm; he wanted to hold the boy in the palm of his hands and keep him close to his heart; he wanted keep the boy at his side and protect him from all the evil in the world.
He didn't know when had his touch changed from being professional to being arousing, only the slight tremor working through the boy's body alerted him. He looked into the boy's eyes and found them glazed with lust.
"Treize…" Wufei pleaded, arms stretching out to him in supplication, the small body trembling with helpless desire.
Oh, yes, this was what Treize was waiting for, the raw emotion in those fathomless dark eyes, open, artless, this was the Wufei he wanted, the one behind all the walls and guises. Treize cupped the boy's head in his hand, leaned down to take the small, parted mouth, the boy tasted exquisite.
"Let me love you," he murmured into the boy's mouth.
"Yes," Wufei begged him, "Treize… please…"
"Shhhh… it's all right…" Treize took the boy's mouth again, "It's all right…" I will help you. I will protect you. I'll make sure no one will ever hurt you again.
He kissed the boy's jaw, nibbling the soft skin at the base of the neck as Wufei's head fell back, exposing the long lines of the graceful throat. The boy's chest heaved as his breathing became quick and heavy. Treize laid kisses across Wufei's torso, sucking the small round nipples. Wufei writhed beneath him, spine arching in a wordless plea, his whole body trembling with pleasure.
Treize darted his tongue out to taste the clear liquid on the head of boy's proud erection, fingers fondling the smooth balls, Wufei bucked, going wild, hands tugging in Treize's hair, hips thrusting up, begging for more. Treize complied. He took in his young lover's cock, loving the feel of the smooth velvet, hot against his tongue. He set up a smooth rhythm, using all his skill to bring his lover into completion.
A thousand stars exploded behind Wufei's eyes as he climaxed inside Treize's mouth, his whole body shattering as he came down from heaven.
Treize swallowed his lover's seeds, licking the cock clean before coming up and kissing his lover, letting Wufei taste himself in Treize's mouth.
Treize settled down on the bed beside Wufei, gathering the boy close and pulling the cover over them both. Wufei cuddled into his arms, his legs brushed pass the erection Treize was still sporting, Wufei froze, "You didn't…"
"No, it's all right…" Treize soothed him.
"I should…" Wufei felt guilty about taking pleasure without giving any back.
"Don't worry about it, love. It'll pass…" He kissed Wufei when Wufei was about to argue, "You can make it up to me tomorrow, now go to sleep."
Obediently, Wufei closed his eyes. He was too exhausted from their love making to argue with Treize.
His training reminded him that he should wait until Treize was asleep, then get up and see if he could get into Treize's computer. But he was so tired, and Treize's arms were warm and safe. He simply couldn't bring himself to leave. Weighed down by the wariness of his body and the comfort of a strong, warm body around him, Wufei quickly slipped into sleep.
Sensing Wufei had finally fallen into sleep, Treize smiled fondly. He pressed a kiss into the boy's silky hair, tightened his grip, and finally followed his lover into dreamland.
