Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Treize Is A Two-Timer! Wufei's Gay! Yaoi Yaoi Yaoi ❯ Prologue

Treize Is A Two-Timer! Wufei's Gay! Yaoi Yaoi Yaoi

By KC

Warnings: shonen-ai and hentai yaoi

Prequel to Relena's A Stalker! Heero's Gay! Yaoi Yaoi Yaoi

Disclaimers: Gundam Wing characters belong to Mixx Entertainment, Koichi Tokita, the SOTSU Agency, Sunrise, Kodansha and anyone I may have forgotten, not to me. I make no money off of this.

Zechs leaned over Treize's desk, ignoring how the tops of his boots knocked the tissue box off onto the floor or how his hip sent the stapler after it. He bent over so that he was on all fours on top of the desk, and when he grabbed the edge, his wrist knocked a wine bottle over. Fortunately it was already empty.

"Mind the rose, love," Treize said as he sat forward in his leather chair and slipped his fingers under his companion's mask.

"You have more outside the window," Zechs said. He lowered his head an inch and Treize took the mask off, setting it aside on the bookcase behind him.

"I know, but I don't have another crystal vase handy."

Zechs leaned farther out and let him take a kiss. "I'll buy you a new one. Or you can get Une to pick one up from some other room here. Not like you don't have roses scattered everywhere in the mansion." He put one hand on the seat next to Treize's hips, and when the general didn't move, chanced putting his other hand down.

"I love how they look in crystal." Treize pushed away from his desk, rolling the chair backward several inches so that Zechs stretched out over empty space with his head lowered nearly into his lap. "And I love how you look this way."

The blonde smiled and let his eyes half shut. "Not half as much as I enjoy the view." He nuzzled, and chuckled when Treize groaned and leaned back hard into his chair. "Shall I?"

Treize smiled and ran his fingers through his lover's long hair before resting them on Zech's hands. "By all means."

"As my commander wishes."

"Such a good subordinate..."

Zechs' smile turned into a smirk. He didn't have to look up to know Treize's eyes were closed, or that he'd tilted his head one way in anticipation. A whole bottle of wine always affected Treize the same every time. He pushed himself up, not so difficult with half his body already up, and leaned forward to steal a kiss.

And then he saw it. A single black hair on the general's epaulet.

"What is that?"

Treize grinned. "I would think you'd know that. After all, you see it nearly every day."

"Not that. This," and he grabbed the offending hair while balancing on one hand. "Whose is this?"

Treize tried to focus on the narrow strand of hair. "I..." His eyes widened and a blush not alcohol-induced rushed to his cheeks. "Oh, that. That...that must be Une's. She can be very sloppy when it comes to laundry and--"

"Her hair isn't black." Zechs tossed the hair aside and leaned closer until his nose bumped the general's. "It's that gundam pilot, isn't it? You've been seeing 05."

"Nonsense. He hasn't been here all day."

"Day?" Zechs bared his teeth and growled.

Treize gulped. "Um, you know, he keeps trying to win against me and comes around a lot...for sword duels, I mean..."

"Then why is it on your shoulder?"

"Oh, he slipped and fell and I caught him." He smiled again.

"Nothing would slip out of that damn tight ponytail he's got. Unless you got him to let it down a little."

Treize giggled. "Mm-hmm. Just took that hairband right off. You wouldn't believe how silky it is."

"I believe I should get you drunk more often. It's the only way to get the truth out of you." Zechs raised one hand to slap his commanding officer.

The trellis outside the window rattled, and they both looked over and spotted pilot 05 dragging himself into the room. Little scratches lined his hands and tiny rips lined his pants.

"Dammit," Wufei said as he got one knee up on the sill. "Don't they make thornless roses?"

"There you are, you little--" Zechs started to mutter.

"Wufei, what a surprise," Treize said as he rolled his chair back and spun to face the pilot. Zechs stretched out as far as he could and clung to the leather, but the spin knocked his hands loose and he fell face first into Treize's lap.

Wufei looked up and found his lover with someone else's head in his lap. "What the...Treize! You said you loved me."

"I do." Several muffled curses came from his lap, and he looked down. "Zechs, are you all right?"

Zechs pushed him farther back, and without the chair to hold him up, he fell face forward onto the carpet. He heard the metallic hiss of a sword being drawn, and he scrambled to get to his feet. "Little brat. He doesn't love you. He loves me."

Wufei smiled and raised his sword. "Jealous?"

Zechs snarled and drew his own sword. "You're not the only one who can use a sword, boy."

"Mine's bigger."

"I'll make sure they engrave that on your tombstone."

Treize dug around in his desk. "But wouldn't people think he was bragging about his tombstone?"

"Shut up, Treize," both shouted.

He pouted and kept looking. "I didn't say anything wrong. I was just--ah, found it." He pulled out another wine bottle and poured himself a glass.

Wufei yelled and charged at Zechs, bringing his sword down in a powerful thrust. Zechs dodged and matched with his own thrust, trying to find a quick hole in his enemy's defenses. Wufei blocked. He managed to knock Zech's blade back, but the blonde countered his next hit with the hilt. Not to be outdone, Wufei crouched low and swept his opponent's feet off the floor. Zechs dropped his sword on the way down, and Wufei landed on top of him, pinning his arms down.

Treize grinned and poured another glass. "Ooh, nice one."

Zechs growled and rolled to one side through sheer strength, and now he pinned Wufei down. "Gotcha, you little brat."

Wufei squirmed and thrashed, but he couldn't throw the older man off. "Bastard, get off me."

"Face it, runt. I've got several years and several inches on you." He smirked. "In more ways than one--uff--" He groaned as something solid struck his stomach.

Wufei used his knee, already solidly planted in Zech's gut, to push him to one side. This time he straddled the blonde, using his legs to pin his enemy's arms down by his sides, and slapped him. "Cocky prick."

Zechs glared. "Is everything you say so damn Freudian?"

Treize leaned back in his chair and put his boots up on the desk. "Yes. I wonder if he even knows he's doing it." He poured yet another glass. "You should've heard him last night. He came in...this was just a few minutes after you'd left, love...and asked if I was going to come to the Luxembourg luncheon. I've never laughed so hard..."

"What's so odd about that?" Zechs asked.

Wufei shrugged. "He was drunk at the time. He'll laugh at anything when--wait a minute. You'd just left?"

"And he had you only minutes after?"

Treize had downed another drink before he realized the noise level in the room had gone down. He looked up and saw his two lovers coming at him with decidedly unromantic looks. "Um, loves? Are you all right?"

"We've decided something," Wufei said.

"Yes. We're not the enemy here," Zechs nodded.

Treize tilted his head. "Oh. Um, that's good, I suppose."

"You, on the other hand..." Zechs grabbed one of his hands, making him drop his empty wine glass.

"...are in a lot of trouble." Wufei grabbed his other hand, and together they pulled his arms back behind the chair. When Treize heard Wufei's sword cutting through something soft, his mind cleared and he tried to sit up again. Something light fell over his wrists and drew tight around them, cinching them together, and then Zechs wrapped the remaining curtain cord around his chest until he could only wiggle a little.

Zechs sat on top of the desk. "Well, now what?"

Wufei leaned against the wall and crossed his arms. "I would say we should just beat him up and leave him, except...I don't want to leave him."

The blonde nodded. "And I wouldn't want to bruise him, either."

Treize sighed in relief.

"At least not where it would show."

Treize winced.

"And we can't keep him tied up forever. Someone's bound to check on him."

"We could strip him and leave him for someone to find."

Wufei shook his head. "No, that onna would find him first and she would probably like that."

Treize peeked up at his blonde lover. "Can't we just talk this over?"

Zechs scowled at him and slapped his cheek, which made the chair spin around so Wufei could do the same.

"...ow...I guess not."

"Well, I don't want him making her yet another sex partner. I want to keep him."

"As do I."

"We could share, I guess." Zechs glanced over Wufei's body and smiled. "You seem rather mature for your age. And if you have Treize's approval..."

Wufei blushed and looked down at the carpet. Zechs smiled even more. He stepped closer and brought his fingers under Wufei's chin, gently tilting his head up.

"So shy..." He bent and pressed his lips on Wufei's, and wasn't surprised when the boy pushed back. "Such a good kisser, too."

"Like you said, I have Treize's approval." He laughed once. "And I think I know what his punishment should be now."

"I think I see." Zechs grinned and let Wufei unbutton his shirt, then shrugged it off and helped get rid of the younger teen's tank top."What a wicked little terrorist."

Treize held still when they turned to him, but he couldn't help a little squeak when they opened his shirt and pulled his boots and pants off. The squeak became gasp when he saw Wufei take up the single rosebud from the crystal vase on his desk.

"We'll see just how much he can take without fainting," the boy said.

Zechs knelt in front of him, and Treize felt he was ready to faint right then. "Treize? Do you have anything to say before you can't form words anymore?"

Treize took one more look at Wufei and nodded. Screw pride, anything to get off a little easier. "Yes. I'm very sorry I deceived both of you, but I love you both and I was afraid you two would leave if I said anything. I never meant to hurt you. I just didn't want to lose either of you."

Wufei's eyes widened, and he lowered the rosebud. "I...really?"

"Wufei," Zechs sighed and took the flower. "I've known him a bit longer. He really means he didn't want to lose sex with either of us."

Treize tried to smile.

Wufei snorted. "Oh, you deserve what you're going to get."

Treize looked at their faces and whimpered. "I don't think I'm going to survive what I'm going to get."

Zechs smiled and ran the rosebud down his chest while he spoke. "Don't worry, love. We're not going to let you die. We're going to keep you for a long time."

Treize whimpered again. That wasn't very reassuring.

Wufei knelt next to him and trailed kisses up Treize's thigh, deliberately avoiding anything that could give their prisoner relief. "We may not even let you fall unconscious. I'll make sure you stay awake for everything we're about to do."

"A few hours?" Zechs asked.

"For now. Later on, maybe days."

Treize screwed his eyes shut as they started. The rosebud tapped at his already hard tip and he gasped, slamming his head back against the chair while they laughed. Oh, such torture...he forced down his smile. On the other hand, he had both lovers aware of each other and still kneeling in front of him, working together. Oh, such sweet torture...

The End