Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ You Are My Happiness ❯ You Are My Happiness ( Chapter 1 )

Title: You Are My Happiness

Series: Gundam Wing

Rating: NC-17

Pairings: 6x2, 2x2, 3x4, 5x1, 13x6

Warnings: LEMON, yaoi, rape, angst, some squickiness, lots of sex, harem setting, and… I can't help it. There's some mush thrown in there randomly. You'll have to look (not so) closely to see it! Oh, and… there's a dildo in there somewhere. And lots of chains. YaY for bondage! And masturbation! And Milliardo helping the process!

Disclaimer: I don't own GW. ;_; I wish I did. But anyway… the idea for this story was Hoseph's off of Yaoi Central. ^^ I held a commission thread and left the stories up to them so I could get back into writing. So here it is! Oh! And, this is my first large-scale yaoi with mucho pairings fic. So deal with it!! ^^;; I hope you like it, Hoseph!

Author's Notes: Heh heh, when I was writing Duo`s scene, guess what I was listening to? *sings* "Boys, boys, be my boy, I wanna feel your body…" Aaaaanyway….

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Pillows. Red and gold and violet, velvet cloth piled in places comfortably. The room was well-lit and warm, lavishly furnished, as if the owner was quite rich. There were no beds, but only rugs, also ornately woven, soft to the touch, and the seemingly hundreds of richly upholstered pillows within the warmly cream-colored walled room. Around the room were scattered different sets of chains and resting against one of the walls stood a wooden set of drawers, seemingly innocently perched. The room smelled pleasantly of roses, the five slowly awakening inhabitants were realizing.

There was the soft rattle of chains as the lithe bodies moved. Muscles beneath smooth flesh tensed instinctively. They were caught.

"So good to find you five awakening," a rich, purring voice accompanied the soft opening of a door, five sets of bleary eyes turning to catch a glimpse of who it was, "I was beginning to wonder."

A strong voice spoke up from the crowd of people, shaggy brown hair hanging in cobalt eyes. "Who the hell are you?"

"Such a tongue. We'll have to change that. And as to who I am… slaves aren't the ones to ask the questions around here. Isn't that right, my pet?" The creamy voice purred as the man spoke, as he lifted a white-gloved hand to caress a marble-smooth cheek of the nude man beside him.

"Mm… of course, my master." The blonde head moved into the touch, reveling in the feeling of bleached satin against his cheek, blue eyes halfway closed in a silent pleasure.

"M-master?" A timid, soft voice choked out, frightened, virgin to the atrocities he would undoubtedly be exposed to. "What…?"

"I am your master." The purring voice spoke again, a faint amusement lingering in the tone. "You, all of you, are mine and mine alone, here to fulfill any of my desires."

Long braid flapped against a thin back, amethyst eyes widening as the implications. "Slaves!? We're your -slaves-? What the hell!?"

"You'll learn to keep your mouth shut, as well." All playfulness was gone in the voice, nail blue eyes locking on the boy's, full lips drawn into a line. "Mm, petit chatton?" The blonde beside the speaker lifted his head attentively, looking at his brunette master. "Make him learn. Make them -all- learn." The tone showed the pout as much as the slight jutting of his bottom lip did.

"Of course, master." Bare feet padded silently across the floor, waist-length locks of silken blonde waving softly with the movements. The man knelt down in front of the braided American boy, reaching out to stroke his cheek softly, unhooking the chains on his arms that kept him hooked to the wall, immediately shackling him with well-worn, but stiff, leather cuffs hooked to each other with a thick, steel D ring. "Come on, you." Milliardo's voice was soft as to keep from disrupting his master, standing and tugging the boy to his feet.

Duo was aware of the six pairs of eyes upon him as he stumbled to his feet, panic setting in. The brunette dug his heels into the floor, pulling back. "NO! DON'T!"

"If you had kept your mouth shut, maybe we would have moved onto the innocent one, first." At those purred words from the self-proclaimed master, Duo stilled, tensing visibly. "You seem like you've gone through something like this before, yes? Then you know how it goes." The braided boy was dragged over to a corner of the room where another pair of chains waited, looped through a pulley attached to the ceiling. Lithe but strong hands maneuvered the chain through the ring, hooking it tightly. Milliardo turned his calm eyes towards his master, questioning silently. "Go ahead, chatton."

With a slight nod, the blonde turned back to the frightened boy and with a small smile took some of the extra chain, starting to tug, watching as the other's arms were raised against his will. The brunette started to struggle, kicking out at Milliardo, who deftly moved.

"Hn, don't cut him slack, chatton. One thing you boys will learn is -not- to strike out at myself -or- Milliardo."

Tears welled up in one of the boy's eyes, thick locks of blonde covering a pale face as it was bowed. "N-no, Duo… why are you doing this to him? To us?"

"This happens to all my slaves, Quatre. As to why you are my slaves? You are just that delectable. Now watch. Wipe your tears away. Not all of you will be dealt with in such a manner. And," the man turned to face the first of the five, "that certainly includes -you-, Mr. Yuy. You won't escape the chains, so stop trying and watch what happens to the disobedient."

The blonde boy sobbed, tears slipping over his pale cheeks with a frightened fervor. Beside him perched the ever-silent pilot 03, the nameless boy, emerald eyes betraying nothing, obediently watching the scene at the other side of the room.

Wu Fei, the definite smallest of the group sat at the end of the line, watching from the corners of his dark eyes, a blush on his cheeks, legs pulled unconsciously close in an act of trying to save some of his quickly diminishing pride. He didn't notice the faint smirk on the master's lips.

Heero, however, did, growling softly. "You take pride in our shame, do you, Khushrenada!?"

"Oh, yes," the aristocrat purred, "I do, very much. Especially feisty creatures such as yourselves. Now -watch-, boy, else you be the next to endure what he is."

Duo's arms were pulled up over his head, high enough to where he had to stand on the tips of his toes and Milliardo was currently hooking the chain to where it would stay there, locking it with a tight, spring clasp bolted firmly to the floor. He stood, glancing over at Treize and receiving a slight nod, set about picking a few instruments from one of the drawers in the dresser before returning to Duo's side.

The blonde's lithe fingers slid over the narrow shoulders gently, brushing pads against the faint bump of one nipple, smiling a little as the boy beneath his hands tensed. His hands traveled lower, sliding against the other's hips, brushing against the base of the boy's slowly hardening member. The chains rattled softly as Duo clenched his hands, closing his eyes.

~~Not again… this can't be happening again. I left L2 to get away from this.~~

Milliardo knelt down, catching the few scattered gasps of horror and surprise for the young audience, but not pausing for them. One hand still lingered on Duo's hip as he took the boy's shaft into his hand and gently squeezed, running his fingers over the underside of the thing, sliding his thumb over the tip of it, his eyes closed, making movements he'd made a practice out of. When the organ with a bit wider than it had been before, he leaned forward, puffing a soft breath against the flesh before him, feeling the slight jerk from the body beneath his hands. The blonde man smiled, darting his tongue out to lave against the slit, hearing the whimper slip from Duo, wrapping his lips around the head and sucking lightly. His unoccupied hand reached between the boy's thighs, cupping the sacs that hung tensely and stroking the cleft between then, faintly grating a nail against the sensitive flesh that sent another whimper slipping from Duo's lips.

His tongue slid against the boy's member, stroking the underbelly with talented movements as he took more of the other's length into his warm mouth.

Milliardo felt the boy tense, missing the soft whimpers for a moment, and pulled back, lingering strands of juice and saliva lingering on his lips. With a quick motion, he flickered open his eyes and clicked a ring around the base of Duo's shaft, looping it around the sacs that hung between trembling legs and licked faintly rosy tiers as he stood, looking over at Treize.

The blonde man was pleased to see a faint smile on his master's lips, a smile that he knew was kept only for himself. When he turned back to his victim, amethyst eyes burned with anger and hatred and the blonde just smiled, resting a finger lightly on Duo's lips. "You'll get it soon enough. Master likes to see you writhe."

He felt Duo tense beneath his hand again as he rubbed his thumb over a perked nipple, reaching over to the top of the dresser, where a few other items lay waiting for their turn. A strong hand grasped an elongated, rubbery item, molded to resemble an erect penis. The material was a soft, naturally slick latex, covered in bumps that glistened in the light as Milliardo lifted the thing and rested it against his own lips softly.

Pink tongue darted out to slide against the clear surface, leaving trails of wetness along the length of it, taking it into his mouth to mock the act he had performed a few moments again, tipping his head back just faintly, eyes hooded as he looked at the wide-eyed boy before him, moaning around the phallace. He heard a soft sob slip from one of the other boy's lips and drew the thing out of his mouth, grinning devilishly as the American as Milliardo rested the length against Duo's lips.

Full lips rested against the younger boy's ear as the blonde murmured to him, just barely loud enough for the other occupants to hear a ghost of what he said. "You'd best make it nice a slick, Duo because it's not just going in your mouth.

The boy's lips trembled as they parted, slowly, and Milliardo slid the faux member into the other's mouth with tantalizing slowness, reaching down to slide his fingers against the boy's length with teasing touches. He drew the thing out of his mouth before pushing it back in, mixing his own saliva with the others, a faint residue of salty pre-cum lingering from the blonde's earlier acts. One finely muscled arm slid around Duo's waist as he stepped to the side, allowing everyone in the room to watch Duo's shame. The gorgeous eyes had fluttered closed in shame and hurt, a blush lighting up his cheeks.

Duo squeaked around the dildo when Milliardo rubbed a saliva-slickened finger against the tender entrance at the brunette's backside.

"Relax," murmured Milliardo from behind him, sliding the finger past the tight ring of muscles, wiggling it around, smiling as the boy made something akin to a moan. A second finger joined the first, stretching the muscles a little more, continuing to bob the thing in and out of Duo's mouth as he gently stroked the inside of Duo's hot cavern.

"How is he, mon petit chatton?"

"Even if he has gone through this before, master, he's still so tight."

"Good," the older man smiled wickedly, leaning casually against the wall, watching the scene before him with intense interest, "I wouldn't want any of my pets to be loose."

Wu Fei's gaze slid to the dark-haired speaker, noting that, while he watched the events before him, nail blue eyes were always on the blonde moreso than the boy his `petit chatton' was torturing.

~~He doesn't do this so much for his own pleasure as much as just to watch the blonde…~~

Suddenly, the fingers were gone and Duo bit his lip to stifle a soft whimper, the latex piece slid from his mouth, trailing sticky spittle.

"Relax, Duo," the blonde man whispered as he pushed the thing where his fingers had been, sliding it gently inside the cavern with nudges. Lithe hands clenched, grabbing the chains that bound them, eyes squeezing tightly with shame more than pain. The bumps on the surface seemed that much more large as they stretched the muscles, as they slid against the hot tissue within. Soon the entire piece lay settled within him, the wide disc of a base resting against the part of his cheeks. "Hold it tightly. It'll feel so good."

Milliardo's voice had a faint moan to it, intentionally, as he spoke, bumping a thigh against the insertion to make it move, smiling over the other's shoulder at his master as the boy jerked. A sliver of liquid slid from the tip of the boy's member and Milliardo's finger swept it up, wiping it tenderly against his lips, cupping Duo's cheek in his hand and turning his head. The blonde pressed salty lips against Duo's, parting the boy's lips with a deft tongue, reaching down and grasping the dildo by the base, twisting it and pulling it out, thrusting it back in with a gentle brutality, stroking the inside of Duo's mouth with his tongue, swallowing the boy's uncontrollable moans, bumping the tip against the other's center.

Duo jerked in what should have been his release, but the rings tightened around his member, restraining the explosion, sending a faint pain through the boy, a whimper slipping from his lips.

The thrusting continued, varying in strength and speed, twisting inside of him, stroking the musculature of his insides with an almost perfect articulation. Again and again, muscles tensed for an attempt at release and they failed, leading to more whimpers and finally a soft sob, tears slipping over Duo's cheeks.

"And finally, the boy breaks." Treize's voice was soft, amused, nodding to Milliardo.

The blonde removed the restraining pieces of equipment, setting them aside, then slowly drew the dildo out with teasing little jerks. The shackles were undone, and when they were, Duo slipped to his knees, sobbing quietly.

"Go on and finish it, Duo." Milliardo's voice was soft, as it had been the entire time, restrained. Every word he spoke sounded erotic, the syllables turned from simple words to tools of arousal. At those words, however, Duo sobbed more, moving a trembling hand to his own member, smoothing his fingers over it softly, hesitant.

The blonde knelt down beside him, resting his hand over Duo's own, tightening his grip and sliding the palm of the boy's hand tightly over his organ. Milliardo leaned down, a faint grin on his lips, pink tongue darting out to lick at the sensitive slit a few more times before Duo cried out in his release, turning his head, ashamed, to the side, a bright flush on his cheeks. The other man swallowed the boy's essence, licking the residue off the slick surface of the brunette's shaft and nudged Duo backwards into a pile of pillows.

"You can rest now, Duo." He smiled, standing and turning to his master, who smiled back in that private way of his, noting the blonde, doing as he always did, restraining the want to take care of his own erection.

"Are you tired, mon petit chatton?"

"Only when my master wants me to be," was the pleasant, purring reply, dark eyes watching Treize with a silent message of his affections.

"So good to me, you are, chatton. Very well, then."

"Who is next?"

"Let them play with each other, chatton. The innocent one and the one beside him. Trowa."

When his name was spoken, the brunette lifted his head, looking at Treize evenly and silently, much to the older man's amusement. "He, as well, will be fun to break. In time, of course. I wouldn't want him to let go too soon. It'd be a shame."

"The little one will not try to escape. You see how he quivers, master? Should I let him loose?"

"Let them both loose. The silent one shall not try to leave, either." Milliardo, without hesitation, followed his master's orders, padding silently over to the two boys, carefully undoing the chains. He lightly ruffled the blonde boy's hair, a faint smile on his lips.

"It won't hurt, little one. You'll see. I'm sure he'll be gentle. There's no need to cry." He tucked his fingers lightly under the boy's chin, tipping it up, looking into moist, frightened eyes. "So long as you do not fight it, then it will not hurt. Just relax and let him take care of you." One satiny hand trailed down the thin chest, leaning close to whisper with a soft moan into his ear. "It feels so good to take it." Milliardo chuckled at the gasp, the blush that rose on the pale cheeks, though he didn't expect Trowa to grab Quatre around the waist and pull him close.

Milliardo glanced over at Treize to find him watching with a smug interest, arms crossed loosely over his chest.

Trowa's voice was soft, unexpected to everyone there. "I'll take care of him." Quatre flushed a deeper shade of red, sniffling softly, ducking his head. "There's no need to touch him."

Again Milliardo looked over at Treize, who nodded and smirked. "Very well. Let them play. Come here and watch with me." The blonde man nodded back, standing and turning, padding over to Treize who had settled himself on the floor, cross-legged. Milliardo glanced at him and made to sit next to him before Treize simply smiled and he changed his mind. The blonde perched himself in the man's lap, resting a shoulder against his chest, head turned to look at the other occupants, smiling a little as Treize idly toyed with the blonde's hair.

"Quatre," the Heavyarms pilot murmured, blatantly ignoring Treize and his lover, "just calm down, okay? I know… we have to do this, but I won't hurt you." The boy hugged the quivering form in his arms, speaking softly enough that only the blonde beside him could hear him. "I promise I won't."

The blonde boy sniffled, then nodded hesitantly, aqua eyes moist as he looked up at Trowa.

"Just forget they're there, Quatre. Just… just focus on me."

Again, the boy nodded, trembling a little against the other.

Trowa's touches were soft, not daring to let his gaze linger on anything but the pale body before him, not allowing himself to be reminded that the others were there. Slightly calloused fingertips rubbed against a pinkish nipple and the fair-skinned frame bucked, virgin to the touch of another, a soft whimper slipping from rosy lips.

The brunette's fingers lingered in places that had never been touched before, sliding across marble-smooth skin, reaching hips that jutted out in the faintest manner. He couldn't meet the frightened aqua eyes that peered up at him, sliding his fingers around the boy's shaft, squeezing gently, hearing the gasp and moan that followed as he began to gently pump the hot flesh in his hand.

Treize settled gloved fingers against the inside of Milliardo's thighs, stroking lightly, watching the scene before him with that same calm façade he'd given before. The blonde in his lap purred a little at the touches but stayed, besides that, silent, watching the actions of the two boys.

Quatre mewed softly at the gentle, alien touches from the boy bending over him, writhing when a liquid slickened finger slid past the barrier of muscles at his entrance. A whimper slipped from his lips, though Trowa didn't lift his gaze to meet this innocent aqua pair before him, he couldn't bring himself to. Careful stretching proceeded, virgin muscles eventually relaxing to the touch. When it was done, when he felt the boy beneath him was relaxed enough, Trowa drew his fingers gently out, slicking his own member silently, long bangs hiding the blush of embarrassment that rose to his cheeks.

He sighed softly, speaking in that comforting whisper, still not meeting his eyes. "Quatre, just relax, okay? It… it might hurt a little, but it's not intentional." He didn't wait for the whimper, the nod, positioning himself at the other's entrance and, as gentle as he could manage, pushing past the rings of muscle, biting his lip at the slight jerk, the whimper from his lover's lips.

Guilt surged through the normally silent boy, listening to the mewling from the other's lips. When he felt Quatre was used to the presence, he balanced himself with both hands on either side of his shoulders, head ducked as he drew out, catching the whimper, the soft gasp.

Treize smiled, the soft sounds from the innocent boy as his partner thrust gently into him were enticing. He glanced at Milliardo to find him watching obediently, listening to the heavy, harsh breathing from the pair, the moans from the blonde boy as his body was violated in a way he'd never felt, he'd never thought he'd enjoy.

And finally came the soft cry of release, the faint whisper of a lover's name, and it was done. Their shame complete, Trowa rolled off the other and clutched the sobbing body to him, emerald eyes turning to catch Treize's gaze evenly, coldly for a few minutes before he let them close, clutching Quatre to him in a weary, protective embrace.

Heero and Wu Fei turned their gazes to each other. They were next and they knew it. A frown tugged on Wu Fei's lips at that thought. Definitely not good.

Treize purred softly, long locks of blonde slipping through his fingers. "Good to know they have the brains to know they're not getting out of this. Now those two," the man let his eyes linger of Heero and Wu Fei, who both immediately started pulling at the chains in a bit of momentary panic, "will put up a fight. Shall we, mon petit chatton?" Milliardo nodded, unfolding himself from his master's lap, standing and pulling Treize to his feet. The pair walked over to Heero, looking at him for a few moments.

"Shackles, Milliardo." Even though he spoke to the blonde, Treize's eyes were matching Heero's cold gaze, a test of wills that the older man would make sure to win. The man spoken to turned and returned to the dresser, shuffling through the contents of a drawer quickly and pulling out a pair of leg cuffs, walking back over to his master's side. The pair snagged the kicking legs of the pilot, quickly clicking them on. When they had succeeded, Heero's gaze dropped. It was inevitable, it was futile to fight it, wasn't it?

"Heero, don't give up." Wu Fei's voice was soft, his dark eyes on Heero.

~~We might not be able to stop this, but they won't break us.~~ The Chinese boy's face was set, watching Heero. He would keep his independence and he expected Heero to do the same.

Heero nodded a little, though both boys were startled when the boy was knocked easily onto his stomach, a faint jerk to his shoulders sending faint slivers of pain through the appendages as they were yanked back by the restraining chains. Quick movements from Milliardo clicked the ankle cuffs into place, the D rings on the pieces hooked tightly onto holders on the floor, his legs spread a numerable distance apart. The boy narrowed his eyes, glaring at Treize before the man moved out of his sight. A gloved hand rested between his shoulder blades, pushing him down hard as the chains binding his hands were undone, leaving shackles in place at his wrists.

"Don't bother fighting it, boy," came Treize's murmured reply when he saw Heero tense to begin to fight. His wrists, however, were grabbed by Milliardo's strong hands and hooked to the chains Duo was attached to before he was moved to the other side of the room. Heero's hands were pulled high to where he could get no leverage, his back arched. "Mm…" Treize purred softly, resting a gloved hand on the soft curve of his derriere, tracing one digit with slight pressure between the slight part in the boy's cheeks. "That boy is a lucky one, don't you agree, My Milliardo?"

"Of course, master. Shall I get him?" Milliardo turned at the nod from Treize, snatching up a second pair of ankle cuffs and snapping them on the Chinese boy's legs before he undid the chains, dragging him over to where he was behind Heero. Legs were bound to the floor in a replay of Heero's own and Treize took Wu Fei's own clenched hands, guiding them useless behind his back, looping another chain through both rings on the shackles to keep them in place.

"Now, I wouldn't want my little pets to bleed, so we'll have to ready the both of you, mm? Milliardo?" The blonde nodded, slipping lightly to his knees beside the kneeling boys, a faint, seductive smirk on his lips. He took Wu Fei's soft member in a strong hand after slicking his fingers with a creamy lubricant, dancing his fingers across the flesh, eliciting a soft gasp from the Chinese boy. Making sure he had Wu Fei's attention, as well as his master's, Milliardo leaned over towards Heero, his free hand brushing against the bare skin, parting the soft globes of flesh with lithe fingers. Heero shivered and Wu Fei's eyes widened, though he could do nothing about this whole thing. All the while, Milliardo continued to massage the flesh in his hand, feeling it harden, catching the heavier sets of breathing with sharp ears.

His own desire was at it's peak, but he couldn't let that get in the way. If Treize saw him fit for it, he'd get a treat tonight.

He sighed softly against the flesh so close by, darting his tongue out to lave against the tender entrance, catching the soft, bitten back moan from Heero. His tongue slid against the puckered hole, pushing just past the first rings of muscle, making sure to keep his head away enough to give Treize a full view of what was going on, knowing his master loved it.

When he heard a soft groan from the boy beneath his tongue, as well as from the one at his hand, he pulled back, licking his lips seductively and looking over at Treize who watched with a barely restrained desire. Milliardo smiled at his master, standing and walking behind Wu Fei, resting his hands on the boy's hips. "You're going to fuck him like he's a little whore. Look at him, spread out just for you." The blonde reached around from behind Wu Fei, grasping the boy's erect member and Heero's hip in opposite hands, pulling them together, pushing the Chinese boy's flesh past the rings of flesh at the other boy's entrance. Milliardo's eyes fluttered when Heero cried out, when Wu Fei moaned, tipping his head back against the older slave's shoulder.

The blonde rested his hand once more on the two boy's hips, drawing Wu Fei out and pushing him back in, making sure they wouldn't fight it. The boy's moans and pants were driving him mad, this close, and he assumed they were doing the same to Treize. But his master's pleasure came first and this was what he wanted.

When he felt Wu Fei moving of his own accord, he let go, stepping back, watching as the Chinese boy thrust into the other before him. The blonde quickly unhooked the chains keeping Wu Fei's wrists pinned, smirking a little as they moved to grasp Heero's hips in a tight grip as he pushed into him, almost roughly.

Treize smiled softly, undoing Heero's own wrists, letting the boy fall forward, chest sliding against the soft floor as the other thrust into him.

And sooner than any of the four wanted, it was over, both boys crying out in strangled cries, chests heaving, sweat beading on their smooth skin, essence slipping from their weary bodies. Wu Fei collapsed neatly on the other boy, moaning softly, drawing out, his eyes closed, Heero shifting a little beneath him.

"Let us leave them to their rest, chatton." Treize turned to leave, glancing at Milliardo.

The blonde knew what that meant. A treat, indeed. He nodded, smiling softly, padding after his master with silent footsteps to Treize's personal bedchambers. A rather large, canopy bed settled itself in the center of the room, lined with pillows and velvety sheets and blankets, a rich shade of wood made up the frame, as well as the well-used desk off to one side. That room, as well, smelled of flowers. Two dressers stood next to each other, one for each of the occupants of the room.

Treize led his lover over to the bed, seating him down on the plush material, lightly pushing him back. He was entranced by the way silken blonde hair splayed out around him like some giant, gorgeous arachnid, waiting to treasure him like some form of prey. Milliardo, in turn, watched his lover silently as the man slid off his boots and unbuttoned the dress shirt he wore, draping it lightly across the back of a chair. When at last it got to it, he slowly undid those restraining pants of white cotton that held him from freedom. Milliardo moved to slide upon his knees in front of him, but a motion from Treize stopped him. "Tonight, it is not either one of us who gets pleasure first." Pants were draped where his other clothes were.

The brunette leaned over his lover, looking at him lovingly, stroking his cheek before reaching into a bedside table, drawing out a nearly empty bottle of lubricant. The blonde stopped him however, resting a hand on the other's wrist.

"No preparation. I don't know if I could take it." Treize's eyes softened, a little worried and Milliaro simply smiled. "You won't hurt me. I know you won't. You never have before." Strong hand cupped the older man's cheek gently, that smile still lingering.

There was hesitation in Treize's own eyes, but he said nothing to argue, sighing and nodding slightly. Lifting the blonde's legs and resting them on his own shoulders, his eyes never leaving his lover's, he positioned himself.

Gentle as possible, he pushed inside of the other, inch by inch, intent on keeping the pain at a minimum. He moaned softly, leaning his cheek against the other's calf, eyes halfway closed. He heard his moan echoed and Milliardo moved, shoving back to take Treize completely within him, surprising the brunette.

The blonde man whimpered softly and Treize stopped, looking at him worriedly, receiving a soft smile in return. Milliardo ground his hips against Treize's eliciting another moan from his master.

"Please. Please, master," his voice pleaded, thick with passion and love and affections, "do it."

Treize sighed softly and nodded, relenting. His movements were gentle and smooth, thrusting into his lover with an increasing speed, echoing Milliardo's moans with his own, violating the blodne in a way they both loved.

And too soon, it was over, each crying their release in a simultaneous sound, their essence spraying each other's slick bodies, heads tossed back in the throes of a hot passion.

The pair collapsed on their sides, arms entwined around one another. Treize's voice was soft, once he'd gained back his breath. "I didn't hurt you, did I?" A tanned hand lifted, stroking the blonde's cheek with tenderness, a worried look I his eyes.

He received a soft smile that reflected in his lover's deep eyes, an amused tone. "Never."

There was a long, comfortable silence between them as they gazed at each other before Treize spoke up again.

"You have done well tonight, mon petit chatton, what do you want in return for your services?

"A kiss, master."

"A simple kiss, My Milliardo? Is there a reason that this is all you ask for…?" The brunette cocked his head to the side curiously. "I am not opposed to it, but I'm curious."

The blonde flushed a little, ducking his head against Treize's chest, a smile lingering on his lips. "Because… only you can make me happy."

Treize looked at him, taken aback, silent. After a few minutes, he chuckled softly, tucking fingers beneath the blonde's chin and lifting his head. He smiled softly and closed his eyes, leaning in to brush his lips against his lover's softly, caressing the silken flesh of the blonde's lips with faint movements, the embrace returned with a loving intensity.

They pulled away lightly, then hugged, Milliardo resting his head against Treize's chest and quickly falling asleep to the brunette petting his hair.

"You, Milliardo, mon petit chatton, Zechs, whatever I may so call you… you are my happiness."