Island Unto Themselves (cont)
"Can you stand?"
Treize ask softly.
Wufei obeyed, but he floundered and gripped onto Treize's shoulder for
support. The muscle beneath his hand rippled with strength, which made
Wufei swallow hard. He just couldn't keep his mind focused. He had been
upset about something a moment ago... what had bothered him? Treize knelt
before him and slid his pants and underwear off with one single stroke,
his hands caressing Wufei's legs all the way down. Wufei trembled a little
as he stepped out of his garments. He leaned back against the counter
and tried to breathe.
Treize untucked his own shirt and slowly pulled it over his head, revealing
his golden expanse of twelve perfectly chiseled abdomen muscles. Wufei
starred at them in the flickering candlelight. He really wanted to touch
them. Treize flicked his thumb across the top button of his pants and
slowly unzipped the front. He pushed his pants and silk boxers down to
the floor and kicked them over into a neat pile under the counter. Suddenly
he scooped Wufei up and carried him into the massive tub. Wufei let out
a hiss and then a moan as hot water surrounded his bruised body, instantly
turning what little brains he had left to mush.
Treize rested his back against the marble tub and then pulled Wufei towards
him. Wufei rested his head on Treize's chest and let himself be encircled
by those strong arms. His brain just shut down as Treize began to ladle
hot, scented water over his chest and arms.
"Mmmmm." Wufei groaned. Treize let Wufei rest there for a bit,
gently stroking strands of hair back from the boy's beautifully sculpted
face. He let himself touch the back of his hand to the boy's cheek. Wufei
felt the stirrings of Treize's erection against his back; his eyes popped
open and he sat up a little. Treize immediately covered the awkwardness
of the situation by grabbing a sponge, lacing it with sweet smelling gel
and then rubbing it softly against Wufei's back.
Wufei began to relax again. The harder Treize scrubbed, the more responsive
he became. Soon the General dropped the sponge and began massaging Wufei's
sore muscles. His expert hands worked the tension out of the shoulders,
then moved to delicately trace along his ribs, and then a little further
down, kneading the muscles in his lower back. Wufei puffed out his breath.
Treize scooped up a handful of warm water and poured it onto Wufei's back.
He did that three times, making sure he got all the soap up, then tenderly
caressed the soft young skin. Wufei shivered.
"I'm sorry. You got cold," he whispered in the boy's ear.
Treize pulled him back down into the steaming water, this time his hands
tracing the sponge across his chest. Up and down, in slow rhythmic strokes,
the general covered his Gundam pilot's chest with suds. Wufei moaned again.
Treize smiled. He felt glad the boy enjoyed this. He let the sponge scrape
lightly across a nipple, instantly turning it into a hard pebble of pink
flesh. Wufei jumped at the contact. Treize brought his other hand up to
press Wufei's head against his chest, stroking back his hair, and tucking
it behind his earlobe again and again. Wufei sighed.
Wufei didn't realize he made any noise. Concentrating on remaining still,
he warred with himself, desperately wanting to rub against the hard, huge,
protective body that made him feel so good. But he had his pride. He kept
trying to remember why he didn't want this... why he had been angry...
but it just wouldn't come. Treize's warm onslaught held all thoughts at
bay. Soon he began to lean against Treize, pressing back against the sculpted
chest, his breath coming a little faster.
Treize looked hard at Wufei. The pilot didn't seem to be aware of his
actions. He didn't want to take advantage of the boy, especially if he
had a head injury that affected his decisions. Besides, Treize had been
used to having a very willing partner; one he felt sure appreciated the
"Wufei," he said quietly, as he pressed closed lips on the warm
forehead resting against his neck.
"Wufei," He said again, slowly, attempting to draw the boy back
"Yes, Treize?" Wufei all but purred as he turned very carefully
on his side and nuzzled his nose against the General's neck.
Treize drew a deep breath. He could see Wufei's arousal in the candlelight.
He could feel the soft thudding of the boy's heartbeat against his chest.
The General looked down into dreamy, half-lidded eyes and cupped the boy's
chin in his hand.
Wufei's head lifted lightly as Treize's gentle fingers curled about his
chin. The next thing he knew, Wufei felt warm, soft lips capturing his
own, making him hold his breath. It had been a chaste, sweet kiss. He
liked the feel of the flesh across his lips; he wanted more. He whimpered
slightly. Treize slid his tongue across Wufei's lower lip, running it
back and forth slowly, erotically. Wufei had never been kissed before;
he felt unsure as of what to do. He parted his lips, and gasped as Treize's
tongue entered his mouth in a hungry attempt to map every inch of him.
His shoulders melted against Treize as he felt the warm tongue scrape
against the roof of his mouth, then across his teeth and finally on top
of his own eager tongue. Wufei sucked gently on Treize's tongue, moaning
sweetly into Treize's mouth.
The sound made Treize positively hard. Treize broke the kiss and looked
down at his gasping dragon. Wufei looked up at him, shivering, but his
eyes told Treize that he had been fully awake and aware of what went on.
The two soldiers just looked at each other for a while. Treize found himself
drowning in deep brown pools of iris. God, he wanted him. He bit his lip.
Wufei frowned when he saw Treize bite his lip. Did he not want him? Did
he do something wrong? Why was Treize stopping? Wufei didn't like the
idea of the skin on those soft warm lips being broken on sharp teeth,
so he inched forward and, placing one hand on Treize's chest and lifting
the other to cup his cheek, Wufei kissed Treize very lightly on the mouth.
"Mmmmm. Wufei..." Treize breathed in his ear, as he gently crushed
the small boy to him. Treize began sucking on Wufei's earlobe with determination.
He would make this little dragon scream with pleasure before the night
Wufei tilted his head to give his lover better access. He gasped as Treize's
breath tickled the moist cavern of his ear. Wufei pulled back and dropped
his head on Treize's chest. Treize relinquished his prize, only to move
on to another one. He lifted Wufei's hand back to his cheek, then kissed
the back of his palm, gently nipping the soft flesh there. Wufei nuzzled
him again. Treize turned Wufei's hand over and bit tenderly at the slender
wrist then clasped his fingers around Wufei's thumb. He drew it into his
mouth, swirling his tongue around it suggestively, and looked meaningful
into Wufei's eyes. Wufei became all pupils.
Wufei stared at the incredibly erotic image of Treize taking each of his
fingers into his mouth and sucking on them, moving them in and out of
his mouth slowly, his tongue playing with the pads.
"Treize," Wufei's husky voice called.
Treize pulled Wufei's middle finger slowly out of his mouth, making sure
the boy felt every last centimeter slide away from his hot cavern, and
then he pressed his lips to Wufei's forehead with tender affection. "Yes,
Wufei started to speak when Treize seized his mouth in a brutal kiss,
claiming the lips, forcing them open, invading Wufei with his tongue in
a rough, possessive manner. Then, just as quickly as he began, Treize
gently sucked on Wufei's tongue, licking at the corners of his mouth,
pressing his gentle, closed lips on top of the boy's full and swollen
mouth. Wufei shuddered. There would be just no escaping Treize now. He
Treize began running his hand up and down Wufei's body, first stroking
his back, then dipping into the small of his lower spine. His hand wound
its way around Wufei's leg, and cupped his stiff sex. Wufei groaned and
thrust his hips up to meet Treize's hand. Treize moved slightly, so that
they were side by side, their heads supported by the back wall of the
tub. Treize began to kiss Wufei again, this time suckling his neck, finding
all the sensitive target spots with stunning expertise. He ran is tongue
into the hollow at the base of the boy's throat. Wufei's head rolled back
and he rocked his hips forward into Treize's hand again, asking. Treize
cupped Wufei's penis in one hand and began to move slowly up and down,
with feather light touches. Wufei's breathing stopped. Then he began to
pant. If this would be OZ's torture, he wanted more.
He heard the boy whimper. His grip tightened only a little. Wufei's hand
clung to his wrist, following his every movement. Suddenly the boy pushed
him away. Treize opened his eyes to see what had gone wrong, when he found
the boy gripping his shoulders, trying to move under him, but failing,
having almost no strength. Treize obliged his little one, shifting so
that his face hovered over Wufei and his right arm cradled him. This had
been the same position he had held the boy in to feed him, only a day
before. He gasped when he felt heat upon his left nipple. Wufei lapped
at Treize's nub, then bit it gently. He suckled Treize with abandon, feverish,
starving for the hard, brown morsel. Treize gasped sharply and stuck his
chest out towards the boy. Again, he feed him. It felt so good. So good
to hold this boy, now trusting and unguarded, against his body. To feel
him nurse at his chest sent electric shocks of pleasure straight into
Treize's groin. He moaned low in his throat.
Wufei abandoned the left nipple for the right, this time taking as much
of Treize's pectoral as he could in his mouth. Treize's back arched, and
Wufei sucked harder, bruising. Then he stopped. Treize looked down at
him, and Wufei gave him a slow, seductive smile. He reached up and drew
the man down on top of him, luxuriating in the weight pressed upon him.
Then he winced. His ribs!
Treize quickly repositioned himself and began to kiss his dragon all over...
his face, his eyelids, his neck, the crux of his shoulder and chest, his
little strawberry nipples. Wufei ran his fingers through Treize's hair,
and whispered his name over and over. I'll make it your new mantra, Treize
swore to himself, as he began to caress Wufei's sex again. Wufei jerked
up and a strangled, painful cry filled the room.
Treize looked down with concerned eyes. "Are you all right, my dragon?"
"It's just... this position hurts," Wufei said tiredly.
Treize snaked his arms around Wufei's back and lifted gently, torquing
them around so that Wufei sat atop the officer, his ribcage free of all
oppressive weight. Wufei sighed in gratitude, and then descended to capture
Treize in another kiss. Wufei licked at the sides of Treize's mouth like
a hungry kit. He actually purred, and licked lower. He dipped his mouth
into the water, drinking in a small mouthful and then opened his lips
slightly above Treize's chest, letting the water pour over the muscles
there as his lips traced patterns across Treize's flesh. Treize's rapid
breath told Wufei he enjoyed this, so he took another mouthful and poured
it over his shoulder and neck, licking his tongue across the vein that
throbbed there. Wufei took a third warm mouthful of the scented water
and let it gush over Treize's chin, then licked his tongue across Treize's
lower lip, and nipped playfully at the upper lip.
"Dragon!" Treize's voice broke, and he felt his own erection
start to throb, begging for release inside the boy. "Wufei... I...
I want to be... inside of you." Kushrenada felt suddenly unsure.
He didn't want to take the boy if he new it would cause him regret later.
"Good. That's what I want, too," Wufei murmured seductively,
as he chewed on Treize's earlobe.
"But, I don't want to hurt you." Treize had meant that on many
levels, Wufei knew.
"So don't hurt me," he said, as he stared deep into the General's
Treize brushed the back of his hand across the boy's face, and Wufei leaned
into the caress, suddenly so sad. Treize felt a hot tear fall onto his
knuckles. Wufei looked like he might just shatter into a million pieces.
"I... I...I'm tired," a small voice said. "I'm so tired.
I don't want to do it anymore..."
Treize's mind spiraled. Did he just force the boy into something here?
Didn't he enjoy it? Did Wufei feel like he had to do this because he was
a prisoner? Did he think Treize would force him? Treize laid a soothing
hand on Wufei's back and stroked up and down as Wufei's head fell forward
onto his chest.
"I don't want to fight anymore. I don't want to keep going. I failed.
I didn't protect my family. I couldn't save her. I lost my Gundam....
I'M SO USELESS!" The boy sobbed.
"Wufei, Wufei, you are so far from useless. You're one of the bravest,
most honorable pilots I know..."
Wufei sniffed. He felt drunk. He couldn't control himself. He tried to
stop crying and just managed to hick-up more air into his lungs. "You
must be crazy, General."
Treize smiled. "Yes, indeed, dragon. Crazy for you. Please, I can't
bear for you to cry."
Wufei's eyes shined down at him. Why did this man, his enemy, whisper
reassuring words of respect and solace to him? Did he play mind games?
Wufei didn't have the strength to doubt or resist anymore. "Please,"
he said thickly, "please, just.... Hold me.... Touch me. I want to
feel you -- "
Treize kissed him passionately, his hands stroking the boy's silky, wet
erection and soft round balls. Wufei made fragile little mewling noises.
Treize made Wufei sit on his hands and knees. Then he slid down through
the water, until his face had been positioned directly under Wufei's manhood.
He took Wufei's penis into his mouth and licked at the tip, tasting the
precum there. So salty, Treize absently thought. He could barely hear
Wufei's gasps against the hum of the water lapping at his neck and ears.
Wufei thrust himself deeper into Treize's hot mouth, moaning loudly. Treize
sucked harder, tonguing the central vein along the underside of Wufei's
length. Feeling it beginning to throb, Treize took his mouth away, and
Wufei gave a little cry of protest. Treize slid back up underneath Wufei,
then sat up, taking the boy onto his lap.
"Little one," he whispered, "I want to be inside you when
you come. Will you let me?"
"Yes... yes please...."
Treize kissed Wufei slowly, threading his fingers through the boy's jet-black
hair. He slipped the hair band off, and watched the soft silken mass flow
down around Wufei's neck. "Beautiful." He sighed. Treize cupped
several handfuls of water, and poured them over Wufei's scalp, watching
the water trickle down his shoulders and chest, sending shivers up the
Wufei began kissing him again, almost worshipping him with his tongue.
Treize's left hand fumbled for the bath oils on the side of the tub. He
found a bottle and flicked it open. Breaking the kiss, he cupped one hand
around the boy's high cheekbones. He took his hand away and poured some
of the scented oil onto his right palm. Rubbing it around his thumb and
forefinger, he warmed it. Then Treize put the bottle down and grabbed
Wufei's right hand. He laced his fingers between the boy's, and gave his
hand a reassuring squeeze. "You can say stop if you want," Treize
informed him. Wufei merely shook his head.
Treize then lowered his hand between Wufei's legs, and caressed the opening
with one finger. Wufei gasped and leaned into the touch. Treize spread
the oil generously around Wufei's entrance and between his crack. Then
he pressed the tip of his forefinger into Wufei's hole. Wufei tensed.
Treize pushed two fingers in and stretched the tight little anus, preparing
Wufei for his massive length. Then he withdrew his fingers.
All patience, Treize whispered, "If you try and relax, it will go
easier little love."
Wufei nodded again, and forced himself to relax. As Treize slowly pushed
his tip in, Wufei shut his eyes and squeezed Treize's hand. Treize stopped.
He watched and waited for the crinkle in Wufei's brow to dissipate. When
the boy seemed used to the initial invasion, he pushed in a little further,
finding the tight ring of muscle. Wufei's shoulders tensed, but he took
deep breaths, trying to relax. Treize stroked his back. He would take
all night if he had to, but he would not hurt the boy.
Treize began to stroke Wufei's cock, distracting him, as he thrust forward,
inching his way in. Wufei cried out and rocked forward, trying to get
away from Treize's invasion. Treize held onto Wufei's hip, increasing
his pressure on the boy's penis, and pushed through with a grunt, burying
himself to the hilt. Wufei screamed. His little one's eyes went wide and
he started trembling. He began to whimper.
"Shhh. Shhh, baby. I know. I know. It hurts. Only for now, I promise....
Shhhhh," Treize whispered to him. Then he began to move slowly out
of him, and thrust in a little faster, but just as carefully.
Wufei's body jolted as he registered a new sensation. Under the pain of
being split on Treize's length, a burning crept up through his thighs
and penis, kindling deep inside of him. Treize pulled out and thrust back
in and as he did so, he rubbed against Wufei's prostate. The boy gasped
and shuddered, as clear, sticky precum flew from his dick onto Treize's
chest. Treize smiled. Finally found it.
Treize lifted Wufei's hips slightly and began to thrust into him, hitting
that tiny little nub deep inside him every time. Wufei's silence broke
like glass. The boy moaned, snapping his hips back onto Treize's cock.
His flesh became covered in goose bumps. He gripped the side of the tub
with his free hand and ground his own erection into Treize's hand, gasping
as Treize increased his pace slightly. Wufei opened his eyes and gave
Treize the most passionate, hungry look.
Treize returned it. He gyrated his hips in slow circles, his thick shaft
straining against all the inner walls of Wufei's ass. "Dragon...
Do you like it? What I'm doing to you?"
"Oh yes! Mmmm. Don't stop!" Wufei answered him.
"Ohhhhh." Treize moaned as he increased his pace. Wufei felt
so tight! So warm! He could barely keep from coming all over the place.
He placed both hands on Wufei's hips now and guided him down to meet his
"Oh Gods...Hmmmm.... Ahh! So good! Treize!" Wufei wrapped his
arms around Treize and pulled him close.
Treize looked up at the beautiful dark boy in his lap, and began to kiss
and suck at his nipples, his hand moving faster along the boy's hardness.
When Wufei raked his nails down Treize's back, the general cried out and
began to thrust into him with total abandon. Wufei gripped his shoulders
and slammed his hips down to meet Treize. He panted a pained, "Yes!"
into Treize's ear.
Treize's eyes glazed over. Only too happy to oblige. He fucked Wufei in
earnest now, pushing himself in and out of that tight abyss over and over
again, drowning in the boy's gasps for more, jabbing his cock deep into
the virgin ass. He would come soon. He kissed Wufei hard, his hand working
the little dragon's flesh in an almost violent rhythm now.
Wufei arched his back as he cried, coming quickly all over Treize's hand,
his belly, his chest, even his neck. His anal muscles contracted sharply,
pinching Treize's cock exquisitely, making Treize scream his name. With
one more impossibly deep thrust that lifted both Treize's and Wufei's
hips off the tub's floor, Treize came. His hot seed flooded the boy's
interior, coating his insides with the warm sticky fluid, the cream dripping
between Wufei's trembling thighs, into the water. "Oh God! Treize
groaned, as he finished and the boy's lithe body collapsed on top of him.
He gently eased back, immersing them in the warm water, his arms tightening
across Wufei's back in a protective, possessive gesture. He kissed Wufei's
hair, taking in the boy's faint musk, stroking his fingertips across the
boy's soft back.
Minutes passed. Treize's limp member slipped easily out of Wufei. The
boy did not stir. His breathing fell shallow, but even. He did not move.
Treize started to get worried.
"Wufei? Little love? Did I hurt you?" His voice quaked.
Wufei shifted; almost asleep. "Hm?"
"Did I hurt you, dragon?"
"No, Treize, it felt good. Thank you," he said in Chinese, and
then realized that Treize didn't have a clue what he just said, so he
tried it again. "I loved it."
Treize pressed Wufei's head back against his shoulder and hugged the boy
to him. He cupped water in his hands and sprinkled it over the boy's back.
Wufei nestled his head in between Treize's chin and shoulder and yawned
like a little kid. Treize chuckled, and began to stroke small circles
across Wufei's shoulder blades. He planted little kisses all over Wufei's
crown, his lips curving into a smile each time they made contact with
the boy's damp hair. His dragon remained such a beautiful child. He hated
to have to wake him.
Treize carefully sat up and opened the tub drain with his foot. He then
cradled the dead-to-the-world Wufei in his arms, lifting him very carefully
out of the tub and carried him into the bedchamber. He laid his dragon
down on the soft, massive mattress and went to the closet, emerging with
a pair of silk pajamas. He just starred at the sleeping Wufei, so angelic,
so sweet in sleep. His wet hair clung to his face as it had before, on
the makeshift Gundam raft.
His lips were parted in slow easy breaths. "Treize," he murmured.
Treize threw the pajamas over his shoulder. Fuck that, he thought.
He went to the bathroom, blew out the candles and picked up the pile of
clothing and the ace bandages from inside the medicine cabinet. He dropped
the clothes on the bedroom floor, and then unwound the bandage. Carefully,
the General saw to Wufei's ribs, lifting the boy as gently as he could.
Poor Wufei had been so tired he didn't even rouse except to softly murmur
Treize's name again.
He looked down at his little one. God, he wanted so badly to hold him
tonight, and every night. For the first time ever, Treize desperately
wanted the war to end. He didn't care who won, so long as he could have
this boy in his arms. How foolish he had been! But he stopped rebuking
himself and just resolved to stroke Wufei's hair back from his face and
plant little kisses all along his shoulder and tricep. Treize got up and
walked to the other side of the bed. He slid in between the satin sheets
and spooned against Wufei. The boy sighed softly, wiggling closer to the
warmth. Again, Treize snaked his arm over him and breathed in his faint
scent. A smell he would never, ever forget. Like the woods after a heavy
rain. He closed his eyes and he slept soundly with his dragon safely nestled
in his arms.
Wufei awoke to the sound of Quatre's worried voice.
"Wufei? Wufei? Are you all right? Wufei!" Quatre's voice overlapped
"Wufei, how many fingers am I holding up?"
"Six?" Wufei replied with a frown.
"Ah, shit!" Duo huffed.
Wufei finally realized that he rested among his friends. "What? What
"I woke up this morning and somebody had dropped you at my door step.
I thought I saw a jeep pull away... You looked like a lost little kitten
or something... you were just laying there. Heero and I brought you in
here," Quatre said.
So, he had been taken to the Winner mansion. Wufei thought he went crazy.
He looked up at Heero's concerned face and said, "I was on a desert
island. And then I took a bath with Treize..."
As Treize's name passed his lips, Wufei's body shot up as though he had
"TREIZE!" he cried, as he sank back to the bed and mumbled something
totally incoherent about not being useless.
"Oh man, he's out of it!" Duo chimed in helpfully.
"I think he needs some rest. There are bindings on his ribs, maybe
you should call a doctor, beloved." Trowa said to Quatre, who nodded
"Where is his Gundam? If he's been with Treize Kushrenada, then we
have to kill him or he could endanger -- " Heero started.
"Oh no you don't! We are NOT killing Wu-chan do you hear? I don't
care if he took a bath with the whole OZ army, he's our friend and our
comrade and he's not going anywhere!" Duo said heatedly. Sometimes
his lover could be just so eccentric when it came to killing people!
"Hn," Heero replied haughtily. "You're so cute when you're
"Treize...." Wufei whispered as his eyes began to droop. "It
was all a dream..." and then his head fell against the pillow in
Trowa's eyes caught something in that slight movement and he reached out
for it carefully. A small black leather string wrapped around Wufei's
neck, complete with a charm at the end of it. All four boys leaned in
closer to see what it could be. A golden dragon entwined itself around
a rose. The charm was small, masculine and simply exquisite.
"I wonder where he got that?" Quatre spoke.
"Probably on that deserted island... Right?" Heero said. Clearly
that would be Wufei's story. If anything else happened with the leader
of OZ, the pilots were willing to turn a blind eye just this once. They
were just happy to have him back alive. They started towards the door.
"Welcome home, Wufei," Duo said, as he shut the door to the
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