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Chordney Manor Part 10
As he walked down the hallway with Zechs still gripping his elbow in his strong and steady hand, Wufei could not help but think back over the events of the last few days. How everything had fallen apart so quickly, he just could not understand. But now, with his partner missing, and Heero acting like the world had come to an end, he wondered what else fate, or her bitch of a twin sister, had in store for them.
"Fei?" Zechs questioned softly. They had only just left Heero's room a few short minutes ago, but his lover's continued quiet was really beginning to worry the tall blonde. To tell the truth, Heero's actions were wearing on him just as hard as they were for Wufei. But he knew that, with Duo's disappearance, he would have to be the strong one of the group. Whether he liked it or not, he did not share the same closeness that the five ex-Gundam pilots shared and, unfortunately, he never would.
"I'm fine, Zechs." Wufei answered as soothingly as he could manage, having heard the uncertainty in his lover's voice. He knew at that point what the other man was feeling; they had spoken of it many times in the past. But he simply could not find the energy to give him the reassurances he needed.
"None of you are fine." the tall blonde sighed, but he did not continue with that thought. Instead, he spotted the door to their room just down the hall and quickened his pace. What they both needed at that moment, was some quiet time together; time for Wufei to rest after the exhausting search and time for him to once again accept that there were some things in his lover's life that he would never be a part of.
So, with that in mind, he ushered them both into their room, only releasing Wufei's arm once the door was closed and locked behind them. "Take off your clothes and lie down on the bed." he directed before turning toward the dresser beside the door. Pulling open the middle drawer, he began rifling through the various items they had stowed there.
"Zechs, I don't think--"
"A massage, dragon." Zechs corrected before the black-haired man could continue. "To help you relax. Although, I must admit, I think I like your idea better."
With a shake of his head and rueful smile at the other man's words, Wufei walked over to sit on the bed before bending over to remove his boots. Although he was not sure he had the energy even for the promised massage, he knew that arguing with his lover when the man was in his current mood would be futile, so compliance was his only option. Besides, he could feel a tension headache slowly creeping up on him and that was the last thing he needed right then.
"And just how did you know what I was thinking?" he could not help but ask once the boots where in a jumbled pile on the floor, giving the blonde a questioning look when he turned with one raised eyebrow.
"Contrary to popular belief, I happen to know, on a personal level, that you are not nearly as prudish as you let on."
"Oh? So now I'm a pervert?"
"Far more than you'll ever admit." Zechs laughed. He could feel his own tension, which had been steadily developing since that morning, begin to fade as he settled comfortably into the teasing.
"I don't hear you complaining." Wufei said with a smile as he slowly began unbuttoning his shirt, his eyes holding Zechs even as he pushed the fabric over his shoulders to hang around his waist where it was still tucked inside his trousers.
Zechs watched the little show the black-haired man was putting on with growing hunger. Each inch of silky, golden skin only served to increase his desire for the other man. But he had plans and, for a little while at least, they did not include sex. "It's not nice to tease." he stated soundly while putting on the best glare he could come up with. When Wufei simply smiled and reached for the buttons on his trousers, the tall blonde turned back to the dresser, grabbing the bottle of oil that had finally revealed itself, before heading for the bathroom.
"Clothes off; on the bed." he called as he left the room, not once looking backwards, knowing as he did that certain temptations were simply too hard to resist.
Once the other man was out of the room, Wufei could not hold the laugh any longer. It felt good to be like this with Zechs, something that they enjoyed at home on a regular basis. But now, more than ever, he needed that grounding to help him cope with everything that had happened. And while he knew it was only a temporary fix, he was not about to lose the moment.
So, undoing the buttons on his pants, he pushed them from his hips, keeping his boxer briefs on, and allowed the material to pool at his feet. Then, stepping from them, he sat on the bed once again and bent over to remove his sock. Now only clothed in his underwear, he moved until he was lying in the middle of the bed on his stomach, as directed. He grabbed one of the large pillows and balled it up under his chin while wrapping both arms tight around it.
Within seconds of his head hitting the pillow, the black-haired man could feel himself slide toward sleep. And while he tried to fight it, he was finding it very difficult. By the time Zechs returned from the bathroom with a couple of towels, he was nearly out and the man had to shake him a few times to rouse him from unconsciousness.
"Maybe we should just skip this." Zechs said as he watched those dark eyes begin to slide closed once again. He knew it was more than just the search that had brought on Wufei's exhaustion. The stress of losing his best friend was only expounding it.
"No." Wufei answered after a second of thought. While he did want to sleep, he could also still feel the headache crouching in the corner of his mind. And while most of the time a good night's sleep would be just the answer for the pain, this time he knew it was different. So, rousing himself, he pushed over onto his side so he could look up at his lover, reading the exhaustion in his face as well. "We both need sleep, but I think we need this just a much." he said before reaching out to grasp the hand closest to him, pulling it to his lips and giving the fingertips a brief kiss before releasing it and rolling back onto his stomach.
With a soft smile warming his face, Zechs set about putting every thing in order. One towel was folded carefully and placed at Wufei's side. On this, he placed the bottle of oil. Then the other towel was unfolded and draped across the black-haired man's hips. Zechs then moved himself to straddle the other man before reaching up and pulling the small hair-tie that held the ebony locks secured, his fingers threading through it as he pushed it to the side and out of the way of his work.
Finally, with everything prepared, he reached over and grabbed the bottle of oil, carefully pulling the cork from the top and pouring a generous amount into the palm of his left hand before setting the bottle back down in its nest. With brisk movement, he rubbed his hands together, spreading the oil and heating it at the same time. Then starting at Wufei's shoulders, he carefully began working the knotted muscles into submission.
It was not an easy task. Even in his almost-sleep state, Wufei was very tense and at first, Zechs could tell that he was hurting his lover; the soft grunts and groans proof of it. But he did not let up, knowing as he did that once the soreness had worked out, the benefit would be worth it. For nearly ten minutes, he pushed and ground his fingers and the heels of his hands into Wufei's neck and shoulders. Then, just when he thought it was a lost cause, the muscles under his hands relaxed and the black-haired man gave a soft sigh of relief.
"Feel better." he chucked at the lump of goo that his lover had become.
"You have no idea." Wufei muttered then moaned softly as Zechs' sure hands moved down to begin their work on his middle and lower back.
"Oh, I think I can probably guess."
"Promise, next time it's your turn." the dark-eyed Preventer offered, his voice muffled by the pillow he had burrowed into.
With another chuckle, Zechs reached over and grabbed the oil once again, this time pouring the contents directly onto the other man's back, drawing a soft hiss as the cold liquid hit Wufei's heated skin. He then turned his attention to finishing his ministrations, working more carefully this time over the ribs and spine, stopping only once he had reached the man's lower back. He would then start back at the shoulders and work down once again.
For another ten minutes he worked, his touch growing lighter at Wufei relaxed more and more into the mattress. Meanwhile, the Chinese man was doing the only thing he could to show his appreciation; he was moaning, the sounds growing louder and louder the longer Zechs worked. He was so absorbed in watching his hands moving over the other man's back and trying to ignore what those sounds were doing to him that it took Zechs a few minutes to realize that Wufei was no longer simply lying still beneath him. In fact, he was practically writhing, his hips pressing down and rubbing furiously against the bedcovers.
Both shocked and a little worried, Zechs froze where he was, feeling those round, taut buttocks pressing against him with each move the young man made.
"Zechs, please." Wufei moaned after a few moment of enduring his lover's stillness.
The sound of barely controlled lust in that husky voice was what finally broke him out of his trance and with a devious smile, he once again began moving his hands over the man's back. "Yes, dragon? Is there something you want?"
"You tease, you know damn well what I want."
"But I thought you were too tired."
Without any warning, the formally relaxed body beneath him suddenly heaved upwards and before he could counter the move, he found himself flat on his back with an obviously angry and horny young man straddling his chest.
"You know, Fei, all you had to do was ask." he managed to say before, with a growl, the man leaned down and captured his lips in a torrid kiss. When Wufei's tongue grazed his lips a second later, he decided surrender was in order and opened his mouth to allow the other man to enter.
There was nothing particularly gentle about the kiss. Their tongues battled for dominance, which neither one was willing to give up. But just when he was sure he would pass out from lack of oxygen, Wufei drew back, his breathe coming in hard pants.
"Zechs." he breathed and before he could blink, the longhaired man flipped them both over.
"No talking." Zechs commanded. "No thinking, just feel." Then, with that said, he bowed his head and latching onto one caramel-colored nipple, sucking the nub into his mouth before worrying it with his teeth. Below him, Wufei arched into the touch, his hands threading though the long blonde tresses, pushing and pulling at the same time as his conflicting desires warred in his mind; hold that talented mouth where it was or demand its presence further down. Finally though, the need for further stimulation won out and he began tugging non-to-gently on those golden stands.
Unable to deny the man, Zechs allowed himself to be pushed downward along that lithe yet muscular body, only stopping once he encountered cotton fabric. Sitting up then, he grasped the elastic waistband of the briefs and gave them a tug. At that unspoken command, Wufei raised his hips, allowing the material to be pulled down and out of the way. Only once the briefs were completely removed and tossed to land somewhere on the floor with the rest of the young man's clothes, did Zechs turn his attention to the proud erection that lay twitching against Wufei's stomach.
He never tired to seeing his lover like this; unclothed and fully aroused. The slight flush that suffused his golden skin and the thin sheen of sweat giving the man a sensuousness that would always take his breath away. But even better yet, he knew this was all his.
With a possessive growl building deep in the back of his throat, Zechs swooped down and without any formalities, took the impressive cock into his mouth, swallowing him to the root. Wufei's body reacted instinctively to the action, his legs pulled up and fell open even as his back arched completely off the bed. His mouth opened in a silent scream, while his hands once again found themselves buried in blonde silk. But none of this mattered to Zechs, he was far to absorbed in the smell and taste of the man beneath him. It was always the same and yet always different; sweet, musky, and all Wufei. It was something he found himself craving almost daily and was determined every time he had the chance to enjoy it to the fullest.
This time would be no different either, with sure movements, he began moving along the shaft, his tongue working along the underside while his teeth scraped gently along the top. Every few strokes, he would pull back and suck hard on just the head while flicking his tongue against the slit. All in all, he kept his movements uneven and varied just enough to keep Wufei from coming.
Wufei meanwhile was in heaven and hell at the same time. After only a few minutes of his lover's ministrations, he was so close it would only take a second of steady strokes to push him over the end. But as was usual for Zechs, the blonde would not allow him that moment of release.
"Gods, Zechs." he cried. "Please."
With a chuckle that sent tantalizing vibrations along Wufei's cock and drew another loud cry from him, Zechs pulled back so he could look his lover in the eye.
"Please what, dragon?"
"Dammit, Zechs, just finish it."
Another deep chuckle escaped the man's throated before he leaned back down and took the erection back into his mouth. This time, there would be no teasing. His pace was brutal yet steady and a second later, Wufei arched off the bed once more and a string of curses left his lips as he filled his lover's mouth. Once again, Zechs allowed himself the pleasure of savoring the man's taste as he swallowed the offering down with relish, only releasing the quickly softening cock once it was completely licked clean.
But they were far from done yet and even as Wufei slumped to the bed, Zechs began scouring the bed for the bottle of oil. Luckily, the towel nest he had placed it in earlier had saved it from being tipped over during their romp and he quickly snatched it up, pouring a healthy dose into the palm on his left hand. Then generously coating the fingers of his right hand, he grasped Wufei's right leg behind the knee and pushed it up and out, exposing the man's tight entrance to his view.
First, he brushed his fingers over the pink surface, spreading the oil and massaging the pucker to convince it to open for him. Then, applying a bit more pressure with his middle finger, he slipped it inside up to the first knuckle. Yet again, he could not hold the chuckle that escaped him. Following his climax, Wufei had become so relaxed that his body was practically swallowing his finger. The rest of it slipped in with no trouble at all and he began slowly pumping it in and out of his lover's body.
From there, the second and third fingers followed quickly and by then, Wufei was once again thrashing on the bed, his erection having returned when Zechs managed to graze his prostate after inserting the second finger. But even his teasing had its limits and once he felt he had prepared his lover enough, Zechs removed his fingers before once again grabbing the bottle of oil while unbuttoning his own pants and pushing them down far enough from his hips to release his own, aching erection. A liberal amount of oil was then poured over the long shaft and one quick pump insured it was spread evenly before he heft Wufei's right leg over his shoulder and pushed inside the other man's body in one long, smooth thrust.
The feeling of completion at that moment in time was something that the black-haired man cherished; to know he could not get any closer to the man who owned his heart than right then. And even when Zechs began to move only a moment later, the feeling did not leave but increased as pure pleasure coursed through his body. Because he knew that Zechs had teased him so thoroughly earlier, he knew that the blonde-haired man would not be able to last no matter how slow of a pace he set. And, as if to prove his thoughts, only a few scants minutes after starting, Zechs' thrusts began to pick up speed and force just before one long-fingered hand wrapped around his cock.
Not even his previous orgasm could stop him from coming once his lover began thrusting into him hard enough to rattle the bed. The hand around his cock, tightening in it strokes and milking the release from him along with the sounds falling from the tall blonde's mouth and the look of pure ecstasy etched on the man's beautiful face. With a loud cry, he allowed himself to fall over the precipice and into bliss. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he heard Zechs' answering cry and felt the heat of his lover's semen filling him just before the man collapsed onto his chest, completely spent.
For a long time, they lay like that, simply enjoying the slowly fading sensations and the warmth of each other's body. Then, carefully slipping from his lover's body, Zechs used the discarded towel from earlier to clean them up before grabbing both it and the other towel with the bottle of oil still nestled in it depths and carried them back to the bathroom. When he returned, he slipped his own clothes off and climbed into the bed beside Wufei, who had used his lover's absence to pull the covers down and slide beneath them.
"Sleep now, dragon." Zechs cooed as he pulled the smaller man to lie against his chest. "We'll have to begin the search again in a few hours."
"Yes, I know." Wufei said, his voice already beginning to slur with sleep. "I just hope Duo's managed to stay out of trouble on his own because when I find him I'm going to beat the shit out of him."
"I think you'll have to go through Heero for that." Zechs laughed.
"Maybe." the black-haired man responded then pulling back, he leaned up and placed a gentle kiss on the blonde's lips. "Thank you."
With a smile, Zechs pulled the man back down to rest against him. No answer was required, they had both needed the release and reassurances they had just gained from each other. And with that peace, they both slipped into sleep.
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Walking from the bathroom with a towel wrapped securely around her head, Dawn headed for the dresser to grab her nightgown, slipping the soft fabric over her head before pulling off the other towel she had wrapped around her body and tossing it into the corner. While she and Beth had not been part of the search for Duo, they had tried their best to lend their emotional support. And while she was still worried about what had happened to the long-haired man, she simply could not help but long for the cool softness of the sheets right then. But even before that could happen, she knew there was something she had to do. Beth was currently sitting in one of the large, wing-backed chairs by the window, staring out into the darkness that swirled by the glass in wisps of white fog. At one point during the height of the search that day, Dawn had taken the time to speak with Relena once again concerning her worries about her friend. It was at that time that the blonde woman had mentioned calling the plan off. Dawn had agreed instantly; with everything that had happened, it the last thing they needed to be dealing with.
Beth though had not been part of the conversation, having disappeared once again only to turn up an hour later sitting in the ballroom and speaking with one of the delegate's wives. Not wanting to cause a scene, Dawn had decided to wait until they were both in the privacy of their room before broaching the subject. And now, with her shower out of the way, there was nothing standing in her way.
"Beth." she called as she crossed the room, pulling the towel from her head as she went and allowing the dark locks to fall across her back. She selected the chair that was directly across from her friend, giving her a good view of the other woman's face as she set about rubbing some of the water from her hair. "Are you alright?" she asked as she continued to work.
"I'm fine." Beth answered, still not taking her eyes off the window and the shrouded world beyond.
Oh, well, ok." the dark-haired woman said but then quickly strengthened her resolve. "I spoke to Miss Relena earlier."
This finally caused the woman to look away from the window only to fix her with green eyes that seemed to reflect the fog from outside. "Oh? And what did you talk about?"
The chill and tone of those words sent a tremor down the dark-haired woman's spine, nearly shaking her clear out of the chair. But even with the fear that was beginning to creep into her heart, she did not allow herself to back down. "She said that, with everything that has happened, she's calling off the plan. She'll still pay us for our time, and we're allowed to stay, but we no longer have to pretend to be Heero and Duo's dates."
"Who said we were pretending anymore?" the brunette asked, her voice dropping into yet another cold tone that set even more warning bells off in Dawn's mind. This time though, the look she received was more than she could take. With a sharp, indrawn breathe, she stood from the chair, dropping the towel and turning toward the bed.
"Miss Relena's our employer." she tried one last time. "If she desires that we end our contract, then that's her choice. I see no reason to deny her and neither should you." With that said, the dark-haired woman headed for the bed and some much needed rest, if she could even rest after that conversation. However, before she had taken more than two steps something hard slammed into the back of her head. She was unconscious before she even hit the floor.
With a soft chuckle, Beth set the small statue back down on the table beside the window where she had grabbed it. Then stepping over the other woman's prone form, she headed for the door. She did not even stoop to see if the woman was dead or alive, although, given the splash of blood on the side of the statue, she had to have been at least mildly injured. It did not matter to her though. There were many things for her to do and it was no longer safe for her to remain among the others. The game was too far along now and the end was already in sight.
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With a jerk, the boy sat upright on his cold, stone bed. From his side, the deep growl of his one and only friend told him that he was not the only one to feel the malevolence that slipped and swirled though the fog like a living thing. But beneath it, he could feel something else. Something that had touched him in his dreams and it had felt warm and bright. It was something he wanted to feel now that he was awake. But even as he searched for it with his mind, he could feel the darkness drawing closer; to both him and the other, threatening to drown them both.
Determination suddenly flared inside his heart and without a single thought, he threw off his sleep and climbed from his bed. Backas was instantly at his side, his large, wet nose brushing against his hand in silent inquiry even as his black fur bristled at the continued presence.
"We can't let this happen again." the boy whispered to his companion. The dog merely looked up at him with eyes the color of obsidian, his expression saying more than words could. Wherever his master tread, so would he. "Let's go boy, it's time to put this game to an end."
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"Heero?" Duo's soft voice broke the silence that had settled around them. But when the longhaired man tried to pull back, Heero's arms tightened, keeping him still. With a sigh, Duo settled back down, only turning his head upward so he could see the dark-haired man's face. "Why are we here?"
"I don't know." Heero answered. In truth, he had just been contemplation that same question and still he did not have an answer.
"Then how did we get here?"
"I don't know that either." the blue-eyed ex-pilot stated with a sigh of his own. "I remember lying down on the bed and falling asleep. Then I heard you calling my name and woke up."
"Are you sure you woke up?" Duo asked. While it would be hard to except that this was only a dream, it would also explain their surroundings.
"I did wake up, I just woke up here." was Heero's answer.
"Then it is just a dream."
"But whose dream is it? Yours or mine."
"I don't think it much matters, do you?"
"I don't guess so." Heero stated with another sigh, his arms tightening unconsciously as he tried to prove to his mind that Duo really was here.
"Heero?"
"Yes, Duo?"
"If this is a dream, then I guess we could do just about anything we wanted to right?"
"I guess. Why?"
This time when he tried to pull away, Heero let him, but only a short distance. It was enough though to allow him to sit up until they were face to face.
"I don't know what's going to happen when we leave this place, but I do know that I don't want to have any regrets." Duo said in a soft voice, his eyes gazing deeply into those of his best friend. For once, the look he saw there was clear and instead of fleeting away on him, it remained.
"What regrets?" Heero asked in an equally soft voice, his arms already sliding down until they were looped at the small of the braided man's back.
"Regrets that I never did this." the violet-eyed man answered before leaning in the scant few inches that separated them and pressed his lips firmly to Heero's.
TBC...
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