An Island Unto Themselves

13x5
By Roo. Please send C&C to Dragoness_fei@yahoo.com 
Warnings: Hm. Could there be angst and sap and lemon perhaps?



Treize awoke to find himself lying on a giant piece of Gundam, floating in the middle of a rather turbulent sea. This surprised him; he didn’t expect to be alive. The presence of a small, unconscious Chinese pilot surprised him even more. Trieze began to piece together what had happened…

Midair battle. All his pilots down, Treize took a Doll out and decided to face Shenlong himself. It had been a while since their last duel. As always, he found himself equally matched. They struck blow for blow, when something happened, Treize couldn’t remember what, and there had been an explosion, and he fell from the sky. He fleeting thought had been at least it was an honor to die at his hands.

Treize looked over at Wufei. His mouth hung slack; his dark, wet hair clung to his cheeks and mouth. He looked like a peaceful, sleeping child. He couldn’t be more than 15, thought Treize. He reached over to check for the pilot’s pulse. Even in his sleep, Wufei immediately registered the warmth and snuggled his face closer to the hand. He had been soaked through. They both were. Treize assessed their situation. He saw a small patch of dry land over towards the right of the horizon. He began kicking, his sore muscles screaming in agony. But he couldn’t just let them die here. Not like this. 

Treize reached the shore and fell to his knees, barely able to keep his face out of the lapping puddles of tide. He wanted to sleep. Wanted to close his eyes so badly. He looked over at the dark child still draped across the piece of Gundam. Treize forced himself to stand, lifting Wufei up off the Gundam rubble, and froze when he heard Wufei moan in agony. He must have injuries, Trieze scolded himself and instinctively he cupped the boy into a cradling embrace and carried him further upon the shore, away from the water. 

He laid Wufei down under a patch of trees, and then let himself sink onto the ground next to him. The swim, and then this, had been just too much for him. He surrendered to the inevitable, and closed his eyes. As a last thought to keep the boy from freezing, he snaked his right arm out and drew Wufei to him. Then he slipped into unconsciousness. 

Hours passed and when Treize awoke, Wufei lay shivering uncontrollably. It had gotten dark; the sun went down. Damn, thought Treize. He cursed himself for being so weak. It would be a miracle if they both didn’t die of exposure and he hadn’t even thought to tend to the boy’s wounds. He hovered over Wufei, and lifted up the boy’s tattered black shirt. Treize sucked in his breath. The boy’s abdomen looked perfect. Absolutely flawless. What the hell am I thinking! Treize shook his head. He drew a hand across Wufei’s chest and abdomen, and when he placed gentle pressure over Wufei’s left ribs, a soft, tortured moan escaped the Chinese pilot’s lips. Well, thought Treize, at least he’s not going to bleed to death or anything.

Treize gathered some wood, made a fire, and proceeded to remove Wufei’s shirt, then pants, and finally all other articles of clothing. He laid them along side his own clothes next to the fire. Then he lay back down next to Wufei and held the shivering boy close. At least the sand felt soft, and it had been a warm night. Treize looked up at the stars, thinking. How did he get out of the Doll? Why was he floating in the sea on a piece of Gundam belonging to his enemy? Did the boy rescue him? If so, why? Wasn’t his objective to kill him in the first place? So why pull him out of a sinking craft he sent into the water in the first place?

Treize looked over at the boy, who had stopped shivering the moment he drew him close to his chest. "Well," he said to himself, "It’s what I would have done." He closed his eyes again, instantly asleep.

~*~

Wufei woke up with the dawn. He felt cold, sore and hungry. He curled into the warmth spread across his right side, and nuzzled back into sleep. Then his eyes snapped open. He jerked away, his ribs audibly creaking with the movement. He did not cry out, he felt far too disturbed to even make a sound. Next to him lay a very large, very naked Treize Khushrenada, sleeping peacefully with his arms wrapped around… his very own naked body! Wufei bit back a scream. What the fuck!?! 

The boy forced himself to stand, and grabbed a low tree branch, snapping it off. 

Treize’s eyes opened at the sound. Slowly, they focused on the sharp end of a stick aimed at his eyeballs. He looked to its source. Above him stood a very angry Gundam pilot. A smile spread across his lips.

"Are you planning on making shish-kabobs so early in the morning, dragon?" his honey-toned voice lilted. 

Wufei’s eyes narrowed and he grunted. Treize attempted to stand, but the stick got shoved in his face, so he plopped his head back on the grass-covered sand with an "Humphh." He looked at the tips of the stick, and his eyes crossed, and then a deep chuckle started in his chest. It rose, until the man was shaking with laughter. 

"Are you fucking mad?!?!" Wufei practically screamed at him.

Suddenly Treize controlled his laughing. "No, dragon, I am not mad. I merely find it amusing, that we come all this way, and land on a deserted island, and I am to suffer ‘death by a pointy stick.’ I find it very, very funny!" He started chuckling again, but then the mirth died in his eyes. "Why didn’t you kill me before, dragon?" he said solemnly. 

Wufei relaxed his hold on the branch for a second, and sniffed. "Why didn’t you let me drown?" he replied icily. 

"That wouldn’t be a very good way to show my gratitude." Treize’s brows furrowed in sincerity.

Wufei just starred at him.

"Look, we’re stuck here for a while. I propose a truce."

"Uh-huh," Wufei said sarcastically.

"If I wanted to hurt you, dragon, I would have done it the first time I beat you."

Wufei’s back arched slightly as he remembered the first time he and Treize dueled. Treize didn’t kill him then. And that had been Wufei’s reason for jumping out of his wrecked Gundam, swimming over to the Doll, and heaving Treize’s extremely heavy ass out of the sinking shell. Justice demanded it.

"Very well," he consented. Wufei lowered the stick. Then he starred at it. He must look really stupid, going after the Commander of all OZ with a broken twig. It seemed so ridiculous. 

Treize thought he saw a flicker of a smile across the boy’s face as he dropped the stick and sat down. 

The boy winced.

"Here, let me…"

"Don’t touch me!" Wufei hissed.

Treize narrowed his eyes. He had been unaccustomed to someone talking to him with so little respect… however it felt refreshing, if not amusing. The boy looked so young.

"Look, dragon, you’re ribs could very well be broken, and so they have to be bound. It will help the pain. Do you think you can bind them yourself?" Treize said calmly, his rationale unflappable. 

Wufei grimaced. He all but hissed as Treize neared closer, grabbing up his officer’s shirt from its resting-place near the fire. He tore the shirt into three strips as easily as if it had been made of paper. He then proceeded to wrap the first strip around Wufei’s lean abdomen. Wufei sucked in his breath, but that had been the only outward sign he felt any pain. Treize followed with the next strip of silken cloth, carefully draping it a little higher than the first. Wufei watched him out of the corner of his eyes. 

Inwardly, Wufei marveled at how gentle and graceful Krushrenada had treated him. As if he were taking infinite care with him…. Wufei could feel the hands deftly move across his chest, and he trusted their expertise instinctively. 

Treize looked the boy up and down. "I think the clothes are dry."

Wufei looked down at this own nakedness and blushed deeply. How pretty. Treize smiled to himself. He handed the boy his clothes, and chuckled as they were ripped from his grasp. Being a gentleman, Treize averted his gaze, as he put on his own underwear and pants.

Wufei put on his clothes as quickly as he could, trying not to disturb his ribs. The bindings did help take a lot of the pressure off. Treize had turned around and watched him.

The General sighed. "I couldn’t very well let you sleep in damp clothes and die of hypothermia, dragon," he offered in explanation, as he slowly tugged Wufei’s shirt down across the bindings. 

Wufei stared at the fire momentarily and then said softly, "Thank you."

Treize’s eyebrows lifted. He knew he had been thanked for both courtesies, and it seemed likely that would be the most cordial thing the boy would say to him for however long they were stuck together. "You are welcome."

They both sat there, not really sure of what to do next. Both crafts were lost in the sea. No radio. No way to contact either base. No fresh water. Both men were exhausted, and one of them had minor injuries. Treize’s thoughts were disrupted when Wufei’s stomach growled. 

"When was the last time you’ve eaten, dragon?"

"Why do you call me that?"

"What? Dragon? It fits you up and down."

Wufei scowled. This man didn’t have the right to act as if he knew him so intimately.

"Is there something else I can call you?" A long pause. "I already know what you look like, so your name can’t be such an important secret." 

"Wufei. Chang Wufei," The boy spat the words at him.

"Delighted. When was the last time you had a meal, Chang Wufei?

"I don’t remember."

"Try."

Wufei could not believe his enemy cared. "Three or four days."

Treize looked at Wufei more closely. His eyes had deep circles. His limbs were shaking slightly, from hunger and exhaustion. Any normal boy his age would have been broken by now. Treize took a moment to appreciate the front Wufei put up on his behalf. 

"Then we must find you something to eat," Treize said as he scanned the area. "Stay here. Don’t move too much. I’ll be back with food, if there is any."

"Humph." Wufei would take orders from the leader of OZ. He would have protested, but the general had already gotten to his feet and walked out of the sandy patch, moving deeper inside the cluster of trees. Wufei felt so tired. His nerves were raw. What the hell had he gotten himself into? Why didn’t he just kill him? Still, if he had killed him, he probably would have drowned, or frozen to death. He hated being indebted to anyone. He swore at himself as he lay back down on the sand, eyes focused on the fire. The sunlight began to warm his body. He fell asleep.

When he woke the smell of smoked meat filled his nostrils. His stomach muscles tightened painfully. 

"Here," Krushrenada spoke to him, shoving a piece of dripping meat near his face. "I had to use your stick. Sorry," Treize mused.

Wufei ignored him and attacked the meat with both hands, biting off a piece of the hot flesh. His body convulsed and he spewed the meat forth. The pain in his gut made him gasp for breath. Treize crouched near him in an instant. He uncurled Wufei and draped an arm across his shoulders.

"Wufei. You’re body hasn’t eaten in five days. You need to go slow."

Wufei moaned. It sounded more like a whimper. He looked up at Treize with big black eyes, and the general felt moved. Treize tore off a small piece of meat and brought it to Wufei’s lips. Wufei choked back a humiliated sob, but he felt so hungry, he ate from Treize’s fingers. 

"Slowly," Treize murmured, as he fed Wufei another piece. The boy tried not to wolf it down. Treize blew on a piece of the meat, looking into Wufei’s trembling eyes, and then placed it on the boy’s lips. 

Wufei had no choice; he took what he had been offered. They continued this way, until Wufei felt strong enough to feed himself small pieces. 

Treize kept his arm around the boy, making sure he didn’t take too big a bite. 

Wufei closed his eyes and groaned with happiness as the warmth flooded his stomach. 

Treize smiled. How charming this dragon could be when sated. 

Wufei’s eyes slowly opened and he then realized what just happened. He just ate from the hand of his enemy! He blushed deeply. 

Treize decided that to be a good moment to lower Wufei to the sand. He didn’t want his dragon embarrassed, now that he had come to trust him somewhat. Treize picked up a second stick and fed himself, as Wufei watched from the corner of his eyes.

"Did you get enough to eat?" Treize asked suddenly.

"Yes," Wufei said quietly.

"Do you want some of mine?"


"No."

Treize tore off another piece of meat and brushed it across Wufei’s mouth. 

He sucked it in, surprising even himself with the barbaric hunger he displayed. It seemed like his body had no self-control. Treize noted the boy’s crimson color and bright eyes and proceeded to eat the rest of the meat.

"Do I want to know what that was we just ate?" Wufei asked.

"Probably not."

"Hn." Wufei’s eyes were getting droopy again. His ribs hurt. His head rang. His belly felt full and the sun beat warm. He wanted to just go to sleep for days. Hiro would hate him for how weak he acted. Then again, Hiro would have killed Treize and then self-destructed the moment he found himself trapped in the sea. So his opinion kind of lost some of its appeal.

"I will go and write a message in the sand. Stay here, out of the sun," Treize announced.

Wufei couldn’t really think anymore. His brain operated on raw survival mode. Stay warm. Stay fed. Sleep. That remained all he could do. The blackness engulfed him.

~*~

"General! Thank God!" Zechs gasped as he helped Treize onto the ramp of their plane. Zechs had been scanning the sea from his private plane all night and the following morning since he learned of the General’s crash. He saw Treize’s writing in the sand, and ordered his crew to land on the small island. "Are you all right, sir?" he asked nervously.

Treize looked over his shoulder. "The boy. Bring the boy." 

Zechs didn’t know what the hell he spoke of, so he walked off the ramp and into the bright sunlight. Under a patch of trees several hundred yards away, the taught, golden body of the pilot of Shenlong slept in the sand. Zechs sucked in his breath. Shit. 

Zechs slung the boy’s body over his shoulder, not really caring about the rib bindings, and brought him into the belly of the plane. "What would you like me to do with the rebel, sir?" Zechs asked.

"Put him down gently," Treize ordered.

Zechs obeyed without question. So, the boy is under Treize’s care. In that case, he would see that none harmed him. "Shall I see he has medical attention when we land, sir?"

Treize looked so warn out. "Yes, Zechs. Please make it so. He… he saved my life." With that, the General sank into a plush chair and closed his eyes. They did not open the entire length of the flight to the home base. Not even when Zechs’s delicate hands traced his body, looking for any sign of injury, and then brushed the sandy-brown hair back from his forehead. 

Wufei, however, stirred in his sleep uncontrollably. 

~*~

"So you’ve come back to the waking world, Wufei?" Krushrenada smiled as Wufei peered up at him with glazed eyes. "I was sure the drugs would keep you under longer…The doctors say you have two broken ribs and some small hair-line fractures in your arms and legs, along with a concussion. Other than that and exhaustion, your body is in top form." 

Wufei detected a double meaning in that, as he felt the General’s eyes rake him up and down. 


"Where are we?"

"OZ’s home base."

Wufei’s eyes widened for a moment and then narrowed. So the truce came off and he would die. He resisted asking what Treize would happen to him. He already knew. Heal his body. Torture him for information. Kill him. It would be standard. Fuck.

"No, no. I’m not going to kill the boy who saved me from drowning. Who would I have to spar with?" Treize mocked. Wufei snapped.

"Just fucking kill me already, Krushrenada! I’ll never tell you a thing!"

Treize froze, shocked for a moment. His voice came then, calmly and seductively reassuring. "Dragon. You have my word of honor no harm will come to you here. I will see that you are healed and when you are ready, you may return to your friends, or your home, or wherever you go. You are of no threat to us with your Gundam at the bottom of the sea."

Wufei’s mind reeled. Nataku. Suddenly Wufei felt like everything in the world had been lost to him. He had no purpose. Nothing to fight or live for. He failed Nataku. He felt so ashamed of himself! Even though he could get another Gundam and start fighting immediately, it would not be his Nataku… Tears sprung up in his eyes.

Treize misread them. He thought the boy felt relieved he would not die. He moved closer to Wufei as the boy gripped his shirt and pulled him towards the bed. "Please…" his voice hoarse with strain. "Please kill me!" Wufei begged. 

"No," Treize said simply. "No, sorry, Chang Wufei. I simply could not bring myself to kill someone who was no threat to me." Nor someone so beautiful, he mentally added.

Wufei whimpered. Tears spilled. Gods, he hated himself. "I’m filthy," he croaked.

Treize scooped him up and walked towards the bathroom. "That’s fixable," he announced. 

Wufei squeaked in shock. 

The bathroom had been lit with tons of candles and a soft smell of lilies pervaded the room. The tub seemed inviting, having been filled full of water, steam coming off its surface. 

You thought of everything. Wufei smirked to himself. Then tensed. What the hell was he thinking? He was not going to take a bath with---

"You are going to take a bath with me. The doctor’s say that your scrapes need to be cleaned or infection will set it, and your ribs will become inflamed if we don’t get some heat on them," Treize said in his best authoritative-General-voice. "And since you’re heavily medicated and you are suffering a head injury, I will be the one to bathe you."

Wufei eeped. "No! No way!" He tried to squirm out Treize’s vice-like grip, uselessly. It felt fucking painful. 

"I will have my way on this, dragon." Treize murmured.

Wufei knew better. Well, he’s already seen me naked. And I am too tired to do jack shit myself. I couldn’t possibly be anymore pathetic anyway, so why fight him? I’m just gonna put up with him till I can find myself a nice place to commit hara kari, Wufei told himself. 

Treize lowered Wufei to sit on the counter, in between many candles. He slowly unwrapped the silk bindings, never removing his eyes from Wufei’s. The boy tried to stare him down, but blushed and turned away. Next he moved to unbutton Wufei’s pants. The boy curled in on himself, unwilling to let him see his erection. Treize couldn’t help the small quirk at his lips. Oh dragon… he thought wryly. 

"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. Concentrated 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 ride. "Wufei," he said quietly, as he pressed closed lips on the warm forehead resting against his neck. 

"Hm?"

"Wufei," He said again, slowly, attempting to draw the boy back into reality.


"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 was through. 

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 starred 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, dragon?"

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 surrendered happily. 

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." Krushrenada 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 eyes. 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.

"Wufei?"

"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 boy’s spine. 

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 every thrust. 

"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 with Trowa’s.

"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 happened?"


"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. Hiro 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 Hiro’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 been burned. "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 his accent. 

"Where is his Gundam? If he’s been with Treize Krushrenada, then we have to kill him or he could endanger---" Hiro 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," Hiro replied haughtily. "You’re so cute when you’re angry." 

"Treize…." Wufei whispered as his eyes began to droop. "It was all a dream…" and then his head fell against the pillow in sleep.

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?" Hiro 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 guest bedroom. 

~owari_

My first fic. Any thoughts?

~~~~~~~~ For Mink-sama ~~~~~~~~~~~~