Gundam Wing

Disclaimer: I don’t own Gundam Wing;. I just borrowed some of the characters. Rated: NC-17

Reluctant Companion

Chapter

Wufei justified himself with the thought that Milliardo was his slave, he was human and had needs that hadn’t been fulfilled in a very long time. And Milliardo had to learn his place or he’d wind up dead. And he’d promised Duo that he would take Milliardo and remake him. He sighed and rubbed his face. There were an awful lot of and’s floating around.

After considerable thought Wufei decided that Milliardo needed to acknowledge that he had stolen the gold. After that they’d work it out.

Milliardo looked up as Wufei came into the room. He was nearly sick to his stomach. He knew that Wufei wasn’t going to believe him. He’d completely forgotten about several heavy gold coins, a money chain that was at least three feet long and a ring whose solid feel meant that it was worth as much as he was. And he was going to get Wufei to believe that? Not much chance.

Wufei pinned Milliardo with a stern look. “Just admit that you took those things, tell me who they belong to and we’ll return them. Then I’ll give you a just punishment and all is forgiven.”

“I found them. I swear.”

Wufei crossed his arms over his chest, grasping his biceps to keep from smacking Milliardo. “Please! I’m young, but I’m not stupid. If you tell me now, I’ll only punish you lightly. If you continue in this foolish refusal, I’ll ...”

Milliardo interrupted Wufei. “Don’t you think I’d tell you? I know how much trouble I’m in. I don’t want to lose my hands. Please!”

Wufei shook his head. “I won’t cut them off, but that does give me an idea. I’ll be back soon. And ... if you try to fight ...” Wufei just glared. “Well, don’t!”

When he came back, he had two sturdy, pliable leather bags in his hands. Milliardo looked at them and shuddered. Wufei just said, “Either this or the pit. Make your decision.”

Milliardo silently held out his hands. Wufei gave him two balls of soft linen to hold then pulled the bags over his hands. They locked in place around his wrists with heavy leather straps buckled with brass buckles. The kind that were on guard dogs collars. They had flattened tangs with holes in them. The locks that Wufei inserted were small but Milliardo knew that he couldn’t break them. He’d tried with the lock on another restraint and Wufei had just smirked at him and said. “Adamant. It’s a spell.”

Milliardo looked at his bound hands and snarled, “Howam I supposed to work like this.”

“You don’t. And if you don’t work, you don’t eat. So you better come up with proper answers soon.”

Milliardo glared harder. “I swear by my honor that I didn’t steal that stuff. And I wasn’t going to escape.”

Wufei shook his head. “I don’t believe you. And if you want to eat more than bread and water, you’ll submit to my request for the truth.”

Milliardo nodded at this. “If ... I’ll submit to whatever you ask. Just ... not the pit. Please!”

Wufei told Milliardo to think about his choices and left. Milliardo just dropped where he stood and contemplated the mess he was in. If it was he on the other side of this, he wouldn’t believe him either. He sat on the floor trying to reconcile himself to his options. He couldn’t lie and tell Wufei it belonged to someone, the gold didn’t belong to anyone as far as he knew. It had been buried deep enough that it had probably been there for years. So that put him in a bind. He wondered what new ‘torture’ Wufei had planned for him.

He knew Wufei wanted him. He wasn’t blind or stupid. But he was afraid to make the first move. What if Wufei didn’t want to actually act on his attraction. What if he felt it was beneath him to couple with a slave. Milliardo knew that he was interested in men as well as women. He’d just kept the interest in men quiet. Anchora didn’t care about that, but the ‘old guard’ of Sanque did. Now it didn’t make any difference, but he was inexperienced in ‘the ways of men’ and had no idea how to start so he kept his wants to himself. Besides it wasn’t his place to start anything. It was Wufei’s.

So he waited. Wufei let him wait a day, a day in which he went from stew and wine to bread and water. It wasn’t really as bad as it could have been. The bread was whole grain, nourishing but it tasted like horse food. Milliardo did resent the fact that he had to hold it between his bound hands. He felt it made him look ridiculous, somewhat like a giant white rat.

Wufei watched him when he was sure Milliardo didn’t know it. He thought Milliardo looked handsome even when he was nibbling distastefully at his bread.

Wufei made his final decision in the middle of the night.

He woke with an uncomfortable feeling in his groin. His erection was nearly painful and his hand was a sad substitute for the touch of another person. He wanted Milliardo and he was not going to let it go. He was going to make Milliardo want him, whether he wanted to or not.

He formed his plans and set to carrying them out the next day.

The first thing he did was create a couple of things from materials that were already around, then he made an elixir. He contemplated it for a moment then set it aside. He wouldn’t use it unless his first option failed.

He climbed the stairs and woke Milliardo.

Milliardo gazed at Wufei, bleary eyed, then scrambled to his feet. “Master. I ... need the jakes.”

Wufei took the opportunity offered and nodded in their direction. “Come on.”

Milliardo gave him a look of complete revulsion. “I can’t do anything until you take these off.” Milliardo held out his bound hands.

Wufei gave him an evil smirk. “I’ll help you.”

“What? You going to hold it for me?” Milliardo knew this would send Wufei to the rightabout.

“Certainly. And I have a ... present for you. One you’ll not particularly like. But I will.”

Milliardo bit at his lip. He really needed to relive himself. He was beginning to hurt. “Very well. I ... am ... I really need to go. Now.”

Wufei followed Milliardo to the jakes and really did hold his dick while he pissed. Milliardo felt his flush burn clear down to his chest.

When he was finished and clean, Milliardo turned to Wufei and started to say something. He stopped when he saw what Wufei was holding. All he could do was gape like a fish.

“Close your mouth. You look silly.” Wufei pinned Milliardo against the wall and snapped the rings around his genitals with quick decisive movements. Milliardo didn’t try to stop him. One, he didn’t have his hands and two, – well, he really thought he could resist without fighting.

One ring went around the base of his penis and another around the head just behind the glans, still another around the base of his sack. He knew what they were for. They kept him from gaining an erection and from release. He clenched his teeth.

Wufei then produced a pair of metal balls connected by a chain, another chain was attached to the middle of the first. Milliardo eyed the balls with genuine fear. Wufei told Milliardo to turn around which he did. Then Wufei inserted one oiled finger into Milliardo’s anus making him gasp. It didn’t hurt. Wufei was much too careful for that. But it did feel strange. Wufei worked the finger around carefully then added another. After a moment he found what he was looking for. “This is the lotus point. It’s called other things but I like that term best.” Milliardo whimpered softly as Wufei stroked the bundle of nerves firmly. Wufei made sure that he could easily insert three fingers into Milliardo, then he inserted the balls. They seated themselves right on Milliardo’s lotus point.

Wufei finished by stripping Milliardo of the rest of his clothing, washing him carefully and making sure that Milliardo understood that his body was Wufei’s to touch as he wished. Milliardo shuddered under his touch and not with displeasure. He knew Wufei was up to something. He just wasn’t sure what. And he wasn’t sure that he disliked it as much as Wufei seemed to think he should.

When he was through washing him, Wufei dressed Milliardo in clean drawstring trousers and a boat necked tunic. He also replaced the collar that had been removed at sometime and locked it in place again. The belt Wufei put on him was wide and thick, sturdy enough to hold a strong man. Wufei locked Milliardo’s wrists to it at each side of his waist with short chains.

“I have several duties to perform. You will come with me. I want to keep an eye on you. Let’s go.”

Wufei walked away, Milliardo stared after him then hurried to catch up. As he walked Milliardo realized that the small oriental was a fiend in human form. The balls had something in side of them. Something that vibrated at every step he took. And nestled firmly as they were against his sweet spot they were arousing him. He controlled his urges with the help of the rings but he wasn’t sure how long he could keep it up.

He managed for the entire day but by the time Wufei took him back to the apothecary he was ready to scream. Or cry. Every step was exquisite torture. He was so hard that he could have drilled rock. Only the cursed rings kept him from exploding.

Wufei settled in his chair and motioned for Milliardo to come to him. Milliardo went to kneel at his feet without complaint. At this point he would do anything to gain some relief.

“Yes? What do you need?”

Wufei eyed Milliardo’s hair. “Your hair is a mess. Bring me a brush.”

Milliardo gaped at him for a second then just stood up to find his brush. It didn’t take him long to find it he picked it up in his teeth and brought it to Wufei. Wufei took it without comment and after Milliardo turned around, began to brush out his hair.

“I should cut it I suppose. It’s hard to take care of but ... I value my vow to Anchora and it’s the last vestige of my ... old life. It reminds me of all that I lost through foolishness and pride.”

Wufei stopped brushing for a moment then commented gently. “I like it long but if it causes you pain, feel free to cut it.”

Milliardo shook his head earning himself a smack. “Be still”

“Sorry.”

Milliardo couldn’t be still though. He’d managed that one small bit of intelligent conversation but he broke down quickly and shifted trying to get some sort of comfort. But every time he shifted the balls stimulated him more. He was nearly in pain.

“Tell me what you want.”

That remark came completely out of left field and shocked him. “I ... I need ... something. Please. I’m going crazy. Take them out. Please?”

Wufei stroked Milliardo’s shoulder. “Tell me where you got the gold. I’ll return it to its owner and we’ll never discuss it again. And I’ll make you feel better.”

Milliardo turned on his knees. “Please, Master. I didn’t steal it. I found it in the cistern. You never let me say. I ...” Milliardo broke down and cried, moaning between sobs. “I didn’t steal. I swear. Please, I can’t stand this. It hurts. I never ... please, master.”

Wufei sighed. If Milliardo persisted in this stubborn refusal to admit his crime, he didn’t know what to do. “Get up. You will walk across the room and back. Think about what you’ve done. Then we’ll discuss it some more.”

Milliardo got up and managed across the room and half way back. He finally dropped to his knees and just sobbed. “I can’t. Please. Please. Do something. Fuck me, beat me, anything. I can’t stand it anymore. Please.”

Wufei stood up and went to Milliardo. He grasped his chin in one small, calloused hand and examined him. “Very well. Stand up.”

Milliardo struggled to his feet. Wufei led him to a strange looking bench. It was padded and waist high on him. He was guided to lie on it and his collar was fastened to a short thick strap. He realized that it was what was called a flogging bench. He wondered how many strokes Wufei was going to flog him.

Instead of beating him Wufei again inserted a well-oiled finger into him and began the stretching process all over. Only this time he pulled the balls out. Milliardo whimpered. It felt odd. He felt empty and somehow bereft. His problem was solved easily. Wufei thrust into him quickly. It didn’t hurt because Wufei was very careful.

Wufei thrust into Milliardo groaning softly. His warmth and the tight grasp of his internal muscles was exquisite. Wufei eased out then back in again, testing Milliardo’s acceptance of his intrusion. Milliardo whimpered and thrust back in reply. Milliardo met each thrust with a surge backwards, impaling himself on Wufei. It didn’t take long for the tight grasp of Milliardo to bring Wufei to completion. He grunted and clutched at Milliardo. Milliardo whimpered softly. He still hadn’t found his release. The rings kept him from more than an absolute feeling of desperation.

“Please. Oh, master. I’ll do anything, anything you say, only let me come. It hurts. Goddess, please. I swear I’ll do anything you say.”

Wufei panted softly, leaning against Milliardo’s back as he struggled to regain his breath. “Very well. Admit you stole that gold.”

Milliardo groaned in an agony of need. “Very well. I stole it. I ... please. Please master. I hurt.”

Wufei unfastened the rings and took Milliardo in hand. He stripped his orgasm from him with ruthless efficiency. Milliardo cried out, his body jerking with the force of his release.

When he was done Milliardo just lay on the bench teeth clenched. “Oh, goddess. Master. I ... don’t. ...” Wufei just unbuckled the strap from Milliardo’s collar and let him rise.

“Come with me and we’ll clean up. Then you’ll tell me what the hell is going on. Because I ... I know a lie when I hear it ... if I’m thinking instead of being an ass.” Wufei looked so sad that Milliardo wondered, not for the first time, what exactly had happened to him to make him so rigid.

Wufei helped Milliardo clean himself up, removing the restraints as he did so, but he refused to remove his own clothing. Milliardo realized for the first time that he’d never seen Wufei without clothing, except for that one time and Wufei had sunk beneath the water up to his neck so quickly that he’d seen little or nothing. Except he’d seen something that had bothered him even though he wasn’t sure what it was.

Wufei settled across the kitchen table from Milliardo and handed him acup of tea. “Now. Now that I’ve gotten my head out of my ass. Tell me where you got the gold, what you were doing with food and fire in your pouch.”

Milliardo had managed to get his body under control. He sighed and stood up. “Come with me first? Please?”

Wufei stood. “Lead on.”

Milliardo walked out into the courtyard and stopped the first man he came to. “Excuse me. I have a bet on with Master Wufei. Could you show us what you have in your pouch?”

The man just grinned. “Surely. Hope you have plenty of money. Master Dragon doesn’t lose.”

The man crouched down and dumped his pouch onto the ground. He was carrying a fire box, a handful of jerky in an oil cloth bag, a small folding knife and some string. “There you go. Happy?”

Wufei thanked the man gravely and sighed. Milliardo stopped several more men and a woman. They all were carrying a fire kit of some kind or other and more than two thirds were carrying food of some kind. Mostly jerky, dried fruit or nuts. Or some combination of all three.

Milliardo looked at Wufei who looked back with the guiltiest expression he could have.

“Well that answers two out of three. Now, what were you doing with that gold? Where did you get it?”

Milliardo started to answer but the Sergeant at arms came up just then and said, “Captain said to come tell you that he’s checked with everyone and no one has lost anything like what you turned over to him. And the coins are old. Last era, before the plagues. And the ring is the seal of the dead line. Not sure what that means but captain is of the opinion that he didn’t steal it. Coward that he is, he’s scared to tell you himself. Going now. Got men to see to.” He gave Milliardo a sympathetic look and hurried off.

Wufei shuddered. “Oh, the injustice I have committed... I’m sorry. Come back to the apothecary. I’ll make reparations. I will if I can, that is.”

Milliardo realized that Wufei was nearly crying. This was new and different.

Wufei settled at the kitchen table again and placed his hands on it. “What can I do? What apology will you accept?”

Wufei waited with his head bowed. He knew Milliardo was going to take advantage of this. He was going to demand some humiliating penance which he, Wufei, would do. It was only just. It didn’t matter that Milliardo was a slave and Wufei was free, justice was justice. He sighed.

“Well, a good old fashioned heartfelt ‘I’m sorry’ is a good start. And ... I still need real relief. All that...” Milliardo waved a hand. “Only took the edge off. But I’m good for now. Tonight, though, I’d like a real fuck. Not just a poke and a promise.”

Wufei raised his head and stared at Milliardo. “You’re not going to want ... some ... um.”

Milliardo shook his head, he knew exactly what Wufei was trying to say. “No. I’d like to believe that I’m learning to be better than that. But...” He gave Wufei a considering look. Wufei nodded his head in an encouraging way. “I’d really like my hair properly brushed out. And braided the way I like it. I’m afraid I can’t do it myself.”

Wufei got up and came to kneel gracefully at Milliardo’s feet. “I’m sorry. It was wrong of me not to listen to you. It was doubly wrong for me to punish you without more proof than my own evil suspicions. Please forgive me.” Wufei looked up at Milliardo with genuine pleading in his eyes. Milliardo smiled gently.

“You are forgiven. I’ll admit that it was suspicious, but my feelings are hurt that you wouldn’t listen to me. That is what really hurts. The fact that you didn’t even give me a chance. That’s all I want now, a chance. A chance to make something good of this. A life worth living. And I can’t do that if you continue to doubt me.”

Wufei rose under Milliardo’s tugging. He returned to his seat and fiddled with the tea pot.

“I’m listening now.”

So Milliardo told his story and Wufei considered everything again. Now that he wasn’t furiously afraid of losing his companion, he carefully weighed every nuance again. The only conclusion he could come to was that Milliardo hadn’t lied when he said he found the gold and forgot about it during the afternoon.

“I think I would have remembered it when I picked up my pouch again. I was so dirty that all I wanted was to be clean again. I’m sorry I forgot it.”

Wufei gave Milliardo a rueful smile. “I imagine you are. I’m so sorry. But you said you wanted your hair properly brushed and braided. I can do that. Come with me.”

Milliardo followed him to the bed chamber where Wufei nudged him into position, kneeling with his back to the tub. Milliardo obeyed him. Wufei unraveled the rather messy braid it was in now and eased Milliardo back until his hair was hanging over the side of the tub. He used some of the hot water from one of the cans at the hearth to wet it. Milliardo sighed with pleasure as Wufei added soap and began to massage his scalp. It felt so very good.

Wufei washed and rinsed Milliardo’s hair three times before he was satisfied. He started to rise but his feet cramped up at the same time and he nearly fell into Milliardo. Milliardo caught him quickly.

“What? What happened? Are you all right?”

Wufei bit his lip for a moment. “I’ll be fine. My feet cramped. Help me stand up and I’ll be fine.”

Milliardo did as Wufei requested but wondered what could have made Wufei’s feet cramp. It wasn’t as if he was old enough to have bone bind or something.

Wufei stood shifting from foot to foot for a moment. Milliardo got the opportunity to look at Wufei’s feet. They were very small looking, exquisitely tiny in their black brocade slippers. Milliardo froze, Wufei’s ankles were odd looking, gnarled like a tree root. He got an ugly feeling in his stomach.

Wufei broke Milliardo’s concentration by handing him a towel. “Here. Start drying your hair. You’ve got more than Duo, so it’s going to be a chore to brush it dry. I’m going to walk around a moment then I’ll be downstairs by the fire.” Wufei left, limping a bit.

Milliardo did as he was told and knew what he was going to ask for as his requested act of contrition. He hadn’t been going to ask for one but now–he was going to demand it.

Wufei waited for Milliardo to come downstairs. He waited longer than he thought he should have to but he wasn’t going to complain. If Milliardo wanted to take the petty revenge of dallying in his preparations, who was he to complain.

Milliardo came down the stairs with his hair wrapped in a towel. He held several others in one hand and a brush and comb in the other.

“I brought the things I thought you’d want. And I have decided that I want an act of contrition.”

Wufei nodded, taking the things from Milliardo. “Very well. I owe it to you. I’ll do anything but grant you your freedom. That forgiveness is not mine to give.”

Milliardo shrugged. “And is it really freedom when I have no life? Forget it.”

Milliardo’s dismissive gesture made Wufei smile. It was full of arrogance and pride. Milliardo was never going to really break. He might accept his servitude but he would never suffer for it. Wufei was going to see to that.

What had started out as an adversarial relationship had rapidly become the joining of two lonely souls. Wufei was startled to realize that Milliardo had become necessary to him in such a short time. Milliardo watched the thoughts that flitted across Wufei’s usually stoic face with relief and joy. The small man could so easily have crushed him, instead he had taught him well.

Milliardo knelt at Wufei’s feet and turned his back to him. Wufei wrapped a towel around his shoulders and began to comb his hair dry. It took a while and Wufei’s arms were beginning to get tired by the time he was finished. Milliardo nearly purred at the sensations.

Wufei picked up the brush and started to brush the long silvery strands but Milliardo got up.

“Let me ease your shoulders. You’re going to have sore arms if you don’t let me work on you.”

Milliardo stood behind Wufei and rubbed his shoulders gently. He realized that he could feel Wufei’s muscles under the soft silk. And he felt something else as well. He refrained from comment, just massaging until Wufei relaxed with a sigh.

Milliardo returned to his place in front of Wufei and knelt again. Wufei took up the brush and brushed out Milliardo’s hair then braided it. Fastening the end with a bit of rawhide Wufei remarked, “There! All done. And you have beautiful hair. I’m tempted to tell you that I’ll smack you if you cut it but it’s yours to do as you please.”

Milliardo turned, pivoting on the balls of his feet. “I won’t cut it. Like I said it’s a reminder. And now I’m going to ask for my act of contrition. In two parts if you please.”

Wufei made a face. “Or even if I don’t please. Right?” Milliardo nodded. “Very well. Part the first. Ask.”

“I want to see you”

“You see me now.”

Milliardo shook his head. “Don’t be facetious. It doesn’t suit you. Or disingenuous. You know what I mean. Now, will you do it? Or will you break your word.”

Wufei gazed into Milliardo’s ice blue eyes and found that he wanted to tell Milliardo no. But he wouldn’t, his pride and honor wouldn’t allow it. But he didn’t want to see him turn away in disgust. Or pity.