Gundam Wing

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

Reluctant Companion

Chapter 13

After checking to see that all the proper arrangements had been made, Wufei told Milliardo to clean all the armor then went up to his sitting area to write a report to Heero. Bandits were nothing he was going to ignore. Heero might decide to send a troop to scour the area for more bandits, or he might decide that Wufei was capable of handling it himself. Wufei wasn't going to take responsibility for doing nothing when he should have done something.

Milliardo stayed downstairs to putter around in the kitchen, fixing tea and toast for himself. He got side tracked by one of the guards men coming in to ask if someone could write up a report for Wufei. He blushed as he said that he'd been elected by the rest of the men to write the report but he couldn't write. "I'm a good story teller but I don't write. So I need some help."

Milliardo's first reaction was scorn, then he realized that he was doing it again. Fortunately he realized before he said something hurtful rather than after. "I'll do it for you. I'll just run upstairs and make sure Master Wufei approves."

The man thanked him and settled on a stool to wait. Milliardo just poked his head around the newel post and asked. Wufei nodded a bit absently and told Milliardo that he thought it was very kind of him.

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"Very well. Master Wufei says it's fine with him. So, start talking. Go slow. You may have to stop once in a while so I can catch up."

So the guardsman told his story and Milliardo wrote it down, blushing a bit as the man described him guarding Wufei's back with stubborn dedication. "And a grand sight it was too. To see such a pair as you. Sword and Shield. That's what the men are calling you."

Milliardo smiled, he couldn't help it. "Well, that's nice. Here, I've finished the report. Make your mark here then tell me your name so I can write it next to the mark."

The man lit up like a fresh candle. "Really? You can write my name for me? It's Fred the Miller's son." He made a shaky X holding the quill like a dagger and spoiling the point.

Milliardo nodded, remarking as he mended the quill. "We'll just call you Fred Miller. ... there." Milliardo wrote the name, sanded the parchment and let the man see it.

He gazed at it reverently. "My name. Really? That's what it looks like?"

"Yes, that's it." Milliardo picked up a bit of parchment that had been trimmed from a raw sheet. "I could write it down for you, if you'd like."

Fred blinked, "You'd do that for me? Really. Oh, sir. I'd appreciate that so much. I'd be the only one that had my name."

Milliardo wrote the name carefully using his best hand. "There. And I have to congratulate you on your speech as well. You speak very well."

Fred took the parchment scrap and put it away in a wallet, carefully stowing it flat. "Thank you. Cook says that speaking well will carry a fellow far. I been working hard. I'm not so good as I'd like to be. But ... well, I want to be a man. You know?"

Milliardo did. "Yes, it's a good job and if you are decent with a sword it's an advantage. But it's not ‘I been' it's ‘I have been'. Now you better get back to the barracks before the captain sends out a search party." Milliardo stood and smiled at Fred. "You're going to be a real asset to someone. Now ... shoo!" Milliardo flapped his hand at Fred who nodded and left taking his report with him.

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Milliardo rummaged around on the shelf, looking for some tea. He finally gave up and went to the cupboard where Wufei stored his herbs and found the jar that contained mint and something else. He thought that surely Wufei wouldn't begrudge him some of the mixture.

So he settled down with his tea and toast.

Wufei came down the stairs just as Milliardo was raising his cup to his lips. He took one look at the jar sitting on the table and fairly flew across the room. Wufei knocked the cup out of Milliardo's hand and swore. Milliardo jumped up and swore right back at him.

"Damn it. I didn't think you'd begrudge me a bit of tea. What's wrong with me having some tea?"

Wufei closed his eyes. "Ancestors grant me patience and I need it now." He opened his eyes and reached out to pick up the jar. "Do you remember me telling you that you needed my express permission to handle anything in the laboratories?" Milliardo bobbed his head. "And ..." Milliardo sighed, he'd screwed up again.

"I'm sorry. I should have asked. But you didn't have to ..."

Wufei interrupted him. "I did. That tea is deadly."

Milliardo picked up the pot and sniffed it. "Mint is deadly?"

"No, not the mint. I remember distinctly telling you that mint hid the taste of certain herbs. Ones with not so enjoyable tastes." Wufei picked up the jar and examined the contents. "Yes. This tea has belladonna in it. Belladonna is good for weak hearts but it doesn't taste very good. So I mix it with mint and chamomile to hide the taste. You could have died from that one simple sip. You've made it three times the strength I recommend."

Milliardo paled and bit at his lip. "I see. I'm in real trouble now, aren't I?"

Wufei shook his head. "I'm afraid so. Can you name your offences?"

Milliardo thought for a moment. "Taking something from the medicine cabinet without asking. Touching things in the lab without asking. And insolence. Did I miss anything?"

Wufei shook his head. "No. Now I have to decide how I'm going to punish you." He rubbed at his forehead wearily. "I hate this. Damn." He walked away swearing in Chin.

Milliardo gazed after him then went up the stairs to the bed chamber to wait for his punishment. He realized that he was more upset about his mistake than he was about any anticipated punishment.

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Wufei just stomped off, trying to get control of himself. He really wanted to just smack Milliardo silly. He could have died before Wufei even knew he was in trouble. It was very upsetting. He'd thought that they were reaching some sort of understanding. He decided to go talk to Cook. Heero had said that Cook knew everything and everyone and understood them. If Cook couldn't help him, he didn't know what to do.

So he headed for the kitchen and Cook's sweet apple pies and small beer.

He knocked on the door frame before entering so that Cook would know that he wanted to talk, she looked up then just pointed to the small table next to the massive fire place. She picked up several pies and placed them neatly on a plate. Wufei smiled as she poured, not beer, but milk into a mug and settled herself across from him.

"Beer soured. All's I've got is goat's milk. But the pies turned out very well." She pushed the plate over to Wufei and leaned her folded arms on the table. "Well ... spit it out. You've got troubles with that long drink o' water you laughingly call a slave. And, let me tell you, if you break him I'll be surprised. Bend him into good shape? Yes. Break? Don't think so. You got to have a firm hand with him or he'll get all out o' shape. But you get mean with him and you'll spoil him sure. So what did you want to ask?"

Wufei just told her exactly what had happened then asked her opinion of what he should do.

"Well, you gotta punish him. He endangered himself. He should a' asked for what he wanted. But I don't think punishin' him for being smart will ever do more than give you an excuse to exercise some of your ... er ... interests." Wufei's eyes flew to her face. "An' don't be lookin' at me like that. We all know that you're a lover of men and get your jollies by spankin' em. You nobles are all so ... I'm not sure what to call it. You goin' to do more to him than he likes?" Wufei shook his head. "You gonna do him any harm" Wufei shook his head again. "Then it's no one's business what you do but yours. If anyone is stupid enough to ask, just give ‘em the rough side o' your tongue. Now. My advice to you is to smack his ass until he screams for mercy then fuck ‘im good. Unless you're too proud to poke a slave. That man has it for you, bad."

"Oh, please. Pull the other one. I haven't been very kind to him. He probably hates my guts." Wufei ate the last of his pie. "I have a very reluctant companion indeed. It will probably take me years to earn his trust."

Cook shook her head. "There's a thing that happens sometimes. If you're kind to someone like that poor, lonely boy, they just fall in love at the snap of a finger. You explain exactly why you're punishin' him and show him a bit o' mercy and he'll be beggin' you for it in no time. You go, smack his ass, kiss his tears and explain that you left so that you wouldn't do something you'd regret ... again. And then you make it better."

Wufei gave Cook a look that she always referred to as ‘a deer in lamplight,' smiled at her and left, calling over his shoulder. "Thank you. I truly hope this works."

Cook yelled after him. "An' don't be forgettin' that there's a power of pots and pans to wash and floors to scrub around here. Send him to me. I'm strong enough to keep him in line."

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Milliardo waited for Wufei to return, he intended to apologize and beg forgiveness. He had a while to wait. After pacing for a while, he decided to use his time to good effect so he went upstairs to the bed chamber and cleaned.

Wufei returned, looked for Milliardo and then called him. The answering call from upstairs was greeted with unfeigned relief.

"What are you doing? Cleaning? At a time like this?"

Milliardo came to Wufei and knelt at his feet. "Yes, it kept me occupied. I have something to say. May I say it?"

Wufei sighed slightly. "Yes, but I will warn you that begging not to be punished won't work."

Milliardo flicked his eyes from the floor to Wufei's face, trying to judge his temper. "No, I won't beg for no punishment. I do want to apologize before you punish me. I don't want you to think it's because I hope to avoid it. I am sorry I was insolent. And that I disobeyed you. I'm still not ... accustomed to having to ask for things. I'll get used to it ... soon, I hope."

Wufei pulled a small stool to the center of the room, told Milliardo to strip then come back to him. Milliardo started to say something then decided that silence was a good thing. He stripped, folded his clothing and put them on Wufei's desk.

When he returned to Wufei, Wufei motioned to his lap. Milliardo just raised an eyebrow, knelt and eased himself to a prone position across Wufei's lap. They both realized that since he was larger than Wufei he was really just kneeling on the floor with his torso across Wufei's lap. Milliardo held still and waited for whatever Wufei chose to do.

What Wufei chose to do was give Milliardo a hard smack on the back side.

Milliardo obligingly said, "ow!" Wufei snarled, "Don't patronize me."

"Actually, it really does hurt ... sort of."

Wufei smacked him again. Milliardo subsided, realizing that the more he smarted off the worse it was going to be.

Wufei spanked Milliardo hard, turning his backside bright red. Milliardo bit his lip, held on to Wufei's ankle and endured. He realized that he was getting hard and nearly perished from embarrassment.

Wufei smacked his hand down on Milliardo's stinging flesh one more time then asked, "Why am I spanking you?"

Milliardo struggled to change reins. "I ... Master?"

Wufei smacked him again. "Why am I punishing you?"

"Because I disobeyed you?"

Wufei smacked him even harder. "No! Try again."

"Because ... because I ... I don't know. Master, please, I don't know. I'm sorry I'm so stupid. Please."

Wufei sighed. "Milliardo. Damn." He maneuvered Milliardo off his lap and onto his knees. "Think. And stop that." Wufei watched as Milliardo stopped trying to cover himself with his hands. He was erect and ready.

"I'm sorry. I don't ... I'm not ..." Milliardo sighed sadly and waited for Wufei to react in disgust.

Wufei decided to have mercy on Milliardo. "Listen to me carefully. I don't react well to being scared half out of my wits. I have few enough of them as it is. You nearly killed yourself with that tea. I'm not punishing you for taking the tea. It's a bagatelle. You endangered yourself. I won't have that. Do you understand?" Milliardo gasped and nodded. "Now, as to that." Wufei eyed Milliardo's raging sex with a slight smirk. "It's very nice. My people have a completely matter of fact attitude to sex. We all know that everyone does it. So ... it's nice that you're interested in me. And as to getting hard from a spanking. So what? I'm not offended. You're not hurt. If you think it's a perversion, you're wrong. You're not really hurt. I'll never do you any harm. You know that. If you like it, you like it. I do. I'll admit that smacking your ass could quickly become an addiction. Now."

Milliardo took his nerve in both hands and spoke up. "You're interested? Really. You're not disgusted with ... with wanting a slave. You're too far above me to ... I mean ... well ... you shouldn't lower yourself to me."

Wufei snorted. "Lower myself? Only if you're on the bottom. And you will be. I don't think I could possibly take you. And I'm not a bottom. Interested? Very. I've been holding back because I don't want you to feel forced. If you like, I will be very happy indeed. But don't be afraid to refuse me. I'll never throw it in your face. Understand?"

Milliardo whimpered once then dragged Wufei off the stool and wrapped him in his arms. "Yes, I do. I want. Will you spank me when I'm bad, and give me nice things when I'm good? Please, master, please want me."

Wufei eased against the broad chest and nuzzled against Milliardo's neck. "Yes, I'll smack your ass with alarming regularity. And I don't intend to play the bad slave game. I'll smack you because we both enjoy it. There will be other punishments for ..." Wufei forgot what he was going to say as Milliardo fastened his warm mouth over his and kissed him ruthlessly.

Wufei just groaned. When Milliardo left off, he murmured softly. "I want, very much, I want. I'm hard, and ridged and stubborn to a fault. If you decide you want me, I'll not willingly give you up. I'm lonely and ... cold. So cold. Please."

Milliardo eased Wufei onto the bed that Wufei hadn't realized they were any where near and lay down beside him. "I'll warm you. And if you're stubborn, what am I? We'll knock heads.."

Wufei snickered, "and boots."

After that they both gave up talking for other, more interesting pursuits.

Wufei settled into a lounging position on the bed and waited to see what Milliardo was up to. Milliardo on his part, gathered up the jar of cream and a towel. He spread the towel on the bed and scooped up some of the cream, after handing the jar to Wufei so it wouldn't be tipped over, he started massaging Wufei's feet.

"Ai-ya, that feels good. My feet don't ache like they used to. And the scars are much better. They're not so tight."

"Good ... Master?" Wufei just grunted. "Why won't you ... take me? Really. I know what you've said and I understand, but you could at least let me know when you want me. I ... liked it that one time. And ... dammit, I'm no good at this. I've never had to ask before."

Wufei snorted, then remarked with admirable calm, "no, I don't imagine that you have. In fact, it was probably the other way around. I'm going to have to get myself a stick."

Milliardo's hands paused in their massage and his wide-eyed look made Wufei snicker. "To beat off the women. No touching. You're mine now and I'm a selfish bastard. I don't share."

Milliardo laughed softly. "Well, I'm a one man man. I think we'll be a united front. And now ..."

Milliardo wiped his hands on the towel and lay down beside Wufei. "I'm going to say this once. I don't have any skills at making love to a man. You show me or tell me what you want and I'll try to do it. If I displease you, tell me. I hope the same goes for you."

Wufei bit gently into the heavy muscle of Milliardo's back, marking him with his first love bite. "I'll be sure to tell you. And if I displease you, you'll just have to bear it." Milliardo snickered, Wufei's masterful tone held an under current of laughter.

"Yes, master. Please, master. ... Um ... anything else I should say."

Wufei laughed. "I think that's quite enough smartness from you. I still have that gag you know."

Milliardo wisely fell silent.

Wufei fitted himself against Milliardo's back and reached around him to tease at his nipples. Milliardo whimpered softly. This felt amazing. He'd never felt anything like it before.

While Milliardo was paying attention to what Wufei was doing to his nipples, Wufei made use of the handy cream and coated himself with it. He eased closer to Milliardo and pressed his erection against Milliardo's tight entrance. Milliardo groaned softly.

"If it hurts, tell me." Wufei pushed gently.

"Ouch. No! Please. That does hurt."

Wufei rubbed the tip of his penis against Milliardo, coating him more thoroughly with the cream. "I'll have to loosen you. Don't be afraid. You're doing very well."

Wufei dipped his fingers into the cream, braced between a pillow and the head board, and carefully slipped one into Milliardo. "My people call this the rose and ..." He wriggled his finger around a bit, finding what he wanted, he pressed gently against it. Milliardo stiffened and whimpered. "This is the jewel in the rose. Enjoy."

Wufei worked his magic, normal magic, and eased his way into Milliardo's body. Milliardo groaned and whimpered, enjoying the new and wonderful sensations.

When Wufei had managed to work three fingers into Milliardo, he judged him stretched enough that they could try again. This time, when he gently ‘knocked' at Milliardo's door, Milliardo granted him entrance. They both moaned in an agony of need.

"I'm going to move in and out of you now. Pull your leg close to your chest. It'll make it easier on both of us."

Milliardo wrapped one arm around the shin of his top leg and pulled it to his chest. He braced himself with the other so that Wufei wouldn't knock him off the bed.

Wufei rocked his hips, thrusting into Milliardo's willing body until they were both sweating with exertion. Milliardo found himself pushing back.

Wufei panted softly. "I'm not going to be able to hold out much longer. Take yourself in hand and come when you're ready."

Milliardo did as Wufei told him, grasping his own erection and pumping it to explosion. Wufei was brought off by the tight grasp of Milliardo's muscles rippling in reaction.

Milliardo started to get out of bed, but Wufei stopped him.

"What are you doing?"

"Getting a cloth to clean us up with. I'm not going to lie in this mess."

Wufei snickered softly, got up and helped Milliardo clean them both up and change the bed. They tumbled back into the bed, snuggling down in the clean, sweet-smelling sheets and falling asleep instantly.