Gundam Wing

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

Reluctant Companion

Chapter 21

Reluctant Companion 21

Chapter Twenty-one

Milliardo led the way carrying a small bull's eye lantern but it was very small and quite dim. Wufei managed to slip in the dark. He stumbled slightly and bumped into Milliardo. Milliardo turned quickly and caught Wufei by the elbow. Wufei pulled away gently and said, "I'm all right. You don't have to do that, I'm no woman."

Milliardo laughed and scooped Wufei up in his arms. "No? And I suppose you don't like this." He whirled around with Wufei clinging to his shoulders.

"Aiy-Yah! Crazy man. Put me down." Wufei had to laugh too. He felt wonderful. Heero had accepted Milliardo's vow and given him a sword. Duo had given Milliardo presents as well. And Relena had obviously forgiven him. Life was good.

Milliardo tossed Wufei over one broad shoulder and headed for the apothecary at a smooth jog. Wufei couldn't help it, he reached down and grabbed Milliardo's ass. He yelped and ran.

They were both laughing like maniacs when they got to the bedchamber. Milliardo dropped Wufei on the bed, where he bounced a few times they lay back with a sly expression on his face.

Milliardo climbed into the bed with him and leaned over to kiss Wufei gently on the neck.

"I think it all went well. Relena has forgiven me, don't you think?"

Wufei sighed and wriggled to get more comfortable. "Yes, I do think she's forgiven you. But you know..."

Milliardo silenced Wufei with a kiss that stole both their breaths away. They lay back panting.

When he caught his breath again, Milliardo continued their conversation, "I know several things. One, Relena has forgiven me, a thing I find amazing and wonderful. Two, Heero has accepted my oath, that means he trusts me and that Duo has forgiven me. Another wonder and a miracle from Anchora herself. Three, I'll never be a free man. It's just not possible. There's too much chance of someone trying to use me and the people of Sanque would never conscious it."

Wufei rolled Milliardo over onto his back. "Do you mind so very much?" He straddled Milliardo's chest and looked down at him.

"You have way too many clothes on. And, no, I don't mind. I'm happy here, I have a responsible position but one that doesn't put me in authority over any people who might take that as a sign that I want another shot at a throne. I really don't know what I was thinking. There!"

Milliardo had been pulling Wufei's clothing off as he spoke and his exclamation of satisfaction made Wufei snicker. "And you don't? Strip, now!" His commanding tone of voice made Milliardo shiver.

He knelt up and started to pull his tunic off but had to stop and snicker and Wufei's busy fingers tugged at the buttons on his fly, it tickled. He controlled himself and got the tunic off. He tossed it on the floor to join Wufei's robes and trousers. Wufei pushed Milliardo over onto his back and grabbed the trousers by the hems of the legs. He pulled them off, tossing them into the air to land where they might.

Wufei looked down and realized that he had Milliardo flat on his back with both long legs in the air. As he had hold of Milliardo's ankles, he just pushed gently to force his knees to his chest. Milliardo obediently bent his legs for Wufei.

Wufei just took a moment to gazed at his treasure, spread so trustingly before him. Milliardo was hard and leaking a bit already, his scrotum was tight against his groin, proving his need.

Milliardo smiled up at Wufei, allowing him to manipulate his body any way he wished. He calmly spread his knees and stretched his arms over his head, grasping the headboard to brace himself he waited.

He didn't have long to wait, Wufei stroked his chest teasing at his nipples as he did so. Milliardo gripped the headboard in order not to writhe like a fool. It didn't help much. Wufei was attacking his nipples alternately sucking one and pinching the other. The sensations of Wufei's agile fingers plucking at a saliva slick nipple had them peaking into hard points of sensation in moments.

Wufei stopped what he was doing for a moment as Milliardo started to let his legs drop to the bed. "No, stay exactly like that."

Milliardo moaned but obeyed. Wufei kissed him, spending enough time that Milliardo felt thoroughly plundered. Not that he minded, the soft sounds he made were all of encouragement. Wufei settled on Milliardo's chest and nibbled on his ear, Milliardo gave up all sense and just moaned and writhed, begging softly, "please, Wufei, something ... do something."

Wufei slowly rubbed their groins together making Milliardo whimper. Wufei did some whimpering of his own.

Milliardo raised his head to gain Wufei's lips again. He nipped at the pouting lower lip and nuzzled under Wufei's chin. Wufei caught Milliardo behind the head to help him keep the delicious contact. Milliardo finally fell back with a sigh.

"Oh, that's nice. More? Please?"

Wufei tipped his head back to allow Milliardo better access. Milliardo pulled him down onto the bed and rolled so that they were side by side.

"It's your Oath Day so you can have anything you want."

Milliardo sighed, "Thank you. Ride me."

"Don't I always?"

Milliardo just laughed softly. "You're always so careful of me. I'm tough. I won't break. Make me feel it for a week. Please?"

Wufei nipped his way from Milliardo's navel to his chin. "Very well. But if you're sore tomorrow don't blame me."

"I'm begging you for it. Don't make me grovel too."

"Ok, I won't. But you do look so good on your knees."

Wufei slid down a bit so that he could suckle one of Milliardo's nipples. He sucked and nibbled on the pouting flesh until it hardened and peaked. When he turned his attentions to the other, Milliardo whimpered a protest at the switch until Wufei latched onto the neglected mate and sucked hard. Milliardo yelped, arching his back in surprise and pleasure.

Wufei smirked into Milliardo's chest, he'd been begging Wufei to take him hard for weeks. Wufei decided that this was the right night to do it. They wouldn't be expected to do anything tomorrow, so Wufei was going to give Milliardo exactly what he wanted. He just hoped it was.

"Lay on your side." Milliardo settled on his side pulling his top leg up to his chest. "I love you."

Milliardo stiffened then relaxed to near bonelessness. "I love you too." He felt like he'd been pole axed, Wufei loved him. He sighed.

Wufei dipped his fingers into a small jar of salve he'd wedged between the pillows. He pushed at Milliardo's thigh to make him move it closer to his chest. "There, good. Are you sure you want me to do this? Really sure? I won't abuse you, you know. If you're doing this just because you think I want it, don't."

Milliardo snarled softly, "If you don't take me soon, you'll have to chain me in the mad house." He wriggled his hips attempting to entice Wufei into doing whatever he was going to do more quickly.

Wufei smacked him on the hip, making him groan deep in his chest. That groan tipped Wufei over the edge. All he could think of was how much he wanted to ravish Milliardo, leaving him in a sweating heap.

Wufei started by stroking Milliardo's back, that powerful, smoothly muscled back that he loved to touch. Milliardo hissed his approval softly.

Wufei slipped a finger into Milliardo's body and eased him, requesting he open to the intrusion. Milliardo moaned softly and muttered, "I won't break you know. Harder."

"In a moment, my impatient one. Unless you want a good figging instead."

Milliardo whimpered a little at the thought of the burn but realized that he was hardening. "Later. If you like."

Wufei trailed a combination of nips and licks across Milliardo's back and shoulders that left him shivering, completely forgetting the finger in him. That clever finger suddenly thrust, stabbing unerringly into his ‘jewel', he yelped then shuddered as sparks danced up his spine. Wufei stroked his finger in and out a few times, watching Milliardo try very hard not to wriggle. His moaning got louder and more demanding. Wufei was sure he would have been begging if he wasn't already beyond coherent speech

With one hand already busy Wufei decided that he should find something to do with the other which was to toy with Milliardo's nipple. A quick pinch elicited another yelp and he used the sting of the pinch to distract Milliardo long enough to add more salve to his fingers, before stabbing three fingers into him in one thrust. Milliardo thrust his hips down on Wufei's fingers as hard as he could. Wufei smacked him again for this and opened his fingers a bit then pulled his fingers out most of the way as he gave Milliardo's nipple a pinch and a twist. Assaulted by sensation all Milliardo could do was cry out his pleasure.

"Like that?"

Milliardo scrambled to find enough active brain cells to groan, "Oh, yes. More please. More, more!"

"Pushy slave."

"Yes, master. Pushy, you should punish me by doing that some more."

Wufei bit at the heavy muscle in the bend of Milliardo's neck, then licked the sting away. "I'll warn you one more time, beautiful. You'll be sore tomorrow."

Milliardo shrugged, a rather amusing thing since he was laying on his side, one leg pulled up to his chest the other bent enough to brace him from rolling. "Don't care. I'm not fragile, not glass. Please. I need to feel it. Really feel it. All day tomorrow and the day after too."

Wufei thrust his fingers against that bundle of nerves again, and again. "Very well. No mercy then."

And Wufei swarmed all over Milliardo like a blanket. He kissed, licked, nipped and sucked. Milliardo writhed, moaned and begged shamelessly.

After Wufei had driven Milliardo to total incoherency, he nudged him over onto his back.

Easing him into position with his rump on a pillow and his elegant legs splayed wide, Wufei slicked himself and eased into Milliardo's willing, accepting body and started moving. He set a pace that he could keep for quite a while, making sure to hit Milliardo's sweet spot with every stroke. He had to admit that it felt wonderful. Milliardo's tight, wet heat nearly sent him over the edge. He controlled himself ruthlessly. This night was for Milliardo, a celebration of his vows. Wufei stifled his moan by pressing his face into Millardo's neck.

Wufei moved faster stabbing into Milliardo with a ruthless rythem that had them both crying out in unison. They screamed out their completion together. Although the next day Wufei would deny screaming with great indignation.

"Oh, Anchora. That was ..." Milliardo struggled to complete the sentence. "I think I'm dead."

"Can't be. You're talking. Lay back." Milliardo thought he should get up and clean off then he thought ‘forget it. I'll just be sticky.' Wufei thought different. He got out of bed, but didn't have far to go. He'd set up a basin and pitcher with wash cloths and towels earlier. All he had to do was take a step. He cleaned them both up and crawled in bed beside Milliardo who was nearly asleep.

"How do you feel?"

"Sleepy. If some noisy bastard would shut up, I'd go to sleep."

"I still have that gag." Wufei's amused tone made Milliardo smile.

"Maybe later. Sleep now." He snuggled down in the covers and pulled Wufei close.

"Fine, sleep now."

Cook sighed, the screaming had awakened her so she'd gotten up to make some tea. She just shook her head, "Those boys. They'll be dead in the morning." She smiled as she went back to bed.

~ * ~

The next morning they wished Relena a good journey and then adjourned to meet in the kitchen. No one thought anything about it, even though it was unusual, to say the least, that nobles would eat in a kitchen. Cook just overlooked their meal with a benign expression on her face.

Wufei and Milliardo looked ravaged. Wufei had a sloe-eyed look and Milliardo a silly smile.

Quatre and Trowa didn't look much better, and Duo and Heero were nearly falling asleep in their food. Cook made sure that they had ‘wake up' tea and left them to their own devices.

Duo gazed at Milliardo for a moment then asked in a laughing tone of voice. "Having trouble sitting?"

MIlliardo smirked at him. "I'm just a poor, well-fucked slave. How about you?"

Duo shoveled eggs onto a piece of toast, shoved it into his mouth then mumbled around it. "Me? Sleep? What's that?" he snickered and glanced at Trowa. "And you, my lanky friend?"

Trowa gave him a wide-eyed look then grinned. "Rode hard and put away very wet. Tea? Please? I'm parched."

The tea was dutifully passed and Cook replenished their plates. She couldn't help but smile. The three couples looked so happy together. She knew that they were going to have to go their separate ways. But she also knew that they were friends for life and would be together, apart, and together again for the rest of their lives.

Cook sighed, it was too bad that Milliardo could never have his freedom, he had grown and learned. He deserved it but she knew why he couldn't have it. The hopes of some greedy men would, sooner or later, involve him in a revolt. Whether he wanted to be in one or not. She was just glad that he could still be in the priesthood. She'd enjoyed his presiding over the last rites in the temple Wufei had had repaired. And she had to admit that his beer was much better than hers. Who would have suspected that the man had a passion for beer and ale. Or that he would be able to do more than just talk about it. She shook her head and dished out cereal.

The six men ate the cereal without complaint. Cook didn't make oatmeal, or rather her oatmeal was special, filled with dried fruit, nuts and honey, it was a treat.

Heero spoke around a mouth full of cream laden oatmeal. "Milliardo, I'm sorry I can't do more for you. You're still a priest and welcome to manage the religious needs of Anchorites in the domain. You're also Wufei's confidant, and that's good. But you can never be free to be used ..."

Milliardo just held up a hand, toast and all. "Never mind. I deserve my punishment. If I hadn't been such a jealous fool, I could have convinced Relena to make me more than a figurehead sooner or later. I'm content. I have my brewing, which I find very satisfying. I can bear arms in Master Wufei's defense. Our workouts are a pleasure. I don't mind submitting to him." Milliardo gave Wufei a languishing look. "He makes it so very pleasurable. Don't pity me. I don't need it. Will you be coming back later this year?" Heero accepted the obvious change of subject with good grace. He poked Duo under the table and got a small nod in return.

Quatre gave Trowa a significant look which Trowa returned. "Well, I'm glad. I don't have to worry about Wufei anymore. Or you. Jelly?" Quatre passed the jar to Milliardo who slathered some on his toast, only to yelp in indignation as Wufei plucked it out of his hand.

"That's enough of that! I'll not have a food fight in my kitchens." Cook smacked Wufei on the shoulder with a spoon, making him roll his eyes at her. "And don't you roll your eyes at me, young man. Now, here's more toast and some cream. Fresh tea too." She placed the food on the table and went back to her preparations for lunch.

Wufei took more tea and sighed with pleasure. "I'm glad, Milliardo, that you've ... not given up but ... matured? Yes, matured. I was truly worried that you'd never get a clue."

Milliardo smiled back. "Hard headed? Me? No!" he clutched at his chest dramatically. Quatre snorted into his tea and Trowa handed him a napkin.

That broke the group up and they all went to their various duties laughter trailing in their wake.

Heero and Duo didn't take long to go over the business of the domain with Wufei, Milliardo in attendance. Quatre and Trowa just took a ride around the domain.

They met again at lunch and spent the rest of the afternoon together playing chess and giving each other bad advice on the next play. They went to bed early as Duo, Heero, Quatre and Trowa were leaving early the next morning to return to the Capitol.

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Milliardo handed up the stirrup cup, smiling at Heero. Heero took it with a nod, drained half of it and handed the cup onto Duo. Wufei handed up a similar cup to Trowa who also drank half and handed his cup to Quatre. Quatre finished off his draft at the same time Duo finished his.

"Well, we'll be leaving now. See you in four months. Milliardo, I'm glad you decided to be smart. Wufei didn't need a reluctant companion. I hope you have a good life. We'll never mention this again." Heero smiled again and, jerking his head to Duo to follow, he spurred his horse and rode out the gate. Duo followed and Quatre and Trowa offered quick words of farewell and followed.

Milliardo just smiled and started singing the prayer for travelers, Wufei joined in. Their duet ringing out joyously.

~ * ~

Osuwari - sort of. There's two side stories, one for each of the other couples. They'll be written as the inspiration strikes me.

Also, to those who asked. Quatre's present was a jar of lube, which I promptly forgot about.

See below for some interesting links.

German beer brewing laws.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Reinheitsgebot
Description of rope pump
http://www.demotech.org/d-design/designA.html?d=43
Flash video of pump in use
http://www.demotech.org/d-index.php
Thanks to Demotech for the links