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Say Ahh	By : Michalyn Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 866 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing/AC, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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I make no claim to any of the Gundam
Wing characters. This story is written for my, and hopefully others' enjoyment
and not for monetary profit. A huge thanks to Diane for the beta

Say Ahh

by Michalyn

For 30-kisses theme #18 and #23, Candy

"Mr. Khushrenada?"

"Yes?" Treize looked up from
the battered house-keeping magazine he was reading--skimming really--to stem
his nervousness.

"The doctor will see you right now."

"Ah, thanks." Treize checked
his hair and tried to still his shaking hands.

He hated dentists. Hated them and their
orthodontic cousins he had become familiar with during his pre-teen years. Treize
hated their white, antiseptic offices, and their latex-gloved hands. Hated their
chilled, protruding instruments, the clacking of metal against enamel and the
pinch of rubber wedged against a tender palette. He shrank from their eyes hidden
behind goggles, from their masked and muffled mouths, from their sensible shoes
tapping to the whir of drills. Treize hated the entire dental profession with
such venom that getting him to go to his yearly visits was (he grimaced at the
unfortunate expression) like pulling teeth.

There was only one problem. A quandry
so insurmountable that it brought tears to Treize's eyes.

He loved sweet things: candies, lollipops,
dark melting chocolate, puff pastries, pies, cheesecakes, ice-encrusted frappés,
Pfefferkuchen, compotes de pommes, cherry biscotti, crème caramel.

It seemed too cruel a fate to bear. He
had consulted diviners, psychics, mystics and blind old men, but they all confirmed
it. Something about the time of his birth, the milky way (ah, sweet, sweet chocolate!)
and the constellations of his nativity being in perfect alignment.

He had a sweet tooth.

That fine instrument of taste, that boon
to patissieres and confectioners everywhere. He knew over 116 sweet flavors,
could detect at a nibble the richness of honey, the hint of vanilla extract,
whether sugar had been crystallized from cane plucked in Florida, Thailand or
the heat of Trinidad--or if it had been boiled from beets in Russia. Treize
did not just love sugar, he lived it. He loved reading about it, loved the baroque
music of its names: Demerara, Muscovado, Panocha, Piloncillo, Turbinado and
the lady-like Panela. Sugar powdered Treize's dreams and its lack haunted his
nightmares. Valentine's Day and Christmas were his favorite times of year. A
stray note of Tchaikovsky's sugar-plum fairies brought him to tears.

However, the proof of any discipline,
the mettle of any devotee is tested in the pain that is necessary to achieving
mastery. The purpled shins of the rock climber, the guitarist's calluses, the
writer's cramped hands and for Treize, that worm in the apple of paradise--a
cavity.

He sighed, approaching the door the nurse
had directed him to with mingled pride and fear. Knocking softly, he peeked
inside.

"Hello there, please come in."
The man nodded. "I'm Dr. Chang. I hope Belinda told you. Dr. Stewart has
found another position and I'll be taking her place."

Dark hair, quick capable hands, cinnamon
skin and eyes of melting chocolate. Treize's knees weakened and he melted into
the reclining chair.

"No ... no I wasn't told, but I don't
mind." He licked his lips. "I don't mind at all."

Dr Chang smiled down at him. "I'm
told you have a cavity, Mr. Khushrenada?"

"Yess." Treize stared
into those molten eyes, his fingers curling on the piping of the chair. Dr.
Chang leaned over him and he was enveloped in the other man's scent: a freshness,
a sweetness ... an aura like a kiss of sugary essence.

"All right." Dr. Chang snapped
on his gloves. "Say ahh."

"Of course...." Treize shivered
and sighed. He closed his eyes and opened his mouth wide. A yearning as slow
and sharp as molasses seeped through him and nimble sugar-plum faires danced
in his head .

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