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Table No. 2	By : Michalyn Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1392 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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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. Thanks to Allison for the quick beta.
Table No. 2

by Michalyn

For 30-kisses themes #29
The Sound of Waves, #15, Perfect Blue and #27 Overflow

Notes: Well here's another
fic featuring married Treize and Wufei with a bit of a racier twist. I was craving
13x5 lemon and I'm afraid this was my wholly unoriginal excuse for citrus. Still,
I hope you enjoy!

Removing his sunglasses, Wufei stared into the bright July sky. The resort was
idyllic. Too bad he would be holed up in conference rooms for most of his visit
and would see little of its perfect blue waters and white sand beaches while
he was here. He was a strong swimmer, but with a hectic schedule it was hard
to find time for the simple pleasures. Those simple pleasures were even
harder to resist when the conference was on the exciting topic
of the effect of emerging technologies on the academe. But, Wufei mused, he
was the new guy in the Philosophy Department, and new guys always got the work
no one else wanted to do. Wufei sighed and dragged his pull-along suitcase to
the hotel's front desk, where he nodded to the attendant.

"Hello there."

The young woman behind the front desk
smiled. "Checking in, sir?"

"Yes. Last name Chang ... Khushrenada."
Wufei's face warmed at the stumble, and he found himself involuntarily twisting
the gold band around his finger. The ring may have already been on long enough
to leave its pale imprint on Wufei's finger, but the hyphenation of names that
said so much still took a little getting used to. Thoughts of rings and names
led to thoughts of the man who had caused all of it, and Wufei could not help regretting
how long the conference would keep him away from Treize. True, it was only a
week, and between the workshops and presentations Wufei was sure it would pass
quickly enough. However, their marriage had coincided with the attainment of his tenure, and this
was the first time since the wedding that he would be traveling alone. Sleeping in an
unfamiliar bed would be hard. Harder still without the comfort of Treize's
arms around him...

"Sir?" The attendant's voice
was expectant.

"Ah!" Wufei quickly shook himself
back to the present. "My apologies. The reservation should be under Chang-Khushrenada."

"Let's see here ... Ah, perfect.
If you would please sign here, sir? Your room number is 241."

"Thanks." Wufei took the keycard
and moved to gather up his things.

"Chang? Chang Wufei, is that you?"

Wufei turned, wincing at the unmistakable
bellow. It seemed that contrary to his assumption, it was possible
for things to get worse. "Harold Whitaker. What brings you to this corner
of the world?"

And why the devil couldn't the gods have
kept you in some other? Wufei added mentally. He and Whitaker had graduated
in the same undergraduate class, and though the years had put much between
them, Wufei could see very little had changed about the tall blond. Wufei spotted
the same arrogance in his swagger, the same cocky smirk on Whitaker's lips that
Wufei had associated with him as an undergraduate. Harold was always good looking
and had become even more so over the years as the breadth and depth of his shoulders
deepened and his jaw became more defined. Wufei could only hope the inane attraction
the other man had felt for him had dissolved in time's currents.

He would not be so lucky.

"Ah, I'm here on vacation--alone,"
Whitaker informed Wufei, with all his usual subtlety. "I have my own clothing
business now, did you know? Been in the corporate world for quite a few years
now."

"No ... no ... I had not heard,"
Wufei murmured, discreetly checking his watch. He stifled a sigh. Why on earth
must he be subjected to this when all he wanted was a nice, long shower, a glass
of wine to ease his tired muscles and a comfortable bed to collapse onto while
he called Treize?

"And you? Looks like you're checking
in."

Wufei nodded, explaining about his job
and the conference.

"Ah, that means we'll be bumping into
each other throughout the week." Harold's grin broadened. "It's really
good to see you, Wufei ... really good. You haven't changed a
bit in all these years," he murmured, holding Wufei's eye. "What do you
say to a drink just between old friends?"

"I appreciate the offer, Harold,
but unfortunately I have some papers to review, in addition to being quite tired
from the flight. If I mean to get any work done this evening, it is probably
best that I turn in a little earlier than usual."

"Still prim and proper," Harold
laughed. "Still hot as hell. I always wanted to get under that prissy little
exterior of yours and see what was underneath."

"Yes, well..." Wufei buffed his
glasses, "I believe that's my cue to take my leave."

"Come on, Wufei, it's not like I'm
asking you to party the night away. What harm can one or two drinks do?"

Wufei sighed. If there was one thing about
Whitaker, he was persistent to the point of tenacity. While they were speaking,
he had effectively moved to block Wufei's view of the exit and was now standing
between Wufei's luggage and the elevator. Escaping him now would involve more
effort than Wufei had the energy for at the moment. Besides, if he didn't give
in now, Whitaker would no doubt hound him for the entire week. This way, Wufei
could appease Whitaker's need to reminisce and have no qualms about refusing
him for the duration of his stay.

"All right, but only one drink,"
Wufei warned. "Could you give me a moment to get myself settled in my room?
I'll meet you in the lobby in about an hour."

"Sure thing." Harold smiled
and Wufei inwardly groaned as the other man began walking with him towards the
elevator. "I was thinking of grabbing a shower myself. What floor are you
on?"

Wufei hesitated, unable to think of anything
more disastrous than Harold knowing his precise whereabouts. Given that the
man seemed hell-bent on accompanying him, however, he could see no way around revealing
something of his room's location. Leaning against the metal bar on the elevator's
far wall, Wufei closed his eyes. "I'm on two."

"Oh yeah?" Harold's voice vibrated
with pleasure. "So am I."

Damn it, damn it, damn it. Wufei
scowled as the doors dinged open and they were deposited on the second floor.
"All right then, Harold, I'm heading off in this direction. I'll see you
downstairs in a bit." Wufei heard Harold's muffled footsteps on the carpet
as the other man trailed behind him.

"I'm actually this way, too..."

Wufei picked up his pace, eager to escape
to the solitude of his own room. He slid the card through the slot, and it was
with some shock that Wufei looked up to find Harold mirroring his action--on
the door right next to his. He could only stare dumbly as the blond grinned.

"Well, what do you know? This must
be fate! Looks like we'll be neighbors, Wufei."

o-o-o

The bar was more crowded than expected
for a mid-Saturday afternoon. Much to Wufei's disappointment, instead of
being able to perch on the barstools near the door, they were led to a
table near the terrace. The view from where they sat was breathtaking. Just
outside the railing, a bower of purple bougainvillea was spreading its papery
blossoms. The scent of salt was sharp in the air; they were so close to the
sea that they could hear the sound of waves crashing against the shore. Under
any other circumstances, Wufei would have relished having one of the best seats
in the house. As it was, he feared the romantic backdrop would only serve to encourage
ideas in Harold that Wufei did not wish him to entertain. It was impossible,
though, to be completely impervious to the view, and Wufei made a note to recommend
the resort to Treize. Perhaps they could take a short vacation when things settled
down somewhat.

Wufei sipped his margarita, listening
while Harold rambled on about his various exploits. The blond was obviously
not prepared to let Wufei get a word in edgewise, and Wufei was equally as uninterested
in engaging him beyond the usual polite requisites. All in all it was quite
pleasant. The breeze was cool against his skin and for all of Harold's monopoly
of the conversation, the other man was relaxed and had not done anything untoward.
Wufei cast a wary eye at Harold's second glass of whiskey. Hopefully he would
have no cause for concern.

"So, what about you? What's been
going on in your life?"

Wufei shook his head. "Nothing exciting
to report. Like I mentioned, I'm with the Philosophy Department at Milbourne
U. now. I'm still settling in there, so it's hard to have any concrete impressions
of the job yet, but I think I will enjoy it."

"Hmm," Harold purred, "still
buried in your books, I see."

Wufei smiled. "Yes."

"Beautiful..." Harold's hand
moved to cover Wufei's. His gray eyes were intense as he leaned forward. "You're
beautiful when you smile, Wufei."

Wufei quickly drew back. This was exactly
what he had wanted to avoid. Leaving his drink unfinished, he rose from the table.
"I'm sorry Harold, but I think it's best that I take my exit here if we want
to part on good terms."

Harold's hand shot out to snare Wufei's
wrist. "What is it? Is there someone else?"

Wufei shook him off with deceptive ease.
"Yes ... yes, you could say just that."

Harold's face twisted. "Who is he?
Whatever he's offering, I can more than match it. If you're still this skittish
after all these years, clearly you haven't had a real man in your bed. You've
been running from me since our college days. Well, I won't let you go this time.
One night, Wufei, that's all I ask for." The larger man stood. Caught in the
act of leaving, Wufei found himself wedged between the chair and the wall, so
that it was impossible to move away when Harold leaned in to whisper to him.
"Don't worry, I know you're the shy type, but I promise to take good care
of you, Baby. I'll fuck you so sweetly, you'll never want to return to him."

Wufei grimaced, not sure what to be more
disgusted by--Harold's crude proposition or the fact that he was totally oblivious
to his own repulsiveness.

"Forgive me, Harold, but as ... honorable ... as your intentions
are, I believe I will pass. Now, if you'll excuse me..." Wufei deftly reversed
their positions. Dropping a few dollars on the table for his drink, he proceeded
to make his way to the elevator.

"Damn it, Wufei--" Harold began
moving forward to intercept Wufei again.

"Drink from the gentleman at table
two, sir."

"What?"

The waiter nodded at Harold. "He
was quite insistent that I give this to the blond gentleman seated near the
terrace."

"My god, the ineptitude of you people!
Can't you see this is a mistake? There's no one sitting over there!" Harold's
curse was followed by the waiter's confused tones.

"Ah, that is ... but he was sitting
right there only a moment ago..."

Wufei did not bother to stay for the rest
of the squabble. The diversion was just what he needed to make his escape, and
he was not about to look a gift horse in the mouth. It would be quite unfortunate
if the faculty at his University were to find out that their new professor was involved in
a brawl--and there would have been violence if Harold had persisted in the same
repellant vein.

Once in his room, Wufei undressed and
finally treated himself to the hot shower he had been craving. Afterward, he
tried calling Treize, intending to let his husband know he had arrived safely,
but he got Treize's voice mail instead. After leaving a short message that asked Treize
to call him back on his cell-phone, Wufei stretched out on the bed for a nap.
It seemed that less than an hour had passed, however, when he was roused by the
sound of someone knocking on his door. Exhausted and irritated, Wufei tightened
his robe about him, prepared to let Harold know just what he thought of his
boorish insistence. He flung the door open, scathing words ready on his lips.

"I have tried to be patient, but
it appears that I will have no choice but to be blunt. If you..." Wufei's tirade
caught in his throat. "Treize?"

Treize, looking dapper in slacks and a
button-down shirt, raised a bottle of champagne. He stepped through the door,
his voice becoming husky as he took in Wufei's rumpled appearance. "Room
service."

o-o-o

Wufei watched as Treize set the champagne
in a bucket of ice on the table. "What on earth are you doing here?"

Treize shrugged, pulling Wufei into his
arms. "You were only gone for a few hours before I realized how lonely
the house was without you, so I thought I would come to visit. And not a moment
too soon, it appears." Treize raised an eyebrow. "Who is your new friend?"

Wufei groaned, letting his head fall against
Treize's chest. "You saw that?"

"Indeed I did," Treize murmured,
stroking Wufei's back. "You should be thanking me for being such a faithful
husband and protecting you so valiantly, you know."

Wufei frowned. "You mean you...?"

"Gentleman at table number two, at
your service. I know you can take care of yourself, but a little intervention
seemed timely just then." Treize lifted Wufei onto the bed. "And that
ogre was who, again?"

"Harold Whitaker. We went to the
same university. Even though he was a business major, we ended up in a lot of
the same classes together. It was one of those situations where circumstances
dictated that we hang out with each other, but we never became friends in any
true sense. At least, I never perceived us as such. I ran into him while
I was checking in earlier. He had a thing for me back in the old days, and I
was hoping to avoid him altogether, but he was so insistent that I agreed. Plus,"
Wufei continued, "it turns out he's in the room next door, so there really
was no chance of slipping off unnoticed. For a while there, though, he was actually
pleasant until I realized his feelings for me were not buried as deeply in the
past as I'd hoped."

"Clearly." Treize tugged at
the belt of Wufei's robe. "What the devil did he want?"

Wufei's lips twisted. "What do you
think? He was just expounding the virtues of his technique when you interrupted.
Apparently he was not convinced you were up to the task of being my mate."

"Humph." Treize nuzzled Wufei's
neck, even as he parted the soft robe to bare Wufei to his gaze. His eyes darkened
and he made a pleased sound. "He is rather attractive, though."

Wufei sighed, hearing the unspoken question
in Treize's voice. It still startled him sometimes, these flashes of insecurity
in the normally proud man. How could Treize even doubt he was the one Wufei
needed? Cupping Treize's face, Wufei pulled him down to his level. "Yes, he is
attractive, but he is not you."

Treize turned his head to place a kiss
at the center of Wufei's palm. "Hmm, is that so? What part of me?"

Wufei colored. "I was thinking of
the whole man, not the sum of his parts."

Treize made a breathy sound against Wufei's
neck. "Ah, I'm disappointed. I should have thought at least certain
parts would have made a better impression than that on you." His thumb
circled Wufei's left nipple. "Perhaps dear old Harold is onto something."

"Idiot," Wufei gasped. "Don't
be deliberately obtuse."

Treize captured Wufei's mouth, suckling
gently on Wufei's bottom lip before letting him go. "Would you like to
know which parts of you I like best?" he husked, hot breath fanning against
Wufei's lips.

"Why do I get the feeling you're
going to tell me anyway?" Wufei panted.

Treize laughed--a rich, mellow sound--as
his fingers tangled in Wufei's hair. "Half right, my darling. I mean to
show you as well."

Treize trailed slow kisses from Wufei's
throat to his chest. Hovering above Wufei's left nipple, his tongue stole out
to circle the tightened peak. Treize held himself poised above Wufei's chest,
blowing on the wet flesh until Wufei made a protesting sound and moved restlessly
against him, demanding that Treize take him deeper into his mouth. When Treize
obliged him, Wufei groaned. The more he made love with Treize, the more helpless
he was to master his desire. Treize had barely touched him, and already the
edges of his control were unraveling. Yet, if he was going to be undone, Wufei
mused, pushing at Treize's shoulders, the very least he could do was even the
playing field.

"You're a terrible tease, you know
that?" he murmured against Treize's lips. He found Treize's shirt buttons
and one by one undid them, even as he lavished kisses on Treize's face
and throat. A ghost of aftershave lingered on the underside of Treize's jaw,
and Wufei buried his face in that warm hollow and sighed. He knew Treize's body
by scent, from the soapy fragrance that clung to Treize's chest, to the wilder
sweetness nestled in the hollows of his armpits, to the musky aroma between
his thighs. Each was branded into his memory, and Wufei had come to associate
them with Treize's tender embraces and the simple security of married life.
It embarrassed him to the think he could be so sentimental, but Wufei found
he was helpless to stop it just the same.

Lifting his head long enough to slip the
shirt off of Treize's shoulders, Wufei kissed Treize's chest and abdomen. When
he lingered at Treize's navel, it pleased him to hear the older man's sharp
intake of breath and to feel the quivering of the muscles beneath his lips.
Treize so often brought him to ecstasy, but more than that, Wufei treasured
when they were like this, with Treize stroking his hair and whispering
words meant only for Wufei's ears. Most of all, he coveted the hot, secret movements
of Treize's body--the unmistakable evidence of Treize's desire--that told Wufei
he was not alone in his need.

Wufei fondled Treize through his pants.
When he finally slipped Treize's slacks off, he found the flushed tip of his
arousal already peeking above the waistband of his briefs. The sight alone nearly
unmanned him and Wufei moaned, trembling.

"Do you like what you see, my love?"

"I like this part of you very much,"
Wufei whispered, leaning forward to taste that delicate flesh. Treize groaned,
his hips rocking a slow rhythm and his fingers tightening in Wufei's hair.

"Wufei ... Wufei ... allow me to
return the favor."

Wufei shook his head, not yet ready to
relinquish his treat. He chose that particular moment to engulf Treize's erection,
and any protest the older man might have made ended in an abortive shout. Eventually
though, Treize was able to rally his wits long enough to coax them into a position
more to his liking. The new arrangement put Wufei's face directly in line with
Treize's hips. On the one hand, Wufei was free to enjoy the delights before him
without hindrance; on the other, the position put him in the same predicament
as his husband. Treize now had complete access to his most violently sensitive
parts. Wufei frowned, suddenly having second thoughts about the situation's
merits.

"Treize?" he ventured shakily.
"Perhaps ... not ... not this. You know how it ended last time."

"Yes, yes, I remember it quite gloriously,"
Treize rumbled, pleasure clear in his voice, and Wufei flushed more hotly. They
had done this before, but to Wufei's mortification, he had found it impossible to
keep his end of the bargain when Treize was lavishing him with caresses. He
had ended up sprawled and sated against Treize while his husband had remained unsatisfied
... at least temporarily so. As pleasurable as that had been, Wufei preferred
to avoid a repeat incident. He glanced over his shoulder just in time to see
Treize eying the curve of his spine with a look that was nothing short of ravenous.
Wufei swallowed.

"All right ... but just enough so
I can keep up, okay?" he tried to reason with Treize.

"Hmm." Treize's response was
accompanied by the feel of his lips sliding up Wufei's leg. He mouthed Wufei's
erection but his caresses remained deft and light so that Wufei, intent on his
own seduction, never felt overwhelmed by the pleasure. His confidence made him
bolder and he suckled Treize's balls and moved up his shaft, tongue swirling
round the sensitive head of Treize's erection. The effect on his husband was
immediately audible. Encouraged by Treize's sounds of pleasure, wanting the
experience to be as intense as possible for him, Wufei increased his attentions,
wringing another moan from Treize. Feeling devilish, he probed the delicate
opening there, and the wildness of Treize's response was so intoxicating that
Wufei was just lowering his lips again when he felt the hazy, but continuous, pleasure
Treize had been lavishing upon Wufei's own erection abruptly intensify. The
teasing mouth against his shaft was replaced by a strong, stroking hand and
Wufei had little warning before Treize parted his cheeks and his tongue flicked
over Wufei's entrance.

Wufei choked back a cry, his entire body jerking
as pleasure curled along his spine. He slumped forward, fingers clenching in
the sheets. "Tr...Treize ... you promised!"

Treize released him with a soft, wet sound
that made Wufei all too aware of how his lips had been employed. "I'm sorry,
my love, but there is nothing more pleasurable to me than seeing you like this,
and when you're clearly having your own fun ... well..." Treize's mouth
moved to suckle high up on Wufei's inner thigh. "You can hardly expect
me not to have mine. Move your knees a little further apart, darling."

"I really ... don't ... think..."
Wufei groaned as Treize found him again, this time probing deeply.

"Does it feel good?"

"Yes ... but I can't ... this way..."
Wufei shook his head, giving up any attempts at speech.

"You've done quite enough, I think,"
Treize rumbled. "Just let me enjoy myself now." His tongue probed
delicately at Wufei, and Wufei shuddered. By the time Treize was done, Wufei
could only cling to his husband as he was lifted and turned, and Treize's fingers
slipped into him, preparing him for what was to come. Yet even with this, Treize
would not be rushed; his fingers dipped in and withdrew, prolonging each movement
into a caress. Wufei could not help the rocking of his hips, nor the way his
nails bit into Treize's shoulders. But then he had learned to hide nothing from
Treize, from his pain to the endless overflow of emotion that sprung within
him when their bodies were joined like this. Wufei pulled Treize to him and
kissed him fiercely.

"Ready?" Treize panted as his
hips slowly pressed forward.

"Always," Wufei murmured, rising
up to meet him.

o-o-o

Someone was knocking on the door. Treize squinted against the morning sunlight
and eased Wufei out of his arms, careful not to wake him. There were still a
few hours before the younger man had to begin getting ready for the conference
and considering the night they had spent, Treize saw no need to wake Wufei any earlier
than was strictly necessary. Tugging on his pants, he padded groggily to the
door and opened it to find Whitaker on the other side, gripping a bunch of roses
and wearing a smile that faltered when he saw Treize.

"Good morn... Oh," Whitaker's
lips twisted, "you must be lover-boy."

"Can I help you?" Treize asked,
not bothering to conceal his displeasure. He extended his hand to the other
man. "Treize Chang-Khushrenada. I don't believe I've had the pleasure."

Harold's eyes widened. "Chang-Khush..."

"Treize?" Wufei called sleepily
from the bed. "What are you doing? Come back to bed."

Whitaker froze. Perhaps it was the timeliness
of Wufei's interruption, or perhaps it was the particular huskiness of his voice that
spoke of more than just grogginess which finally drove it home to the blond, but in that
moment he finally seemed to see Treize. His gaze tracked from Treize's tousled hair
to his bare feet, to his hastily-fastened trousers and back up again. Whitaker was
staring at Treize's right shoulder with such intensity that, puzzled, Treize raised
his fingers to the point in question, only to wince as he discovered the throbbing
ring of teeth marks there. He had not noticed the bruise, but now a number of little
aches and pains made themselves known as Treize became aware of other bites and
scratches Wufei had left across his shoulders and back. He could only imagine the
picture he must make, and as Whitaker's eyes met his, Treize knew Wufei could not
have elected a more effective way to illustrate which man he had chosen. Faced
with the unmistakable evidence before him, Whitaker seemed torn between anger and
perverse desire. Behind them, Wufei could be heard stirring. Whitaker moved forward,
craning to see over Treize's shoulder.

Treize raised a hand to the door frame,
firmly blocking Whitaker's view. "Was there anything else?" he asked
with a raised eyebrow.

The blond's eyes hardened for a moment,
but then he shook his head. "No ... I guess not," he ground out, turning
to go. A janitor's cart was parked halfway down the hall, and as he whirled,
Whitaker tossed the bouquet of roses into it. Satisfied, Treize returned to
the bed and pulled Wufei into his arms again.

"Who was it?" Wufei asked, snuggling
against Treize's side.

"Just someone with the wrong room
number. I let him know he was quite mistaken, and though he seemed a little doubtful
at first," Treize replied, placing a kiss against Wufei's forehead, "I
think he finally got the message."

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