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The Broken Seal	By : Michalyn Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1827 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Broken Seal
- 2-Chapter Two
- 1
- 2
Author's
Note: Remember I said something about this fic being two chapters? Well Treize,
Wufei ans Zechs had some ideas of their own. >_< I'm now up to three chapters.
Hopefully the boys will be satisfied with that!

I don't own Wufei, Treize or Zechs
though I sorely wish I did. Many thanks
to Devil Chick for the beta.

The Broken Seal

by Michalyn

Part Two of Three

Rating: MA

Wufei's blood boiled. Not demons? Obviously
they took him for a fool. If they were not evil, why the hell was his life dedicated
to guarding them and preventing exactly the kind of situation they were in right
now?

"You expect me to fall for that?"
Wufei spat, raising his hands to strike.

"Actually, Zechs is speaking the truth."
Khushrenada stepped forward, making a placating gesture.

As angry as he was, the movement did give
Wufei pause since the demon had no reason to pander to Wufei, given his strength.
Then again ...the deception and cunning of demons was also legend. This reasonable
facade was no doubt part of an elaborate scheme to lure him into their cruel
clutches. Wufei shook his head.

"Don't waste your breath with these
lies. I'll say it again. Fight me or leave."

"My fiery little mage, as inspiring
as that passion of yours is, you need to stop and think for a moment. In all
the time we've been here have you once felt a stirring of black energy?"

"Of course I ha..." Wufei paused,
frowning. It was true. Though the cottage all but vibrated with power, not a
whiff of it resonated of anything sinister. How did he not notice it before?
No... it couldn't be. He was succumbing to their lies again. Maybe they had
found a way to conceal their negative energy. If any demons could do it, these
two could. "No. You were responsible for hurting so many of our clan long
ago. I know your misdeeds and even a thousand years could not erase them,"
Wufei ground out.

Khushrenada looked stricken, and beside
him, Merquise turned his face toward the fire, his fists clenching at his sides.
When neither spoke, it seemed that Wufei's words had disarmed them where all
his previous attacks had failed. Finally Khushrenada met his eyes.

"It is true. Zechs and I did ravage
your people once. That memory is agonizing to us even now, but I swear to you
we are no longer the demons who entered Dragon Glen on that day. You have already
tested the proof for yourself. Our power is untainted." The General raised
his hand again when Wufei began to interrupt him. "Stop; think back on
the legend. You are the temple guardian; I know you cannot have forgotten it.
Tell me, how does it end?"

Wufei swallowed. "Just as the demons
were about to attack, Luo Huan exorcised--"

"Yes, exactly right," Khushrenada
interrupted. "The Loki were exorcised from our souls and after your clansman
defeated us, he entombed us in stone, but it was not because we were evil was
it?"

"But..." The power, which had
been glowing steadily around Wufei's hand faded until it was extinguished. For
some reason his heart was beating faster than ever before and he was frightened--more
frightened than he had been when he discovered the demons in his cottage and
imagined his own death. Something was slowly dawning on him and if what he suspected
was true... Wufei gasped.

"You see, don't you? At that time,
Zechs and I weren't banished because we were demons. The Loki had long been
freed from our souls. But what do you do with two immortals more powerful than
anyone else in the kingdom? You seal them up nice and tight of course. Not because
they are evil, but because they are different." Treize reached over to
caress one of Merquise's clenched fists. "Little mage, do you know what
it is like to be completely isolated from society? To not be able to touch the
one you love in a thousand years?"

"I ... I..." Wufei saw the naked
pain in both Khushrenada's and Merquise's eyes and something stirred within
him in spite of himself. Whatever the truth of the past was, he could understand
that pain. He may have never loved, but he did know something about loneliness.

Treize sighed. "And there you have
it. All we could do was make the best of it and try to atone for the suffering
we'd caused. It wasn't always easy, but as the years went by, we discovered
that even if we could not break the seals we could exert some influence
on the world around us. We began first by inducing a heavier rainfall and then
ensuring a bountiful harvest. It was our penance, and the gratitude and sheer
wonder we sensed from the village were enough to confirm we were doing the right
thing."

"Eventually the seal began to weaken
and our little "miracles" increased. Soon they became so common that
they were taken for granted. When the folktales grew around us about a blessed
land and the Dragon Clan being a chosen people, we were happy. Unable to do
much else, we saw watching over Dragon Glen as our duty. We so grew to love
this place that the chain of temple guardians who appeared in every generation
to "contain" us not only seemed excessive, but the practice itself
also struck us as wrong-headed. We already knew the price of banishment. Why
should anyone be forced into a life of solitude for our sakes?"

That struck Wufei right to the core. He
tried to give voice to the feeling in his breast but was unable to. Treize's
words affected him too deeply. Merquise, however, must have taken Wufei's silence
for antagonism and he made a derisive sound.

"Don't waste your breath, Treize. He
thinks it's all lies."

"That's not true!" Wufei hotly
retorted. He tamped his temper down with an act of will. "I'm listening
and I'm trying to give you the benefit of the doubt," he said carefully.
"But surely you cannot expect me to throw away everything I've been taught
in a single night. If you can influence the elements how do I know that this
entire storm wasn't orchestrated by you as part of some sinister plan?"

Treize's look was earnest. "What can
we say to convince you? Did we want to escape? Of course we did, but we still
weren't strong enough to break the seals on our own. Think of it. If we could,
why we would have waited one thousand years to do so? No, we didn't start that
lightning storm but we were weren't fools enough to let the chance pass us by.
It's as simple as that. I can understand your suspicion after everything you
were led to believe but we're not here to hurt Dragon Glen. Truly."

Wufei's doubt must have been written across
his features because Treize sighed. Yet, how could he not be doubtful when everything
he knew about his vocation and himself had changed in an instant? What was the
purpose of his existence? Were the last four winters of his life now meaningless?
No, not just the last four winters but his entire youth, for Wufei had been
groomed for the temple from the instant he could wield magic. And what of the
hundreds of temple guardians before him? Had they lived in isolation for an
empty dream? If Khushrenada and Merquise were speaking the truth then the weight
of that truth seemed too much to bear. Increasingly, though, Wufei feared it
was a burden he would have to shoulder. As much as he didn't want to trust Khushrenada
and Merquise, certain things Treize had said were alarmingly consistent with
what Wufei had noticed himself.

Dragon Glen was known first and foremost
for its tradition of dragon-rearing but right on the heels of that, people far
and wide spoke of the land of emerald fields. It had not always been so, however,
and Wufei was one of the few people who could appreciate that fact. Because
of his studies, he knew that before Khushrenada and Merquise were sealed, none
of the histories ever referred to such a thing and when they did mention Dragon
Glen, the area was described as a semi-arid region. At one point, a great scholar
had even projected that Dragon Glen would no longer be inhabitable in two centuries
and the clan would be forced to return to the ancient nomadic ways.

Eleven centuries later, his prophesy had
never come to pass. Instead, Dragon Glen had seen an incremental increase in
harvest yields. The river which was once little more than a trickle swelled
its banks and new springs burst from the ground. In fact, the first harvest
had been so momentous that its date was recorded in more than fifty sources--Day
One of the Fifth Dragon Cycle and exactly one hundred years to the date the
demons had been sealed.

Gods. Wufei shook his head.

"You've felt our power, have acknowledged
yourself the uncommon prosperity of Dragon Glen and yet you still doubt us?"
Treize demanded.

"He's just a stubborn brat that's all."
Merquise's' lip curled.

Why the hell was the blond so determined
to antagonize him? Wufei bristled, struggling to control his temper. "Well
forgive me for not running to you with open arms. You may be telling the truth
but your behavior here hasn't exactly inspired trust. Your average guardian
spirit doesn't go about breaking into people's homes and peeping at them in
the bath!"

"Actually," Zechs offered, "If
they watch over you all the time, it's safe to assume that they do."

Wufei's jaw ticked. The vein in his temple
throbbed.

"Ah ... Zechs, this may not
be the best time for that particular observation," Treize murmured, patting
Zechs on the shoulder and carefully steering him away from Wufei.

"But it's only logical--"

"I know, Zechs, I know, but look at
him. His face is almost as red as your tunic. I would venture that is perhaps
a small indication of his displeasure with us."

"How do you know what we're seeing
isn't the flush of desire? He is naked after all."

"What!?" Wufei flushed. Making
a choked sound, he darted behind the table, shielding himself.

"See?" Zechs smirked.

"Get out!"

"Huh?"

"I said get out!" Wufei shouted,
so flustered, that the hand he flung out to point to the blackened door was
trembling. "I don't care if you're demons, guardian spirits or the Dragon
God himself. I refuse to listen to you perverts anymore!"

"But..." Zechs began, actually
looking a bit contrite.

"Out! Out! Out!" Wufei
called his power around him in what he hoped was a threatening display. Truth
or no truth he wouldn't stand for this anymore. When neither demon moved though,
his temper exploded. "What the hell are you still doing here? I'm counting
to ten and if by then you're not out of here I'll--"

"Ah," Treize coughed. "Sorry
to interrupt but as much as we'd like to leave there's one small problem."

"And what," Wufei ground out,
"might that be?"

"We can't."

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"What do you mean you can't?"
Wufei demanded. He was tired of these games. Why did these two persist in tormenting
him so?

"I'll show you," Treize said and
Wufei stared as the General unclasped his cape and let it fall to the floor.
He removed his armor and eased his tunic off his shoulders. He secured it about
his waist to prevent it from sliding past his hips. When he was shirtless, muscles
gleaming in the faint light, he beckoned to Wufei.

Wufei immediately balked. No way he was
falling for that lame ploy. "I thought I told you--"

"It's not what you think. Come; you
must see this."

Wufei inched forward. "What is it?"
he demanded testily.

"This." Treize indicated a spot
on his left breast just above his heart (or whatever equivalent beings like
Khushrenada and Merquise possessed).

Wufei peered at the point in question, at
first, seeing nothing extraordinary about the small tattoo-like mark inscribed
there. It was no bigger than a silver coin and in the shifting firelight it
was barely visible. Annoyed, Wufei was just about to turn away when he noticed
how disturbingly familiar the marking seemed. He squinted, leaning closer. It
almost looked like a rune inscription. In fact, now that he thought about it,
the tattoo looked a hell of a lot like the markings on the fifth rune he'd lost.
But that was impossible. Mages' rune stones were unique. There was no way the
inscriptions could be reproduced, except by the mage himself and even then it
was an incredibly laborious process. Wufei was already dreading replacing the
one he'd lost for that very reason. If it wasn't so important he'd avoid it
entirely. So how by the gods had Treize even guessed the marking much less made
a tattoo of it? The whole thing was even more bizarre since the General should
have never seen it. When the lightning storm broke the seals, it had scattered
Wufei's runes as well. A weight of dread settled in the pit of Wufei's stomach.
Unless...

"No, that can't be."

"This is yours, is it not?" Treize
demanded.

"I don't know how you achieved this
forgery, or what you intend by it, but I'm not amused."

Merquise rolled his eyes. "Here we
go again. What did I tell you, Treize?"

Wufei ignored him. "That cannot be
mine. There is no such thing as a living rune." Even as he said it, however,
Wufei was filled with doubt. Normally, he knew that would be true but Khushrenada
and Merquise weren't 'living' in the usual sense were they?

"Then what would you call this? You
and I both know I could not do this myself. What's more, though we can sense
high magical energy in you, your attacks have been weak. Which means either
you are ailing or you have lost a rune stone," Treize said matter-of-factly.

"But..."

"Since you seem to be in perfect health,
I can only assume it's the latter. And I wouldn't be surprised in the least
if you lost that rune when we were freed. Am I wrong?"

Wufei shook his head glumly.

"Somehow, when the seal broke, it must
have caused some reaction between our power and your stone. There was certainly
enough magic in the air to make it possible."

That was not what Wufei wanted to hear.
What he wanted was his rune stone back and for these two ... guardians
to leave him alone and he told them so. "Look, that's all very interesting,
but frankly I don't give a damn. I want you to leave now. Since you're not the
demons you're purported to be, there should be no problem right? The two of
you seem resourceful enough. Find someone else to bother."

"If it were that easy do you think
we'd still be here?" Merquise snarled. "It's because of your damn
stone we have no choice but to stay here."

Wufei slammed his palms down on the table.
"Look, you pompous bastard, nobody's keeping you here against your will.
Believe me I want nothing more than to see you disappearing over that mountain
so why don't you do us both a favor and get out?"

Merquise made a disgusted sound. "Haven't
you been listening to a thing Treize has been saying or are you just too dense
to figure it out? Runes can only be directed by the mage they belong to and
your rune has imprinted itself on our bodies. That means your power is now connected
to ours. That means we can't leave until you make us leave by getting
rid of this mark. How do you think we were drawn here in the first place? It
was your own damn power that called us."

"But I didn't do anything,"
Wufei spluttered. "How am I supposed to release you when I don't even know
how my mark got there in the first place?"

"It's your rune. How the hell can you
not know?" Merquise growled.

"Gentlemen!" Treize made a placating
gesture. "I know this is a frustrating situation but let us not descend
to squabbling." He turned to Wufei. "Mageling--"

"Wufei," Wufei hissed.

"Wufei, why don't you get dressed and
bring your materials down? The only way we'll be free of each other is if you
can reconstruct that missing stone."

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Wufei placed his four stones on the table then set the petalyfe, the magical
stone from which he would reconstruct the fifth rune at the center. He called
his power to him, biting his lip as the stones began vibrating. The process
required a bi-directional exchange of power between himself and the stone and
sweat broke out on Wufei's brow under the force of the magic. It required an
immense amount of energy and the entire room glowed a luminous phosphorescent
blue with every pulse of power streaming from Wufei. Finally, the fifth rune
began to take shape, its edges softening and becoming rounded. It shimmered,
solidifying by slow degrees while Khushrenada and Merquise looked on with anxious
faces. Wufei panted, pain burning his arms and back as energy was drawn from
him at an incredible rate. Now came the hardest part.

Wufei chanted the summoning spell, repeating
the enchanted words until the sinuous line of the inscription began to coalesce.
He held on, willing the sigil to become permanent but the lines kept shifting
and dissolving, his own power fighting him every step of the way. Wufei stumbled.
The room spun and he shook his head, bracing his legs far apart and gripping
the table for balance. By now, the rune should have been complete and it was
agony trying to maintain the summoning spell but Wufei fought on, forcing every
ounce of power he could muster into stabilizing the rune. One dark line appeared
and then another. For a moment, it seemed it would hold.

"Yes ... yes!" Merquise urged,
leaning forward excitedly.

Almost ... almost... If he could keep
up the flow for just a little longer... Wufei summoned all of his strength
but he'd already spent double the amount of energy normally required for the
task and he could hold out no more. "Nngh ... ungh ... I can't...."
Wufei barely had time to cry out before the petalyfe exploded and he was flung
backwards. He landed hard on the stone floor, the wind knocked out of his lungs.
He lay there, stunned. Every bone in his body screamed with pain and his head
was pounding from the shock of the fall. "Ugh..." he groaned.

"Wufei! Are you all right?" Treize
was shouting. Even Merquise was hurrying towards him with agitated strides.
Wufei really didn't see what all the commotion was about. He had only taken
a little tumble. Nothing to get worked up over.

"I ... I'm fine," Wufei protested,
sitting up to prove his point. He brushed off his robes, stumbled to his feet,
took one step forward ... and Khushrenada's and Merquise's distressed faces
were the last things he saw before the world went dark.

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Wufei awoke to find himself cradled in Treize's arms, while Merquise held a
compress to his forehead. There were bandages on his forearms and he could only
assume the blond had also put them there. He groaned, pushing Treize's hands
away to sit up--and was immediately forced back down by Merquise.

"Be still," Merquise barked. "You're
in no condition to be going anywhere."

"But..." Wufei was about to protest,
but in truth he was light-headed from energy loss and the pain in his arms was
an even greater deterrent to movement. He looked around to notice for the first
time the herbs from his garden on the table and the pot simmering over the fireplace.
A pungent medicinal aroma rose from the pot and Wufei watched as Merquise went
to the fireplace and ladled some of the hot mixture into a mug. So the blond
had a gift for healing? How surprising.

"Here, drink this; it'll ease the pain,"
Merquise ordered, bringing the potent broth to Wufei's lips.

Wufei grimaced but did as he was told. When
Merquise was satisfied with the amount he'd drunk, the blond set the cup aside
and Wufei sagged back against Treize. He raised his arm to examine the bandages
and winced at the pain that immediately shot up the limb. "What happened?"
he groaned.

"You overdid it," Merquise said,
pressing his lips together. "The pressure was too much for your hands and
the skin broke. A few of the cuts are quite deep, but with my salve there should
be no scarring."

"Thanks," Wufei murmured, abashed
at the blond's care of him after all his earlier hostility. Then: "Did
... did it work?" he croaked, almost afraid to ask.

"I'm afraid not." Treize said,
speaking for the first time. He shook his head when a frustrated oath burst
from Wufei's lips. "It is all right. For now, the most important thing
is that you heal. Otherwise, we'll really be in trouble." He must have
been reading Wufei's thoughts for he quickly added: "For that reason we
must insist that you do not attempt any spells for the next few days until your
arms are healed."

"No, I'm fine, really. I just need--"

"That's enough!" Merquise cut
Wufei off with a stern look. "I didn't spend all this time nursing a brat
like you back into shape so you could undo all my hard work. The reconstruction
of the rune failed and you are simply going to have to face the fact that we
will be here for a few days at best. At worst it'll be much longer if what we
all suspect is true--and that is the stone cannot be reconstructed as
long as the markings are imprinted on my and Treize's bodies. Your current injuries
seem to be evidence enough of that."

Wufei had been thinking the same thing but
hearing his fears spoken aloud seemed to make their fate all the more ominous.
"Maybe ... maybe you're wrong. Maybe there's a way for this to work. As
soon as I am recovered I will find away to free us from this imposed companionship.
In fact, I..." He paused, turning to look curiously at Zechs. "Wait
a minute. You've been complaining all this time yet I haven't seen a single
mark on you. I see why Khushrenada must stay, but what's keeping you
here? Do you just refuse to leave his side?"

Merquise muttered something under his breath
but Treize coaxed him into listening to Wufei. "He won't believe you until
he sees it for himself, Zechs. Show it to him"

Zechs shrugged. He removed his armor and
belt and pulled his tunic over his head.

Wufei's eyes bugged. Merquise was ... was....
He made a choked sound as the blond was left standing in nothing but a skimpy
loincloth fastened at the side. An arrow of golden hair trailed from his navel
to disappear beneath the scant underwear, which sat low on his hips. When Merquise
began untying the knot at his hip, Wufei shot to his feet, almost knocking Treize
over in the process.

"Stop!"

Merquise shot him a puzzled look.

"You don't have to show me. Just tell
me where it is!"

"All right." Merquise's hands
stilled on the loincloth. "It's on my inner thigh."

"Amazing really," Treize purred,
rising to join his Lieutenant. Wufei stared in disbelief as he knelt before
Merquise and slid his hand up the blond's thighs as though it were the most
natural thing in the world. What's more, Merquise immediately shifted, allowing
Treize greater access. Treize leaned closer, casually rubbing a spot where the
loincloth met the crease of Merquise's leg. "Unbelievable."

Merquise sighed, brushing a hand through
Treize's hair as the General continued to caress him. "If you're surprised,
imagine how I must feel. I always knew the gods had a sense of humor."

Those two were--! Wufei tottered to the
table and slumped in his chair. His cheeks were on fire. This situation was
moving from bad to worse. What next? If anybody dropped one more article of
clothing he was going to kill them.

Khushrenada and Merquise were murmuring
to each other, their host seemingly completely forgotten. Wufei could ignore
the men's husky laughter; he could even ignore the heated looks shared between
them, but Treize's fingers going to the knot at Merquise's hip was the last
straw.

"General Khushrenada, would you kindly
step away from your Lieutenant?"

The warriors' laughter abruptly ceased.
Merquise was clearly irritated by the interruption but Wufei didn't care. This
was his cottage and they were intruders. He had a right to set limits on what
did and did not go on in here. As for Treize, he frowned but he did as Wufei
requested.

"I do not see why..." the General
began.

"No." Wufei did not allow him
to continue. "I'm sorry but I won't hear any objections. If we're going
to be living together, it's about time I laid down some ground rules."

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Wufei called Khushrenada and Merquise to the table. They sat, staring at each
other across the scarred wood. Nataku was curled about Wufei's shoulders, the
little dragon clearly distressed at his injuries and at finding two powerful
strangers in the cottage. Wufei tried to reassure her by petting her scales.
"It's all right, girl," he murmured, though he wasn't so sure himself.

Merquise glanced curiously at Nataku. "Is
that a pet?"

"Sort of..." Wufei frowned. "Dragons
are very intelligent beings so it's not quite right to call them pets. I couldn't
keep Nataku here if she didn't want to. She's more like a companion than anything
else." Wufei rubbed his fingers along Nataku's head, earning him a deep
purring sound from the little dragon.

"Hm. Must get pretty lonely then."
There was nothing mocking in Merquise's voice, but the clear-eyed gaze he cast
upon Wufei seemed to expose some deep vulnerability in him and Wufei flushed.

"No ... no ... not really," Wufei
stammered eager to let the topic drop but Treize turned to him with a thoughtful
look.

"So you really do live here all alone?"

"Yes of course."

"A shame indeed. No friends ... lovers?"

Wufei's few friends all lived in the village--or
had lived there when he left for the temple. He supposed Heero and Duo had both
gone on to much more exciting things now. Those two always had a knack for adventure.
As for lovers ... well... Before he'd become temple guardian he'd fooled around
a bit with Trowa, the son of the local dragonmaster. Last Wufei heard, though,
Trowa had bonded with a blond empath from the Alhaza desert. Even now the knowledge
filled him with a wistful longing. What he and Trowa shared hadn't been love
exactly. It had been more like love's first tender beginnings--friendship, affection
and desire tumbled together all at once. In other circumstances Wufei felt sure
things would have been different, but the fates had different plans for them
and there was no use holding onto what might have been now.

"I've always been a bit of a loner
anyway." Wufei's shrug was intended to show a certain cultivated indifference
but Treize's eyes softened with something akin to pity.

"Is that so?"

"Anyway, I thought we would discuss
living arrangements while you're here."

"Of course."

Wufei flattened his palms against the table.
"First of all, you two will need to help me out in the garden if there
is to be enough food for the three of us. There's also Betsy to consider. I
don't want to have to get another goat since you're staying here temporarily
but I don't know if she can produce enough milk for us all. Which leads me to
the next matter. I hate to be crude, but do you have anything in the way of
money?"

"Well, let's see..." Wufei waited
as Merquise and Khushrenada fished about their uniforms. Finally, Merquise pushed
a battered gold coin across the table.

"I'm afraid this is all I have,"
he apologized.

Wufei held the coin up to the light. It
was actually a rather large denomination, worth roughly 5 pentgrams in its day--enough
to supply them with provisions for a month. The only problem was it hadn't been
in circulation for almost a thousand years! The best he would get for it now
was the value of the gold itself, maybe a little more if Jared thought he could
sell it to an antiques collector. Wufei pressed a hand to his forehead. "It's
not much but I'll see what I can do," he said with a sigh.

Maybe he could pretend Khushrenada and Merquise
were travelers seeking work and petition the village to hire them as his assistants.
The temple had grown significantly since it was built and in recent years, the
council had begun discussing hiring more help for the guardians. The talks always
stalled though since they could never find any workers willing to live on the
mountain. It might be one way to pay for their expenses.

The other option was abandoning the temple
altogether, but how could Wufei explain to the village that the demons had escaped?
Not only that, but that they weren't demons anymore and were actually responsible
for Dragon Glen's wealth? Even if they did believe Wufei, what would he do now
that he was free? Where would he go? He had few other marketable skills he could
live by. It was also near impossible for a mage of his power to be taken in
by a guild without having served an apprenticeship under a guild master. He
wouldn't mind an apprenticeship--he was certainly still young enough to not
raise any eyebrows. The only problem was with his power, there was little any
master could teach him. At the same time, he couldn't take on an apprentice
of his own without belonging to a guild. Wufei buried his head in his arms.
This was a terrible, terrible mess.

"Is something wrong?" Treize asked
him.

"No, somehow I'll figure this all out.
For now let's just try to get along. I only have one bed so you'll have to spread
some furs down here. Unfortunately I will have to buy those from Jared when
he comes by tomorrow. For tonight at least, you will have to make do with some
blankets. Luckily it hasn't been too cold, so if you sleep near the fireplace
you should be toasty enough. Also ... I don't care what kind of relationship
you have but just keep your ... activities ... where I can't see them.
I'm not doing any extra laundry because of you!" Wufei flushed.

Merquise chuckled. "About that ...
There's one more thing we haven't discussed. It has to do with our 'dietary
requirements' if you will."

"What is it?" Wufei didn't even
try to be optimistic. He simply braced himself for the bad news.

"Treize and I absorb a portion of the
energy around us. For the most part, this isn't a problem since there is an
abundance of energy in all of nature itself. Even so, we must always be careful
not to absorb too much life force from our surroundings. When we were imprisoned,
our "appetites" were smaller, because the seals were made to restrict
our powers. We could slowly retrieve the energy we needed without having to
worry that we would drain too much from the living things around us. Now that
we are free, though, we'll need to take in power at our original levels. Treize
and I usually get the majority of our energy through a direct exchange that
leaves us sated enough to absorb the rest of our needs at a much slower pace.
This way, we cause no harm to our surroundings."

"Direct exchange?" Wufei echoed.
"You mean...?"

There were three main ways magical beings,
including mages gained new energy: through food, through absorption from the
environment as Merquise had described and ... through sex. This last produced
the greatest and most direct form of energy. It was quick, requiring no internal
conversion before power could be called upon and of the three, it was also the
only method that was ... well ... fun. Needless to say, it was the preferred
choice of most mages. As for Wufei, he preferred to think of himself as much
more discriminating.

Merquise nodded. "Since we're already
lovers it makes the most practical sense."

"Yeah, but what does that have to do
with me?"

"Nothing if your rune hadn't interfered
with things. With your power now connected to ours, the old methods are no longer
enough. What did you think being drawn to your power meant? Runes always draw
upon the energy of their masters. With your rune imprinted on us, we crave your
power too."

Wufei swallowed. He jerked to his feet and
began edging away from the two warriors. "I don't know what you're implying
but I won't be involved in a direct exchange of anything between you
and Khushrenada. You can forget it!"

"Oh dear," Treize murmured as
he and Merquise began moving toward Wufei. "Somehow I knew this would happen.
Won't you let us convince you otherwise?"

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"Stay where you are!" Wufei warned,
skittering backward.

Khushrenada and Merquise shared puzzled
looks. "Don't you think you're exaggerating?" Khushrenada demanded.
"After all, it's not as if the situation were not mutually beneficial."

"Mutually beneficial? Only for you
and Merquise!"

"The exchange of energy would increase
your power as well. With the link between us, we all stand to gain equally from
this process. In fact, I would go so far as to venture that you stand to benefit
even more than Zechs and I," Khushrenada finished.

"Me? That's absurd! You're the ones
imposing yourselves here. There's absolutely nothing in this for me."

Khushrenada shook his head. "Pardon
me for making this observation but, you appear to harbor a great deal of ...
frustrated energy. Perfectly understandable of course, given the
life you have been forced to lead. Luckily, Zechs and I are well equipped to
take care of your metaphysical and physical needs"

"What?" Wufei squawked. Did the
bastard just say what he thought he said?

Merquise stepped forward. "If it's
technique you're worried about then let me reassure you, we are both attentive
lovers. I don't kiss and tell but I have never received a complaint from any
of my lovers, even the most skittish of virgins like yourself. Quite the opposite,
in fact. Treize can unequivocally say the same. Do not worry. We will be very
solicitous about your pleasure."

Wufei's throat worked soundlessly at this
pronouncement. Next to Merquise, Khushrenada was nodding sagely. Skit ...skittish
virgin? Wufei's face flamed.

Merquise and Khushrenada suddenly materialized
next to Wufei, one on either side of him. The two warriors were alarmingly close.
"Khush...Khushrenada ... Merquise..." Wufei stammered, looking from
one man to the other. "What the hell do you bastards think you're doing?
I'm warning you...." Wufei gasped as someone released his hair. His hair-tie
fluttered to the ground. "Hey! Who--"

"So this is what you've been hiding
from us," Merquise rumbled, tilting Wufei's face upward to gently comb
through his hair. "Such a pretty, pretty mage." His thumb found the
nape of Wufei's neck and rubbed there in slow circles, so that Wufei was possessed
by a hot shiver and goose bumps broke over his skin. "Isn't he pretty,
Treize?"

"Magnificent," Khushrenada purred
from behind Wufei.

Behind him? When had he got there? Wufei's
mind was racing and he could barely catch his breath. This situation was getting
out of hand. He needed to do something and it would be a hell of a lot easier
if his body would listen to him. As it was, Merquise was bending closer and
Wufei could do no more to stop him than he could still the pounding of his heart.
The older man's gaze fell to his mouth.

"What a sweet little bud." Merquise
traced the rim of Wufei's mouth. "Soft, full, sensuous...." He brushed
his bottom lip. "I think I'll have a taste."

Wufei's eyes widened. "Merquise..."

Hot and soft, Merquise's mouth descended
to claim Wufei's. The blond pulled Wufei to him, the strong bar of his arm tight
about his waist. Wufei was nudged almost on tiptoe and he had to clutch the
older man's shoulders to keep his balance. Merquise took the opportunity to
deepen the kiss, his tongue stealing into Wufei's mouth and playing wetly against
his.

Wufei clung to him. His heart was thudding.
This was ... this was... He gasped as he was swept along in a torrent of sensation.
The fine strands of Merquise's hair tickled Wufei's cheek and dazedly he realized
that the curtain of black and gold he could see from corner of his eye was Merquise's
sunlit hair and his own dark locks mingled together. Something about that knowledge
made desire burst through Wufei and he closed his eyes. He was adrift ... lost
... branded by the incredible heat of Merquise's body pressed against his from
chest to belly to thigh.

Merquise found the pulse at Wufei's throat
and the concerted way he kissed and suckled that throbbing spot made Wufei feel
he was sipping of his life force itself. This might not be so bad after all
he thought dazedly, his head lolling backwards. Wait ... what was he saying?!
Wufei shook his head. He tried to pull away, but Merquise would have none of
it. Instead, he pulled Wufei even closer, slanting his mouth over his. He was
all soft lips, hot breath and teasing, nipping teeth, which surprised Wufei
when they tugged on his bottom lip.

"Oh!" Wufei didn't realize he
was moaning until he heard Khushrenada chuckle.

"Good isn't he? See? We'll take good
care of you, lovely."

Being taken care of was sounding better
and better with each moment and Wufei struggled to remember just why he needed
to oppose this. It had all seemed clear a while ago, so why did he feel so fuzzy
now? Maybe it had something to do with the way Merquise was circling his nipple
through his tunic ... or Khushrenada's breath tickling the back of his neck
... or the delicious tingling of magic underneath it all as their bodies rubbed
together. Wufei blinked drunkenly. That ... that ... must be it... He should
be resisting this, so why did it feel so good?

Heat rushed down Wufei's thighs. His knees
were trembling and if not for Merquise's arms about him he surely would have
fallen. His erection rubbed against the wool of his leggings and Wufei was never
more thankful that he did not wear the shorter, more fashionable tunics. Even
so, it was becoming harder and harder to conceal the proof of his desire.

"Merquise," Wufei moaned. He wasn't
quite sure what he needed, or even what he was asking for, but he would burst
if he did not somehow give voice to the yearning within him.

"Hmm," Khushrenada rumbled in
Wufei's ear even as Merquise's arms tightened about him. "Please call Zechs
and me by our given names. We are your lovers now are we not?" Khushrenada
lifted the hem of Wufei's tunic. He insinuated his hand between his legs, cupping
him through his leggings.

"Wait ... wait! Oh god, what are you
doing?" Wufei tried to jerk away but that only pressed him further
against Merquise.

The blond brushed the sweaty strands away
from Wufei's forehead. "Don't fight it. Treize touching you like this is
pleasurable isn't it? Let us make you feel good," he was saying, then Khushrenada's
hand was moving and all Wufei's thoughts fragmented.

The older man fondled Wufei's balls. He
even teased between his cheeks, making him gasp and squirm. Devilish fingers
pressed just behind Wufei's scrotum, rubbing and caressing the sensitive skin
there. Before Wufei could think what they were searching for, pleasure flared
bright and hot. He cried out, slumping against Merquise.

"Khush...Khushrenada..."

"Ah, how delicious. I think we've found
your sweet spot, little one. Such a passionate response and I'm only massaging
you from the outside." The satisfaction in Khushrenada's voice was palpable.
"It appears though, that you're still having a bit of difficulty with our
names." Khushrenada's other hand slipped around Wufei and found the erection
he had been praying would go unnoticed.

Wufei's entire body shuddered. "Treize!"

"Much better."

Zechs laughed. "Shall we make ourselves
a bit more comfortable, then?" he asked, leading Wufei over to one of the
chairs around the table. Wufei stumbled behind him, having long given up trying
to make sense of things. It seemed wisest to figure it all out later when the
blood wasn't rushing away from his head.

"Excellent idea, Zechs." Treize
stalked them. There was a hungry gleam in his eye that could only mean very
bad or very good things for Wufei depending on one's perspective. Wufei could
not decide which as Treize embraced him. The older man took his hand and gently
kissed his fingers. He turned Wufei's hand over and brought it to his lips,
a hot tongue tracing the lines in his hand from the center of his palm to the
base of his wrist. He bent and suckled the soft crease of Wufei's elbow. Treize
stared at Wufei from beneath his lashes.

"You'll let me hold you, won't you?"

Wufei's breath lodged in his throat. He
nodded dumbly.

"Good ... good." The older man
cupped the back of his head, and with surprising tenderness held Wufei to him.
While Treize rubbed his back in soothing circles, Wufei felt Zechs' hands on
his waist ... his hips ... the backs of his thighs ... and too late, he realized
what was happening.

"W...Wait!"

Zechs tugged off Wufei's leggings, caressing
the arch of each foot before releasing him. "Mmm?"

Naked now but for his tunic, Wufei groaned.
Gods why him? He had always followed the rules; always respected his elders.
What had he done to deserve this?

Treize was groaning too, but for a different
reason as his hands settled on the curve of Wufei's ass. He cupped and squeezed
him. "Oh Wufei, how can no one have ever held you like this? I want to
kiss and caress you all over." A finger ghosted over Wufei's cleft. "Even
here. No, especially here," Treize whispered. He nuzzled Wufei's throat,
then wandered up to mouth the soft round of his earlobe. "I want that very
much. I want to see you bent over Zechs' lap with that saucy little behind of
yours in the air. And then I'd spread you and kiss you right here."
Wufei jumped as Treize's finger pressed deeper, circling the entrance to his
body.

"That's..." Wufei was shocked
... tingling with excitement ... mortified. He stumbled backwards and Zechs
caught him. The blond sank into one of the chairs and Wufei was pulled with
him, his bare bottom brushing against Zechs' lap. While Treize watched, Zechs
hooked Wufei's legs over his own, then very slowly spread his legs. Wufei gave
a cry as he felt his tunic riding up. He tugged the hem down; embarrassed by
the way his erection tented the cloth.

Treize was staring at him with a soft smile.
He knelt before Wufei, rubbing the delicate skin on the inside of his knee.
"Why are you hiding? Don't be shy. Your cock is just as pretty as the rest
of you. Won't you let me see?"

"Shut up!" Wufei's face was hot.
"Don't say those kinds of things! It's ... it's ... inappropriate."

Treize's smile broadened. "Inappropriate?
How so? On the contrary, it can only be appropriate when it's the truth. Why
should I pretend otherwise?"

Behind Wufei, Zechs rumbled his agreement.
He trailed his fingers up and down Wufei's arms. Carefully, carefully, he began
tugging Wufei's hands away from their grip on the tunic.

"No!" Wufei fought, but Zechs
was stronger. He easily pried the cloth away from Wufei's fingers and raised
the tunic up to his waist. His strong arm curled about Wufei's middle held Wufei
in place while bunching the cloth up so that he was bared to Treize.

"Oh gods." Wufei squeezed
his eyes shut as his nakedness was revealed. He prayed for the ground to open
up and swallow him whole. Better yet, for it to open up and consume Treize and
Zechs since they were responsible for his current humiliation.

"Gods indeed. I was right. You are
beautiful. I could look at you like this all day," Treize husked. He kissed
the tops of Wufei's thighs, leaning--to the younger man's frenzied mind--far
too close for comfort.

"Don't torture him, Treize. Look at
how the poor thing is trembling," Zechs chided. "I think he deserves
a reward after all we've put him through."

"Ah, you're right." Treize wedged
his body between their thighs and began kissing Wufei. Little butterfly kisses
right to the sensitive tip of his cock.

Wufei's eyes flew open. He was moaning even
as he tried to twist away. With Treize at his front and Zechs behind him, however,
his efforts were quickly proven useless. He could only cry out as Treize's mouth
enveloped him. The older man bobbed his head, caressing Wufei with the back
of his throat. When his tongue pressed the vein on the underside of Wufei's
shaft, color burst behind his eyelids. Treize's mouth was hot, wet, tight and
the things his tongue was doing.... Wufei's head lolled against Zechs' shoulder.
His fingers dug into the blond's arms as he tried to absorb the pleasure coursing
through him. He hadn't known it would be like this--that he could feel so good.

Throughout it all, Treize's eyes never left
his. That smoky, hooded gaze bore into Wufei as the older man suckled him ...
worked the slit at the head of his cock ... deliberately teased his foreskin.
Wufei prickled with embarrassment. Yet, no matter how hard he tried, he could
not turn away. He felt branded, utterly possessed by Treize's gaze and the hot
bands of his hands around his thighs. Wufei was spread and lifted, kissed and
caressed and it took him some time to realize that the hoarse, wild cries he
heard were coming from his lips. Of their own volition his hips rose and fell.
The movement was sinuous, wanton, but Wufei was helpless to stop it. He knew
only the urgency of his body and a need for release that bordered on pain.

"That's it ... that's it. Don't hold
anything back." Zechs urged, nipping Wufei's ear.

Hold back? He couldn't if he tried. Wufei
gave one last desperate cry and spurted into Treize's mouth. The older man made
a hungry approving sound, eagerly swallowing Wufei's come. Treize continued
to suckle him even after he was soft and Wufei whimpered.

"Stop ... stop ... please." His
fingers tangled in Treize's hair.

Treize let Wufei slip out of his mouth. He kissed his hip lovingly then rocked
back on his heels. "Had enough, sweetheart? I promise that's only a fraction
of the pleasure Zechs and I can give you."

"A fraction?" Wufei stammered,
unable to process what such a thing could mean after the intensity of what he'd
just experienced. For there to be more than this.... "Gods."

"Treize, I think you've scandalized
him," Zechs laughed. "Don't worry, love," he told Wufei. "We
won't do anything you can't handle."

Treize beamed. "Well! Now that we've
gotten to know each other, I think this will be a very pleasant arrangement."

Wufei couldn't find the voice to answer.
Dazed, sated and all but glowing with new energy, he couldn't shake the feeling
that in the battle of wills between himself, Zechs and Treize, he'd just suffered
a complete defeat.
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