Claimed: bent or broken??

Sounds of coarse breathing, the tang of sweat, and the elusive scent of oiled metal. It all undermined the clash of two very different swords meeting, notes that belonged on the battlefield. Surely none of it should belong here, in this elegant, luxurious suite, where plush carpet absorbed the sound of footsteps and furniture blocked every move. Arcs of silver tracked across the room, neatly avoiding the sprawling desk and swiftly approaching the alcove- styled bed space.



A soft twang followed one violent flash, and then a grunt as one of the combatants fell forcibly to their knees. A sharp point blinked at his throat and in that moment, he
felt the faintest thrill of fear. His sword lay broken next to him, and while he could feasibly stab his opponent with the leftover piece of blade, he knew he was defeated. Unable to lower his head without piercing the tender skin, he instead lowered his eyes in recognition of his defeat.



Treize knew he should never have accepted that challenge.



“Treize Khushrenada. So great of a leader, they say. Do you accept your loss of this duel?” He looked cautiously up into Wufei’s face, seeing how the eyes sparked with fire after the quick fight. “Yes,” he whispered, lowering his gaze once again. “You have won, Chang Wufei.” He had underestimated the boy, and now the warrior that stood proudly before him would no doubt make him pay for that mistake. He’d seen that promise, at least, in those black eyes.



Soft soled shoes kicked aside the ruined blade, far out of reach. It bounced on the carpet and Treize couldn’t help but watch it go. “Forget it, Treize. You no longer need it. Just as you will not need your clothes.” He flinched, looking up quickly and earning a scrape from the still drawn blade. He glimpsed the erection tenting the pants in front of him, and a deep sinking feeling settled into his gut. “Strip. Now.”



He stood and wordlessly began to remove the layers of clothing. He knew, now, what the price for losing would be, and he dreaded it. He was no virgin, have experiences with the female gender quite often in his life. But never had he considered it with other men. And never would he have guessed the young Chinese warrior would choose this method of reminding him of his defeat. Could he have been so wrong about the boy’s sense of honour??



“I do not have to remind you that running will be useless, do I? You lost, and I will hold you to the debt you owe. I could take your head, but you’re worth more alive.” The young man let an uncharacteristically wide grin spread across his lips and he watched Treize pause, uncertain about taking off his last article of clothing- his underwear. “You can remove them, or I can cut them off.” The threat worked, the older man hastily peeled the garment from his body, leaving it bare and lightly glistening with sweat from the battle. Refusing to fall any further from his pride, he looked at Wufei, hands at his sides. The blade had been put away, but a sense of danger still flowed off the boy. Even without his sword, he was a predator, and Treize cursed himself for having not seen it. “It would be easier to just kill me.”



Wufei laughed, a slightly dark sound in the room. “You’re afraid. I guess you’re wondering what I will do with you. You will not die, at least not today.” He strode into the soldier’s personal space, bodies barely an inch apart, and watched with glee as the man flinched. His small hand was cradling a pair of precious jewels and he used a gentle tug to coax the taller man into a kneeling position. He wouldn’t damage him,
at least not like that. “Put your chest and head against the floor. Keep your ass in the air unless you do wish for me to remove these.” He slightly squeezed the tender package in his hand, just a warning, and then released it to permit Treize to follow his instructions. He had no doubt the man would obey.



“Beautiful, Treize. So very amazing.” He stroked a hand along the man’s back, resulting in his head whipping around to glare at him. “Down, Treize.” Eyes abruptly snapped toward the floor. There had been nothing but hard cold command in that tone, and the soldier in him instinctively obeyed. “You lost, Khushrenada. And now you will become my personal plaything.” A hand gripped his jaw and dragged that almost violent gaze back up. “You cannot escape what is coming. Suck me, beg prettily enough, and I may leave fucking you until next time.” He laughed at the shock that merged with controlled fury. “Oh, there will be another time, my sweet. Now, open up”



Treize stared, taking his anger at being used and channeling it to resist this boy. He refused to give in, to let go of his honour and pride. They could be ripped away, but he would never surrender them. He refused the last command- he would not make this easy any more for his captor. Debts should never have to be paid this way. Dread curled through his body, though, as the very air seemed to thicken and change. He swore the eyes burning into his had shifted, for just a second, but there was no denying the delicate fangs bared above him. A growl rumbled. “Suck me. Make it good and I’ll be generous with your punishment. But if you continue to refuse me, I will not spare you. I’ll use you until your body falls apart and then leave you for the whole base to find. I’m sure they would appreciate your broken, bloodied body.”



He didn’t resist when a thumb pressed hard against the corner of his jaw, prying his mouth open. He didn’t turn away as the pilot opened and barely lowered his pants, revealing the erection pulsing there. He did flinch, barely, as the hot flesh made contact with his lips. Immediately a harsh grip pulled at his hair. “Don’t even think about it. Bite me, and you’ll die as slow and painful as any human can.” He hadn’t thought about it. No self- respecting man would ever want his manhood hurt like that, and it was something Treize wouldn’t wish on anyone. No, definitely not that.



He swallowed and closed his eyes as Wufei’s cock tapped briefly against his lips before easing between. Only paying enough attention to ensure he didn’t scrape his teeth on the sensitive skin, he left his mind flee the situation as shallow thrusts rubbed the cock along his tongue. Musk filled his nose and something salty and slightly bitter teased his tongue. A hand curled gently around his cheek and he blinked, peering up at his captor. Wufei smiled down at him, considerably less intimidating than before. “It’s easy enough to give in, to become mine. And I do want you for my own, Treize.”



“Why?” It came out muffled, but he seemed to understand anyway. “I won’t lie to you. My mission was to kill you, no questions asked. But for some reason, I cannot. Your body and soul call to me, and while I know you don’t want this, I know you can accept it if you really think about it. The war will be over with, at your command. If I kill you, things will simply fall apart. And your death would be meaningless.” Wufei knelt, pulling from Treize’s mouth and meeting his eye level. “Stop and just let go. Let it all go.”



“I can’t.” No louder than a whisper, but Wufei saw the battle in those eyes. He got back up, fisting a hand into the now- mussed locks. “Under duress, eh, Treize? Stubborn to the last.” He shoved himself back between those lips and face- fucked the man before him. He didn’t fight back, but neither did he make himself helpful in any way. Not far from climax, Wufei threw the man away. He landed hard against the floor, shoulder bruising and keeping his head from bouncing off the carpet. With a pounce, Wufei held himself over the other man. Nails dug deep into an arm, and Treize felt his body slide across the carpet, earning rug burn in odd places and finding himself much closer to the desk. Wufei perched on the chair, dragging a golden haired head up and burying himself deep in that mouth. He smiled as Treize making a slight choking noise. “Your night is just beginning. I hope you have a lot of stamina and nothing planned.”



Silently, Treize again cursed himself for accepting a duel.



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Shortly before sunrise, Commander Une knocked on the door to a private suite and entered at the small noise. She froze as she took in the sight of her commanding officer, naked, bruised, and covered in fluids she didn’t want to try and identify. He lay crumpled on the floor, hair caked together, face sticky and shades of purple.



“Not a word, my Lady. Please, not a word.” Quietly she nodded, then approached to see how she could help. She would never speak of this to anyone, if that was what Treize wanted. Never.











A/N: I wasn't quite as happy with this chapter. I know what I want, but getting there may take some bumps. Feedback???

And to arialee, for my one and only reviewer. Thanks!! You guessed right, but sadly, no one has guessed *what* my two fav boys are. You have until next chapter to guess! *waves*