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Adult ++
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40,393
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142
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Ch. 38
Hey everybody, it's me again! ^_^ I know I've been insufferably lazy, but like I said before, it seems the older I get, the more like a kid I get with the attention span. This one's dealing solely with Treize and Zechs, and a bit of their past, and actually how the estate came to be. I've made Treize and Zechs close in age, like a year apart, since they're very close anyway.
I really appreciate the hits and reviews, they've been wonderful! To tell you the truth, I've become a fiend for HP fics...compound the fact that I've gotten the softcover AND the hardcover, and I goggle the pics on y!Gallery along with the Naruto, Inuyasha, and FMA pics...(yeah, I'm terrible!) and you have the reason for my slackness. Hell, I got like 9 windows open now, with a different HP fic on each page! Sad, yes, but true...
I don't know who Treize's parents are, so I made up names; after looking on Wikipedia(wonderful site I might add--one can look up almost anything!)I found the name of Zechs and Relena's mother, and I made the girl like about 5 years younger than Zechs...he is the big brother after all!
I'm also figuring out a twist to things, and they are coming up, if I haven't mentioned it yet; it's gonna be a doozy! If I'm repeating myself, again, forgive me! ^_^; Enjoy! EM
Ch. 38
Back in Treize’s suite, the man in question and his trainer saw the whole thing unfold in the surveillance monitor. They were shocked—and horny—beyond belief.
“Sounding? Duo’s thing is sounding?” Zechs asked. “Holy shit, that’s odd…”
“And this coming from guy who likes a fist up his ass,” Treize said. “That had to be the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. Zechs--?”
“Yes, Master?”
Treize grabbed the man’s hands led him out of the office and to the bedroom. He sat on the bed, with a sly grin on his face.
“Fuck me, Zechs…” he purred.
Zechs couldn’t believe his ears; this was the second time in about a week that he asked this of him. He wondered if this was the man’s secret indulgence, since this was done once in a blue moon. Treize was usually seme in everything, yet every now and then, he wanted to be on bottom. Don’t get him wrong; he enjoyed the times he got to top him. It was just odd to do this again so soon…
Treize studied his friend/trainer’s reaction. Yep, he was very surprised. For some reason, he just had to be filled again. That was one the reasons he missed his father. The man felt so good inside him. He never trusted anyone else for a long time to top him, until he came back from college, and Zechs was his personal slave, completely.
It happened about a year after he came back, and he was learning the ropes even more so from his father. He was curious, and his dad was too busy with dealings to deal with him. So to Zechs’ surprise then, he asked him to top him. To his surprise, he found his friend was the same size as his father: long, thick, and sure to hit all the right places. But the man was a wonderful uke as well. He was fun all around and a good friend since childhood. His memories with him were very nice…
*****
Zechs’ and Treize’s fathers had been friends for years, and their sons in turn, became good friends. The Peacecraft and Khushrenada families both prospered with thriving businesses; the Khushrenadas with international trading, and the Peacecrafts with the textile/furniture business.
When the boys were 5 and 6 years old, the fathers went in together to start the side business venture that was still thriving today—the pleasure resort. Both couples were very open, with themselves and others. They carefully planned everything under the radar of authorities, gathering willing employees and slaves.
By the time they were 7 and 8, it became very apparent that what the parents did rubbed off onto the sons. They caught their fathers kissing on more than one occasion; their mothers as well. They started kissing each other every now and then, imitating what their parents were doing.
They realized that they liked each other as ‘more than friends’ when Treize was 10 years old, and Zechs was 9, playing outside one day. They ran about the newly acquired estate, made to accommodate the families’ side venture. They came upon the slaves’ quarters, and one of the rooms was open. They heard moaning coming from inside.
Treize and Zechs peeked inside, with the blonde’s hair falling into the ginger-haired boy’s face. The boy brushed the hair aside, vaguely admiring its softness. What they saw was shocking to them: they saw two males, having rough sex, one plowing into the other, moans shared by both. When they both came, they watched as the bottom came in spurts in the top’s hand, and cum oozing out of his ass. The man doing the plowing knelt down and started lapping at the cream flowing out, stroking him as he did so. The man who was on the receiving end moaned in pleasure. When they felt a presence, they both turned and noticed the boys. ‘So the young masters were curious,’ they thought, smiling.
They were in such a shock that they didn’t notice the slaves looking at them.
“Like what you see, young masters?” the seme grinned as he lapped at the uke’s dripping hole.
Blushing, the pair ran off, scared they’d gotten in trouble. They ran into the garden maze, all the way to the center. They sat on the bench.
“Did you see that?” little Zechs asked, huffing for breath.
“Y-yeah…they were two guys…is that right?” little Treize asked.
Zechs looked down into his lap, noticing that his penis was hard. “I don’t know, but seeing that made me feel...funny…here,” he said pointing to himself.
“Yeah, me too…” Treize whispered. “Hey, do you wanna try something?”
“Like what?”
“What they were doing. I bet that feels good,” Treize grinned.
“….I don’t know…is that okay?” Zechs asked as he sucked his thumb whenever he was thinking.
“If our folks do it, then it must be okay,” Treize said. “Besides...” he took Zechs’ thumb out his mouth, and bringing his hand up to his lips to kiss it… “I think that you look…cute, Zechsy,” he said shyly. He brought his free hand up run his fingers through the boy’s shoulder-length locks. “I’ve always liked your hair. Promise me you’ll never cut it…”
Zechs blushed. “I-I won’t, I promise.”
Treize leaned forward to give his best friend a kiss. They lowered their hands for a better purchase, and they started to get into the kiss, the way they’ve seen their dads do. The short-haired boy slowly pushed his friend to lie on the bench, and he got on top of him for better access. He brushed his hardness against Zechs’ by accident; said boy moaned.
“Oh! Do that again!” Zechs cried.
“What?”
“You...rubbed against me! That felt good, do it again…”
The boy complied, and did so, realizing that yeah, it felt damn good. They kissed and rubbed against each other, getting closer and closer to the edge. They came in dry spasms, but their bodies were rocked with the shock of their first orgasm. Treize collapsed on top of his friend.
“W-what was that?”
“Dunno, but that felt…nice…” Zechs leaned up and kissed Treize again. “Can we do that again? I really like that…”
“Yeah…”Treize said as he drifted down to kiss his friend…
“Treize! Zechs! Where are you? Zechs has to go home now!” they heard Treize’s mother, Lilian, call out.
“Aw, man…” Treize groaned. “In the center, Mom!” he called out as he climbed off of Zechs.
They both stood just as Lilian came into the center. “Oh, there you guys are! It’s almost dinnertime, and we’re about to eat together before the Peacecrafts leave.”
“Awwww,” the boys moaned, “we were having so much fun…” they said as they all headed for the main house’s end of the maze.
Lilian smiled. “Oh, really? Doing what, may I ask?” she said as she brushed a stray ginger lock behind her ear.
“Exploring!” Zechs piped up. He felt his hand being held and squeezed by Treize.
“Mom? Can Zechs stay the weekend? Pleaaase?” he asked. “We wanna look around some more.”
“Yes, may I, Miss Lilian? I promise I’ll be good,” the blonde child said.
“Well, I don’t see why not; it’s up to Katrina, though.”
“Yay! Let’s go ask your mom!” Treize said as he pulled Zechs with him, running ahead towards the house. Lilian had noticed how her son had his friend’s hand the entire time they were walking. She shook her head and smiled. ‘The boys are rubbing off on them,’ she thought, ‘I just know it…’
Katrina gave her consent for Zechs to stay, much to their delight. They spent the entire weekend exploring the grounds—and themselves. They grew closer as they got older, and when their ‘close friendship’ was discovered by their fathers when they were 12 and 11, they decided to train them on the current business.
But Jeremy wanted Treize to become a sturdier man, so he sent him to military school at 15. Though Zechs was learning the ropes about the textile/furniture business, he wanted to be trained as a slave so he could become his friend’s personal slave upon his return from school. He placed himself under Jeremy's expertise. Though his father didn’t like it, he relinquished, turning instead to teach the ropes to Relena, who was only 10 at the time.
Zechs changed his last name to his mother’s maiden name, Merquise, so no one would associate his name with the well-reputed business his father and other Peacecraft men before him worked so hard to build.
Three years later, after a long wait, and 18-year-old Treize returned home to see his best friend and now personal slave waiting for him in his room. He’d never been so happy before in his life. But then also, his father started dragging him all over the world so he could meet all of his business partners, some of them even being lovers. Treize hated being away from his ‘pet’, but he had many things to learn about the business, both the trading and the pleasure resort, for he was to inherit all someday.
His mother had passed away from illness, about five years later, and Zechs’ parents met their ill-fated death in a plane crash while they were on business later on that year. Zechs, having relinquished his share of said business to become a slave, saw that his sister, then 18 years old, inherited everything with no problems. Treize’s father still showed Trieze the ropes, buying him more personal slaves, young teenagers along the way each year for his birthday. When Jeremy finally succumbed to heart disease when Treize was in his late 20’s, said man inherited everything that was left behind. He made his personal slave his top trainer, and in a sense, both run the pleasure resort side-by-side…even though Zechs did fulfill his role as ‘slave’ from time to time, he was actually equal to his dear friend. And now today, because of the resort, the trading business thrived in more ways than one. In fact, both were so profitable, that one could do without the other, if need be.
******
It seemed strange to have all of those memories now, right when he was about to get pounded into the bed by his friend/lover/trainer, but one can’t help but have such thoughts when you’ve been through so much together for so many years.
Treize pulled Zechs to him, eager, wanton. They shared a hot, tongue-wrapping kiss.
“Oh, Zechs, fuck me now; watching those boys got me so horny,” he panted.
The platinum blonde’s cock twitched at those words. “Damn, someone’s very willing this time,” he smiled. “I’m glad it’s only me that gets to see this side of you,”
“Yeah, tell anyone, and you’re dead,” the ginger-haired man purred as his brought his lips close to a rose nipple.
Zechs grinned for a reply and he moaned when he felt Treize’s tongue rub over his sensitive nipples. He rolled them both over, placing himself on top. He dove onto his love’s neck, lapping and nipping along the way down to his shoulder. His hands were rolling dusky nipples, making the slightly-older man squirm. Slowly moving his hands lower, reveling in the man’s muscular, yet smooth form, he hooked his arms under his knees and brought them up, exposing his hole.
Treize let out a small yelp when the man above him practically brought his knees on either side of his head; Zechs smiled.
“I feel like being…rough this time,” he said.
“Please…I want you…” Treize pleaded.
Zechs lined himself over his master’s entrance, moving his moistened head over it to provide a bit of lubrication.
“I hope you’re relaxed enough, baby, ‘cause here…I…come!” Zechs growled as he shoved his way in all the way to the hilt.
Treize yelled out in bliss, despite the burn; this was something he wanted, he needed…this was his little indulgence, to be taken like he had taken, even roughly at times. The burn gave way to a tingling pleasure as he was being pounded into the mattress. His knees were rhythmically bouncing on either side of his head as Zechs thrust inside him.
Zechs bend down to claim his love’s mouth in a heated kiss. “Treize, I love your ass…it’s so tight, it’s driving me crazy! Tell me how much you want this...”
At this, he rolled his hips, making his dick brush his partner’s spot.
“Ooooh, I want it, I want it!”
“How much?” the blonde panted.
“Very much! I want you to pound into me, make me feel it!” he ginger-haired man wailed. “Fuck me, Zechs!!!” he yelled as sweat beaded and ran off his forehead and into his already damp hair.
His cock twitched at the other man’s words and reactions. He was near his breaking point. He let his legs slide off of his shoulders, flopping down on either side of his hips. In a burst of sex-induced strength, he picked up Treize as though he were only little Quatre’s size, and rolled back and placed him in his lap. Zechs was in a kneeling position, with Treize straddling him. He gripped his hips, and started moving him up and down over his cock.
Treize was shocked at his trainer’s display of strength, but when he looked into those lust-filled ice-blue eyes, a shiver ran down his spine. He couldn’t help but kiss him hungrily. Zechs slammed his hips upward to meet Treize’s ride down. Whenever his spot was hit, he was instantly weakened, and his hands would lose their grip on the blonde’s shoulders.
Treize groaned long and low when Zechs bit down onto his neck and sucked hard. When his nipples were pinched hard, it was too much, and soon his load was splattered over their chests and under their chins. The grip Treize’s walls had on Zechs was maddening beyond words, like a sudden tight grip, constant, wonderful. He let out a growl as he slammed twice more with such force, Treize’s teeth clicked above his bowed head. He came in thick, hot, founts inside his lover.
The sex-induced strength left him, and he fell back onto the bed, bringing his master with him to lie on top of him.
“Shit, that felt too…good…” he puffed.
Treize smiled, and gave him a long, languid kiss. “That was wonderful; have I ever told you how much I love you?”
The platinum-haired man grinned in return, and kissed him happily. “Many, many times,” he said, “and I never get tired of it. You’re still as cute now as you were when we were kids.”
The master leaned up enough to gently grab a hold of the platinum locks of his trainer and fanned the damp hair around his head. He ran it through his fingers along the covers.
“And you still kept your lovely hair, as promised,” Treize purred as he ran his fingers through his trainer’s silvery-looking locks.
Both men stretched out on the large bed, lying close. Zechs opted to lay his head on his master’s chest.
“Well, in a sense, we’re almost finished with Duo’s training,” Zechs said. “we’ve found out his kink.”
“Yes, that may be true, but we’ve got to try it out; I can’t wait! I think he’ll be ready by the time Mr. Dermail comes to visit Quatre.”
Zechs tutted at the man’s name. “I really don’t see why you let that man continue to see Quat,” he said, wrinkling his nose. “I swear the man’s obsessed with watersports and anything dealing with things coming out of the body, save for vomiting.” He shuddered before saying, “After last time, we shouldn’t let him near him for a while. He left the poor boy reeking, and he wouldn’t respond for a week. “
“Yes, I realize that, and that’s why Duo will be with him, to not only look after little Quat, but to be company to his new VP.” Treize said as he stroked his friend’s back.
“Do we know who he is?”
“No, he will be introduced when they get here. It should be the first week of next month, so we have a few more weeks to play with Duo…all of us. This man will have the same VIP privileges as the man himself.”
“Mmmm…” Zechs hummed as he drifted off to sleep, followed by his friend.
I really appreciate the hits and reviews, they've been wonderful! To tell you the truth, I've become a fiend for HP fics...compound the fact that I've gotten the softcover AND the hardcover, and I goggle the pics on y!Gallery along with the Naruto, Inuyasha, and FMA pics...(yeah, I'm terrible!) and you have the reason for my slackness. Hell, I got like 9 windows open now, with a different HP fic on each page! Sad, yes, but true...
I don't know who Treize's parents are, so I made up names; after looking on Wikipedia(wonderful site I might add--one can look up almost anything!)I found the name of Zechs and Relena's mother, and I made the girl like about 5 years younger than Zechs...he is the big brother after all!
I'm also figuring out a twist to things, and they are coming up, if I haven't mentioned it yet; it's gonna be a doozy! If I'm repeating myself, again, forgive me! ^_^; Enjoy! EM
Ch. 38
Back in Treize’s suite, the man in question and his trainer saw the whole thing unfold in the surveillance monitor. They were shocked—and horny—beyond belief.
“Sounding? Duo’s thing is sounding?” Zechs asked. “Holy shit, that’s odd…”
“And this coming from guy who likes a fist up his ass,” Treize said. “That had to be the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. Zechs--?”
“Yes, Master?”
Treize grabbed the man’s hands led him out of the office and to the bedroom. He sat on the bed, with a sly grin on his face.
“Fuck me, Zechs…” he purred.
Zechs couldn’t believe his ears; this was the second time in about a week that he asked this of him. He wondered if this was the man’s secret indulgence, since this was done once in a blue moon. Treize was usually seme in everything, yet every now and then, he wanted to be on bottom. Don’t get him wrong; he enjoyed the times he got to top him. It was just odd to do this again so soon…
Treize studied his friend/trainer’s reaction. Yep, he was very surprised. For some reason, he just had to be filled again. That was one the reasons he missed his father. The man felt so good inside him. He never trusted anyone else for a long time to top him, until he came back from college, and Zechs was his personal slave, completely.
It happened about a year after he came back, and he was learning the ropes even more so from his father. He was curious, and his dad was too busy with dealings to deal with him. So to Zechs’ surprise then, he asked him to top him. To his surprise, he found his friend was the same size as his father: long, thick, and sure to hit all the right places. But the man was a wonderful uke as well. He was fun all around and a good friend since childhood. His memories with him were very nice…
*****
Zechs’ and Treize’s fathers had been friends for years, and their sons in turn, became good friends. The Peacecraft and Khushrenada families both prospered with thriving businesses; the Khushrenadas with international trading, and the Peacecrafts with the textile/furniture business.
When the boys were 5 and 6 years old, the fathers went in together to start the side business venture that was still thriving today—the pleasure resort. Both couples were very open, with themselves and others. They carefully planned everything under the radar of authorities, gathering willing employees and slaves.
By the time they were 7 and 8, it became very apparent that what the parents did rubbed off onto the sons. They caught their fathers kissing on more than one occasion; their mothers as well. They started kissing each other every now and then, imitating what their parents were doing.
They realized that they liked each other as ‘more than friends’ when Treize was 10 years old, and Zechs was 9, playing outside one day. They ran about the newly acquired estate, made to accommodate the families’ side venture. They came upon the slaves’ quarters, and one of the rooms was open. They heard moaning coming from inside.
Treize and Zechs peeked inside, with the blonde’s hair falling into the ginger-haired boy’s face. The boy brushed the hair aside, vaguely admiring its softness. What they saw was shocking to them: they saw two males, having rough sex, one plowing into the other, moans shared by both. When they both came, they watched as the bottom came in spurts in the top’s hand, and cum oozing out of his ass. The man doing the plowing knelt down and started lapping at the cream flowing out, stroking him as he did so. The man who was on the receiving end moaned in pleasure. When they felt a presence, they both turned and noticed the boys. ‘So the young masters were curious,’ they thought, smiling.
They were in such a shock that they didn’t notice the slaves looking at them.
“Like what you see, young masters?” the seme grinned as he lapped at the uke’s dripping hole.
Blushing, the pair ran off, scared they’d gotten in trouble. They ran into the garden maze, all the way to the center. They sat on the bench.
“Did you see that?” little Zechs asked, huffing for breath.
“Y-yeah…they were two guys…is that right?” little Treize asked.
Zechs looked down into his lap, noticing that his penis was hard. “I don’t know, but seeing that made me feel...funny…here,” he said pointing to himself.
“Yeah, me too…” Treize whispered. “Hey, do you wanna try something?”
“Like what?”
“What they were doing. I bet that feels good,” Treize grinned.
“….I don’t know…is that okay?” Zechs asked as he sucked his thumb whenever he was thinking.
“If our folks do it, then it must be okay,” Treize said. “Besides...” he took Zechs’ thumb out his mouth, and bringing his hand up to his lips to kiss it… “I think that you look…cute, Zechsy,” he said shyly. He brought his free hand up run his fingers through the boy’s shoulder-length locks. “I’ve always liked your hair. Promise me you’ll never cut it…”
Zechs blushed. “I-I won’t, I promise.”
Treize leaned forward to give his best friend a kiss. They lowered their hands for a better purchase, and they started to get into the kiss, the way they’ve seen their dads do. The short-haired boy slowly pushed his friend to lie on the bench, and he got on top of him for better access. He brushed his hardness against Zechs’ by accident; said boy moaned.
“Oh! Do that again!” Zechs cried.
“What?”
“You...rubbed against me! That felt good, do it again…”
The boy complied, and did so, realizing that yeah, it felt damn good. They kissed and rubbed against each other, getting closer and closer to the edge. They came in dry spasms, but their bodies were rocked with the shock of their first orgasm. Treize collapsed on top of his friend.
“W-what was that?”
“Dunno, but that felt…nice…” Zechs leaned up and kissed Treize again. “Can we do that again? I really like that…”
“Yeah…”Treize said as he drifted down to kiss his friend…
“Treize! Zechs! Where are you? Zechs has to go home now!” they heard Treize’s mother, Lilian, call out.
“Aw, man…” Treize groaned. “In the center, Mom!” he called out as he climbed off of Zechs.
They both stood just as Lilian came into the center. “Oh, there you guys are! It’s almost dinnertime, and we’re about to eat together before the Peacecrafts leave.”
“Awwww,” the boys moaned, “we were having so much fun…” they said as they all headed for the main house’s end of the maze.
Lilian smiled. “Oh, really? Doing what, may I ask?” she said as she brushed a stray ginger lock behind her ear.
“Exploring!” Zechs piped up. He felt his hand being held and squeezed by Treize.
“Mom? Can Zechs stay the weekend? Pleaaase?” he asked. “We wanna look around some more.”
“Yes, may I, Miss Lilian? I promise I’ll be good,” the blonde child said.
“Well, I don’t see why not; it’s up to Katrina, though.”
“Yay! Let’s go ask your mom!” Treize said as he pulled Zechs with him, running ahead towards the house. Lilian had noticed how her son had his friend’s hand the entire time they were walking. She shook her head and smiled. ‘The boys are rubbing off on them,’ she thought, ‘I just know it…’
Katrina gave her consent for Zechs to stay, much to their delight. They spent the entire weekend exploring the grounds—and themselves. They grew closer as they got older, and when their ‘close friendship’ was discovered by their fathers when they were 12 and 11, they decided to train them on the current business.
But Jeremy wanted Treize to become a sturdier man, so he sent him to military school at 15. Though Zechs was learning the ropes about the textile/furniture business, he wanted to be trained as a slave so he could become his friend’s personal slave upon his return from school. He placed himself under Jeremy's expertise. Though his father didn’t like it, he relinquished, turning instead to teach the ropes to Relena, who was only 10 at the time.
Zechs changed his last name to his mother’s maiden name, Merquise, so no one would associate his name with the well-reputed business his father and other Peacecraft men before him worked so hard to build.
Three years later, after a long wait, and 18-year-old Treize returned home to see his best friend and now personal slave waiting for him in his room. He’d never been so happy before in his life. But then also, his father started dragging him all over the world so he could meet all of his business partners, some of them even being lovers. Treize hated being away from his ‘pet’, but he had many things to learn about the business, both the trading and the pleasure resort, for he was to inherit all someday.
His mother had passed away from illness, about five years later, and Zechs’ parents met their ill-fated death in a plane crash while they were on business later on that year. Zechs, having relinquished his share of said business to become a slave, saw that his sister, then 18 years old, inherited everything with no problems. Treize’s father still showed Trieze the ropes, buying him more personal slaves, young teenagers along the way each year for his birthday. When Jeremy finally succumbed to heart disease when Treize was in his late 20’s, said man inherited everything that was left behind. He made his personal slave his top trainer, and in a sense, both run the pleasure resort side-by-side…even though Zechs did fulfill his role as ‘slave’ from time to time, he was actually equal to his dear friend. And now today, because of the resort, the trading business thrived in more ways than one. In fact, both were so profitable, that one could do without the other, if need be.
******
It seemed strange to have all of those memories now, right when he was about to get pounded into the bed by his friend/lover/trainer, but one can’t help but have such thoughts when you’ve been through so much together for so many years.
Treize pulled Zechs to him, eager, wanton. They shared a hot, tongue-wrapping kiss.
“Oh, Zechs, fuck me now; watching those boys got me so horny,” he panted.
The platinum blonde’s cock twitched at those words. “Damn, someone’s very willing this time,” he smiled. “I’m glad it’s only me that gets to see this side of you,”
“Yeah, tell anyone, and you’re dead,” the ginger-haired man purred as his brought his lips close to a rose nipple.
Zechs grinned for a reply and he moaned when he felt Treize’s tongue rub over his sensitive nipples. He rolled them both over, placing himself on top. He dove onto his love’s neck, lapping and nipping along the way down to his shoulder. His hands were rolling dusky nipples, making the slightly-older man squirm. Slowly moving his hands lower, reveling in the man’s muscular, yet smooth form, he hooked his arms under his knees and brought them up, exposing his hole.
Treize let out a small yelp when the man above him practically brought his knees on either side of his head; Zechs smiled.
“I feel like being…rough this time,” he said.
“Please…I want you…” Treize pleaded.
Zechs lined himself over his master’s entrance, moving his moistened head over it to provide a bit of lubrication.
“I hope you’re relaxed enough, baby, ‘cause here…I…come!” Zechs growled as he shoved his way in all the way to the hilt.
Treize yelled out in bliss, despite the burn; this was something he wanted, he needed…this was his little indulgence, to be taken like he had taken, even roughly at times. The burn gave way to a tingling pleasure as he was being pounded into the mattress. His knees were rhythmically bouncing on either side of his head as Zechs thrust inside him.
Zechs bend down to claim his love’s mouth in a heated kiss. “Treize, I love your ass…it’s so tight, it’s driving me crazy! Tell me how much you want this...”
At this, he rolled his hips, making his dick brush his partner’s spot.
“Ooooh, I want it, I want it!”
“How much?” the blonde panted.
“Very much! I want you to pound into me, make me feel it!” he ginger-haired man wailed. “Fuck me, Zechs!!!” he yelled as sweat beaded and ran off his forehead and into his already damp hair.
His cock twitched at the other man’s words and reactions. He was near his breaking point. He let his legs slide off of his shoulders, flopping down on either side of his hips. In a burst of sex-induced strength, he picked up Treize as though he were only little Quatre’s size, and rolled back and placed him in his lap. Zechs was in a kneeling position, with Treize straddling him. He gripped his hips, and started moving him up and down over his cock.
Treize was shocked at his trainer’s display of strength, but when he looked into those lust-filled ice-blue eyes, a shiver ran down his spine. He couldn’t help but kiss him hungrily. Zechs slammed his hips upward to meet Treize’s ride down. Whenever his spot was hit, he was instantly weakened, and his hands would lose their grip on the blonde’s shoulders.
Treize groaned long and low when Zechs bit down onto his neck and sucked hard. When his nipples were pinched hard, it was too much, and soon his load was splattered over their chests and under their chins. The grip Treize’s walls had on Zechs was maddening beyond words, like a sudden tight grip, constant, wonderful. He let out a growl as he slammed twice more with such force, Treize’s teeth clicked above his bowed head. He came in thick, hot, founts inside his lover.
The sex-induced strength left him, and he fell back onto the bed, bringing his master with him to lie on top of him.
“Shit, that felt too…good…” he puffed.
Treize smiled, and gave him a long, languid kiss. “That was wonderful; have I ever told you how much I love you?”
The platinum-haired man grinned in return, and kissed him happily. “Many, many times,” he said, “and I never get tired of it. You’re still as cute now as you were when we were kids.”
The master leaned up enough to gently grab a hold of the platinum locks of his trainer and fanned the damp hair around his head. He ran it through his fingers along the covers.
“And you still kept your lovely hair, as promised,” Treize purred as he ran his fingers through his trainer’s silvery-looking locks.
Both men stretched out on the large bed, lying close. Zechs opted to lay his head on his master’s chest.
“Well, in a sense, we’re almost finished with Duo’s training,” Zechs said. “we’ve found out his kink.”
“Yes, that may be true, but we’ve got to try it out; I can’t wait! I think he’ll be ready by the time Mr. Dermail comes to visit Quatre.”
Zechs tutted at the man’s name. “I really don’t see why you let that man continue to see Quat,” he said, wrinkling his nose. “I swear the man’s obsessed with watersports and anything dealing with things coming out of the body, save for vomiting.” He shuddered before saying, “After last time, we shouldn’t let him near him for a while. He left the poor boy reeking, and he wouldn’t respond for a week. “
“Yes, I realize that, and that’s why Duo will be with him, to not only look after little Quat, but to be company to his new VP.” Treize said as he stroked his friend’s back.
“Do we know who he is?”
“No, he will be introduced when they get here. It should be the first week of next month, so we have a few more weeks to play with Duo…all of us. This man will have the same VIP privileges as the man himself.”
“Mmmm…” Zechs hummed as he drifted off to sleep, followed by his friend.