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A Matter of Good Sense	By : Michalyn Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4852 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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This story is dedicated to Lili for
her kindness and her wonderful support. Thanks so much, my dear!

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

A Matter of Good Sense

by Michalyn

Chapter Five: Trial

Cupping his goblet, Trey
shifted restlessly against the wall. A massive chandelier loomed overhead,
pinpoints of light swirling on the surface of his wine and glittering off
the jeweled fingers and necks in the banquet hall. There was a constant flow
of chatter from the guests and from the press of bodies, a rustling of crinoline
and silk like the stirring of brittle leaves. Trey kept his eyes on the door,
hoping for a glimpse a particular dark head. When Wufei did not appear, he
merged into the seething mass, weaving past a gaggle of noblewomen on his
way to the doors.

"When do you think
they'll announce it?"

"When? Don't
you mean if?"

"You don't
believe it?"

"I shall
believe it when I see it. Maurice and I have this bet going--Oh, excuse me."

The women parted to let
Trey pass. His lips curled in disapproval but none had the grace to blush.
They stared back at him, the movements of their wrists never pausing as their
fans split the air. He turned and their laughter, equally merciless, tinkled
behind him.

What a positively horrid
crowd, Trey thought darkly. He wandered the halls, a knot of anger in his
chest at the callous disregard he'd observed for Wufei thus far. Though most
were more circumspect than the women he'd met, Trey was no fool: there was
a frission of excitement in the air tonight that had little to do with good
will. His brow knitted. Wufei was no doubt a difficult pill to swallow, but
surely he was not as as bad as all that? Was no one here to wish him well?
Trey's frown deepened. No wonder Wufei was so guarded.... This was hardly
an environment to inspire trust....

He lingered at the foot
of the stairs, staring into the darkeness of the upper rooms. Still no prince....
There was a single bloom in a tumbler of water on the sideboard and Trey stopped
to admire it. Fingering the lolling stamen, his thoughts turned once more
to Wufei -- the desire to see him now strengthened by the incident in the
banquet hall. The need itself -- a jumble of nerves, lust and a fierce tide
of protectiveness -- he preferred not to examine.

He had come to Eires for
a strategic partnership. The wedding itself he did not ponder. "I don't
need devotion" he had thought. "Loyalty to Rossetti is all
I ask." Trey imagined an Eirean prince gracious and composed: a man with
a practiced mask. They would present a united front and neither would interfere
with the other's private demons. In time, if they were lucky, an amiable,
lukewarm passion would evolve between them. Uncomplicated --ideal....

So why did that vision
suddenly seem like the flickering of a candle behind a screen: a shadow --
perfect and insipid? When had he begun to crave Wufei's naked flame? So dangerous,
and yet.... The women's eyes flashed before him. Vulnerable too.... Easily
stifled by a cruel wind....

The sound of a footstep
made Trey whirl. Wufei hesitated on the landing. His gaze skittered to Trey
and the very air seemed to shimmer between them.

Oh, sweet gods....

Wufei was wearing an open-throated
shirt, pale as a robin's egg and of such delicate weave that it followed the
lines of his body like a caress. His breeches, a soft, navy velvet were snug,
molding to his hips and the muscles of his thighs. They clasped just below
the knee, at which point gave way to thin, white stockings. His calves bulged
beneath the material, drawing the eye downward to his shoes and the shiny
buckle on the little foot poised so uncertainly on the step before Trey.

And Trey ... Trey was....
He had no name for the feeling constricting his chest. He had known Wufei
kept himself hidden -- like a flower tightly furled -- but this ... this was....
Blood throbbed in his temples, the dizzy heat in contrast to the mahogany
rail beneath his palm. One ... two ... three ... four ... five.... Closer...
closer ... until he could breathe Wufei's scent....

"Kala," Trey
bowed. "You look stunning."

"Rossetti--"
Wufei looked everywhere but at him.

"What?"

"Let me pass."

"But we're a couple
now, Sweeting. Is it not proper to make our entrance together?

Wufei pressed his lips
together so hard they whitened. "We are nothing as far
as I am concerned. And you would do well to remember that my given name is
Wufei."

"Then, Wufei,
it would not bother you in the least to dance with me this evening, correct?"
Trey stared into Wufei's eyes, magnified by the lenses of his glasses. "After
all, what is a dance between two strangers who mean nothing to each other?"

"No. I never dance."
Wufei moved to slide past him, but Trey grinned and deftly blocked his path.
Making and impatient sound, Wufei raised a hand as if to ward him off. Trey
caught it and brought it to his mouth. The pads of Wufei's fingers were moist
against his lips and the faintest perfume clung to them, as if Wufei had been
picking roses.

They were also like ice.

Poor little prince.
"Oh Kala...," Trey kissed each trembling digit in turn. "Don't
be frightened. I won't let any harm come to you."

"Don't--" Wufei
struggled in his grasp, "Don't be ridiculous! Why should I need your
protection? The only thing I'm frightened of is you!"

Trey blinked. The world
seemed to contract, narrowing to the weight of Wufei's palm nestled against
his and the pulse throbbing at his wrist. He could see the dawning horror
on Wufei's face as he realized what he'd revealed.

"Wufei--"

"Wh-what I mean is...."
Wufei scuttled backward, tripping on the step behind him. Trey saved him from
falling -- pulled him close and cupped him tenderly behind the head like a
child.

"Am I truly so terrible?"
he asked. He traced the curve of Wufei's hip and the vital heat of him burned
his palm. "Or is it something else you fear?"

"No.... I ... you
... misunderstand me."

"Do I?"

Wufei's lashes lowered.
"Yes."

Trey regarded him. The
voices drifted from the banquet hall below, a distant roar barely muffled
by the heavy doors. He let his hands slide from Wufei's waist. "Very
well then. Our public awaits."

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"And who is that, over there?" Trey pointed to a thin man standing
just beyond the dais.

Wufei's fingers clenched
in the tablecloth. "Must you know everyone?"

Trey smiled at him, nonplussed.
"Of course. Besides, what else is there to do?"

Wufei stared. They were
on display before the entire kingdom and all Rossetti could think of was the
lack of entertainment? Didn't he realize it was for one very simple reason?

They were it .

Trey, of course, was unconcerned.
Nibbling on a patee, he would occasionally bestow a munificent smile upon
the noblemen drifting past. What Wufei wouldn't give to be so flippant. Then
again, he supposed it was easy when one stood nothing to lose.... Wufei sighed
as the dial on the wall completed another agonizing arc. Surely they had been
here longer than that. As much as he dreaded what was to come, Wufei
had to admit, part of him looked forward to it too: He was eager to return
to life at a more placid pace. His books and the Sheelokata would be a blessing
after all this. He did not yet have a goal to guide him now that he wouldn't
be master of the temple, but that was all right wasn't it? His devotion didn't
have to waver.... Next to him Trey dabbed at his mouth with a flourish. Even
with Rossetti as a husband, surely that would not be so difficult...?

"You know," Trey
sipped at his drink. Wufei's own goblet remained untouched between them. "That's
the fourth time you've looked at that door."

"So?" Wufei wiped
his palms along the fronts of his thighs. What new humilation would Trey try
to impose upon him now?

"So, don't fret so much. You're even tenser than in the hall. If you
keep that up, your neck will be one mess of knots before the night is over.
Of course," Trey's eyes were hooded. " I'd be happy to ... ease
... you."

Wufei felt his cheeks grow
hot. " Stop playing games! At least have some appreciation for the importance
of this event."

"What makes you think
I don't?" Trey frowned. "You're not the only one with something
at stake, here."

Wufei lowered his eyes.
"Forgive me." The barb was well deserved. He was so preoccupied
with his own turmoil it had not occurred to him that this might be difficult
for Rossetti too. No doubt he wasn't any more enthusiastic about this marriage
than Wufei.

"Shh ... it's all
right." Trey leaned closer until his breath was hot against Wufei's cheek.
Don't clam up on me now. We are to be wedded. Talk to me."

Wufei drank rapidly from
his goblet, heedless of the fire in his throat. Trey's breath, spiced with
rosemary and wine feathered along his cheek and the suddenly sensitive round
of his earlobe -- as if a frission of nerves had lodged there. Despite the
breeze blowing from the terrace Wufei was enveloped in an aureole of heat.
Sweat pricked his scalp and he was feverish in a way that had nothing to do
with the wine. He looked into the fringe of Trey's lashes and to his mortification
an ache blossomed in his loins.

"Wh...what could we
possibly have to speak about?"

"Plenty. For example,
why do you not dress like this more often? It does far more for your looks
than those robes."

Wufei's lips tightened.
The joke was unnecessary. With his stature and coloring he knew how ludicrous
he looked in the froth of silk and velvet. Wufei had no hopes of being dashing,
but at least in his robes he was comfortable. He did not have to worry about
looking the fool prancing around in garments better suited to his father's
cushions. "I assure you I am well aware of the limitations of my 'looks'
as you so kindly put it."

Trey was staring at him
as though he'd suddenly sprouted wings and a tail. "Sweet, sweet, Wufei....
It's obvious you've been sorely neglected. Has no one ever told you how magnificent
you are?"

"Don't."
Wufei hunched his shoulders. "I am no woman to beguile with empty
flattery."

"Empty flattery? Love,
we need to do something to remedy your self-perception."

"I choose to be a
realist, thank you. Not some fool hoping to be what he is not."

"And what is this
reality? That you have the disposition of a priest?"

Wufei did not answer. He
was all too familiar with this lecture.

"You are a desirable
man, Wufei."

The goblet quivered beneath
Wufei's palm. "This ... this is hardly a topic for polite conversation."

"Then shall we take
it somwhere private?" Beneath the tablecloth, Trey's hand rested upon
his knee. Wufei's stomach lurched and his head spun from wine drunk too quickly.
Or maybe that was from Trey's thumb mapping the crease on the inside of his
knee -- rubbing in an ever widening radius, causing sensation to zing from
that locus of pressure -- shooting a burst of heat up his thighs. Wufei gasped.
"Not ... not--"

"Ah, good. You two
are already here."

"Father...!"
Wufei wrenched himself away. He knew his face was flaming, but either his
father didn't notice or he chose to ignore it. He took his seat and smiled.

"Beautiful evening
isn't it?"

"Indeed," Trey
rumbled, sounding perfectly collected. Wufei didn't dare look at him for fear
of making a fool of himself again. His hand was still resting on Wufei's chair
and seemed to have no intention of moving.

"How have you been
enjoying Eires, Emperor Rossetti?

"Splendidly. I have
seen your city but still have much to discover. Prince Wufei, however has
been kind enough to offer to explore some of the more...," Trey traced
the boundary where Wufei's shirt met the waistband of his pants, "intimate
... spots with me. Is that not so, Wufei?" His pupils were so dilated
only a narrow rim of blue was visible around the core of black. Wufei felt
the distinct brush of his fingers over his erection and he made a choked sound,
fists clenching in his lap.

"Are you all right,
son?"

"Fine,"
Wufei gritted. It was bad enough Rossetti had taken such ... abhorrent
liberties with his person, but to do so in front of his father...! Wufei glared
and Trey's gaze sidled over to him -- knowing. His mouth twitched and Wufei
willed himself not to blush. How insufferable! And he would have to spend
the rest of his days with this boor...? By the gods, how would he survive
it? Wufei's lip bled under his teeth. To his relief, though, Rossetti's hand
slipped from his chair and rested on the table.

"Good." King
Zechs frowned. "I must admit a bit of surprise, but I'm glad the two
of you are getting along so well."

Getting along well indeed.
Wufei couldn't think of a marriage off to a more disastrous start. "Will
Quatre be joining us?"

"I am expecting him
and Trowa shortly. In fact ... I believe he is coming this way."

So soon! That meant--
Wufei struggled to keep his voice steady. "He is?"

His father nodded, resting
his hands over his stomach like a man who had eaten a hearty meal. "Ah
good, here he is."

"My apologies,"
Quatre hurried over to their table, managing to look both flustered and becoming
all at once. Color was high in his cheeks and his hair, not long from his
bath, curled lovingly around his head. Wufei saw more than a few nobles freeze
in their places as his brother rushed by, their heads cocked towards him like
hounds scenting the air. Even Trey seemed transfixed for a moment. Wufei glowered.
"Where is Trowa?"

"Oh," Quatre
looked up as he smoothed his napkin in his lap. He turned a delicate shade
of pink and Wufei was convinced he heard a sigh waft above the crowd. "Trowa
was ... detained. He'll be here in a bit."

"Humph." Wufei
swallowed, drumming his fingers against his thigh. When Trowa slipped in a
moment later, he knew there was no turning back.

"All right, now that
everyone is here...." King Zechs stood and a wave of murmuring rippled
through the crowd. The page who had been leaning against a column gnawing
at his nails took his place at the dais and Wufei's heart pounded. Bile rose
once again in his throat. In a moment of panic he turned to Trey for reassurance
-- for some hope that he was not alone in this -- and their eyes met. Wufei
saw the surprise on Rossetti's features just as he came to his senses. He
dropped his head. What was he thinking? He would find no comfort there. He
could only count on himself and pray it would be over soon.

"Lords and ladies
of the court, may I have your attention please. His Majesty, King Zechs will
now address you."

"Thank you, Arnelius."
His father paused and another spate of murmuring traveled across the room.
"No doubt you are all wondering why we requested your presence here this
evening." King Zechs smiled, motioning for Wufei and Trey to stand. "I
am pleased to announce an occasion of great joy in Eires. Tonight, we not
only forge an ally -- but we gain a son. May I present, my beloved son, Prince
Wufei -- and his betrothed Emperor Trey of Rossetti!"

What had been a murmur
broke into a roar. Bodies pressed up against the dais, their upturned faces
eager to devor any sign of weakness. Wufei heard a few snickers and riased
his chin, but he could not help the smarting behind his eyes. He felt unspeakably
small -- sacrificed to those laughing mouths.Trey raised his cup in a toast
and Wufei follwed numbly. His father was saying something but Wufei only heard
a garble melding into the voices of the crowd. He searched for something --
anything -- to focus on and found himself fascinated by the way Rossetti's
hair glinted in the firelight, blazing in a bright, leonine halo around his
head. As if sensing it, Trey brought the cup to his lips wetting them, his
teeth gleaming as they parted to drink more fully. His throat worked, adam's
apple bobbing as his gaze followed Wufei's body, promising things he did not
understand.

Wufei's eyes closed. On
his other side, his father gripped his shoulder. When Wufei looked up, King
Zechs was beaming at him.

His smile was wide -- victorious.

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Trey sighed after thanking yet another guest. He glanced over at Wufei who
was silent beside him. Though he held his head high, the evening had clearly
taken its toll. Wufei's shoulders were stiff and he was wan even beneath his
dusky complexion. Most of all he appeared stunned, lips barely moving as he
accepted each congratulations. He seemed so lost that Trey had the urge to
take him in his lap and rock him like a child. He studied the vulnerable curve
of Wufei's lips. This was the fearsome prince? How mistaken they were.

"Prince Wufei, You've
found yourself quite a catch here."

"Lord Maxwell,"
Wufei's gaze flicked over to the stranger without interest.

Trey bowed, taking in the
man's long braid and the rings glittering on his fingers. "I don't believe
I've had the pleasure...?"

"Duo Maxwell -- and
the pleasure is mine."

Wufei stirred as if from
a deep slumber. "Lord Maxwell is Eires' prized soldier. He has won many
battles for my father."

"Indeed?" Trey
eyed the dagger notched in Maxwell's belt. "Few noblemen make good soldiers."

Duo grinned. "Ah my
friend, but I was a soldier first. --And I've been told they make exemplary
noblemen." His eyes twinkled in a way that made Trey laugh. It redeemed
the Eirean court in his eyes considerably.

"Right you are, Lord
Maxwell."

"Duo."

"Duo, will you be
with us for the entire evening?"

He shook his head. "
I'm afraid I can't," his lips spread as he peered over Trey's shoulder.
"I'm hoping to have some luck of my own." Trey turned following
his gaze, but he saw no one interest, just Heero brooding on the terrace.
Puzzled, Trey cocked his head. "Well good luck to you then."

Maxwell winked. "I'm
counting on it. Mind if I offer a word of advice?"

Trey spread his hands.
"By all means...."

"Just between me and
you -- soldier to soldier if you will. You might want to keep an eye
on him."

"Who?"

Duo chuckled. "Looks
like I'm not the only one who'll need some luck tonight." He kept laughing
as he ambled off. "Nice talking tp you, Rossetti."

What the devil....?
Trey pivoted, turning to Wufei. "Do you have any idea what--" He
stifled a curse. Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn.

Wufei was gone.

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Wufei closed the door behind him, careful not to make a sound. The fire in
the grate had burned low, but when he bent to stir the chunks of log they
glowed with renewed life. A pleasant crackling filled the room and the shadows
retreated. The massive shelves along the walls were revealed, the spines of
the books gleaming in their niches. A little cold, Wufei warmed his hands
by the fire. Though the leaves had barely begun to turn, there had been a
fierce wind on the south side of the gardens where Wufei had snuck past to
get to the library. It had all become too much.... The noise, the laughter--
Wufei had to get away. For once he was grateful for Maxwell's untimely appearances.
It had given him the opportunity he needed for his escape. And what better
place to escape to....Not only was the library his favorite room, it was also
private -- away from the main wing and the bustle of the party. He couldn't
stay away too long, lest the guests became suspicious, but he could enjoy
a small reprieve. He would rest a bit and in all the excitement, no one would
think to come looking for him here.

Kicking off his shoes,
Wufei pulled a book from the shelf and stretched out on the sofa. The light
however, was too poor for him to read and he was afraid of lighting a lamp
and notifying someone of his presence. It made no difference anyway. The words
kept swimming before his eyes. Wufei rested his head on his arms and a few
lonely tears wet his fingers before he scrubbed at his cheeks, angry at himself
for succumbing to self-pity. "Pull yourself together, Wufei." he
chided himself, "You cannot afford to fall to hysterics."

Wufei wrapped his arms
around his knees with a sigh. The stockings itched his legs and he desperately
wanted to take them off. Besides that, he must have drunk too much wine because
his head throbbed. He should have known better. As Trowa so often teased him,
he was never any good with alcohol. The room tilted before him and Wufei shook
his head. He really did not feel very good. He had thought it was nervousness
but ... Wufei pressed a hand to his neck. It seemed he might actually be developing
a fever. Like he needed something else to add to his miseries.... Wufei blew
a gust of air past his lips. Surely the gods were punishing him.

"You stubborn little
creature. Do you know how long it took me to find you in here?"

Wufei shot to his feet.
Trey was standing in the doorway with his arms folded across his chest and
Wufei stared. He hadn't even heard the door open. He tried to parry with a
smart retort of his own but failed, too shaken by Rossetti's sudden entrance.
"What are you doing here?"

"Shouldn't I be asking
you that?"

Wufei swallowed as Trey
locked the door. His shirt-sleeves had been rolled up and the bright hairs
on his forearms glinted as he stepped forward.

Wufei darted a nervous
glance at the lock. He should have known Rossetti would not be satisfied unless
he was miserable. Why hadn't he gone to his room? Then again, Wufei wouldn't
put it past Trey to come hunting for him there too and the thought of the
older man in his chamber did strange things to his stomach. No, better that
Rossetti find him here.

"I don't know what
you intend, but unless you have some reason for disturbing me I suggest you
get out." Wufei folded his arms over chest. When Trey scarcely batted
an eyelash, it was obvious he did not look look as fearsome as he hoped. Wufei
bit his lip as Trey sauntered over to the sofa. Airiah, why him?

Rossetti sat and thumbed
through the book Wufei had been reading. He set it on the table, his gaze
drifting to Wufei's stockinged feet. "Wufei, why are you hiding in here?"

"I--I wasn't hiding!"
Wufei blurted but even to his ears it didn't sound convincing.

"Of course not. Most
grooms run away from their own engagement parties." Trey extended his
hand. "Come."

Wufei's lip twisted. "I'm
not that much of a fool."

"But one nonetheless,
hmm? Why are you so convinced I will hurt you?"

"Why?" Wufei
gave a brittle laugh. "You've done nothing but try to humiliate me. Earlier
in the garden -- tonight at the table...." Wufei flushed at the memory.
"Need I continue?"

Trey was quiet. The crackle
and pop of the fire seemed explosive in the silence. Finally, he raised his
eyes to Wufei. "Then I am the fool for mistreating something so precious."

"An admirable attempt,
but sincerity isn't the same thing as a pretty turn of phrase." Wufei
moved past Trey to gather his shoes.

"Wufei...." Trey's
fingers circled his wrist.

"Release me."

"You are right: I
willingly took advantage of you, knowing you were in a vulnerable position.
I apologize. I can offer no excuse for my actions except to say that I am
sorry."

Wufei was not moved. "You
have made it quite clear what an amusing ... anomaly ... I am.
Yet, I am not a toy to manipulate at will. Have your fun at someone else's
expense. If it is a bed mate you seek I am sure there are many out there ....,"
Wufei jerked his thumb at the door, "willing to service you. I lay no
claim to you. In fact, I would welcome another -- outlet -- for your frustrations."

"If I wanted a whore,
I would have sought one a long time ago. You may have no desire to claim me,
" Trey murmured ruefully, "but I find that I must have you, Prince
Wufei."

Trey squeezed his other
wrist and his shoes tumbled to the carpet. Wufei's voice rose, desperate.
"What is it you want from me?"

"I'm not sure yet,
myself, but I do know it is more than you propose."

"I have nothing to
offer a man like you." Wufei shook his head, "No, not anyone."

"I refuse to believe
that." Trey's eyes caressed him. "Wufei.... Have you ever been kissed?"

"Wh ...what?"
Wufei's breath caught in his throat. He didn't like where this conversation
was headed at all.

Trey didn't blink. "Well?"

"I don't see how that's
any of your business."

"Is that a no then?"
Trey's attention was fixed on the curve of his mouth and Wufei grimaced, pressing
his lips together.

"Stop it."

Trey tugged his wrist and
Wufei stumbled, bumping against his knees. "Hmm, definitely a no. I should
have guessed."

"You said you wouldn't...."

"And I won't. This
isn't about manipulation, Kala. I won't make that mistake again. It doesn't
always have to be a battle between us." Trey gave another tug and Wufei
teetered forward, sprawling in Rossetti's lap. He pushed at the hands trying
to cradle him.

"What are you doing?
I don't think--"

"Don't think. Just
relax." Trey 's fingers settled on either side of Wufei's neck. He
kneaded his shoulders and Wufei shuddered, feeling the slide of silk over
skin. There was no pattern to Rossetti's caresses -- only that wherever they
pressed they left Wufei trembling. He massaged Wufei's temples, the knot at
the base of his neck, along his spine ... until warmth flowed through his
limbs and he was like putty in Trey's large hands.... So malleable that it
took him moment to register that Trey had lowered him to the sofa, a cushion
propped carefully behind his head.

Wufei frowned. He tried
to sit up but it was like wading through mud. "We ... we should get back.
People will wonder what happened."

"Hush." Trey
eased him back against the little pillow. "Stop trying to rationalize
everything for once. Don't speak, don't think--" Cupping Wufei's face
between his palms, Trey rested his forehead against his. "Don't think.
I'm going to kiss you right now, Wufei and I just want you to feel.

Trey's eyes hinted at something
hot and mysterious. Wufei did not know what it was -- only that it made his
stomach clench even as it heated his blood with answering fire. Uncertainty
shivered through him and Wufei closed his eyes against that paradoxical unknown.
He wanted to pull away, to protest that this was silly and dangerous and undermined
control. And yet, he was curious.... Even as he railed at himself for a weakling,
he found he could not turn away. What would it feel like? Was this not another
confirmation of his ineptitude? Why should he allow a man he despised to do
this? Did he despise Trey? Why--

Trey's mouth slanted over
his, effectively silencing the demons in his head. Yet, it was not the ravaging
Wufei was expecting. Trey's lips were moist, his breath warm. He brushed against
Wufei once ... twice, then retreated to suckle on his lower lip, taking the
entirety of the soft fleshiness in his mouth. Wufei's eyes slid shut and he
whimpered, hands clenching in Trey's shirt. When had his lips parted? Wufei
did not know. He wanted to say something, but Trey began a delicate licking
around the inside of his mouth. And then the hot squirm of his tongue invaded
him, stroking along the roof of his palate ... even dipping into the well
beneath his lip -- stealing the breath from him. Trey was making little guttural
noises, pressing him into the cushions with his big body and Wufei's arms
curved hesitantly around him. He returned the pressure of his lips and Rossetti's
entire body clenched. He tore away, panting.

"Wufei-- Gods...."

Trey nipped his earlobe,
moving down to mouth the soft spot beneath Wufei's jaw. His tongue, hot and
slick, darted into the hollow of his collarbones and Wufei's head lolled against
the cushions. "I--"

"Shhh," Trey
drew him closer. His arm brushed his chest and Wufei froze, gasping at the
hypersensitivity of his nipples. When had...?

Trey, however, seemed to
understand. His fingers tangled in the criss-cross of lacings at his throat,
inching down the neckline until Wufei's nipple peeked above the cloth, dark
and engorged. An eager sound rumbled from Rossetti's chest and even in the
flicker from the hearth Wufei saw the sudden expansion of his pupils. Trey
stared at the rose-dark circle and Wufei turned away, prickling with embarrassment.
"Trey please--"

"Hmm?" Nuzzling
the cloth aside, Trey drew him into his mouth. The sensation was so sharp
and so unexpected that Wufei moaned, heat spiralling between his legs. He
felt himself hardening -- rising to greet the pleasure and his fingers clenched
in Trey's hair, no longer sure if they wanted to push away or pull closer.

"That's it ...."
Trey groaned, pressing a palm between his shoulder blades. "Gods
... I knew you would respond like this." Wufei barely heard him above
the roar in his ears. It didn't matter in any case because Trey's mouth widened,
deepening the suction around his nipple. His tongue rasped at him, flicking
the tiny bud until Wufei thought he would burst. Lips grazing Wufei's chest
as they moved to the other side, Trey nursed the left nipple as he had the
right. All the while his fingers rubbed and plucked its already sensitized
partner and Wufei cried out, pressing an arm over his eyes. Shamed that such
a thing could bring him pleasure.... Surely only women were made for this...?

"Trey...." He
pushed at Trey's shoulders and Rossetti protested around his morsel, groaning
deep in his throat. Wufei arched his neck, whimpering. "Stop--"

Trey's chest heaved. For
long moments he did not move. When he pulled away his hands were trembling.
"What?"

"I...." Wufei's
jaw clenched.

Trey's lips, reddened from
his ministrations puckered in confusion. "I'm afraid you have to give
me a bit more than that, Love."

"What you were doing...."
Wufei frowned."Shouldn't it--? I shouldn't ... I don't think...."
He winced at his own babbling. "Men aren't supposed to enjoy that."
he said flatly.

Trey smiled "You mean
you didn't enjoy it?" His voice was gentle.

Wufei stared into the fire,
glowering. "I am no expert in these matters, but I am aware of certain
facts. Women enjoy such ... stimulation. I am male. You need not ... exert
... yourself."

"You and your rules...."
Trey sighed, stroking Wufei's hair. "Everybody is different, love. Yes,
women tend to be more sensitive to such play, but that does not mean men cannot.
Even among women there is great variation -- just as some men could care less
for such teasing while the merest of touches drives others to distraction."
Trey peered at Wufei. "It is not a question of manhood or womanhood,
but the fact that each lover is unique -- special in his or her own way. Then,
there are the lucky few who are made for passion -- for whom every touch is
like fire...." Trey's smile burned along Wufei's body."Like yourself...."

"Lucky?" Wufei
whispered. Why would anyone want such a humiliating vulnerability?
Trey must be wrong. He would prefer to be much less ... responsive
... and far more stoic.

Trey nodded. "I knew
it from the moment we met. This is not the place and we have not the time,
but there are many things I want to share with you. Trey's thumb began a slow
circling around his nipple, and Wufei crumpled against him, dazed. "It
will be a discovery for both of us." He pressed his lips against Wufei's
ear. "Let me come to your bed tonight. I promise to be very gentle."

Tonight? Panicked,
Wufei struggled to rise above his haze of pleasure. "No!" Trey's
palm slipped beneath the hem of his shirt and he groaned. "I can't--"

"All right, Love."
Trey released Wufei, "But should you change your mind, my door is always
open."

As far as Wufei was concerned,
it was an invitation better not extended. The only time he would ever enter
Trey's bedroom was if the man was not in it. Wufei sat up and took
in the mortifying state of his undress. His shirt was rumpled, its laces straggling
down his stomach and his braid was half undone. Wufei raised a hand to his
face. "My glasses...."

Trey smiled and handed
them to him from where they were folded on the table. "Here."

"Thanks." Searching
for his hair tie Wufei found it was also missing. He raised an eyebrow at
Trey.

Rossetti laughed. "Sorry,
I'm not responsible for that one."

Wufei huffed. Wonderful.
He tried re-doing the braid, but as expected, without the tie the heavy mass
of his hair simply unraveled, lying oppressively over his shoulders . Wufei
glared at Rossetti. "Now I have to go to my chambers to retrieve another
tie."

Trey leaned back. There
was an odd expression on his face as he watched Wufei. "If this is the
result, then I can hardly mourn its loss."

Wufei could bet. No doubt
he found great amusement from this entire situation. He picked up his shoes
and turned to Trey. "I will return to the feast shortly." Wufei
ducked his head. "Would you ... could you make excuses...?"

Trey rose, "Of course."

"Thank you."
Wufei started towards the door when a wave of dizziness overcame him. He stumbled
and Trey was immediately at his elbow.

"Are you all right?

Wufei nodded. He pressed
a hand to his forehead, "Just ... just a little light-headed." Besides
that tie, it might be a good idea to find Trowa before re-joining the feast.
Maybe his friend would have something for this pounding in his head. Wufei
brushed Trey's arm away. "I'm fine--truly."

Rossetti's eyes danced.
"Are my kisses so potent then? I'm flattered."

It was confirmed. He
hated Rossetti. Wufei discovered the one good thing about having his hair
loose was that he could hide his flaming face behind it. "I ... I...
must go...." Wufei didn't even bother to put on his shoes. He hurried
out of the library without a second glance.

The wind had picked up
strength and speed while he was inside and its sting was balm to Wufei's muddled
senses as he weaved past the buildings. Mindful of his dishabille, he picked
a circuitous path back to the palace, sheltered by a roof of beech trees.
The thought alone of being spotted and questioned spurred him to a rapid pace.
Hunching his shoulders against a particularly powerful gust Wufei plowed toward
the kitchens.

Trey's warm gaze, however,
lingered ... following him into the darkness.

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Life was good. No, life
was very, very good. Trey crossed his arms behind his head with a sigh.
The evening had turned out to be far more than he expected. He recalled Wufei's
scent ... the way he'd arched in his hands.... Trey groaned. Gods.

And still, it wasn't enough....

Dare he even hope for more?
Wufei was delectable -- and more passionate than the best of Trey's fantasies.
He was also the most conflicted individual Trey had ever met.
Then again -- he noted to his chagrin -- he had probably caused a fair share
of that conflict. Wufei was skittish, yes, but as the prince so bitterly reminded
him, he had done little to put him at ease. Trey had seen the hurt in Wufei's
eyes and he regretted it. Perhaps it was best this way after all. It seemed
it might do him good to learn some patience -- no matter how tempting the
object of his desires was.

Trey smiled. And If tonight
was any example, it would be well worth the wait....

Making sure the fire had
burned down sufficiently, Trey left the library and began heading towards
the main hall. It was a lovely evening, even if the wind nipped a bit. He
discovered a path amidst the manicured bushes and on a whim, followed it.
After the intimacy shared with Wufei he was not in the least inclined to return
to the party. Trey peered at the gray sun burning in the east. He could spend
a little more time away before being missed....

He wondered if Wufei had
made it to his chambers yet. A perverse part of Trey hoped that he wouldn't
find that hair tie he was so desperate for. Wufei had no idea how fetching
he looked with his hair tumbled about his shoulders like that. Loose and thick
it beckoned a man's hands. It had taken all of Trey's control not to sink
his fingers into the soft mass and kiss Wufei breathless. He wanted to see
it wet, clinging to Wufei's skin in slick tendrils. He would--

"Ouch! Damn it."
Trey rubbed his ankle as he tripped over something in the path. It rolled
over, glinting in the moonlight. Had someone dropped a watch -- or a brooch?
No, this was too small and too square. Hmm.... Trey squinted. Had he seen
it somewhere before? He couldn't shake the feeling that it was familiar somehow.....

Ah well. Trey shook his
head. Laughing to himself, he dusted his pants. The gods must be trying to
tell him to cool off.

Walking over to the spot
he had seen it roll in, Trey bent to retrieve the piece of jewellery.

And froze....

It was not jewellery at
all -- but a buckle.... Trey turned the little mound over. A shoe. He forced
himself to remain calm. It couldn't be.... It had to be a coincidence....His
stomach churned. He pivoted -- and found the other side of Wufei's shoe tumbled
in the grass.

What by the gods had
happened! Trey recalled Wufei's stumble -- his insistence he was okay
-- and cursed. He should have known better. Wufei was the last to admit to
anything he perceived as weakness -- and Trey didn't doubt that asking for
help was high up on that list. He swallowed, eyes darting about for some sign
of his prince. He didn't have to look far. Trey gave a cry, his fists clenching
as he spotted a bulky form not far ahead. There was no mistaking Wufei's pale
shirt rippling in the breeze.

"Wufei!" Trey
lunged forward closing the space between them with a speed he didn't know
he possessed. Wufei was sprawled against the cobblestones, his hair fanning
about him like a dark web. Trey pulled him into his arms and he moaned, the
whites of his eyes rolling behind his eyelids. There was a bruise on his cheek
where he had scraped it against the stones and his skin was hot, feverish.

"Wufei," Trey
shook him. "Wufei ... Love, look at me."

Wufei's only response was
the sudden clenching of his body and groan so deep Trey felt its vibration
along his arms.

The blood pounded in Trey's
temples until his head ached. This wasn't happening. He refused to let it.
Not after tonight.... Not after everything they'd shared. He would not
lose him.

Trey staggered to his feet,
hugging Wufei to his chest.

He would not lose him.
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