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Truce	By : Michalyn Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1101 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing/AC, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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

Pairings: 13x5, past OCx5

Warnings: AU, angst, sap, lime/lemon.

Truce [Sequel to "Chicken Soup"]

by Michalyn

"Treize ... I don't know about this...."
Wufei's hands stilled over another glossy photograph. "I don't think any
of these are for me." He closed the magazine and set down his glasses.
Even in the low lamplight of the bedroom, Treize could see the flush mounting
his cheeks.

"What?" Treize looped an arm
around him, pulling Wufei close until they were both nestled against the pillows.
"You're giving up already?"

"I'm not giving up,"Wufei
bristled. "It's just...." He frowned, floundering.

"Tell me," Treize probed, unsurprised
at Wufei's resistance. Even under the best circumstances it would have taken
some coaxing to get his reticent husband to open up to such an idea. As it stood
now, Wufei's natural shyness was coupled with embarrassment and not a little
resentment. He was tense against Treize, his shoulders hunched in a hostile
line.

Treize kneaded the knotted muscles, encouraging
him to relax. When Wufei didn't respond, he sighed. "Come now," he
reminded him gently, "Remember what Dr. Mussman said?"

If Wufei was ambivalent before, he became
completely resistant at the mention of the doctor's name.

"Dr. Mussman was your
idea. I still don't think we need a therapist."

Wufei's tone was crisp, but what Treize
heard in his voice was hurt -- and maybe a little fear. He also knew him well
enough to know if they didn't begin trying to confront this, he would simply
retreat until the subject couldn't be broached at all. And that was the last
thing they needed. For all his conviction in honor and responsibility, Wufei
had a remarkable knack for ignoring the things he did not want to face. It stung
a little -- no, a lot -- knowing after all they had been through,
and despite his best efforts, Wufei still didn't trust him.

"Fei .... Wasn't she right? Wasn't
what she had to say useful?" Treize asked, careful to tamp down his own
frustration and rising anger. Wufei always made things so difficult.

Wufei looked away and Treize's lips thinned.
Christ he could be stubborn! "You promised to at least try. Are you going
to go back on your word, now?"

Wufei's look was mutinous. "I never
promised anything...."

"Damn it, you are not going to do
this." Treize clenched his fingers, wishing he could shake some sense into
Wufei. "You're not going to put me off of this -- not this time. I've been
patient, walking on eggshells for an entire year, but god damn it, Wufei, you're
not the only one in this relationship and I have a right to know what happened."

"Nothing happened."
Wufei gritted through clenched teeth. "Why can't you just--"

"No." Treize's gaze fell to
high-necked pajamas Wufei always wore to bed. "When my husband flinches
from my touch, we have a problem."

"That's not true," Wufei began
slowly, "I always welcome your touch...." Red-faced, he jabbed a finger
at the abandoned magazine. "Sheila Mussman is wrong. We don't need these
... toys. Isn't our sex life fine as it is? I like when we make
love. Why do we have to bring these things between us?" Wufei stared at
his hands. "If you're bored with me...."

Treize frowned. "That was a cheap
shot and you know it."

"Is it?" Wufei asked. "I
warned you what you were getting into when we met: I'm not sexy or 'hot' --
or whatever you want to call it. I like things simple. You chose not to believe
it. Or maybe you told yourself you could change me-- I don't know." Wufei
made a curt motion. "How can you blame me for that now?"

Treize couldn't believe what he was hearing.
More than anything, knowing how patient he had been, particularly in the beginning
when Wufei wouldn't let anyone near him, the insinuation hurt. Did Wufei truly
think so little of him? Treize studied his husband.

"Blame?" He shook his head.
"This goes far beyond 'liking things simple' as you put it. The truth is
Martin Rider is in bed with us every time we make love. You refuse to talk about
your relationship with him, but I'm not such a fool as you think me to be. I've
had my suspicions for a long time now and not damn a thing has changed to disprove
them. And if they're correct--" Gods, if they were correct.... Treize swallowed."That
bastard better pray I never find him."

Wufei winced at the mention of his ex-lover.
It was the first time either of them had spoken his name aloud. They had danced
around it before, Wufei sealing himself off and Treize making veiled references
in an attempt to placate him. Well, no more....

"Wufei...."

"You don't know what you're talking
about." Wufei was turning on his side, preparing to shut him out utterly.
It was a customary response that for all his love for his husband, Treize couldn't
think of as anything but selfish.

"Don't I?" Treize shot forward,
pressing Wufei into the mattress and nudging his legs apart in the same movement.
He reached between their bodies to cup Wufei's genitals, and the smaller man,
already half turned away and unprepared for a confrontation, struggled, instinctively
shielding himself. "No!" Wufei gasped his eyes white with fear and
unseeing. His arm came up, striking Treize in the face. "Stop!"

Treize stilled. He rolled over, wiping
at his bleeding lip. "How do you explain that?"

Wufei's breathing was harsh, his face
ashen -- haunted -- as he stared at Treize's bloodied mouth. The trembling that
had started in his hands spread now to his entire body. "Sorry, sorry....
I don't know what ... I wasn't expecting...." He scrambled over, trying
to see to the wound. "Forgive me ... I.... Let me get something....."
He started to rise but Treize stayed him.

"It isn't important." He searched
Wufei's features. "Wufei I'm not going to leave this alone. When Sheila
recommended the toys as a means of building trust, I thought it would be simple.
Now I see how much we needed it." Wufei opened his mouth to protest, but
Treize shook his head, refusing to be deterred. "Tell me what just happened,
Wufei. It's not the first time and until we do something about it, it won't
be the last."

Too careful of his husband's feelings,
Treize had never tried to provoke Wufei before. Tonight, however, he felt it
was necessary to prove his point. They had been married for a year, lovers for
longer. Yet, at his best, Wufei was skittish -- at his worst, he went to great
lengths to try to control their lovemaking. He enjoyed caressing Treize, but
when it was Treize's turn to tease and touch, Wufei became uncertain. He liked
making love but insisted on "not too much pleasure". Treize liked
to linger afterwards, simply talking and memorizing by touch, the beauty of
Wufei's nakedness, but Wufei was shy about his body and too eager, Treize thought,
to wash away the evidence of their mutual pleasure. He was always hiding, always
on his guard and Treize had exhausted all his options. It was time for a change.

Wufei lowered his head. "You surprised
me, that's all. That's why I asked you before, not to.... I don't do well with
sudden movements ... not when it comes to ... not here"

"Here?" Treize studied the dark
head. "You mean in bed." It wasn't a question.

Wufei hesitated. "Yes."

Treize moved to embrace him. At first
it seemed Wufei would resist, but he relaxed, allowing himself to be pulled
close. "Love, what did he do? I know about his mind games, but that's not
all is it?" Treize took a deep breath, blood churning with rage at even
the thought of something so horrible. "Wufei, did he ...
did he ra--"

"No! Please...," Wufei stiffened.
"It's nothing like that."

"Then tell me," Treize urged.
"Whatever it is, it's certainly serious enough to get you so upset."

"You're making too much of this.
You know I don't have much experience when it comes to sex. I'm ... I'm not
good at it" Wufei scowled. "I'm not responsive so Martin would ...
would ... try to make me react."

Treize was so livid he could barely trust
himself to speak. "Make you react?" he said very carefully.

Wufei nodded and the hopeful look he turned
to Treize -- as if he were somehow to blame for the bastard's
abuse -- twisted his vitals. "He said I wasn't spontaneous, so he tried
to surprise me. That way, I wouldn't know what to expect and respond more naturally."
Wufei's voice was flat. "It didn't work. It hurt and I hated being off
balance all the time."

"He hurt you?"

Wufei saw his expression and quickly shook
his head. "It was just little things ... but I never knew which times it
would feel good and when it ... wouldn't." He pressed his lips together.

Treize frowned, knowing Wufei was hedging.
"Why wouldn't it feel good?"

"He would pinch me hard, or squeeze--"
Wufei's face was fiery now. "It was nothing. Mostly my nipples and between
my legs...." He gestured helplessly.

"My god," Treize ground out.
"What kind of animal is he?" Wufei was particularly
sensitive in these areas, something Treize was more than aware of. It was part
of why he enjoyed him so much as a lover, delighting in the fact that he responded
so readily to the gentlest of his caresses. It meant however, that one must
be gentle, for it was just as easy to cause him pain. That someone would deliberately
try to hurt him, was nothing short of cruel.

"First of all, you need to forget
this garbage about not being good in bed." Treize's voice was fierce as
he pressed Wufei to his chest. "You're wonderful, desirable and respond
to my touch as no other. Rider wasn't interested in your pleasure but in his
own depravity. He abused you physically and emotionally in some twisted game
of his, and I can't tell you how proud I am that you were strong enough to put
an end to it."

Wufei's brow was furrowed. "No. It
wasn't abuse," he insisted.

"Wufei...,"

"I am not defenseless. I could have
stopped him...." His voice wavered, uncertain.

That Wufei was stilling trying to absolve
Rider of the blame was testament enough to the havoc the relationship had wreaked
on his self-esteem. Treize shook his head. "Wufei, gods ... I would never
hurt you in that way."

"I know. Treize--" Wufei looped
his arm around his neck, pulling him downwards and planting an awkward kiss
at the side of his mouth. "I don't want to talk anymore." His hands,
small and soft, stroked up and down his torso then disappeared, without warning,
beneath the waistband of his boxers. Wufei boldly took hold of him and Treize
groaned, hips surging forward.

"Wufei ... fuck." Treize clutched
at the sheets, shuddering. But Wufei was intent on his purpose, kissing his
face and throat and chest, all the while stroking him in a hot, implacable rhythm,
his thumb pressing against the wet tip of him at the pinnacle of the caress.
He moved lower, gently cupping and rolling Treize's testicles and all was lost.
He tried to hold back, shocked at being so quickly undone, but it was futile.
Seized by a wave of intense pleasure, he could do nothing but surrender the
offering Wufei demanded of him.

Treize collapsed against the pillows,
panting. He shucked off the boxers already pushed half-way down his thighs and
watched as Wufei wiped his hands with the corner of the sheet, then dabbed at
Treize's own belly.

"Come here." He smiled, burying
his fingers in Wufei's hair. The kiss he gave him was soft and languid, echoing
the rhythms of a deeper joining. "Chang Wufei, are you trying to distract
me?"

Wufei bit his lip, dark eyes unreadable.
"Is it working?"

Treize laughed, a little sad. "No
... no, I'm afraid it isn't. As magnificent as that was -- and it was,"
he assured Wufei, seeing his doubtful look, "I wonder that you would feel
the need to use such tactics." He retrieved the magazine with its assortment
of dildos and plugs and other paraphernalia and tossed it in the wastepaper
basket. "You're right: We're not ready for that type of play. Not yet ...
perhaps not for a long time...."

"I'm sorry, it's my fault. I...."
Wufei clenched his fists. His throat worked convulsively.

"Shh, it's all right." Treize
turned off the lamp. He lifted the covers and Wufei slid under them, clinging
to his side. They were quiet for a long time, with only Wufei's harsh breathing
filling the silence and his lashes wet against Treize's neck. Treize stroked
his hair and wrapped him closer so that he ended up with his back against the
pillows and Wufei sprawled against his chest, his small body molded to Treize's
in all its warmth and strength and vulnerability.

And Treize held him and kissed him, murmured
soft words and caressed him, and bit by bit Wufei's breathing slowed. He was
at peace.

"Treize...?"

"Hmm?"

Wufei gave a shaky sigh. His voice rose
hoarse and gravelly in the darkness."So what are supposed to do now?"
Beneath the folds of the blanket his hand found Treize's and held fast.

Treize smiled. "Sleep. Tomorrow we'll
make some appointments -- together."

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