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Cherished	By : Michalyn Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1663 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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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.

My dear beta
is really swamped right now, so instead of bombarding her with yet another
chapter, I'm posting this new story as is, for now. I tried to catch any glaring
errors but please excuse any mistakes you may find.

This story is dedicated to Ikari no
Kawaii for being a sweetie and for pointing me to the inspiration for this
fic. (Click
here to take a peek. I edited and prettied up the original pic)

Cherished

by Michalyn

Warnings: 13x6x5, PWP, Oneshot

Rating: MA for graphic lemon

"Let me take him."

Milliardo made a soft sound
of disagreement, careful not to jostle Wufei in his arms. "Hush, you'll
wake him."

Treize stared at Wufei's
flushed cheeks and parted lips and smiled. "This is so unlike him. I
cannot believe he actually fell asleep." They passed the living room,
and Treize paused to turn off the lamps as he followed Milliardo up the stairs.
The other man stopped, waiting for him.

"That just goes to
show how exhausted he is." Milliardo grimaced, keeping his voice low.
"Is it really necessary for him to work such late hours at the university?
Surely other assistants do not keep his schedule."

"Of course not, but
you know how much this assistantship with the Philosophy Department means
to Wufei. He's determined to prove he's worthy of further sponsorship so he
can get into the PhD program. I suppose I can't blame him, even if he is a
bit too earnest." Treize moved ahead of Milliardo to open the bedroom
door. "Lovers or no, when he sets his mind on something, neither you
nor I can convince him otherwise."

Milliardo sighed. "How
well do I know it. I never doubt for a minute that he loves us, but I can't
help thinking this triangle of ours propels him to be even more conventional
in his external life. It's as though he has to prove to himself that that
rigidity will somehow balance out whatever excesses he thinks our love affords
him." Milliardo shook his head again. "But that is also why we love
him, no?"

"Hmm," Treize
leaned forward and their lips met. Wedged between their bodies, Wufei made
a murmuring sound and Treize's mouth spread into a grin.

"Come, let's get him
ready for bed."

Wufei blinked, registering many things at once as he came to slow consciousness.
The glow of the single lamp at his bedside, the pungency of burning incense
and incredible living heat at his back and at his side ... made all the more
vivid by the fact that he was naked. Wufei's eyes widened, all grogginess
fled. His hair was loose and when he tried to jerk himself upright, strong
arms held him in place.

"Off so soon?"
Treize's hot breath fanned against his ear. "Milliardo, I do believe
he is trying to leave us after we went to all this trouble." Next to
Wufei, Milliardo prowled closer, his unbound hair a gleaming mass over his
shoulders.

"Tut, tut. So ungrateful,"
he purred. Milliardo's eyes, burning azure, locked with Wufei's, " We
can't have that now, can we, Treize?"

Wufei swallowed audibly,
trying to rally his defenses. How on earth had he allowed himself to become
so befuddled that he had not even noticed he'd fallen asleep at his desk?
Surely he was not napping so long that his lovers would have worried and felt
the need to check on him? Wufei strained to read the digits on the clock near
the bed. He swore. After 1 AM. He had overdone it. Wufei struggled
to find his voice.

"All right, perhaps
I did extend my shift a little more than necessary, but I see no reason--"

"Feet, or chest, Milliardo?"

"I'll take the lower
half, thanks."

"Ge...gentlemen ...
oh gods," Wufei gasped as Milliardo grasped each of his ankles
and with slow deliberation spread him. A hot flush burned through Wufei's
body and he gave one last desperate attempt at flight, spurred by a tumble
of panic and fevered excitement.

"They weren't going
to...." his thoughts tangled together, "they wouldn't ... had never
actually teamed up on him." Wufei's entire body shuddered as he contemplated
the possibilities ahead of him. In that moment, even he could not have said
whether it was from arousal or fear. His eyes darted from Milliardo, to Treize's
arm locked about his waist. They were always careful with him ... knew he
didn't like to lose control ... it wasn't that he feared it ... not quite
... perhaps a little ... but...." Wufei's train of thought crumbled as
Milliardo moved closer.

The older man's weight
pressed into the mattress. He did not caress Wufei. Instead, he curled Wufei's
heels back onto his hips and simply looked at him.

Wufei's knees caved. Or
rather, they attempted to. He would have succeeded if Treize had not chosen
that moment to assist Milliardo by looping his arms behind Wufei's knees.
Wufei made a strangled sound, shielding himself with his hands. It was not
so much that he was shy as he knew his own sensitivity. The vulnerability
of the pose could only mean exquisite torture for him and that shared knowledge
was as palpable among them as the fragrant smoke curling in the air. Under
the instensity of Milliardo's gaze, every instinct of Wufei's could but demand
escape.

Milliardo contempated him,
grinning. "It's quite pointless to hide, Wufei. Why don't you just relax
and accept your punishment? I promise you won't regret it."

Wufei's hands were trembling,
but he still managed to let out an exasperated breath. "You promise punishment
and expect me to relax? I know you, Marquise and your form of punishment ...
it's...." Wufei flushed, unable to finish.

"My form of punishment?"
Milliardo's breath bathed Wufei's knuckles. It was the only warning he would
get before the heat of the blond's tongue delved between the grooves of his
fingers, probing to the more delicate flesh beneath. Wufei's hands jerked
and his and Milliardo's moans rose in unison.

Treize chuckled. "Delicious,
isn't he?"

"Mmm," Milliardo
nuzzled Wufei's testicles. "Exquisite."

The pads of his fingers
found the silken flesh of Wufei's perineum and began rubbing in a lazy circular
motion -- just enough to sensitize, but not nearly enough to apply the pressure
Wufei needed most. A fine sheen of perspiration broke over his skin as pleasure
bloomed and burst. His voice, as muddled as his senses, caught on a sound
that was neither moan nor curse. Wufei's fingers twisted in the sheets, his
head lolling against Treize's shoulder. He saw the fire in Milliardo's eyes
and Wufei bit his lip hard, refusing to be bested.

He would not beg.

A pale eyebrow rose. "So
that's how you want to play it? A little higher, please, Treize."

"You bastards!"
Wufei swore as Treize lifted him, but it was useless.

Milliardo's thumb caressed
his entrance. Not pressing or demanding, but stroking around the ring of muscle
with care, and for all Wufei's determination, he could not help the delicate
spasm that seized him. Milliardo smiled knowingly at the seeking movement
and Wufei turned his face away, embarrassed.

"Sweet, sweet, Wufei,
your body knows what it wants," Milliardo purred, circling Wufei again.
He buried his face between Wufei's thighs, dipping below his testicles to
bestow upon him the most intimate of kisses.

"No--" Wufei
shook, a man in torment. Milliardo's lips were soft and moist and the heat
of his mouth hid the vivid probe of his tongue. He continued to taste Wufei,
alternating broad, flat swipes with more pointed caresses, and Wufei writhed,
suddenly grateful for Treize's hands behind his knees, for he was sure he
could not have held them up himself. His chest was heaving and though Wufei
had not begged yet, cries burst from his lips to echo off the canopied bed.

Treize made a rumbling
sound of pleasure; he kissed Wufei's hot cheek, soothing him. "Have you
tormented him enough, dear Milliardo? As lovely as the view is from here,
I have some treats of my own."

"Ah." Milliardo
released him, as did Treize. Wufei made a feeble protest, but he was lifted
and resettled, this time in the cradle of Milliardo's arms. The blond cupped
him behind his neck and for the first time that night their lips met. Milliardo's
hands tangled in Wufei's hair but though his movements were passionate, they
were never rough. Milliardo sought out the warmth of Wufei's scalp, stroking
the fine hairs at his temple and at the nape of his neck. Wufei clung to him,
shivering with the heat Milliardo had awakened in him.

"Gods," Treize
moaned, "if only you could see yourselves." Wufei tried to follow
him, but Milliardo was kissing him again and Treize disappeared at the edges
of his vision, his weight dipping off the bed. Moving, Wufei guessed as he
heard Treize open a drawer, to retrieve the lubricant they kept stashed there.
His heart thudded.

"Come, come, aren't
you going to share?" Treize returned. He smiled, taking first Milliardo's
lips and then Wufei's. He was thorough and Wufei closed his eyes as the warm
slide of Treize's tongue turned his bones to honey. All the while, Milliardo
soothed and caressed him, the tips of his fingers trailing up and down Wufei's
arms until goose pimples broke out over his skin. Wufei could feel the heat
of Treize's body as the older man settled between his thighs, but any defense
he might have presented was toppled as Milliardo kissed him again. For all
their gentleness, however, both men seemed determined to ignore his erection,
and Wufei, desperate for relief, decided to take the job in hand himself.

"No, no that is mine."
Treize swatted Wufei away. Immediately, Milliardo laced their fingers together,
eliminating any possibility of rebellion.

"Wufei," Treize
breathed over Wufei's erection, "I think we need to re-examine your work
schedule."

Wufei's eyes widened. In
these situations, it was best to appeal to reason. "Now Treize,"
he began shakily, "I've admitted I was remiss. Surely there's no need
for such underhanded methods?" Wufei held his breath.

"Milliardo do you
consider this underhanded?"

"Oh not at all, Treize,
not in the least."

"That's good,"
Treize's lips spread, "for I plan to be quite direct." He rubbed
over the sensitive crown of Wufei's erection, and a shout broke from Wufei.
He shuddered, slumping in Milliardo's arms.

"Ah," Treize
did not cease his torment, "I love this part of you best." Milliardo
rumbled his approval as Treize lifted fingers wet with Wufei's own excitement.
"Do you need us that badly, my darling?"

Wufei groaned as heat burst
over him. He closed his eyes, mortified and damnably more excited as Treize
continued to whisper shocking things to him.

While Milliardo used touch, it was most often Treize who brought this talk
to the bedroom. He had realized early on that, ingrown, bookish creature that
Wufei was, an intimate suggestion or sensual turn of phrase could leave him
as weak kneed as a caress. He used that knowledge now to his advantage, calling
more sweet pulses from Wufei.

"So lovely,"
Treize sighed. "I do believe I shall have a taste."

Treize's mouth surrounded
him. Even as Wufei tried to absorb the sensation, the older man was circling
his entrance, teasing him with warm slick fingers, slipping deftly in. Wufei
cried out; a sound devoid of restraint or coherence. No words, just an unadulterated
expression of need and a demand for fulfillment in a language as formless
as desire itself.

Milliardo's breath was
hot against Wufei ear. He whispered endearments, tender admonishments, hot
naked words that brought a fever to Wufei's skin. Wufei's hips rocked in an
urgent rhythm as Treize, deliberately coy, stroked his passage -- now withdrawing,
now caressing, now reaching deep within Wufei to ignite the node of pleasure
that left him helpless in Milliardo's arms.

And still there was no
release in sight. While Treize suckled and stroked him, Milliardo plucked
a livewire of pleasure that twanged from Wufei's nipples to his loins. Ecstasy
refracted, doubled, magnified. When Wufei moaned, Treize and Milliardo murmured
to him. They would extract not just his pleasure, they promised, but his full
surrender.

Hemmed in as he was by
one lover's cradling arms and the other's dark eyes, Wufei could only imagine
the wanton picture they must make. He was distantly aware that later, after
the fire of passion had cooled, he would probably be embarrassed to recall
it. Yet, for now, Milliardo's and Treize's touches were soft upon him and
beyond the physical pleasure, they told Wufei with hands, fingers and hot,
seeking mouths that they loved him, wanted him -- that he was impossibly cherished.

Wufei's vow was forgotten
and he pleaded yes, he wanted it, yes he felt good, yes he would not give
them such a fright again, yes he would take better care of himself....

Yes he loved them.

Treize and Milliardo were
attentive lovers but even they could only test so far the limits of their
endurance. They slipped beneath the blankets, Treize curled into Milliardo,
curled into Wufei. Three unlikely kittens encircled by the weave of their
affection. Treize and Milliardo domesticated, taking in the straggler that
was Wufei.

This was a great point
of contention among them. Milliardo and Treize claimed that Wufei still saw
himself as an outsider, that he did not believe in the strength of their love.
Wufei protested. How could he explain to the two men? It was not that he doubted
their love but sometimes, watching Treize's arm on Milliardo's or the way
Wufei would find them curled together on the couch when he came home from
the library, he could not help but wonder about that nebulous period they
jokingly referred to as "the time before Wufei." For Milliardo and
Treize, Wufei knew the phrase meant that his presence was something sweet
and momentous, but three was an odd number in every sense. Wufei was reminded
that he was an enhancement, an embellishment to an already stable foundation.
In the beginning, he had vowed to protect himself. He would demand no more
than he was given and take no more than he received. Wufei had not anticipated
that the two men would ask nothing of him and give him all their love in return.
So, if he pushed himself too hard or worked a little too late, perhaps it
was because he was desperately trying to develop another foundation for himself.
Perhaps he was afraid that now that he had lost himself to them he would lose
them.

Afterwards when they had
showered and returned to bed, Wufei waited till his lovers were asleep and
padded downstairs. He found his glasses on the coffee table and he moved to
the study with them. He could not find the paper he had been working on in
the office, though he was sure Treize and Milliardo would have taken care
to gather it among his things. Wufei settled instead with the next week's
reading, but his eyes kept burning and he could not forget the image of Milliardo
and Treize snuggled together upstairs. He enjoyed nights like the one they
had just spent, knew Treize and Milliardo took special pleasure in them, but
sometimes it was enough for Wufei to simply watch Treize and Milliardo make
love. In these moments he was most aware of the deep current that ran between
them, the perfect rhythm that Wufei in these six months had disrupted.

He would have never guessed
love was such a bittersweet thing.

"Admiration is for
strangers," Milliardo had told him once, not long after they had met.
"Love us, curse us, remember Treize's vanity and the way I always forget
to return the cap to the toothpaste." Wufei was still not sure what he
meant. He had tried ... was trying .... Wufei rubbed his eyes. It was hard
to hear over fear.

He did not tell Milliardo
and Treize, but two months ago he began looking at apartments. He found a
nice place on Oak Avenue with a view of the university and the trees in the
park, red with autumn leaves. Wufei had thought it the fitting backdrop to
an ending. He had paid the deposit but could not forget Milliardo and Treize.
Trying to do so only produced a pain so searing it immobilized him. In the
end, the landlady got impatient. Wufei would make no commitment and the deposit
was forfeited.

What was he to do? What
would become of him? Wufei did not want to leave Treize's and Milliardo's
embrace but he was terrified of how much he needed them, their love -- this
home they had built together. Shouldn't he find his own place? Shouldn't he
find his own direction, or was he finally ready as he had done tonight, to
give himself over to their care?

Wufei's thoughts raced
until his head pounded and his heart ached. As always he emerged with no answers.
He could find no right, or wrong, no shining path to the future or a clear
end. He had only the simple equation of his love for Milliardo and Treize
and the agony of a life without them. Wufei sighed.

Exhausted, he put down
the book, turned off the lights and decided to return upstairs.

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