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Moment	By : Michalyn Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 601 -:- 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. Thanks to Allison for the quick beta.

Moment

by Michalyn

Written for 30_kisses themes, #1"look over here", #2, "letter"
and #7, "superstar"

A frigid wind was blowing
off the mountain as they made their way to the front of their log home; the
trees were stark shapes in the growing darkness, their branches bowed with snow.
Even the lake that Treize and Wufei loved to bathe in during the summer was
encrusted with ice. Wufei shivered as he waited for Treize to open the door,
his arms wrapped tightly around himself. Seeing the movement, Treize fished
the keys quickly out of his pocket.

"There we go," he said, opening the door. "Let me grab some blankets
and get the furnace going."

Wufei merely made a shivery sound as he
rested their bags near the door and headed to the kitchen. There, he promptly
put on the kettle. Treize knew just how frozen his husband was when, after pouring
some coffee for Treize, Wufei forewent his usual tea and grabbed some hot chocolate.
Treize clucked sympathetically. Wufei enjoyed the winter, but dropping off last-minute
Christmas presents at the Barton-Winner and Maxwell-Yuy homes in the cold, while
battling the lingering effects of the flu, had taken its toll on him. By the
time the furnace was humming away and Treize had returned with the blankets,
Wufei was snuggled on the couch, the throw tossed hastily around his shoulders.
He had started a fire, and the popping of the logs in the fireplace was a gentle
counterpoint to the howling wind outside. The contrast heightened the sense
of intimacy between them and Treize slid next to Wufei on the couch, careful
not to disturb the mug Wufei was cradling between his palms. Treize spread the
blanket around them.

"Still cold?"

Wufei shook his head, letting Treize pull
him closer. When he had drained his cup, he sighed. "Slowly thawing."

"Good, good," Treize murmured,
massaging Wufei's shoulders. "I can run a hot bath if you like?"

"Thanks. In a minute, though. I've
finally gotten warm enough and I'd rather not move just yet."

Treize nodded, placing a kiss on the crown
of Wufei's head. In the flickering light, the photographs above the mantel seemed
to take on an extra life, and the black and white landscapes appeared as wild
and forbidding as the mountains outside. Treize had shot all the pictures. He
had always held an appreciation for the art and five years ago had started experimenting
with different cameras and techniques. Soon, not only was his camera collection
enviable, but Treize was pleased to discover he had a knack for photography.
He had an instinctive understanding of light and its sensual relationship to
color, and the framing of his subjects was distinct, often startling. At first,
most of his photographs were color landscapes--glowing sunsets, the pale November
sky--but it was not long before he abandoned color film for black and white.
It favored his high-contrast style, and there was also something more subtle,
more captivating about the medium to Treize's mind.

Now, telling which were his earlier pieces
was easy and not merely because of color. Though he still did landscapes and
still-lifes occasionally, Treize had found his one true muse in Wufei and most
of his current photos were of him. The pictures made Treize smile because each
usually required an incredible amount of persuasion, as Wufei, hating to be
the center of attention, was always reluctant to be photographed. The camera,
however, loved him. Perhaps it was because Treize's preferred medium itself
was so subtle. Wufei was not expressive in the usual sense in that he was not
given to extravagant displays of emotion, yet in strokes of black, white and
muted gray, Treize was able to capture all the myriad changes in Wufei's moods
that were perceptible only to him. Under Treize's loving gaze, the simplest
gesture--the lowering of Wufei's eyelids, the curve of his back as he bent to
pick an orange--were transformed into significance. This was another reason
Wufei shied away from the photos. They showed him through Treize's eyes, and
in exposing those sides of him usually kept veiled, Wufei complained to Treize
that his photographs left him all too vulnerable.

Still, it was Treize's art and Wufei allowed
it. Because of his own calligraphy, he understood the lure of the pure stroke
against the paper. At least that was the official reason he gave; neither of
them needed to acknowledge that it was really Wufei's way of saying he allowed
it simply because Treize wanted it. And so they continued. Among their friends,
it was a running joke that Wufei had become something of a superstar despite
himself, for whenever Treize sold the odd piece or made a gift of another, the
letters came in thanking Treize, all of which were followed by the inevitable,
'would the photographer mind them asking who the intense young man in the photo
was?' Treize took particular delight in showing Wufei these notes and watching
him color. He never told Wufei, but his goal was to capture each of Wufei's
moods even as he was comforted by the fact that he would never achieve it. Neither
of them was the same today as he was yesterday, just like the bond between them
was continually transformed. It was a good lifelong goal for something that
would span a lifetime and hopefully beyond, Treize reasoned. He was as eager
to capture Wufei's unblemished smile today as the thought of the lines that
would appear at the corners of Wufei's eyes in twenty years left him trembling
with anticipation. It was no exaggeration to say he took his self-appointed
mission with all the joy and seriousness that he took his marriage.

Treize left Wufei to prepare the bath
as he had promised, and after good-naturedly serving as his husband's valet,
he wandered into their bedroom to wait for Wufei to re-emerge. It was certainly
as warm upstairs as it was in the living room, and Treize saw no reason to lounge
about on the couch by himself when here he had the added benefit of being able
to watch Wufei dress. Grinning, Treize spread out on the large bed and contemplated
the ceiling. He was rather looking forward to that.

Treize allowed himself a guilty sigh as
he sank deeper into the mattress. If there was one area of the house they'd
spared no expense on, it was the bedroom. To make it even more sinfully decadent,
a friend had gifted them with a large beaver-fur blanket. At first, both he
and Wufei had balked at the spread, for neither of them were fond of the fur
industry, but knowing their reservations, Otto assured them that it was used,
recycled from unfashionable women's coats from the eighties. They still weren't
quite comfortable with the whole thing, but after one night sleeping on the
blanket, they were sold. Treize was just contemplating the evening ahead when
the door to the adjoining bathroom opened and Wufei walked in. He rose to meet
him.

"Ah, you're done, my love."

Wufei nodded and smiled. "Yes, thank
you, that was just what I needed."

"Here, let me."

"Treize?"

"I've got everything in hand,"
Treize murmured, slipping Wufei's robe off his shoulders and patting the excess
moisture from his hair with a towel. Wufei looked so lovely with his dark eyes
shining and his round face turned sweetly up to Treize as the older man dried
his hair that, overcome with tenderness, Treize scooped Wufei up in his arms
and placed him on the bed. It had been his intention to make love with Wufei,
but as Treize pulled back to caress Wufei's cheek, he saw for the first time
the picture Wufei made against the burnished fur. Treize's heart thudded in
his chest, seized as he was by sudden inspiration. He sprang from the bed, much
to Wufei's disgruntlement.

"Where the hell are you going?"
Wufei growled, clearly put-out.

"Don't move a muscle," Treize
warned as he sprinted out of the room to get his camera. When Wufei saw what
he returned with, his eyes widened.

"You can't be serious!" he hissed,
already moving to roll off the bed. Treize swore, hurrying to his husband's
side.

"Please, my darling, allow me this
just once. You know I would never share these with anyone. They would be beautiful
and just for us. Don't you trust me?" he coaxed when he saw the mulish
set of Wufei's chin.

"This has nothing to do with that
and you know it," Wufei accused. "If I didn't trust you, I would never
have allowed any of the other pictures, but this..." Wufei's throat worked.
"This is entirely something else. I won't do it." Wufei's cheeks were
fiery, and even as he uttered this final edict he could not look at Treize.
Treize smiled, having anticipated his reserve.

"Are you saying," he husked,
murmuring to Wufei between kisses on his reluctant husband's cheek and throat,
"that you trust me enough to undress you ... love you ... bathe you ...
but not enough to let me show you just how enchanting I find you like this?"
Treize's hand trailed down Wufei's stomach; his fingers lingered against the
silky patch of Wufei's pubic hair and despite himself the younger man made a
pleading sound. The stirring of his flesh was as unmistakable to Wufei as it
was to Treize. Treize's eyes deliberately dropped to Wufei's burgeoning erection.
"And you're even lovelier when you respond to my touch."

"Hurry up and take your damned pictures!"
Wufei barked, laying back once more against the fur. For all his brusqueness,
though, he was still blushing quite furiously.

Treize knew better than to waste his precious
reprieve. Before the phantoms of Wufei's shyness could return, Treize quickly
took up his camera. All the while, he spoke to his husband in a low, soothing
voice, slowly teasing the tension away from Wufei's limbs with his soft words.
Bit by bit, Wufei relaxed and it was then that Treize began shooting in earnest.
For the first time in years, he almost bemoaned his preference for black and
white film; Wufei's skin gleamed against the mahogany fur, warmed as it was
by a hint of flush. Though he certainly had his choice of the latest digital
cameras, whenever Treize photographed Wufei, he only used a 1957 Leica [1].
Classic, elegant and unobtrusive, nothing seemed more fitting for his subject
in that moment, as under the movement of the whisper-quiet shutter, Wufei's
flush of embarrassment was transformed into one of arousal. When Treize asked
him to raise one knee, Wufei hesitated at first, but he slowly lifted his leg,
curling it back until his foot was planted firmly against the fur.

"Look over here, my Love," Treize
instructed, his breath coming fast. He was a man at a feast, so overwhelmed
by the sumptuousness before him that he had no clue where to start. He wanted
to capture the sensuous line of Wufei's body ... the way his fingers subtly
stroked the furs ... the tantalizing glimpse of the dark rose of Wufei's scrotum
between his parted thighs ... the way the furs brushed against that delicate
flesh as Treize longed to with his hands and mouth. So many, many options--such
beauty before him that his finger trembled on the release.

Eventually, however, Treize settled on
Wufei's face, for he would worship Wufei's body with his touch, but that expression
there--the yearning, naked look on Wufei's face as he was held in the crucible
of the expectation of pleasure--Treize wanted to preserve that forever, and
like all of his pictures of his husband, it needed no color or gaudy lights.
It was only a moment, but the one thing Treize had never told Wufei about his
pictures was that not only did they portray Wufei as Treize saw him, but that
every tender look, every subtle gesture he immortalized was without fail--in
that moment--a reflection of the love Treize felt in himself.

End

1. Notes: Treize is referring to the Barnack
Leica IIIg, still one of the most sought-after models by professional photographers.
Leica are particularly known for their quiet shutters. Today, a Leica IIIg in
pristine condition, like I imagine Treize has in this fic, would go easily for
a few thousand dollars. To see a picture of the Leica, visit http://www.pacificrimcamera.com/pp/leica/sm/iiig.htm.
I think they're quite beautiful.
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