Perfidy

I don’t own Treize, Zechs or Wufei.

Perfidy
by Michalyn
For ozdragoness
Pairing: 13×6x5
Prompt: 13×6x5, light bondage
Notes: Erm … not quite what you were expecting *hides*

When Treize opens his eyes it is to an unfamiliar room, barely lit by a single overhead lamp. There is a lingering burn in his nose and throat—the acrid residue of whatever drug was used to subdue him. The question is who is responsible for it? All Treize can remember is footsteps behind him as he walked through the parking lot, a muffled voice, then the pain of a blow to his head. Even then he’d still been able to struggle but the drug quickly put an end to that.

Treize tries to get up and only then does he realize that he is naked and bound to a bed. His kidnapper’s plans seem clear. Treize had imagined many things, mostly connected to ransom and snivelling fools after his wealth. .. but rape…. A chill races through him and he forces down the panic rising in his throat. No, he must keep his wits about him. It is the only way to get out of this.

Treize’s eyes dart about the room, searching for anything that might aid his escape. Just then, the door opens. Despite himself, Treize hears the pleading sound that escapes him. A cold sweat is running down his face. He holds his breath, body thrumming with fear.

“Oh, you’re finally awake.”

Treize can recognize that voice anywhere. The wave of relief that washes through him is so great that he almost feels ill. “Milliardo! What is the meaning of this?”

“Shut up.”

Treize blinks, taken aback by the terse command from his normally adoring lover. He studies Milliardo’s face but the other man’s expression is unreadable. Milliardo was always a bit unpredictable, a bit unstable because of his past. Treize had suspected but he’d never guessed the blond liked to play it this rough. He would have been happy to oblige him if he’d only asked. Treize’s mouth twists briefly into an irritated moue. He makes a mental note to do some disciplining of his own after this. For now, though, he forces a smile.

“Come here lover and untie me, then I’ll play with you all you want. Let me—”

“Lover? For once you’re honest.” Wufei grounds out, stepping out from the shadows. His eyes are full of pain and Treize doesn’t fail to notice the knife in his hand.

Treize’s heart is in his throat and all the tension which had left him returns with crushing force. He cannot think. He can only look feverishly from one man to the other; from Milliardo to Wufei—from lover to husband. “How…?” he finally croaks.

“What? How long were you planning on deceiving us?” Milliardo asks coolly, snaking an arm about Wufei. The younger man curls into it, accepting its warmth. “We’ve been wondering that too.”

Treize licks suddenly dry lips. “No …I … truly I can explain….”

“We don’t want to hear it. All we’re here to do is teach you a very important lesson.”

Wufei sets the knife on the night stand, right where Treize can see it. Afterwards, he begins to undress. Milliardo follows him, his clothes falling with a whisper to the floor. When he takes Wufei into his arms, Treize sucks in a gasp. Heat explodes through his veins. They couldn’t …. they wouldn’t … don’t tell him they were— Fuck. Treize groans as the two men tumble onto the bed, their bodies rubbing and brushing against his.

Wufei’s hand is curled about Milliardo’s cock and the beautiful blond is making a feast of the smaller man’s neck. Treize is instantly hard, trembling with need.

God this is why he could never choose. They’re both so damn beautiful. As Milliardo slips down Wufei’s body, deft fingers sliding into him and stretching him, Treize shouts both their names. He knows this is an act of revenge, knows that he may in fact not make it out of here unharmed but at the moment all he can think is Yes. Oh god yes.

End