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Seasons

Fri, 11 Jul 2008 12:56:07 +0000

I don’t own the beautiful Treize and Wufei.

Seasons
by Michalyn
Pairing: 13×5
For Hellfire_Angel for the prompt, “13×5 more sweetness of them doing things together.”

“I can’t believe autumn is here already,” Wufei murmured from his perch on top of the chair. He was rummaging in the closet and he extended a hand so Treize could pass him the stack of summer clothes neatly folded on the bed. They were to be replaced by sweaters and other warmer items.

“The year is flying by isn’t it?” Treize agreed. “Oh and if you see my favorite wine-colored sweater in there would you bring it down? Well, I should say your favorite sweater since you end up wearing it more than I do.”

Wufei sneezed as he jumped down with the last armful of autumn and winter clothes. “I don’t wear it all the time. Just some of the time because it’s so comfortable.”

“Mmm hmm.” Treize didn’t sound convinced at all.

Wufei shot him a glare and Treize laughed, tugging his husband into his arms. The sweaters tumbled to the floor and Treize flowed with them, pulling Wufei onto the soft pile of brightly colored wool. Their lips brushed, retreated and lingered again.

Wufei wrapped his arms around Treize’s neck. “I hope you plan on helping me wash these after this.”

“Of course, though when I think of it we really don’t need sweaters.” Treize smiled. ” Not when I have plenty of other ways to keep you warm.”

End

Blackmail

Fri, 11 Jul 2008 12:52:34 +0000

I don’t own Zechs and Wufei.

Blackmail
by Michalyn
Pairing: 6×5
For Vitiates for the prompt, “6×5 revolving around guilt. It can be a funny guilt or a sad, oh-break-my-heart-now guilt.”

“You said only a kiss as the price for my favor.” Wufei looked at Zechs through slitted eyes. His entire body was tense.

“Yeah, but I never said where.”

“I don’t see why this needs to be—”

“Look Chang,” Zechs roughly interrupted the other Preventer agent, “If you want the disc that’s my price. If you can’t deal with it then get out of my apartment and stop wasting our time.”

Wufei pressed his lips together. Everything about his posture radiated wariness and confusion. His jaw clenched. Finally, he nodded. “Okay.”

“Good,” Zechs murmured. His heart was in his throat as he approached Wufei. How long had it been since they broke up? Two years? Three? It didn’t matter anyway since to Zechs it still felt like yesterday. He hated using these underhanded tactics but even this was better than yearning for Wufei and not being able to touch him. Hell, they hadn’t had a civil conversation since things ended. Wufei had completely shut him out and oh how desperately did he want to get back in.

Zechs led Wufei over to the couch where he made him lie against the pillows. His fingers trailed from Wufei’s throat to his belt, flicking small buttons aside to reveal warm supple flesh. He remembered every inch of Wufei’s body, knew it as he knew his own, from the graceful line of his neck to the small nipples pebbled now with cold to the hotter silkier flesh even lower.

Zechs held Wufei’s eyes for the space of one breath … two ….

Then his mouth descended.

End

Sleight of Hand

Fri, 11 Jul 2008 12:39:20 +0000

I don’t own the lovely Heero and Wufei.

Sleight of Hand
by Michalyn
Pairing: 1×5
for Devil Chick for the prompt “1×5x1, whichever top you choose, but the two of them fighting for the privilege, in whatever manner, game, fisticuffs, laughing contest”.

“Look, Heero, there’s no need to be childish about this. Rock always beats scissors.You know that.”

“And you should know better than to try to use a half-opened fist to get the best of both worlds. If your hand’s not fully clenched then it counts as paper.”

“Want to test out just how “not fully clenched” it was? ” Wufei growled, stepping forward.

“Yeah, why don’t you come over here and ….” Heero peered out of the window. “Oh, is that your motorcycle being ticketed?”

Wufei spun around. “Where?”

“Right. Here.” Heero purred, tackling Wufei and pinning him to the bed.

“Yuy…” Wufei ground out threateningly.

“Hush…” Heero murmured, sliding down Wufei’s body, his mouth leaving a hot trail wherever it went. “I’ll let you be on top next time.”

“But that’s what you said last—” Wufei gasped and arched up. Whatever he had been about to say was lost in the moan that erupted from him as Heero moved lower.

Heero hid his smirk in the kiss he placed against Wufei’s belly. Worked every time.

End

Perfidy

Fri, 11 Jul 2008 12:35:26 +0000

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

Adornment

Fri, 11 Jul 2008 12:28:10 +0000

I don’t own Treize or Wufei.
Adornment
by Michalyn
For vampyreranger who asked for a 13×5 drabble.
Warnings: 13×5, perverted Treize
Rating: NC17

“Ah!” Wufei arched up and giving one last cry he exploded in Treize’s arms. Treize followed soon after, collapsing against Wufei.They were both panting heavily, their bodies covered in sweat.

“Mmm…” Treize kissed Wufei’s neck. “Just what I needed.”

Wufei sighed, still clinging to Treize. He gave a little gasp as his husband’s hand smoothed over his hip then turned inward to gently fondle him. “Treize, I’m too sensitive for that,” he cried, his voice rising a little.

“Shh … I’ll be careful,” Treize cooed. He rummaged in the bedside drawer for a moment to produce something Wufei could not see. The younger man made a questioning sound as Treize slipped something cool and metallic over the head of his cock.

“What is that?”

“There. Perfect. Why don’t you take a look?”

Wufei peered between his legs to see what Treize had done. Curved lovingly just beneath the plum-shaped tip of him was a golden ring. It took a few minutes for Wufei to realize that the ring was molded into the shape of a snake, its flattened head curving upwards to rest over the tiny opening at his tip. Two red gems glittered for its eyes. Wufei flushed hot with embarrassment. “You bought me a cock ring?”

“Not a cock ring. Cock jewelry. This is not to prevent you from coming. Those fit around here.” Treize caressed Wufei’s testicles and the base of his cock, earning him a soft moan.

“Cock jewelry?” Wufei squirmed, incredulous.

“Mmm hmm. I got the idea from that sex toy shop on the corner of Fifth and Peachtree. This one’s custom made of course.” Treize grinned wickedly. “It’s a good thing I knew your size.”

Wufei’s blush deepened. “Get off me, you pervert,” he growled.

Treize’s husky laugh rumbled in his throat. He tightened his arms around Wufei and kissed him lovingly over his face and neck. “What? You don’t like it? Those are real rubies you know.”

“Oh god, Treize please tell me you didn’t,” Wufei groaned. Really, sometimes he questioned his husband’s sanity. What on earth could have possessed him to buy such a thing?

“I did. It’s 24 carat gold too.”

“What’s wrong with you? Why the hell did you spend that kind of money on something like that?”

“Well, you never believe me when I tell you how pretty you are here, so I thought I’d show you.” Treize’s eyes trailed hungrily down Wufei’s body. “A true masterpiece if I say so myself.”

Wufei made a strangled sound. “You can’t really expect me to wear this, do you?”

“Humor me,” Treize purred, gently twisting the golden ring and watching as Wufei shivered, his eyes rolling into the back of his head.

“Treize…” Wufei mewled.

“Shh … shh, just feel it darling.” Treize nuzzled Wufei’s nipple while his hands continued their hot slow movements. He smiled against the pebbled bud. “Let’s try this one out. If you like it then I can put in an order for those other pretty accessories I’ve had my eye on.”

End

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Notes: Yes, Wufei’s ring does indeed exist. Treize’s version is a bit more expensive, of course. *coughs* You can take a peek here. Definitely not work safe.

50 Sentences: Treize and Wufei

Wed, 09 Jul 2008 23:47:27 +0000

by Michalyn
Pairing: Treize and Wufei
Theme set: Alpha
Rating: M for some racier hints

Notes: These were written for the 1sentence community on livejournal. The challenge is to pick a couple and a theme set and write 50 1-sentence fics about them.

These are a mix of both canon and AU, so you can interpret them as you like. I’m a big romantic and I have to admit, this is my rather sappy interpretation of Treize and Wufei.

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01.Comfort:
Sipping hot chocolate

on a cold afternoon,

footsie beneath the blanket.

02. Kiss
On their fifth wedding anniversary, Treize thinks that for all their years together, Wufei’s kiss is just as sweet.

03.Soft
Sometimes when it’s cold and the laundry’s not yet done, Wufei wears Treize’s sweatshirt, its soft underside warm against his heart.

04. Pain
A thorn lodging deep into his finger as he trims the rosebuses makes Wufei jerk, but before he can cry out, Treize is gently sucking the wound, determined to take even his little pains away.

05. Potatoes
Wufei’s been to market; Treize kisses his cheek and wipes away the dirt rubbed onto his fingers from picking potatoes.

06. Rain
Amazing how easily these cold drops fall against the window; perhaps the heavens are weeping for the tears Wufei cannot shed.

07. Chocolate
They say true love is like honey, all transparent sweetness and golden light, but when he and Treize are locked together, Wufei thinks this love is more like chocolate: now deep, now dark, now sweet, now the bitter edge that makes the addiction good enough to hurt.

08.Happiness
On a lazy summer afternoon, Treize and Wufei sit on the porch steps, Wufei laughing over a shared joke and Treize, feeling playful, braiding Wufei’s long dark hair.

09. Telephone
The ringing of telephones has always grated on Wufei’s nerves, yet whenever Treize’s number flashes on the caller id, he’s smiling before he even catches himself.

10. Ears
A glimpse of Wufei’s soft earlobe as he pulls his hair back for bed, leaves Treize in a sudden sweat, knees trembling with desire.

11. Name
Two sturdy syllables, nothing sweet or glamorous about it–at least that’s what Wufei likes to think of his name–but there’s something about the way Treize says “Wufei” … a certain roughness … a certain tenderness … that makes his breath catch every time.

12. Sensual
The cherries are plump, dark and sweet, their sticky juice leaving Wufei with stained lips and smudged fingers; Treize doesn’t care much for cherries, but his lips are reddened by the time Wufei is done and his lover’s own sweet essence is on his fingertips.

13. Death
Sometimes when he closes his eyes, he’s not alone anymore and that voice which once gave him so much comfort is whispering sweet nothings in his ear again.

14. Sex
When Treize is home alone and missing Wufei, he thinks about holding Wufei in his arms and he remembers Wufei’s scent; he thinks about the night before and the way Wufei cried out in his passion … the way his eyes went wide and dark when Treize’s lips found his pulse … how he shuddered when Treize caressed him between his legs … and as soon as Wufei walks in the door, Treize holds him in his arms and makes him cry out all over again.

15. Touch
In the dark of the movie theater, Wufei didn’t realize he had leaned closer until he felt Treize’s tender look and the warmth of his hip brushing his.

16. Weakness
“So I’m a little lactose intolerant,” Treize mutters to himself as he pads into the darkened kitchen,”one would think it was a terminal condition the way Wufei behaves. Threatening to do away with all the dairy foods in the house is just too much,” he continues, rummaging through the freezer for his favorite butterscotch ice-cream; he barely has time to uncover the tub before he feels a sharp tap on his shoulder–”Looking for something, Treize?” Wufei’s voice echoes behind him, low and ominous–and Treize freezes: Shit shit shit shit shit.

17. Tears
Wufei never lets anyone see him cry; not Quatre, the gentlest of them all, not Duo, who is his best friend and most certainly not Treize; at least that’s what Wufei makes sure to insist, but when the lights are out and the pain becomes too much to bear, Wufei knows Treize will hold him, soothe him and in the morning, he will love him enough to pretend he never saw Wufei crying or tasted the salt of his tears.

18. Speed
It was the one area of his life where Wufei was completely reckless: put him behind the wheel of a car and Treize knew he better hold on for dear life.

19. Wind
“Treize … tell me you didn’t just…” Wufei choked, screwing up his face, while beside him Treize groaned, “I’m sorry, my love, I think it was those beans we had for dinner.”

20. Freedom
Wufei rests his head against Treize’s chest and thinks, surely this giddy feeling will pass, surely this heady heart-thumping breath-stopping freedom is the stuff of dreams and fairy-tale endings; Wufei rests his head against Treize’s chest and it is then he’s most aware of how securely love has captured him.

21.Life
Strange the other ex-pilots call this living when all Wufei has ever felt is extinguished.

22. Jealousy
Till only a moment ago, I was enchanted by your visit, for we were boyhood playmates and lovers once; I said nothing when you sat next to him, even held my peace while you admired his dark hair, but should you wonder the cause of the suitcase now banging awkwardly against your leg or the cab waiting outside in the frost: you overstayed your welcome when you did not realize that the smile you coaxed from him was mine.

23. Hands
“Just don’t let go of my hand,” Wufei whispered to Treize as the doctor asked him to lie down on the examination table, “and I can face anything.”

24. Taste
How can I say it, Treize wonders, eyeing the steaming bowl Wufei places before him: You’re a wonderful cook, My Love, but gumbo is just not your forte!

25.Devotion
Treize knows nothing about collecting shells and he’s even less interested in the particularities of their different species, but when Wufei exclaims over yet another rosy conch, Treize smiles, says, “Yes, Dear,” hefts the overladen bag Wufei hands him over his shoulder, and trudges along the beach behind him.

26. Forever
They don’t go out dancing so often anymore because Treize uses a cane and Wufei’s got a bit of arthritis in his left knee; yet, every once in a while, when that old familiar music comes on, they shuffle onto the dance floor, Wufei holding onto Treize’s shoulder and Treize’s lips pressed against the crown of Wufei’s graying head.

27: Blood
You weren’t supposed to die
and now every day
I am damned
by your
Sacrificial
Blood.

28. Sickness
This must be a kind of sickness: fever, tremors, a quickening breath when he smiles.

29. Melody
There’s a haunting melody in these halls, though the piano keys are dusty and the music sheets have yellowed since you left.

30. Star
Balancing the plate of cheese and crackers, Wufei joins Treize on the blanket they’ve spread out on the grass; a brilliant star tumbles from the heavens, but just then, with Treize pulling him into his arms, Wufei can think of nothing to wish for.

31. Home
Travelling in Paris, Treize meets Wufei at dusk in a small cafe; there, laughing over a bottle of Pinot Noir and seeing Wufei’s reddened cheeks and the promise in his eyes, Treize feels that they’re not so far from home after all.

32. Confusion
They met amidst the confusion of cigarette smoke, the heat of gyrating bodies and flashing lights; it was Wufei’s first time at a club and Treize had taken him for the dance of his life.

33. Fear
Who would have thought Treize would be afraid of spiders, Wufei snickers as he sneaks up behind his lover, drops the fake creepy-crawly Duo has lent him in Treize’s lap and waits for the show to begin.

34. Lightning/Thunder
The brush of Wufei’s fingers leaves Treize shuddering, rumbling with pleasure; it’s only natural since there’s lightning in his touch.

35. Bonds
“What are you planning to do with those?” Treize asks breathily as Wufei twirls the fur-lined handcuffs around his finger, and Wufei’s look says, “if you’re good, I’ll show you.”

36. Market
When gummy bears were on sale at the supermarket, Treize bought two great bags and that evening, like naughty schoolboys, he and Wufei ate so many they ruined their dinner.

37.Technology
From Treize@colonycast.net to Wufei on his way out of the office: I’ve picked up the flowers and made ham sandwiches for dinner; don’t mind the simple fare, we’ll have kisses for dessert.

38.Gift
Somehow their friends always assumed Treize was the one to do it and it never seemed important enough to correct them, but Wufei was the one who proposed; he’d invited Treize to dinner and afterwards as they walked beneath the stars, he slipped the tell-tale velvet box into Treize’s pocket.

39. Smile
The soles of Wufei’s feet are quite ticklish and whenever he’s lounging about with his feet propped up on the couch, Treize can’t resist running his fingers over them just to see him smile.

40. Innocence
Wufei barely pays attention after all these years, but waking up beside him every morning still fills Treize with wonder.

42. Clouds
After another quarrel, Wufei will not speak and Treize does not greet him as they walk by each other in the hall; yet, Treize’s favorite paper placed on his chair and Wufei’s raspberry tea simmering next to the breakfast he has not prepared let them know these storms are only passing clouds.

43. Sky
On a warm July morning Wufei scribbles Treize a hurried note as he rushes out the door: See how bright, how wide this summer sky is and yet even it cannot compare to the feelings in my heart.

44. Heaven
Roses against a tombstone give no comfort to the living or the dead; why should he believe in a God, when the only ecstasy Wufei has ever known was in Treize’s arms–heaven in the mere sound of his footsteps?

45. Hell
Morning silence … empty bed … your scent forever gone from my pillow….

46 Sun
As soon as they get to the beach, Treize removes his shirt and hurries toward the water and Wufei sighs; Treize may be a gentleman, a connoisseur–sophisticated in all things–but Wufei wishes he would remember to put on his sunblock before going out into the sun.

47. Moon
On nights like this when the moon seems close enough to touch, Wufei remembers that long ago, high up in that velvet darkness, he lived on a star once.

48. Waves
The sea erases everything;
like these broken shells and battered driftwood,
how wonderful to be gathered up
in its roiling current and

washed

away

49. Hair
Wufei loves Treize’s hair–its buried golden highlights, how soft it feels in his hands, the way it falls carelessly over Treize’s forehead–yet he can’t help but be puzzled when he finds Treize happily tidying his brush, Wufei’s own black strands tangled about his fingers.

50. Supernova
How could he forget that explosion, the bright light burning like a supernova, glittering like a thousand stars through his tears?

41. Completion
Wufei wandered over to where Treize was seated at the computer and as he approached, Treize turned to him with a puzzled expression: “You’ll never believe this, my Love, but I stumbled onto one of those online fan communities and I think someone just wrote fifty stories about us.”

Kiss

Wed, 09 Jul 2008 23:39:18 +0000

Table of contents for 30 Kisses

Kiss
by Michalyn
Pairing:Treize and Wufei (Treize POV)
Notes: for 30_kisses theme #30, Kiss
Rating: M

A freezing sky
The year ends.
Icy winds whirl the snowflakes.
Under the covers
My darling is hotter than midsummer night.

Anonymous (six dynasties)

We have been together for three months now and though our days have found an easy rhythm, our nights are filled with stilted moments and looks of longing. You have been staring at me since dinner, hoping that I will not notice and from the color in your cheeks both hoping that I will. How can you tell me exactly what it is you are craving, I can see you think and knowing your reticence, I pretend to be oblivious. You usually depend on me to take the lead, but I wonder if tonight you will finally overcome your shyness and tell me directly or if I will have to draw it slowly out of you, snaring each word with a caress. You open your mouth, close it, open it again but nothing emerges. By now I am not sure what is more distracting—watching your mounting frustration or the pout of your lower lip. You run a shaking hand through your hair, roughly adjust your glasses and take a deep breath:

“Treize…”

Yes, I know … yes I understand exactly, I whisper elatedly at your unexpected boldness. Behind your knees … your chest … the place beneath your ear? But of course, and gladly so. Where? What was that you just said? I’m afraid you’ll have to speak up just a little, my sweet. My voice is teasing.

It seems your bravery has reached its end. Flustered, you break away and murmur something about cleaning the kitchen, something about a bath and a book before bed. Even in your present state of discomfiture, this is more than I hoped for in weeks. Do you honestly expect me to leave it like this? I tug on your sweater just as your foot touches the step. When I kiss the soft inside of your elbow, your eyes go wide and goosebumps race over your skin. Come, leave the kitchen, forget the bath, abandon the damned book. There’ll be time enough for those in the morning. For now, lets lock the doors against this cold January evening and you can show me exactly what you need beneath the covers. Don’t worry, just touch me and nothing else needs to be said.
End

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