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

Table of contents for 30 Kisses

1. Game Night
2. The TV Installation Guy
3. The Coffee Shop
4. Say Ahh
5. Breath
6. Red
7. Handy Italian Phrases
8. Moment
9. Scandal
10. Yellow Daisies
11. Golden
12. The Road to Hell
13. The Road Home
14. Table No. 2
15. The New Couple
16. Kiss

Golden
by Michalyn
Fandom: Gundam Wing
For 30_kisses theme #26, if I could only make you mine
Rating: T


The phone rang just as Wufei was tidying up after dinner. Though he was by no means looking forward to it, he was expecting Duo to call, so when his best friend’s number flashed on the caller id, Wufei went to the phone with a sense of resignation.

“Hello, Duo.”

“Good, you’re at least answering my calls.” Duo’s easy voice came over the other end. Wufei wasn’t the least bit fooled by the harmless act. He sighed, cradling the cordless receiver in the crook of his neck.

“Yes, I am answering your calls, Maxwell. I’m assuming you have something you want to say to me?” Wufei asked.

“Good, we’re cutting right to the chase. What happened with Treize? I thought things were going well between you. I know it was only the second date, but I was sure he was your type.”

“I never said he was not my type….”

That was the problem in and of itself. Treize had turned out to be far more compelling than Wufei bargained for and he was angry with himself for falling so quickly for the businessman. They had met on a blind date orchestrated by Duo, and Wufei had every intention of meeting the man and politely but firmly discouraging his attentions. He was a solitary creature and Wufei had no illusions about his attractiveness, or lack thereof.

In truth, Wufei had always preferred a quiet apartment, the comfort of his thoughts and the freedom to do as he wished, over the minefield that was relationships. He was neither social nor sociable and that was magnified tenfold when it came to romance. Wufei simply did not have the knack for it. He was too dour, too brusque and just too introverted to charm anyone into bed. For all Duo’s matchmaking efforts, Wufei neither understood nor had the skill for making small talk and his dates inevitably were punctuated by awkard silences, unbearable both to himself and his date.

As a painter, most people expected him to be somewhat eccentric and Wufei gratefully took refuge in that expectation. In theory, sex was a fine and natural thing. In practice, Wufei hated the vulnerability it demanded. It was not his way to allow anyone to have him in their power and no matter how he looked at it, letting someone into his bed was doing just that. Luckily for Wufei, most of his dates never progressed to even the chastest of kisses. That is, before Treize….

“So?” Duo prompted Wufei when he still had not answered. “What went wrong?”

“Nothing went wrong per say. I simply do not think this will work out.”

“Based on what exactly?”

“Based on the fact that with this new commission I simply do not have time for a relationship.”

“Bullshit,” Duo skoffed. “How many times have I heard that excuse? If it’s not this commission it’ll be the next one. You may find this hard to believe, but most professional artists actually do have love lives.”

“And I wish them the best of luck.” Wufei’s tone was droll. Duo, however, was evidently not amused.

“Okay what happened? Was he obnoxious? Did he have bad breath? Or is it that you just didn’t find him attractive, because I know you’re stubborn, but this is bad even for you. Usually you at least have a legitimate excuse. Even with the worst of them, you never wrote anyone off without some valid reason. And since you’re not denying that everything went well, why won’t you give the guy a fair chance?” Duo was just amending his tirade on Wufei’s hard-headedness and all around unsociability when he paused. “Wait, fuck, that’s not what this is about is it?” he murmured.

Wufei rubbed his forehead. “I do not know what—”

“You like him, don’t you? That’s why you’re running away.”

“I am not running away from anything.”

“Wufei, I’m your best friend. Don’t pull that shit with me. Either you tell me it’s none of my damn business or have the balls to be honest. You always do this whenever anyone starts getting even a little close to you. Okay, I understand you’re wary after Zechs, but that was years ago. I don’t want to be harsh but it’s time to get over him. He was a prick for cheating on you but you can’t avoid every man you’re attracted to because of it. ”

Wufei flinched at the mention of Zechs. “This has nothing to do with Zechs and I would appreciate it if you did not bring him into this conversation,” he said tightly.

Zechs had been his first love and his first lover. The blond had swept him off his feet just as he was coming to terms with his homosexuality and from the beginning, their romance had a desperate quality to it. Wufei was still trying to escape his traditional upbringing and looking back upon it now, he realized how very little he knew of himself then. It was inevitable that they would have drifted apart, but Zechs’ infidelity had made him cautious, and three years later, Wufei still had not found love. He refused to think his old lover had anything to do with the impoverished state of his love life for he hated to think of himself as still broken-hearted after all these years.

“All right, I won’t say anything about him,” Duo allowed, “but will you promise me you’ll see Treize again?”

“Duo….”

“Come on, Wufei.”

“I really don’t think…”

“Wufei!”

“Duo, I have to go.”

“Fine. But don’t think we’re finished here. I’ll call you again in the morning. Good luck with that piece you’re painting.”

Wufei sighed, thanking his best friend and promising him he would reconsider his decision to avoid Treize. In reality he planned on doing no such thing. After hanging up with Duo, Wufei went to his studio to continue working on the piece he had begun earlier that afternoon. It was a fairly simple landscape requested by one of his patrons. While he would have preferred to work on something of his own choosing, it was these quick “popular” pieces that provided him with a steady income in between major projects.

He had been working steadily for more than an hour, his smock speckled with paint, when the doorbell rang. Wufei stepped around his easel and wiped his hands on a nearby towel with a frown. He wasn’t expecting anyone. Rubbing at his forehead with the back of his hand, he peered through the spyhole … and cursed. It was Treize. What the devil was he doing here? Wufei made it more than clear that they should go their separate ways. Apparently Treize hadn’t gotten the message.

“Good evening, Treize. What can I do for you?” Wufei kept his voice cold, but his heart was thumping madly in his chest. It had only been a week, but Treize seemed more handsome than ever, his golden-brown hair touseld and his eyes bright. Treize stepped forward, subtly forcing Wufei to step backwards and before Wufei could object, one of the older man’s well-polished shoes was over the threshold and Wufei had no choice but to let him in.

“I’ll have you know that I am working at the moment and I don’t appreciate you stopping by unannounced, especially since we have nothing more to say to each other,” he said primly.

“Why are you running from me? I was certain we shared something special,” Treize demanded, following Wufei into his studio.

“Well you were mistaken.” Wufei growled, pointedly turning to his easel. He dipped the large paintbrush into some yellow paint and began applying it to the canvas with sure strokes, hastily painting in the first layer of a blazing sun. Behind him Treize was silent, so silent the scratching of the brush against the canvas seemed abnormally loud in the stillness. Wufei trembled, willing him to leave.

“Then tell me how I was wrong,” Treize murmured after a moment, “because everything felt quite right to me.”

“It just will not—” Wufei began, his voice rising in exasperation …fear …. frustrated desire … even he could not say.

“You forget we made love.” Treize’s voice was low. “I won’t be turned aside so easily after the way you responded in my arms.”

Wufei stiffened. That had been his biggest mistake of all. He should never have allowed Treize to get so close. How could it not be a recipe for disaster? Life had taught him long ago that love was nothing but an elaborate ruse. “I don’t know what you think you know but I made it quite clear where we stand.”

“Duo says you haven’t let another man touch you in three years.” Wufei heard the soft fall of Treize’s footstep moving closer and his heart threatened to leap out of his chest. His hand on the brush was so unsteady that little globs of paint shook free of its bristles and rolled down the vivid green mountains he had painted.

“Duo doesn’t—”

“Duo says that you’ve been running ever since the last man you loved hurt you. He says I’m not mistaken. He says I’m the first man you’ve invited into your bed after all these years and that it can only mean one thing thing; that—”

“Get out.” Wufei ground out before Treize could finish. He couldn’t bear to hear those words spoken, was afraid to acknowledge them even to himself.

“Then turn around and tell me to my face, if you’re so determined to have me leave.”

Wufei wanted to turn around. His pride demanded it; common sense dictated it, yet his feet were like lead when he tried to move. He knew this was hopeless so why couldn’t he turn Treize away? Wufei shivered as Treize’s footfalls grew louder. The older man’s body heat was intoxicating, his scent a sensual lure. When Treize touched his shoulder Wufei knew all was lost.

“You don’t have to be afraid.” Treize whispered. “I know you’re wary of love but if you let me, I’ll show you I’m different. After you ran away from me I realized this was the only way. I thought if I could only make you mine, then you would see how much I feel for you—how much this passion is no mistake.”

The feel of Treize’s tongue wetly playing Wufei’s ear was like a jolt down his spine. He shuddered and the paintbrush tumbled from his hand, spattering the tiles in a violent splash of yellow. It speckled Wufei’s shoes and the hem of his smock and when he turned and allowed Treize to pull him into his arms, he saw that those bright sparks of color had ignited even Treize’s dark trousers. Yes, ignited for how else could Wufei account for the fire in Treize’s look, on his lips, in his touch as their bodies lowered to the floor? Treize kissed Wufei’s hip and the easel shook; he buried his face between Wufei’s thighs and the painting crashed to the ground. By then there was no escaping that bright burning yellow for it was smeared against their skin, rubbed into Treize’s crumpled collar and tangled in Wufei’s hair.

Strange how Wufei had always associated yellow with Zechs’ sunlit beauty but today it was being transformed into something else. Like magic, wherever Treize’s fingers touched him, his skin was left with a golden glimmer until he was glowing, shimmering, healed with new love.
End

Notes: For Devil Chick whom I keep promising 6×5 smutfic but never seem to be able to deliver on.

“Chang, If I see you in the office tomorrow, you can forget about Thanksgiving dinner,” Sally warned Wufei.

“All right, all right, there is no need to belabor the point. I’ll keep work to a minimum this weekend,” Wufei promised his best friend as he leaned out of the car door. “Thanks for the ride, Po.”

“Good. And you’re welcome. Call me if you need anything.”

“I will.” Wufei waved as Sally pulled out of the parking lot and her car disappeared around the corner. He made his way up to his apartment with a sigh. Wufei was more tired than he cared to admit. His most recent Preventers’ mission had been particularly grueling and for once, Sally’s insistence had not been entirely unwelcome. He was exhausted. A weekend without any assignments seemed to be just what the doctor ordered. Wufei smiled to himself. Well, it was literally so, since the orders had come from Sally.

Wufei fished out his keys, but in his exhaustion his hands were clumsy and he only succeeded in fumbling with the lock. Wufei cursed. Of all the times to be thwarted by something so ridiculous. All he wanted was a hot shower and a comfortable bed. Who needed dinner? He was planning on waking up in time for breakfast anyway. Wufei steadied his hand as he grasped the keys. Just as he was about to try the lock again the door opened.

Zechs leaned on the doorframe. “If you feel half as you battered as you look, I have my work cut out for me tonight,” he observed quietly. The blond was shirtless and barefoot, wearing low slung jeans.

Wufei let his hand drop to his side. “Zechs … oh… were you supposed to be here tonight?” he asked rubbing a hand over his eyes. Zechs had watched Wufei’s apartment while he was gone. Normally Sally would have taken on the duty but Zechs seemed the most sensible choice since lately he had been spending a lot more time at Wufei’s place—enough time to have been given his own key in fact. Wufei didn’t know what to call their relationship but that there was something between them beyond just sex was pretty clear. Still, they continued to be circumspect. So far, only the rest of the ex-pilots and Sally knew of the relationship and Wufei and Zechs liked it that way. Their jobs were hard enough without them providing fodder for the office gossip mill.

Zechs took Wufei’s duffel from him as he stepped inside. “No, I wasn’t supposed to be here but I thought you might need one of my massages.” Zechs leaned forward to capture Wufei’s lips. “Among other things…”

“Mmm… a massage sounds very good at the moment.” Wufei brushed his lips against Zechs’.

“Then why don’t you hop into the shower? Lie down on the bed when you’re done. Don’t bother to get dressed.”

“I can only promise a massage tonight just to let you know. I’m too sore for anything else. ”

“Then I’ll just have to get you nice and relaxed, won’t I?”

“Zechs…”

“Shower,” the blond said firmly, steering Wufei toward the hallway. “I’ll get you something to eat.”

Wufei sighed. “All right.” He trudged to the bathroom where he undressed then stepped under the hot spray. For a long time he remained like that, simply letting the hot water work its magic on his aching muscles but eventually Wufei lathered up and also washed his hair. When he was done he slipped into his bathrobe and padded into the bedroom. Zechs had already spread a large fluffy towel on the bed and the massage oils were on the nightstand. Wufei took off his robe and spread out on his stomach,. The room was pleasantly warm and while Wufei waited, he listened to the sounds of Zechs moving about the kitchen. Before long though, his recent shower and the soft bed beneath him combined to produce a lulling effect. Wufei pillowed his head on his arms and dozed lightly.

When he awoke, he found a cover thrown over his hips and Zechs sitting up next to him, redlining a report.

“Sorry, I must have dozed off,” he apologized, sheepishly.

“Nothing to be sorry about.” Zechs said, setting the report aside. “Think you’re up to some food?”

Wufei nodded.

Zechs rose and a moment later returned with a breakfast tray which held some pasta and a glass of white wine. He waited as Wufei settled against the pillows then set the tray in front of him. “Enjoy.”

“Thank you.” Wufei twirled some pasta around his fork and brought it to his lips. Now that he had begun to eat Wufei realized just how ravenous he was. It also helped that Zechs was a wonderful cook. The seasoned wine, broth and mushrooms in the creamy pasta sauce were just perfect. Wufei quickly made his way through the meal and he relaxed against the pillows with a contented sound.

“Good?” Zechs smiled.

“Very. The wine is excellent too.”

“You like it? It’s a new Riesling I found at the wine shoppe. I thought it was just right. Nice peachy undertones.”

“Mmm.” Wufei finished his glass. He started to get up to clear his plate away but Zechs stopped him. The blond whisked the tray from his fingers.

“I got it. You just sit back and relax.”

Wufei raised an eyebrow. “Since when do I need to be pampered?”

Zechs grinned. “Don’t worry; I’ll collect my payment later.” When he returned, he patted the middle of the bed. “Come here,” he said, indicating that Wufei should scoot over.

Wufei complied, rolling onto his side to face Zechs.

“Nope, on your tummy.”

“Tummy?” Wufei echoed.

“Fitting for little boys who don’t take proper care of themselves, don’t you think?” Zechs teased. He kissed Wufei’s forehead gently. “Now stop second-guessing me and turn over.”

Wufei did as he was asked. Instead of Zechs reaching for the massage oils as he expected, however, the other man rubbed his hands over Wufei’s arms, his back, his legs… He carefully turned over each limb, fingering each new scratch or bruise Wufei had sustained from the mission. “Not too bad, although you’ll be sore in the morning,” he murmured. “Luckily I can help with that.”

Wufei sighed as Zechs combed his fingers through his hair and kissed the nape of his neck. “I hope so. The one good thing that came out of this mission is that we can finally get some more funding to monitor the L42 cluster. Things have been going unchecked in that region for far too long. Almost half of the gangs are made up of ex-soldiers who lost their families and their homes to the war and I think this recent spate of violence finally convinced the higher-ups that something had to be done. Not that Une hasn’t been saying it all along….”

“Of course not,” Zechs rumbled, “That would actually require them to be proactive and listen to their people on the ground.”

Wufei snorted. “True.”

“Hmm, well I’m glad to have you back in one piece, minx,” Zechs said, trailing kisses down Wufei’s spine. His hot breath and soft lips made Wufei shiver. At the base of Wufei’s spine, Zechs’ tongue darted into the dimples above his hipbones. He cupped Wufei’s ass, kneading and spreading him gently and Wufei jumped when one of Zechs’ fingers slid between his cheeks.

“Zechs … I’m quite sure I don’t have any injuries there.” Wufei’s voice was wry.

“Positive?” Zechs teased. His voice darkened as he traced Wufei with his thumb.

Wufei gave a soft cry as pleasure spiralled from that point.

“Good boy,” Zechs purred.

“So this is what you had in mind? Taking advantage of a weary soldier by luring him with false promises of massages?” Wufei accused.

“Oh I’ll massage you all right … starting with this lovely little hole,” Zechs promised. He parted Wufei’s cheeks and pressed a kiss against his entrance. “Mmm.”

“Jesus!” Wufei’s entire body stiffened for a moment before he shuddered. Zechs’ tongue was circling him wetly and Wufei’s fingers twisted in the sheets. His body heaved. He couldn’t help the way his hips rocked backward or the way he clenched up every time Zechs’ tongue swept over him. When he spasmed yet again, Zechs paused.

“You know you’re only prolonging this. Not that I mind in the least,” he said idly, hot tongue darting against Wufei’s tightened hole. Zechs worked Wufei over, pressing just the tip of his tongue inside. Wufei cried out. His head was spinning from the sensations Zechs was arousing in him. The blond’s’ teasing had awakened his erection and it throbbed against his belly, demanding attention.

Zechs slipped a hand beneath Wufei’s hips and tugged him onto his knees. When Wufei scrabbled to support himself, Zechs tutted. He placed a hand on Wufei’s lower back and pushed him down so that his ass was in the air and he could only support himself on his elbows. “That’s far enough, thanks.”

Wufei trembled as he was completely exposed. “Zechs…”

“Spread your knees further apart.”

Wufei whimpered and shifted gingerly. His body thrummed with anticipation as he waited for Zechs’ caress. A hundred possible scenarios ran through Wufei’s head and the only constant was his knowledge that whatever Zechs chose would be exquiste torture for him. When it came to the bedroom, Wufei had early discovered that Zechs made it his expressed purpose to drown him with pleasure.

“So pretty,” Zechs breathed. “Look at you. All flushed and trembling just for me. Wufei do you have any idea how sexy you are?” He reached between Wufei’s legs and rubbed his cock. “Now that you’re nice and relaxed we can get to the main course.”

“If this is your idea of resting remind me to never find out what the opposite is,” Wufei groaned, arching sinuously as Zechs’ thumb circled the head of his cock.

Zechs nipped one cheek, just above where Wufei’s ass met his leg. Wufei heard the snap of a cap, then his lover’s slick fingers were pressing into him. “If this is your way of not wanting to find out, then I can’t wait to have you really excited,” Zechs countered, his voice velvety with buried amusement. Unerringly, he found Wufei’s sweet spot and rubbed that sensitive node, igniting a fire in Wufei that went to the marrow of his bones.

Wufei shouted and sagged forward. His body had long since stopped being his and now moved to Zechs’ finely orchestrated tune. Sweat broke over his body; his hips undulated. God … god … god. Only Zechs could do this to him. Only Zechs made him burn with this hunger. Wufei gave a ragged cry as Zechs’ fingers returned, stretching and caressing him in the same movement.

“Hmm, exactly like that, darling.” Zechs’ breath fanned against his ear. His large body covered Wufei’s, surrounding him … embracing him… caging him. Zechs slowly rocked his hips, rubbing the broad head of his cock over Wufei’s entrance.

The sensation alone was almost enough to undo Wufei. He jerked back against Zechs, thighs trembling. “Fuck me,” he moaned.

Zechs laughed, a deep subterranean sound. “As you wish.”

He wrapped an arm about Wufei’s waist and pressed forward, thrusting slowly and deeply into him. Zechs kept that inexorable rhythm, all the while murmuring scorching praises in Wufei’s ear—how tight he was … how perfect … how he loved the gentle contracting of Wufei’s muscles around his cock that brought him so much pleasure … how he loved the wild sounds that were even now spilling from Wufei’s throat.

As for Wufei, he responded in the only way he could, with broken cries and the passionate movements of his body. He fumbled between his legs, stroking his cock hard and fast, desperate for the release Zechs seemed determined to keep from him with his languid thrusting. Their harsh panting filled the room and Wufei could feel the tension building in Zechs’ body despite his best efforts to prolong their lovemaking. By then, Wufei was already at his limit and when Zechs’ thrusts became shorter, the movement of his hips more disjointed, Wufei shuddered, exploding into his palm. He called Zechs’ name.

“Wufei…” Zechs growled and then he too was hurtling over the edge. They slumped together heavily on the bed, Zechs’ weight pinning him to the mattress. That definitely was not going to help his aching muscles in the morning, but for now, Wufei was too gloriously sated to protest anything about the way his and Zechs’ bodies fitted together.

In time, their breathing slowed. Still murmuring tenderly to him, Zechs kissed the back of Wufei’s neck before pulling out. Wufei gave a soft moan as they were disentangled. His thighs were sticky and they were lying in a rather unsightly wet spot, but neither of them seemed to care.

Zechs pulled Wufei into his arms. “Think I’ve exhausted you enough to get you a full night’s sleep?” he whispered, brushing his lips over Wufei’s temple.

Wufei sighed and burrowed deeper into Zechs’ arms. “So you had a noble purpose after all?” he joked around a yawn.

“No but if the ends justify the means….” Zechs chuckled.

“Hmph.” Wufei’s eyelids drooped. “Zechs?”

“Mmm?”

“Thanks.”

Zechs’ arms tightened around Wufei. “Believe me, it was my pleasure.”

“I’m sure,” Wufei said drolly.

Zechs laughed and kissed Wufei again. “Ah … I just realized there was one more thing I forgot to say.”

“What is it?” Wufei shifted to peer up at his lover.

Zechs’ eyes were filled with tenderness as bent to capture Wufei’s lips. “Welcome home.”