A Small Piece of Heaven

A Small Piece of Heaven – Part 17


Wufei stirred, waking up slowly. He opened his eyes and frowned as he began to recognize his surroundings.
He remembered Treize taking him to the clinic of his personal physician. The last thing he knew what that one of the doctor’s assistants had given him an injection in spite of him protesting that he didn’t need any painkillers. He had no idea what happened next or how he got home and into…his master’s bed?!
“Feeling better, little Dragon?”
The boy jerked around, regretting it instantly when his head began to throb in protest. Treize was sitting on a white loveseat by the window.
“How long have I been sleeping?”
“Almost 4 hours,” the ginger-blond man told him after a quick gaze to his watch.
“Have you been sitting here, watching me the entire time?” His frown deep.
“.
“Only for about the last 15 minutes,” Treize replied. “Are you hungry?”
Wufei shook his head. He didn’t feel like eating anything right now, but his throat was parched.
“Can I have something to drink?”
“But of course.”
The ex-colonel rose to fill a glass with iced tea from a pitcher on the table. He handed it to the young slave and seated himself on the edge of the bed. He tea was chilled and refreshing. Wufei wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
“So, what did he doctor say?”
“Well, the good news is that your head injury is not as serious as it looks. But you did break your foot.” Treize explained. “Doctor McKenzie fused the fracture and gave you some injections that should speed up their natural healing process. You will have to stay off that leg for a week though to avoid complications.”
“A whole week?” Wufei didn’t seem very thrilled with that idea.
“Look on the bright side thought.”
“There is a bright side to this?” the Chinese lad asked sarcastically.
“Well, if you were a horse and we would have to shoot you now,” his master told him with a humorous glint in his eyes. “And be happy that you weren’t born earlier. Did you know that until the 22nd century doctors on Earth would encase broken bones with something called a cast and just waited for it to heal on its own? Can you imagine how long that took? I severe cases they would actually insert metal plates.”
Wufei gave the man a suspicious look, certain that his master was joking.
“You are trying to pull my legs, aren’t you?”
“Would I ever lie to you?” Treize protested in feigned shock. Then he suddenly became serious, looking straight at the boy. “You really scared me Wufei. You could have gotten seriously hurt or even killed. I can’t believe that you or Milliardo didn’t tell me you couldn’t ride.”
Wufei lowered his eyes, starring silently into the glass in his lap for a few moments before he suddenly asked: “Millo iso isn’t going to be in trouble, is he?”
“Can you give me a good reason why he shouldn’t be?”
Wufei looked up from his tea; obsidian eyes meeting crystal blue ones.
“Because I asked him not to tell you.”
“Why?” Treize wanted to know.
The boy shrugged. “I just…It seems so stupid now. I think I couldn’t even really tell you why.”
“Maybe I can.” The ex-colonel offered. “How does ‘Never reveal any weakness to the enemy’ sound?” The ginger-blond man sighed wistfully. “But I’m not your enemy, Wufei.”
I think I’m starting to realize that now.
“I know this has to be difficult, especially for somebody as proud and independent as you are. I’m trying to make it as bearable for you as humanly possible, but I can’t help you if you won’t let me.”
Wufei didn’t answer; wasn’t sure what to say, and his master rose from the bed.
“Maybe you should try to get some more sleep,” he suggested.
The boy nodded as he put the tea downthe the nightstand. The movement sent a painful jolt through his neck and he raised his hand to rub those aching muscles.
“What’s wrong?”
“My neck hurts a little. I’m not sure if it’s from the fall or if I just slept in a bad position. It will probably be fine by tomorrow.”
“Let me take a look.” Before Wufei could object the ex-colonel had lowered himself back onto the edge of the bed, his strong hands exploring the nape of the boy’s neck. Wufei suppressed a moan as the man touched a especially tender spot.
“Your muscles are all tense. No wonder you are hurting.”
The boy frowned in a mixture of confusion and suspicion as his master’s hands slowly begun to massage his neck.
“You know, this would be a lot easier if you would try to relax.” Treize told him after a while.
“I didn’t ask you to do this.”
“Of course not. You’d rather hurt than ask somebody for help, wouldn’t you?”
The young slave opened his mouth to protest, but realizing that the man was right he swallowed his remark. Besides, he had to admit that his stiff neck was feeling a lot better.
Suddenly Treize stopped what he was doing and rose. Wufei watched as the man wordlessly walked into the bathroom. A few moments later he came back with a small glass bottle in his hand.
“Oil,” he explained at the boy’s questioning look. “Your back is just as tense as your neck. I’ll give you a thorough massage. – You will need to take off your top.”
For a moment Wufei wanted to reject the offer, but to his own surprise he found himself complying.
“Lay down on your stomach.”
Once again the boy follow his master’s order wordlessly.
Treize opened the bottle and poured a generous amount of oil into his hands. “Your muscles are rather stiff. I’m afraid it might hurt a little at first, but once I’m able to get those knots to loosen you will feel much better,” he told the young slave. “Now relax. The more relaxed you are the faster I’ll be finished.”
Wufei nodded in acknowledgment, forcing himself to relax as his master\'s hands began kneading at the muscles of his shoulder.
The first few minutes were almost painful, but under the ex-colonel’s skilled hands he could soon feel his muscles started to unknot just like the man had said. He couldn’t help but let out a moan of relieve as the tension and soreness in his back slowly faded.
“Everything okay?” Treize asked.
“It feels good,” the boy admitted.
The ginger-blond man smiled softly. “I promise in the end it will feel even better.”
Wufei closed his eyes and he actually felt himself start to drift off as his master\'s hands stimulated the blood flow to his back. Strong, nimble fingers moved down his spine, thumbs pressed into pressure points making the boy arch his back. Another moan of delight escaped his lips. Wufei felt like he was floating in a warm sea. He still wasn’t sure about Treize’s intentions, but he was at a point where he hardly cared anymore.
He was startled out of his state of tranquility when those fingers that had been working his lower back slipped beneath the waistband of his pajama pants. His eyes snapped open.
“May I?” the ex-colonel asked softly.
Wufei swallowed convulsively but nodded.
Treize lowered the boy’s pants just enough to have full access to his hips then continued his massage. By now his touches had become almost teasingly. Kneading was turning into gentle caressing. He could feel the young slave shiver as the tips of his fingers brushed over the beginning curves of the boy’s buttocks.
Wufei felt a prickling heat starting to spread from the pit of his stomach to his groin. He closed his eyes and bit his lower lip, trying to ignore the sensation. But the feeling became stronger with every touch, spread through his body like a wildfire over dry brush. His breathing became quick and shallow, his heartbeat increased and to his horror he realized that his manhood began to harden. The boy could feel his cheeks burn, bewildered about his body’s reaction. He felt that he should pull away and as he did so he turned onto his side.
“Wufei…”
The boy gazed up to find the ginger-blond man looking directly at the bulge in his pants and turned bright red in embarrassment.
Treize smiled softly. “You have nothing to be ashamed about. You are young and healthy and this is a natural reaction to me touching you, “ hld tld the boy. “Do you want me to stop?”
Wufei wasn’t sure. Did he want it to stop? If he was honest he had to admit that he was enjoying the tender caresses. The color in the boy’s cheeks intensified at that realization.
He slowly shook his head. The ex-colonel nodded understandingly as he put his hands on Wufei’s shoulders, gently pushing him back down onto the bed.
“Trust me, Wufei,” he assured him. ”I would never do anything that either of us might regret later on.”
Wufei felt his composure starting to return. He relaxed and allowed himself to be positioned on the bed.
Over the next 15 minutes Treize showed the boy that his talents didn’t stop at easing tense muscles. He made the young writhe and arch under his skillful caresses, made him moan and groan in delight.
“Turn over, little Dragon.” The ginger-blond man whispered near his ear.
Wufei wasn’t sure if it was his master’s hot breath or the sound of his voice that sent shivers down his spine. He complied, turning onto his back.
The ex-colonels hands explored his chest, teased his taut, pink nibbles, then wandered further down, stroking the boy’s slender hips for a few moments before slipping under the waistband of his pants. He gave the young slave a questioning look. In spite of his growing nervousness Wufei nodded.
Treize moved slowly. He knew that he was taking a huge step. The fact alone that Wufei allowed himself to be touched by him in such an intimate manner was more than he had hoped for and the last thing he wanted to do was to frighten the boy. Mindful of his injured leg he removed Wufei’s pants, leaving the boy naked… and fully erected.
Never before that Wufei felt so utterly exposed as under his master’s eyes. Instinctively he reached for the comforter to cover himself, but Treize stayed his hand, pushing it gently back into the sheets.
“You are beautiful.” He breathed.
The young slave felt himself flush once again. He gasped as the ex-general hand brushed softly, teasingly against his erection.
And still so innocent…
Treize let his fingers run along Wufei\'s member and began pumping it slowly. The boy groaned as the first shocks of pleasure thrilled through him and arched his hips off of the ground. For a moment he almost forgot to breathe. Wufei felt wave after wave of pleasure crash through him, flowing up his spine to explode in his brain. He was only dimly aware the wae was whispering Treize\'s name. Under the ex-colonel’s skilled hands it didn’t take long for the young slave to reach his climax. A few more gently strokes brought him over the edge. With a half-choked cry he arched up, releasing his seeds then collapsed breathlessly panting. His pleasure-clouded brain barely registered that his master took his into his arms, cradling him like a child in need to be comforted.
Treize could feel the boy tremble in his arms as wave after wave of pleasure raced through Wufei’s body till the aftershocks of his orgasm slowly dissipated. The ginger-blond man lowered him into the pillows, rose and walked into the bathroom. He washed his hands and filled a small basin with warm water. The young slave was still panting, his heart still racing. He didn’t stir until the ex-colonel began to clean the stickiness off his stomach with a damp cloth. Slowly, lazily he opened his eyes, still too exhausted to speak.
The ginger-blond man rose and pulled the covers over him.
“Go to sleep,” he told the boy in a soft voice.
“What about you?” Wufei asked, a slight tremor of nervousness in his voice. “It seems hardly fair that you… ”
“Shhh,” Treize laid a finger over the boy’s lips. “Don’t worry about me. You can pay me back later…Some day, when you are ready. Now sleep!”
Bewildered the young slave closed his eyes, feeling himself overwhelmed by sleep almost instantly. His breathing became deep and even as he drifted off.
For a few moments the ex-colonel watched Wufei sleep, fighting the temptation to kiss the boy’s lovely face. Then he rose and walked back into the bathroom. He showered and put on a pair of black, silken pajama pants.
Redressing his injured arm proofed a little difficult, but in asking for help he would be confirming that the wound bothered him more than he led on…and admit weakness.
Standing in front of the mirror, the ex-colonel gave his own reflection a humorless grin, as he slipped on the pajama top and began buttoning it.
“You are not that much different from Wufei do you know that? And just as stubborn…” he mumbled low.
“Are you talking to yourself?”
Treize jerked around in surprise, a smile forming on his lips. “Milliardo, when did you get back?”
“About an hour ago. I helped Martin to unload the transport,” the longhaired, blond told him. “It appears that you and Wufei have been “bonding” rather well while I was gone,” he added with a gesture toward Treize’s bed.
Was there a hint of jealousy in Milliardo’s voice?
“It’s not exactly what you might think.” Treize closed the bathroom door so that their voices wouldn’t disturb the sleeping boy. “Wufei was thrown off Napoleon earlier this afternoon.”
Milliardo’s eyes went wide in shock. “He is okay, isn’t he?”
The older man nodded. “He bumped his head and broke his left ankle, but he will be okay.” With a stern look at the blond slave he added. “Why didn’t you tell me he is still learning to ride?”
“I’m sorry,” Milliardo lowered his ice-blue eyes. “It’s just that he seemed almost ashamed that he didn’t know how to ride. He asked me not to tell you and I didn’t want to break his trust.”
“I can understand that I suppose, but I hope you will use better judgement the next time.”
“I will,” the younger man assured his master, before he put his arms around the ex-colonel and added with a smile. “So, what else have you two been up to while I was gone?”
Treize couldn’t suppress a hiss of pain when the blond pressed against him, squeezing his injured arm. Startled Milliardo took a step back and gave the older man a concerned look.
“What’s wrong? You got hurt too?”
“It’s nothing really,” the ex-colonel replied evasively. “Just a small cut I received during swordplay.”
The blond slave shook his head. “Can’t I leave the two of you alone for two days without you trying to kill each other?” he joked in an attempt to mask his concern.
Treize gave him a wry grin and stifled a yawn. Milliardo took the hint.
“It is getting late. I’ll sleep in my bed tonight I suppose.”
“Do you mind sharing?” his master asked. “I’m not quite sure how Wufei would react waking up next to me.” And I don’t want to destroy what little trust I was able to establish in those past two days.