A Small Piece of Heaven

A Small Piece of Heaven – Part 19


Wufei was sitting on the windowsill, staring out into the night. It had started to snow the night before. The first snowfall of the season was covering the ground with a white blanket just in time for Christmas. Every once in a while the wind would blow a few snowflakes into the room. Some of he tiny crystals landed on Wufei’s legs. The boy, lost in thought and memory, watched as they melted almost instantly.

The day has started out normal enough…

:::Begin of Flashback:::

“I have to run a few final errands for tomorrows party. While I’m gone. I want the two of you to help Evans put up the last of the Christmas decorations.” Treize told his two slaves as he passed the basket with the breakfast rolls to Milliardo.
“We don’t have to attend the party, do we?” the blond asked hopefully.
“I’m afraid you do,” the ex-colonel replied, eliciting a groan of frustration from Milliardo. “What are you complaining about? You did very well last year. I happen to know that some of the young ladies you danced with are still talking about it and I’m sure they are coming back in hopes for another dance.”
“Thank you very much.” The blond slave shot a sulky glare in master\'s direction. “That’s exactly what I’m trying to avoid. Maybe stepping on a few toes will help.”
“Milliardo,” Treize admonished, giving the young man a sharp look. “I’m the host of this party, and as my slave your conduct will be reflecting on me. I expect nothing but your best manners throughout the night. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Master,” the blond answered.
“Besides, I really don’t understand what you are so upset about?” Treize teased. “A lot of men would kill for your natural charm and beauty and your ability to attacked ladies.”
Now Milliardo was scowling. His eyes turned to Wufei, who had been enjoying the little dispute silently, while trying to hide his grin behind a cup of tea.
“I don’t know what you are smirking about? I can’t wait to see you on the dance floor.”
“Actually,” Treize corrected. “Wufei will be at my side welcoming the guests, then he will be helping out in the kitchen.”
“What…” Milliardo gave his master a “life is not fair” look.
“Duke Dermail will be at here tomorrow,” the ex-colonel explained. “I didn’t really expect him to accept the invitation, but I was wrong. Wufei…” He directed his attention toward the boy. “I hope you understand that I don’t want the two of you to run into each other without me present.” Treize had horror visions about the Duke and his former slave getting into an altercation in the middle of the ballroom. “And since I will be busy attending to the guests…”
“And fighting off the advances of a certain duchess by the name of Une...” Milliardo remarked dryly.
Treize looked at the blond from the side, one eyebrow raised in a mixture of surprise and amusement.
“Am I detecting some jealousy here?”
The blond snorted. “Me, jealous at a woman, please Master, I know you better than that.”
“Maybe,” the ex-colonel replied with a mysterious smile. “You don’t know me quite as well as you think you do.”
Wufei couldn’t help but chuckle at the look on Milliardo’s face at those words.
Being the diplomat he was Treize had quickly changed the subject and asked Wufei how he liked the new book he was reading. The rest of breakfast was spent with the usual small talk.
Soon after breakfast the ex-colonel had left and the two slaves started doing the chores they had been given by their master. A few hours later the Chinese lad had finished putting up the last of the lights in the entrance hall. He went upstairs to his room only to find Milliardo, on top of a ladder under his door.
“What are you doing?” the boy asked, eyes narrowing in suspicion.
“Hanging up some decorations,” the blond replied innocently. “I noticed you didn’t have a single Christmas ornament in your room. May I?” He gave Wufei a questioning look, waiting for approval.
“Fine, “ the younger slave agreed. “As long as you are not planning to turn my room into a Christmas wonderland.”
“Just one ornament,” Milliardo promised. The triumphant sparkle in is icy-blue eyes should have probably warned Wufei.
A few moments later the young man was finished and put away the ladder.
“Come here and let me know what you think?”
Wufei walked over to the door, glared up and shrugged. To him it looked just like a dried up branch of some coniferous tree with some berries on it. “What is it?”
“Mistletoe,” Milliardo told him and before the boy could ask any other questions the blond suddenly grabbed him and kissed him.
Wufei’s eye’s widened. “What the…”
“Kissing under the mistletoe it’s a very old Christmas tradition, I take it you didn’t know.” Milliardo smirked.
The boy scowled at him. It wasn’t that the young man had kissed him he was angry about, but the fact that Milliardo had tricked him.
“Take it down.” He demanded.
“After all the trouble I went through to put it up? I think not.”
“Fine then I’ll take it down myself.” Before he could move Milliardo had suddenly gotten hold of the rubber- band the boy was using to keep his hair together, and pulled it out.
“You have beautiful hair, Wufei, you should wear it down.”
Wufei’s frown deepened. “I hate it when it gets into my face. Now, give back my hair band.”
“Make me if you can.” Milliardo teased. The boy let out a growl as he lurched forward, but the blond was quicker. Moments later Wufei was chasing him down the hall. Milliardo laughed as he ran into his room, the boy right behind him. Wufei tackled the young man and they ended up wrestling on the wide, king-size bed. Using his superior size and weight Milliardo managed to overpower the boy. He had straddled the younger slave, hands wrapped around Wufei’s slim wrists, pinning him down beneath him. For a few moments he leaned over him, panting breathlessly.
“Let go of me now.” Wufei demanded. “Or I swear I’ll…”
He never was able to finish his threat, because the blond suddenly dipped his head. First their noses touched, then their lips. The boy’s resistance ceased instantly. Milliardo’s lips were hot, full and sweet as…no, there was no comparison. Wufei felt himself melt into the young man’s kiss. He let out a frustrated groan as their lips parted. But disappointment turned quickly into delight as the blond placed a trail of butterfly kisses along his jawbone and down his neck. The boy closed his eyes momentarily, moaning softly. Milliardo released Wufei’s wrists and brushed his knuckles over the boy\'s soft cheek as he looked into his eyes. \"You are beautiful, Wufei.\" He ran his thumb over Wufei\'s bottom lip, his hand moving beneath the boy’s chin as he tilted his head back. Lowering his own head, he brushed his lips over Wufei\'s once more. Arms moved around his neck and he could feel Wufei\'s fingers in his hair as the boy opened his mouth.
His hands moved down the boy’s well-muscled torso; slipped beneath his shirt. The Chinese lad shivered as the blond let his fingertips run up and down his rips, barely brushing the hot skin. He raised his arms in an unspoken invitation for Milliardo to toff off his shirt. The young man complied, pulling the garment over Wufei’s head; dropping it onto the floor. He nipped playfully at the boy’s earlobe, nuzzled the nape of his neck then moved deeper, his hot lips closing around one of the small rose-colored nubs and he started to suckle on it gently.
Wufei gasped, obsidian eyes wide, at the sensation. Milliardo smirked as he continued to tease the boy’s nipples with his tongue. Wufei’s hands moved down the blonde’s back, caressing his hips for a few moments. With nimble fingers he unzipped the young man’s pants. One hand slipped beneath the fabric until he could feel Milliardo’s manhood. Slowly and somewhat clumsily the boy began to imitate what Treize had done to him, giving a small smile when the blond slave let out a groan and pushed upward into his hand.
“Wufei,” Milliardo’s voice was husky and heavy with desire. “If we take this any further I’m not sure that I’ll be able to stop later on.”
“Maybe I don’t want you to stop,” the boy whispered before he even knew it.
The young man pushed himself up.
“Are you sure that that’s really what you want?”
Wufei, looking at him through half-lidded, pleasure-clouded eyes, nodded. Oh yes, he was sure he wanted it, although he didn’t quite now what it was. He just knew that every fiber of his body was aching for something more.
Milliardo smiled at him. As he slipped his hands beneath the band of Wufei\'s pants, the boy lifting his hips so that he could pull them off, releasing his fully erected and pulsing manhood from its confinement.
Sitting up Milliardo removed his own clothes, then stretched out next to the younger slave. He let his fingers run through the boy’s silky hair. Wufei brought his arms up, pulling him closer, covering his lips in a passionate kiss.
Milliardo run his fingers over the boy’s erection, smiling softly at the gasp he evoked.
“Are you really sure you want this?” he asked once more, studying the boy’s handsome face.
Wufei nodded. “What do you want me to do?” he asked, a slight hint of nervousness in his voice.
Milliardo kissed him softly, reassuringly. “Relax,” he breathed into the boy’s ear. “Just relax and let me take care of everything else. It’s nothing to be afraid about. I won’t lie to you, Wufei. It might be a little uncomfortable at first, but that will be over soon. I promise, I would never hurt you.”
I know.
Milliardo was right. Though it wasn’t painful, uncomfortable was a good word to describe it. But the young man was so gentle with him, distracting him with soft kisses and caresses until a powerful sensation of pleasure overtook the last feeling of discomfort.
In the end, after both he and Milliardo had reached their climax, Wufei had fallen asleep curled up against the young man’s warm body, listening to the sounds of his heartbeat. And when he woke up, Milliardo had still been lying beside him, proof that it had not been all but a dream.

::: End of Flashback :::

No, it had really happened. He had lost his virginity…Wufei could feel heat starting to creep into his cheeks…to another man. But he felt no regrets whatsoever. It had been a most wonderful experience, one that he would probably remember for the rest of his life.
A quiet knock at the door made Wufei look up.
“Come in.”
The door was opened and Treize stepped in, a somewhat apologetic smile on his face.
“I know it’s late, but I thought I should give you this already.”
The ex-colonel was carrying a package wrapped in red and gold Christmas paper, holding it out toward the boy.
Wufei slipped from the windowsill.
“Thank you.” He took the present, looking at it in hesitation for a moment.
“Open it,” the ginger-blond man encouraged him.
The dark-haired slave slipped off the golden bow then ripped away the paper to expose a box. He opened it to reveal a suit; a traditional Chinese mandarin suit made from finest silk. The pants were black with a golden sash, the jacket, black with gold trimmings. A small red dragon was embroidered on the front and a larger version of it decorated the back of the jacket.
“It was supposed to be a Christmas present,” Treize explained. “But I thought you might be more comfortable wearing it at the party tomorrow instead of a tuxedo.
Wufei looked up at the ex-colonel. “Thank you. It’s beautiful.”
“Why don’t you try it on so we can see if it fits.”
The boy nodded and disappeared into tathrathroom. When he returned a few minutes later, Treize was sitting by the window. He looked at the boy scrutinizing from head to toe, taking in every inch of his perfectly shaped body.
“Superb, most superb,” he finally spoke, and somehow Wufei had the feeling that he was not only talking about the suit.
“Thank you. It is very beautiful and it is very kind of you to give me such a present.”
“You are quite welcome, little dragon. I’m glad you like it.” The ex-colonel rose and gave the young slave a curt nod. “I’ll leave you then. I’m sure you must be tired. It’s been a very busy day today.”
For a moment Wufei wondered if the man suspected anything.
On his way out Treize’s eyes caught the mistletoe ornament hanging in the doorframe.
“I see you too are getting into the Christmas spirit.”
“Milliardo,” the boy growled. “He talked me into hanging it up.”
“And I’m sure he missed to tell you about the meaning of mistletoe?” Treize laughed softly. “I think by now you should know better than let Milliardo talk you into anything.”
I suppose I should, shouldn’t I? Wufei thought, making himself a mental note to carefully avoid any mistletoe decorations throughout the mansion.

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