A Small Piece of Heaven

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A Small Piece of Heaven – Part 22

Milliardo recovered from his shock rather quickly.
“Welcome home, Master.” His irresistible smile didn’t seem to have the slightest effect on the ginger-blond man.
“I was wondering why nobody was at the airport to welcome me, but as I can see now the two of you have more important things to do.\"
“Nothing is more important than you, Master,” the tall blond purred. “We just didn’t know you were coming. -We really missed you, didn’t we Wufei?”
“Somehow I have a hard time believing that,” Treize replied, his face an unreadable mask, as he wondered how his silver-tongued angel was going to try to talk his way out of this situation. He was far from angry, yet he took perverse pleasure in watching his two slaves squirm. “It looked to me as if the two of you are quite capable of entertaining each other.”
“I was just teaching Wufei to prepare the perfect bath for you and I suppose we got a little carried away.”
“Is that so?” The ex-colonel turned his head to gaze at the dark-haired boy, feeling instantly a stirring in his manhood at the exquisite sight.
Wufei swallowed, cheeks burning, as he wished for the ground to open up and swallow him right then and there. Never before in his life had he felt this embarrassed. Slowly the boy lowered himself back into the tub, until he was immersed up to his neck in the warm water.
“Why don’t you join us, Master?” Milliardo suggested slyly. “That way you can tell us if everything is just how you like it.”
“Don’t mind if I do.” Treize’s eyes returned to the lovely, blond.
“Then we’ll have to get you out of these clothes I would say.” Graceful as a cat the young man climbed out of the water. “Let me help.”
“Thank you, Angel. I’d appreciate that.” The ex-colonel covered Milliardo’s lips with his own in a brief yet affectionate kiss. “What have you two been doing while I was gone? Tell me…everything,” he demanded as the younger man started to undress him.
“On Wednesday, after we got back from the airport Wufei helped me study. After dinner we watched some vids,” the blond recounted. Treize’s coat fell to the floor, followed by his tie, and nimble fingers begun to unbutton the pristine white shirt beneath. “Yesterday Wufei practiced while I took my Latin test. Professor Hamill said he would call you to let you know how I did.”
“How do you think you did?” The ginger-blond man asked softly.
Milliardo shrugged as he went down on his knees. “I think I did well. It was not that hard.”
“Very good,” Treize praised, suppressing a shudder at the blonde’s hot breath against his stomach. “Go on, what else did you do?”
“I took Napoleon to the jumping range like you asked me to. This morning we slept in, we helped Carlos in the rose garden, and then… we got bored and ended up here.”
The ex-colonel reached down to catch the young man’s chin, tilting it up so that Milliardo was forced to look into his face.
“Don’t you ever do something like that again without my permission.” Treize’s voice was still soft, but underlines with a layer of steel that left no doubt that he was very serious.
“I’m sorry, Master.” Milliardo murmured. “It won’t happen again.”
“I’ll take you word for it, Milliardo.” The older man leaned down to brush the blonde’s lips with his own. “Don’t disappoint me.”
Wufei was well aware that he was staring, but he couldn’t help it. He watched as Milliardo stripped the ex-colonel of his last garments. The two men shared another kiss, longer and more passionate this time. The boy swallowed convulsively, mouth suddenly gone dry, as he let his gaze trail over the man’s well-muscled chest, the chiseled abdomen and those long, lean legs.
Treize was slightly aroused, and he was large, larger even than Milliardo, the dark-haired slave realized. Suddenly Wufei felt very self-conscious.
“Wufei, are you okay?” There was the slightest hint of concern in Milliardo’s voice.
All the boy could do was nod, as he felt himself blush. Part of him wanted to jump up and flee as the two men joined him in the hot tub, and he wasn’t sure what stopped him; shock, amazement, curiosity, or all of the above.
The blond settled down in one of the impressions built into the side of the tub and extended his hand toward the younger slave.
The color in Wufei’s cheeks only intensified, even as he allowed Milliardo to pull him into his lap again. A pair of strong, yet tender arms embraced him, drawing him close.
“Isn’t he beautiful?”
Wufei gave a small snort of annoyance.
“Stop saying that, Milliardo. I’m NOT beautiful,” he growled. “Woman are beautiful, men are handsome.”
Treize chuckled.
“No, little Dragon.” He reached out to brush his thumb softly over the boy’s luscious lips. “You are beautiful.”
Slowly, carefully, he bent forward and pressed his lips lightly against Wufei’s, noting in satisfaction that the boy didn’t pull away.
Wufei’s lips and teeth parted willingly, his tongue moved to tangle with Treize\'s, sparing lightly as he lifted a hand to cup the back of the ex-colonel’s head. Hands trailed down his sides, stopping at his hips for just a moment, before moving deeper, fondling the semi-hard flesh between his legs. Wufei wasn’t sure if it was Milliardo or Treize who was touching him, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. He moaned quietly, his fingers tangling themselves into soft ginger-blond hair.
Somewhere deep inside the boy, some part of him was shocked about his own reaction. This wasn’t right, was it? He should be repelled by the idea of two men touching him in such an intimate manner, shouldn’t he? But those kisses, those gentle ministrations that made him squirm; they didn’t feel disgusting or inappropriate. Perhaps this wasn’t wrong after all. Only a few months ago the thought of sleeping with another man would have been revolting to him, but that was before Milliardo had shown him how wonderful it could be. So, perhaps being with two men could be just as good, or maybe twice the fun.
When lack of air finally forced Treize to break the kiss, both he and Wufei were panting breathlessly.
“Magnificent,” the ex-colonel breathed. “You are absolutely magnificent, my little Dragon.”
“What about me?” Milliardo nuzzled the older man’s throat.
“You are just as marvelous, my Angel.” Treize assured him as kissed the top of Milliardo’s head, a smile tugging on his lips. “Oh what a lucky man I am, to have two so lovely creatures to call my own.”

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Later that night Wufei found himself in Treize’s bed, sandwiched between the two older men. To the boy’s right, he ex-colonel was trailing soft butterfly kisses along his jaw-line, while one of his hands brushed gently along the inside of Wufei’s thighs. On the other side, Milliardo was busying himself with one of boy’s nipples. Wufei could feel the blonde’s lean body pressed against his side, skin touching skin, a semi-hard erection grinding against his hip.
The dark-haired slave cried out, as Milliardo’s teeth unexpectedly clamped down on the sensitive nub. There was only the short stab of pain, before the blond let his hot tongue flicker over the small rosy bud. The quick change between agony and pleasure was remarkably stimulating and sent a jolt of straight into Wufei’s groin. Silky black lashes met golden tanned cheeks as the boy closed his eyes with a quiet whimper of delight.
Treize lifted his head and beheld the boy forew mew moments.
“Whatever it is you are doing, Milliardo, he seems to enjoy it.” He murmured with a mischievous smirk. “Perhaps we can double the delight.”
With that he ginger-blond man dipped his head to take Wufei’s other, previously neglected, nipple between his lips. He started suckling, lightly first and then more firmly, until the little rose-colored nub was taut. Milliardo meanwhile continued his little game of pain and pleasure, alternating between nibbling and licking.
Wufei was trembling under the double assault. Broken sounds fell from his lips; words murmured in his native language mixed with soft moans of desire. Long fingers dug into the silky sheets beneath him as his head thrashed back and forth on the pillow and his body arched languidly.
Treize sto to to raise his head, and for a few moments he just watched the beautiful creature beneath him writhe in sweet agony.
“Do you like this, little Dragon?” he purred.
“Oh…. Yes…ah… gods, yes…” Wufei stammered, barely able to form coherent words. “But I need more…ah…please …I need...”
The boy brought his hands up, buried them into long strands of pale blond hair, and gently directed Milliardo toward his groin where the aching flesh between his legs demanded attention.
“No more teasing,” he whispered hoarsely.
Wufei trembled in anticipation as the blonde’s nose brushed against the dark locks just above his erection. Milliardo ran his tongue a few timesand and down the rigid shaft, licked a few drops of pre-cum from its weeping head, then crooked his head and looked up at Treize.
“Should I take care of this?”
“I have a better idea.” The ex-colonel shifted a little, bringing his mouth close to Wufei’s ear as he whispered:
“I want to see you inside of Milliardo, little Dragon. You two are so beautiful together.”
The boy shuddered, not sure if it was the man’s hot breath against his neck, or his suggestion that sent shivers of excitement down his spine.
Milliardo opened his mouth to protest when Treize leaned in to capture his lips in a passionate kiss, effectively stifling any objection. The fair-haired slave moaned quietly against the older man’s mouth; tongues sparring with each other, as he melted into the kiss.
“Fine,” he mumbled.
A soft smile on his lips, Treize affectionately nuzzled the younger man’s throat.
“Such a good little slave.”
Milliardo gave a growl as the ex-colonel pulled away to retrieve a small tube from the nightstand next to the bed.
Treize turned his attention back to Wufei. His eyes traveled down the boy’s perfect body, rested for just a moment on the firm flesh between his legs.
“May I?” he asked quietly.
A faint blush stained the boy’s cheeks as he nodded. Kneeling down next to Wufei, the ex-colonel squeezed a generous amount of the lubricant onto his fingers and spread it slowly over the boy’s throbbing erection. Wufespedsped as the cool gel tou his his skin. The gentle strokes made him almost come right then and there.
The ginger-blond man turned to Milliardo.
“Roll over and spread your legs for me, Angel.”
The tall blond complied, resting his head on his arms, and Treize settled down between his thighs. A slender hand drifted to cup the blonde’s butt, fingers stroking to phis his cheeks. Two slick fingers, gently, teasingly, circled the entrance there for a few moments. The ginger-blond man bend down to kiss those firm buttocks, a clever distraction while first one, then both fingers entered the young slave.
Milliardo was panting, small sounds, somewhere between purring and moaning, escaped his lips as Treize’s fingertips brushed against a certain spot deep within him. He pushed back, begging for a firmer caress.
“Don’t move,” the ex-colonel told him, his other hand shifting down between the blonde’s thighs, stroking his stiff erection, fondling those heavy balls teasingly.
Milliardo’s moans turned into whimpers.
Those sounds and seeing the fair-haired slave so wanton, so aroused and so utterly submissive sent another rush of blood straight into Wufei’s groin. The boy bit his lower lip, unable to suppress a quiet moan.
Treize withdrew his fingers and playfully slapped Milliardo’s firm butt.
“He is all yours, Wufei.”
The raven-haired boy felt slightly nervous as he positioned himself between Milliardo’s legs. He had never done this before. As the tip of his erection pushed through the tight ring of muscles he suddenly understood why Milliardo liked to be on top. The heat and tightness, the tensing of muscles around his pulsing manhood was incredible; a feeling so intense that Wufei was afraid he wouldn’t be able to last very long. Milliardo startled the boy as he suddenly thrust his hip backward, impaling himself all the way.
The blond looked back over his shoulder, an impish sparkle in his crystal-blue eyes. Wufei’s eyes narrowed in annoyance. Even on the bottom the blond still managed to be in control.
Gripping the young man’s hips with both hands, Wufei started to thrust slow and deep. His breathing was becoming increasingly heavy and he closed his eyes at the sheer force of pleasure that came with every thrust.
His mind clouded with pleasure and desire, he barely noticed that Treize had moved behind him and spread his legs. Gentle hands parted his buttocks and only then Wufei realized what the ex-colonel was planning to do. A slick finger encircled his opening, then pushed in, a second finger following soon after. The boy moaned as those digits begun to stretch him. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could last.
The fingers disappeared and something blunt and much larger pressed against his tight entrance, then there was a spasm of pain.
Oh god, the man was large.
Wufei squeezed his eyes together, hands tightening their grip on Milliardo’s hips, unable to suppress a small moan of pain. Treize stopped immediately.
“Wufei?” there was concern in his voice.
“I’m okay.” the dark-haired slave assured, knowing that the pain would pass soon. “Just need a moment.”
One of Milliardo’s hands came up, covering Wufei’s, squeezing it softly, reassuringly.
“Just try to relax.”
The ex-colonel waited for the boy to adjust, keeping himself perfectly still. It wasn’t easy, his body aching with need, and it took every ounce of self-control that he had. When he felt those tight muscles around him relax he started to move, his powerful thrusts dictating the rhythm in which he and Wufei moved.
The twin-sensation of being taken by Treize, even while he was inside Milliardo was more than the young slave could bear. He could feel the pressure buil, st, starting in his groin area and spreading throughout his entire body. Then the ax hax hit, more intense than anything he had ever experienced before. Wufei closed his eyes, whimpering with each wave of sweet pleasure that tore through him.
Moments later Treize came as well, filling the boy’s lovely body with his hot seeds.
“My sweet little Dragon, “ he whispered hoarsely as his arms encircles Wufei’s waist and both of them collapsed onto the bed, still floating in the delicious haze of post orgasm. Wufei snuggled closer against the ginger-blond man, feeling tired and deliciously sated.
“Master!?” Milliardo gave a small, somewhat frustrated growl, and Treize suddenly remembered that the young man’s need had yet to be satisfied.
“I’m sorry, Angel,” he apologized. “I didn’t mean to leave you like that.”
“Should I?” Wufei asked quietly.
The ex-colonel shook his head. “No need, little Dragon. I’ll take care of it. Just watch, watch and learn.”

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