A Small Piece of Heaven

Heaven 03




Thanks to all of those rewieving my story.
A Small Piece of Heaven – Part 3
Milliardo woke up slowly, his mitilltill foggy from the painkillers.
He found himself stretched out on a soft bed and felt slender fingers undressing him. When
his eyes focused he recognized the man hovering over him as the same who had first foiled
his escape attempt and later intervened when Phillips was tormenting the hell out of him.
What had he said his name was? Treize Khushe…Khushre…something. It was
still too difficult to think clearly or even keep his eyes open.
Milliardo did remember that the man had talked about buying him. That’s what probably
had happened while he was asleep and that’s why he was now at this place and not in
his cell at this station. The young man felt an ice-cold shiver running down his spine. As
much as he hated being at the S.A.U. station, at least there he knew what to expect. The
uncertainty that came with being sold was awful. For all he knew he could be far worst off
with his new master…well maybe not far worst.
His thoughts were interrupted as a pair of slender hands moved deeper, down to his hips,
slid under the waistband of his pants slipping them off. He didn’t wear any
underwear. The officers at the station considered one layer of clothes enough to deal with
when they came to him for quick…whatever they called it.
Okay, so his new master had helped him and now he was taking his
"reward" for it. Not that Milliardo had expected anything else. He had learned a
long time ago that kindness always came with a price.
Milliardo stiffened involuntarily, unable to suppress a slight
shudder.
Treize raised his head and looked at him.
"You are awake?!" Even his voice was soft. It was that
voice that had fooled Milliardo at the station and made him greatly underestimate the man.
"This will make things easier."
 
I wouldn’t be so sure about that.
"Relax, I’m not going to hurt you," the ex-colonel
added, noticing the hint of panic in the blonde’s eyes. "I prepared a bath for
you. It should help to ease the tension in your muscles. Do you think you can walk?"
 
A bath? Milliardo blinked in confusion, staring for a moment at
the man then remembering that he had been asked a question he nodded.
"Yes, Master," his voice was hoarse, his throat still sore.
He sat up, swinging his long legs over the edge of the bed and rose
only to find that he still had little control over his body and his legs felt like they
were made of rubber. But before he collapsed a pair of strong arms encircled him,
steadying him, and helped him to sit back down.
"Easy now," Treize whispered. "It looks like you
aren’t quite ready yet to do this on your own. Let me help you."
Before Milliardo could agree or protest Treize scooped him up, carried him into a
luxurious bathroom and placed him gently into the large marble tub.
The man had been right, the warm water did wonders on his sore muscles. Milliardo
couldn’t stop himself from making a small moan of delight. Mistaking the sound for
discomfort, Treize asked concerned:
"The water isn’t too hot is it?"
Milliardo shook his head.
"It’s perfect, Master."
The ginger-blond man gave him a soft smile. "Then just relax and let me take care of
you."
***
The ex-colonel settled down on the wide rim of the bathtub. The tub
was large enough to accommodate two grown men comfortably, but Treize felt that it was a
little too early for a joined bath. Right now all he wanted was to put the young man at
ease, make him realize that he was safe and that he wasn’t going to be pressured into
anything he didn’t want. And indeed, Treize could feel that Milliardo tense body
started to relax as he soaked his long blond mane. He opened a bottle of shampoo, pouring
a generous amount into his hand before working it into the young man’s hair. When
Treize massaged his scalp the blond closed his eyes in delight.
Treize was somewhat surprised about how compliant Milliardo was, but
was sure that it was largely a result of the sedatives still in his blood. The real
challenge would come tomorrow, when the young man’s mind had cleared.
He rinsed and leathered the young man’s hair a couple more
times till it was silky and soft, then went on to cleanse Milliardo’s body. And at
the same time he explored the young man’s slender figure, soaking in every hidden
detail, adoring its sensuous beauty. His eyes narrowed as they fell on the bruise on the
blonde’s chest, where Phillips had kicked him. The dark purple mark stood in heavy
contrast to the otherwise peach-colored skin.
"I’ll never let this happen again," Treize whispered
more to himself.
The young man was so still, the ex-colonel man wondered if he had
fallen asleep again. As he continued with his task of washing the young man his fingers
brushed more or less intentionally over one of the little pink nipples. Milliardo’s
eyes flew open alarmed, but he couldn’t suppress a small moan of pleasure. Treize
raised one eyebrow at that rather unexpected reaction, but reminded himself that this was
probably "the drugs speaking".

***
By the time his master had finished bathing him, Milliardo felt
steady enough to stand on his own. The ginger-blond man helped him out of the bathtub and
waited patiently for him to dry himself off with a soft towel. Milliardo allowed himself
to be carried back into the guestroom where his master placed him onto the wide
comfortable bed. His towel dried hair was still damp and as he settled his head into the
soft pillows the sweet fragrance of the shampoo mixed with smell of freshness radiating
from the sheets.
Milliardo closed his eyes and concentrated on the softness and clean
smell of the sheets around him, trying not to think about what he expected was going to
happen next.
If his master wanted to take him there was little he could do about
it. He knew that fighting back never helped. It usually only made things worst. So it was
probably better just to submit.
But to Milliardo’s utter surprise his master pulled the covers
over him and placed a soft kiss onto his forehead, before he rose and moved away.
"Sleep well. I’ll see you in the morning."
***
In the morning Treize had called his personal physician. He wanted
Milliardo to be checked out thoroughly from head to toe. Considering what the young man
had been through he wanted to make sure that he was healthy in any aspect. As much for
Milliardo’s own good as for the doctor’s protection the ex-colonel had slipped a
light sedative in the blonde's morning tea that made him sleep through most of the
somewhat invasive and probably also a little painful procedures.
It was almost 11:00 am now and Treize, assuming that Milliardo was
awake by now, walked into the young man’s room with a cup of tea. He found Milliardo
standing by the window staring into the garden below, so lost in thought that he
didn’t even hear the ginger-blond man walk up to him. When Treize touched his
shoulder the young man turned and moved away from the touch so fast that he almost knocked
the cup out of the man’s hand.
"I’m sorry, Master," he apologized as he recognized
the ex-colonel. "You startled me."
"It’s okay," Treize replied, backing of a couple of
steps to give the blond some room. "I want you to drink this."
"More drugs?" Milliardo asked as he accepted the tea.
Treize shook his head. "No more drugs. It’s just something to sooth your
throat."
The young man looked at the cup in his hand with suspicion,
obviously not quite trusting Treize.
"You don’t believe me?" the ginger-blond man asked.
"You tricked me before, remember," Milliardo stated quietly.
Treize sighed. "That I did, and I’m sorry about it." He frowned; thinking
about it for a moment then shook his head. "No, I don’t think I’m sorry
about tricking you, because if I wouldn’t have done it you might have gotten yourself
killed. I am, however, sorry about anything that happened to you thereafter. If I
had known I would not have let it happen, that you have to believe."
Milliardo didn’t answer, but took a sip from his tea. It was sweet and tasted a
little like wild berries.
"You like my garden?" Treize changed the subject,
gesturing to the window.
"It’s beautiful," Milliardo answered, and then with a tinge of sadness in
his voice continued. "It’s been a long time since I have seen grass and
flowers."
"You know, you are not a prisoner here. You do not have to stay in this room. You are
free to go outside whenever you feel like it," The ex colonel told him.
Milliardo gave him a surprised look, obviously he hadn’t
expected that he was free to roam the premises.
"Thank you, Master."
"I just had an excellent idea." Treize suddenly smiled.
"The tailor will be here shortly to take your measurements, so we can get a few
decent outfits made for you. But that shouldn’t take longer than 30 minutes or so.
I’ll instruct the kitchen to prepare a picnic basket in the meantime so that we can
have lunch outside by the lake."

***
Treize had spread out a thick blanket on the grass underneath a
large oak tree. He was dressed in loose tan colored cotton pants and a white shirt. Both
he MillMilliardo, who wore jeans and a white T-shirt, were barefoot.
The large picnic basket they had brought along was filled with meat
and cheese, bread, fruits, desserts, a bottle of wine for Treize and juice for the
Milliardo. The blond was eating a piece of fried chicken, savoring the delicious flavor.
This was so different from the tasteless rations he was used to.
Treize, who had only eaten a few pieces of bread and cheese, sipped
on a glass of dark red wine. When Milliardo looked up he found the ginger-blond man
watching him. Their eyes met for just a moment before Milliardo averted his gaze. For a
while the young man stared out onto the large lake. The autumn sun was breaking on the
water surface, creating little pools of light. The temperature was warm for late October
and the light breeze felt rather pleasant. Milliardo stretched out on his back, his head
resting in his hands and looked up into the sky.
"Got some room left for dessert?" Treize suddenly asked.
"Um…yes, master," Milliardo nodded, before he could
sit up the ex-coloneoppeopped him.
"Stay right where you are and close your eyes!"
The blond gave his master a surprised look but obeyed without a
question. He could hear Treize rummaging in the basket for a moment, then a new order
came.
"Open you mouth."
The ginger-blond man chuckled softly when Milliardo hesitated and
frowned.
"Tell me if you like what I’m going to feed you?" The voice was now right
next to him.
Milliardo kept his eyes closed and opened his mouth. A moment later
something juicy and fresh was placed onto his tongue. He swirled it around in his mouth
for a moment, relishing the sweetness before he chewed it and swallowed.
"Hmm Strawberry."
"Uh huh " Treize confirmed, as he took another strawberry
from the bowl dipping it in whipped cream.
Milliardo was already waiting with his mouth open in anticipation.
 
Gods, I’ve got to be dreaming. This is way too good to be real.
If it is a dream, I hope I’ll never wake up.
"Oh, this is even better," he made appreciatively licking
some whipped cream from his lips. There was something so sensual about the way the tip of
his tongue moved over his lips that it sent a prickling jolt of heat into Treize’s
groin. He leaned forward and captured the young man’s mouth in a hungry kiss.
Milliardo’s eyes flew open as the unexpected change of events
startled him, but he didn’t pull away. When Treize didn’t feel any resistance he
smiled inwardly. His tongue traced the blonde’s full lips, playfully asking for
entrance. When entrance was granted he began to explore the hot cavern of the young
man’s mouth, letting out a delightful moan. Milliardo tasted sweet like the
strawberries he had just eaten. When Treize finally broke the kiss he whispered
breathlessly:
"Do you have any idea how attractive you are?" He moved
closer toward the blond, letting his hand run through the young man’s long silky
hair. "Milliardo, you are without a doubt the most beautiful creature I have ever
laid my eyes on."
Milliardo flushed in reaction to those words. He hadn’t been
given too many compliments before.
When Treize’s hands slipped beneath the white T-shirt roaming
over the young man’s silky skin Milliardo stiffened involuntarily. He knew only too
well where this would lead to and he didn’t want to go there. To his relieve the
ex-colonel removed his hands as soon as he noticed the blond slave’s discomfort.
"I will never push you into anything you are not ready
for." Treize assured him as he backed off. "If you feel uncomfortable you only
have to say so and I’ll stop."
"I ‘d rather not …go any further now." Milliardo
stated quietly, sitting up.
"I apologize." The ginger-blond man nodded understandingly. He knew he was very
much within his rights if he would take the young man even against his will. But
that’s not how he wanted it to happen. Treize really meant what he had said. He had
all intentions to wait until Milliardo was ready willing and able, ready for love not just
crude sex, willing to participate in it rather than letting it happen to him and able to
enjoy it.
There was a moment of awkward silence before the ex colonel
suggested.
"Maybe we should head back. You may accompany me later this
afternoon to the stables if you wish. I have to train some horses?"
"Horses?" Milliardo echoed. "I think I would love
that, Master."
"Do you know howrideride?"
The blond nodded. "My fa…, one of my masters used to have horses."
Treize looked at Milliardo. He could have sworn that for a moment
the young man wanted to say something else.

Author's Note: 
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