The Dragon Sash

By DragonMage

Notes: Why am I writing this? I don't know, really. I think it's because I felt like it and I haven't written anything in such a long time. Okay, maybe not that long, but I just haven't written and I felt bad about it. *smiles* I hope people like this.

Chang Wufei tried to drown out the noise around him by wearing a pair of headphones and the CD player put up high, and yet he still couldn't ignore Duo Maxwell's crazed laughter as the drunk ex-pilot practically gloated over his good hand of cards.

"I am SO gonna win this one! And all this money and treasure is going to be MINE!!!" the American cackled happily and swallowed some more of the sake he had smuggled from his boyfriend, Heero Yuy's, private cabinet. Said boyfriend was off buying some more food for the refrigerator since Duo the Human Garbage Can had finished off the last of their food before their guests arrived so everyone was left with only alcohol to sake their thirst.

The only reason why Wufei was there in the first place was because Quatre Raberba Winner had appeared at his doorstep of his apartment and all but literally dragged him to the get-together Duo and Heero had arranged.

"It's important, Wufei! We're all friends, right? We stick together!" Quatre had exclaimed while shoving Wufei and a duffel bag into the back of the limo and then proceeding to lock all the doors so Wufei couldn't escape. Wufei found that a bit insulting. He had more honor than to run away from a friendly get-together--sort of. Okay, so Quatre had a good reason, but did he have to handcuff him as well??

Wufei rubbed his slightly red wrists and frowned at the angelic blonde who was staring at his hand of cards with a slight frown on his pale features. Wufei sighed, rolled his eyes, and tried to return his attention back to the book he was currently reading. He was almost done with it. Hopefully, he would be able to get it done before the night was over.

When he finally managed to drown out all the noise and focus on the book and the music, Duo was standing in front of him, shouting drunkenly. Wufei watched in slight amusement as the braided idiot rambled something about having nothing left to bet and if he could...Wufei didn't catch the last part.

Irritated, Wufei ripped off the headphones and glared at Duo. "What?" he demanded. "Maxwell, what are you yelling about? I'm trying to read!"

"Give me your sash," Duo hiccuped.

"Excuse me?" Wufei blinked and looked down at the black sash that was tied comfortably around his slim waist.

"I ran out of money, Wu-chan. Can I bet you?" Duo asked, grinning.

Before Wufei could even come close to protesting, his sash was ripped right off his waist and Duo threw it into the large pile in the middle of the poker table. The black thing fluttered gracefully down and settled with the elegant dragon stitching facing upwards.

"I bet Wu-chan! If I lose, anyone can have him for a slave!" Duo declared before collapsing into giggles.

Wufei was mortified. "I did NOT agree to that!" he shouted in panic as he got to his feet. "Duo Maxwell, give me my sash back!"

"No way! You're my friend, right, Wu-chan?" Duo asked, blinking moist eyes at Wufei.

"Yes...and don't call me Wu-chan. My name is Wufei," the irate Chinese boy grounded out. Five years and he still couldn't break Duo of the habit of calling him Wu-chan. Damn American.

"Then let me bet you! I promise you I'll win!" Duo said confidently.

Wufei's nerves weren't eased. But he suppose he could trust Duo and allow him to make the reckless bet. Maybe he would get lucky and Duo actually won. He didn't really fancy the idea of being a slave to either Quatre or Trowa. So, decision made, he merely sat back down and watched the game as it continued.

"Well, I'm out. I don't think I can bet anything else," Quatre sighed as he threw down his cards. He had hoped he could win but he knew his cards weren't good enough. <Too bad. It would have been so interesting to have Wufei as a slave,> he mused, his Arabic background slipping into his thoughts, mingled with harems and alcohol.

"I'm in," Trowa Barton said with a slight sparkle to his forest green eyes as he stared at the black sash sitting prettily in the middle of the high pile of money. As well as chips, and other valuable trinkets that the three had thrown in when they ran out of chips and money. He had given up the keys to his Porsche, his gold watch, and one of his daggers that he still carried around on his person.

"Aww, you're not gonna beat me, Trowa," Duo said, shaking his head. "I have the best hand ever!" He reached out for the bottle of sake and finished it off. When there was no more, he dropped it onto the carpeted floor and kicked it away. He knew that Heero would clean it up later so he didn't worry about it. Besides, if the carpet *did* stain they could always call to get it cleaned! They were all loaded, after all.

"Really?" Trowa smiled slightly in amusement. He remembered the times they had played poker while Duo was drunk. Most of the time, the braided American didn't have such a great hand as he boasted. Too bad Wufei hadn't been around enough to realize that or he would have been more persistent about getting his sash back. <Hmm...I wonder what I'm going do to him when I have him.>

"Yep! See!" Duo threw down his cards, revealing two fours, one six, one jack and one three. "Ha-ha! I win!"

Trowa tried not to laugh as he placed his cards down. A royal flush.

Quatre turned pink from laughter. "I...don't think you...won, Duo!"

"What are you talking about?" Duo demanded, frowning in confusion as he stared at his cards for a moment. Then he blinked and fell over laughing. "You're right...I have nothing!"

"MAXWELL!!" Wufei screamed, leaping to his feet. His book fell to the ground with a muffled 'thud' and he ripped off his glasses, glaring at Duo for all the damned American was worth. "I'm going to KILL YOU!"

"Oops," Duo giggled. "Sorry, Fei. I guess I *didn't* have such a good hand after all."

"Oh gods above! I don't care if Heero kills me!" Wufei lunged at Duo just as the American leaped to his feet, running from the furious Chinese boy.

"Oh dear," Quatre murmured as he watched Duo run from Wufei. He just hoped Heero got home before the Chinese boy decided to exact one of his death threats. He looked down at the expensive carpet and wondered if Heero would be furious if there were bloodstains on them. <Ah, they're so hard to get out.>

Trowa raised an eyebrow and smirked before he started picking through the treasure pile in the middle of the table. He grabbed the sash that marked Chang Wufei as his and folded it neatly before sliding it into his pocket. Then he began to collect the chips, setting them up neatly so he could collect his money later.

Quatre soon got bored watching Wufei try to kill Duo and helped Trowa sort out all his money and treasures.

"So, what are you going to do with him?" Quatre asked curiously as he grabbed the many bills in the pile and started straightening them out.

Trowa looked at his best friend and smiled. "I don't know. Any suggestions?"

"Well, you could always get him to clean your house...But then, knowing you there probably isn't anything to do there." Quatre looked thoughtful. "Ah...hmm....I don't know."

"You're an Arabian, Quatre," Trowa teased. "Surely you know *something*."

Quatre flushed and laugh. "Ah, yes, I do. But it usually involves velvet ropes, lubricant, and some other "toys", Trowa. I doubt Wufei would appreciate that."

Trowa suddenly looked thoughtful. "Do you think so?"

The blond Arabian shrugged. "Well, he just seems so...prime and proper, you know? He doesn't look like the type to get himself involved with such...behind closed doors activities."

"How are you and Zechs?" Trowa suddenly asked, curious about his best friend's actives with his boyfriend. He had been surprised when he found out Quatre and Zechs had started going out but it had been a nice surprise. Quatre needed someone and they both knew that Trowa *wasn't* that someone Quatre needed. They had both settled on the fact that they would never become lovers. It just didn't work out like that for them. Trowa wasn't attracted to Quatre that way and Quatre just didn't see Trowa in that kind of light. Although, there had been many times they were mistaken for lovers when they were only very good friends.

Before Quatre could say anything there was a loud crash near the couches off to the side of the living room and Chinese curses filled the air. Both friends looked over to the couch where Wufei had Duo pinned underneath him. The Chinese boy had his hands wrapped around Duo's neck, strangling him. A potted plant lay not so far away shattered with the plant and dirt everywhere.

"Aaah!!" Duo gasped and choked while trying to get Wufei off. "Help meeeee!!"

"Duo? Wufei let go!" Quatre ran over to the two and tried to pry Wufei off Duo.

"Wufei, it's best if you don't kill him," Trowa advised as he grabbed the Chinese boy's small waist and bodily pulled him off Duo. The Chinese boy refused to let go for a moment but Trowa tickled him underneath the arms so he *had* to let go and ended up falling against Trowa.

"I have to kill him! He lost!" Wufei exclaimed as he tried to reach for Duo again but Trowa held him back and leaned close to his ear. "You mean you wouldn't like to be my slave?" the Latin youth asked suggestively, his warm breath washing over the back of Wufei's neck, tickling him.

Wufei suddenly shivered and turned around to look Trowa in the face. <Oh no...> He struggled against Trowa's hold. "Ah, Trowa, let me go! I don't want to be your slave!"

"But I won you fair and square. You agreed to it, Wufei, so be honorable and honor the bet. It's only just," Trowa whispered while his hands slowly caressed Wufei's bare arms. The boy wore only a white tank top; different from the navy blue he used to wear during the war. He still had the same silk pants except they were red and the black slippers with the white silk socks. It seemed like Wufei never did change much. He didn't even grow much since they had last seen each other. He was still incredibly petite compared to everyone else and fragile looking. The only difference was this time he now left his hair down instead of having it pulled back in its usual severe ponytail.

"Just? This isn't justice," Wufei said hoarsely. He struggled again before finally giving up and allowing Trowa to hold him. He watched as Quatre helped Duo sit up, trying to get the braided American to breathe again.

"Jeez, Wu, try and kill me! Don't worry, what's the worse Trowa could do to you?" Duo demanded while rubbing his slightly red neck.

Wufei did not believe that question deemed a worthy answer. He merely sniffed and turned to grab his book and slid his headphones back on.

It was right then the front door swung open and Heero appeared with the food. He looked around at the mess and the flushed look on everyone's face except for Trowa who remained as serene as ever. He raised an eyebrow at his harassed looking boyfriend who was still rubbing his abused neck and glaring at Wufei's straight back.

"Did I miss something?"

~*~

'Remember, Wufei, come over to my apartment tomorrow at eight o'clock sharp. It's a Sunday so don't make an excuse of having to be at work. I'll be waiting for you,' were Trowa Barton's parting words as the get-together broke up around one o'clock in the morning with Duo in a drunken slumber, Heero cleaning up the mess and Quatre calling for his limo. Trowa had helped Heero clean up a bit before getting into his Porsche and driving off in the direction of his home.

Wufei growled softly at the remembrance of the words as he gripped the gas harder, causing the bike to shoot forward and exceeding the legal driving speed. He had gotten another motorcycle since the one he had had during the war had been totaled in a mission. He liked his knew bike though. It was black and shiny and had plenty of speed and power in it. But he did miss his old bike somewhat.

But getting back to the reason why he was so annoyed.

He couldn't believe Maxwell had lost with that lousy hand. <He said he would win! Said he had the best hand ever! The damned man! What has he gotten me into now?> Wufei thought mournfully. If he had to admit it to himself, he was a bit nervous about everything. He didn't like being a slave and being *Trowa's* slave was too much! There had been too much suggestion when the Latin boy had touched him. Waaay too much!! <Agh, what am I going to do? If I get lucky, I might just have to clean his apartment or serve him breakfast or something. Oh damnit, and I can only be released as a slave when *Trowa* decides to let me go. Maxwell, what have you gotten me into??>

Sure, he was attracted to Trowa, but he just never thought it would go beyond that. People were attracted to people, it didn't mean they had to act on it. Did they? Wufei groaned. He had no idea. He had never been good with people to begin with. Never! Yes, he had been raised in a good family with many friends and family, but it didn't mean it wiped away his natural reaction to want to be left alone. He had always been the loner among his friends' back on the colony that existed no longer. Just because you had friends didn't mean you weren't alone. There had been many times when he had skipped out on going somewhere just to be left alone. He was alone by nature. He just didn't know people and people didn't know him. It had always been like that.

"What am I going to do?" he murmured to himself, his words lost into the wind as he continued to drive at a reckless speed. All he wanted to do was get back to his home in the more Asian part of the neighborhood and just go to bed. Maybe in the morning everything would be better. But then the morning meant going over to Trowa's place and being his slave. Wufei groaned again and continued to drive, praying to whomever was listening that he be spared from any humiliation.

~*~

The next morning, Trowa woke up early and took a long hot shower to work out the kinks in his body. He had stayed up late last night trying to figure out just what he wanted Wufei to do. His own apartment was spotless and he wasn't going to mess everything up just so Wufei could clean it. Could he? No, he threw aside the idea. It was better if he found something else Wufei could do for him.

By the time his shower was finished, Trowa already had an idea of what Wufei could do. Something he himself dreaded: cleaning out the lions' cages and feeding them. Ah, there *was* a god in this world. He hated cleaning out the lions' cages. Feeding them wasn't bad, he liked being around them. But cleaning up after them was always a smelly and disgusting job. Now he finally had someone to do it for him!

<Perfect,> he thought in satisfaction as he pulled on a cool, loose white shirt with only the first few buttons buttoned. He left the rest loose, revealing his smooth, pale taut stomach. He pulled on a pair of comfortable black jeans that fitted his body like a glove and ran a comb through his dark auburn colored hair. He didn't put any gel into it today so it fell naturally into his eyes, soft and loose. He smiled at his reflection. He looked good and he knew it.

He pulled on his socks and walked out into the living room of his apartment and grabbed the black working boots he had thrown into a corner. He pulled them on and tied a neat knot before going into the kitchen and fixing himself something to eat. He was about to pop two slices of bread into the toaster when the doorbell rang. He looked up at the clock hanging in his small kitchen and smiled when he saw that it was exactly eight o'clock. Amazing; Wufei was exactly on time.

Dusting his hands free of the breadcrumbs, Trowa walked over to the door and pulled it open. Wufei stood there, his hair loose, dressed in a tight white tank top with a light green plaid shirt over it and a pair of dark blue jeans with battered sneakers. He looked so normal Trowa was taken back for a moment. There was not a single trace of the usual Chinese garb Wufei usually had on at all. He looked...normal. No traditional stuff. It was amazing and Trowa totally appreciated the view of the Chinese man's small body through the tight tank top he had donned.

"Right on time," the Latin boy remarked as he stepped aside and allowed Wufei to walk inside.

"Yeah, well, you said eight o'clock sharp so here I am," Wufei murmured as he looked around. He had only been in Trowa's apartment twice. The first time to help the Latin boy move in and the second time when Trowa had invited them over for a small get-together. It seemed like everyone was giving get-togethers lately.

"Do you want some breakfast?" Trowa asked conversationally as he walked into the small kitchen and began to prepare his toast.

"Ah, no thank you. I don't like to eat in the morning," Wufei said, shaking his head.

"Breakfast is the most important meal of the day," Trowa almost sang.

"I still don't like to eat in the morning."

Trowa shrugged. "Suit yourself."

"So, what am I supposed to do now that I'm your slave?" Wufei asked curiously. He was really nervous about it all and he just hoped he didn't have to do anything stupid and embarrassing.

"Hmm?" Trowa looked up from the toast he was spreading butter on.

"What am I supposed to do?" Wufei asked again.

"Oh. Ah, well, we're going to go down to the circus grounds and you're going to clean up the lions' cages," Trowa replied casually. He didn't travel with the circus anymore but he still dropped by every time they were in town to help out and sometimes perform when they needed any extra person. Now, instead, he worked with Wufei at the Preventers' office.

"What--? Why?" Wufei demanded, suddenly picturing the dirty, crap filled cages at the circus. He shuddered. He didn't want to clean that up...It was nasty!

"You have to. I am your master." Trowa placed the toast down and walked over to Wufei, backing the boy into a wall. He placed his arms on both sides of Wufei's head and leaned in so close they were only centimeters away from kissing each other. He whispered, "I am your master and you're my slave. You're supposed to obey."

Wufei would have nodded except he couldn't. If he moved even the slightest he would brush up against Trowa, something he didn't want to do because he feared what would happen if he did. Would Trowa kiss him? Touch him? He didn't know.

Trowa reached out, mesmerized, and tangled his long pale fingers in Wufei's dark locks of hair. The silky substance slipped through his fingers and he watched as Wufei's eyes slid closed slightly, half-lidded as *he* watched Trowa play with his hair.

Then, quite suddenly, Trowa released Wufei and stepped back. "Come on, let's go."

"Aren't you going to eat your breakfast?" Wufei asked dumbly.

"No. I think I'll skip it today." Trowa grabbed his keys and walked out of the apartment. Wufei stood there for a moment before following him.

~*~

At the circus grounds...

"And I have to clean this up?" Wufei asked as he stared at the large cages where the huge cats lounged, staring at him with lazy golden eyes. He already felt like fresh meat for these things.

"Yes," Trowa said, nodding.

"But I can't!" Wufei protested.

"Why not?"

"They'll eat me!"

Trowa laughed and lightly slipped an arm around Wufei's slim waist. He pulled the Chinese boy forward, towards one of his favorite lions.

"Trowa, what are you doing?" Wufei demanded nervously as he felt the heat of Trowa's hand through the cloth against his skin.

"You're going to meet Rose," Trowa murmured into Wufei's delicate, shell-like ear. "She's really nice and she won't bite you as long as you don't show fear."

"How can I not show fear?" Wufei demanded tightly.

"Just know that the lion won't hurt you and that I'm here to make sure you're okay," Trowa whispered, his lips brushing against Wufei's cheek.

Wufei nodded mutely and tried to ignore the molten heat running through his veins at Trowa's small yet very suggestive touches. He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself as he allowed Trowa to lead him closet to the lion's cage.

"Here, reach out and pet her," Trowa said, grabbing one of Wufei's hands and motioning towards the cage.

"Are you serious?" Wufei demanded sharply.

"Very. Come on, do it. You're my slave and I command you to," Trowa said in a low, firm voice.

Wufei took a deep breath, cursed Maxwell, and did as he was told. Soon he was gently petting Rose and listening to Trowa's instructions on how to clean the cages and how to feed the lions.

"When you're done, just come to my trailer and I'll give something else to do," Trowa said before he left.

Wufei was then left with his task. He sighed and got started.

~*~

Wufei had been given several other tasks after he finished cleaning the lions' cages. Trowa sent him all over the place around the circus grounds. And while he worked the damn Latin boy sat back and chatted with his friends from the circus. The whole time Wufei worked he cursed Maxwell, then cursed Trowa for accepting the offer. He couldn't believe he had gotten himself into this mess. It was horrible!

What was even worse was all of Trowa's flirtation. It had been impossible to get his work done as the Latin boy watched him or made small comments that had his blood hot and rushing through his body. If he hadn't managed to keep his head through it all, he would have happily allowed Trowa to take him out in the open. He shivered slightly at the thought. He just wished Trowa would stop giving him those looks that told him clearly what the boy wanted to do with him when they were alone. It sure took his idea of attraction to another level. This was most certainly *more* than just attraction.

Sighing heavily, he wiped away a light sheen of sweat and finished cleaning all the make-up brushes and rags. They were so greasy from all the make-up and usage. Did they ever clean them before he came along? He wondered.

"Are you all done?" Trowa asked as he ambled over and watched Wufei work.

"Yes. Is there anything else, master?" Wufei asked, giving Trowa a dark look.

"Hmm...No. Are you hungry?" Trowa asked.

"No. Just tired and sweaty. Ack. Is there some place where I can get cleaned up?" Wufei asked.

"Yeah, my trailer," Trowa said, nodding. "Follow me."

~*~

Wufei got out of the shower, wrapped in a towel. He quickly dried his body and hair before pulling on his clothing. He ran his fingers through his damp hair and sighed heavily before turning to pull open the door. He stepped out and bit back a yelp of surprise.

Trowa was sitting on the small bed off to one side of the small trailer, playing with a piece of black material. He was also dressed in nothing put a hair of loose pants that were practically falling off his hips.

"Ah...Trowa..." Wufei began nervously.

"Come here, Wufei," Trowa murmured.

Wufei could do nothing but obey. He walked forward until he was only a foot away from Trowa. The Latin boy looked up at Wufei and reached up to wrap the black cloth around the Chinese boy's neck and pull him down until they were face to face. Wufei's breathing became heavy as he stared at Trowa in wonder as the boy leaned closer and closer...

"Aah!" Wufei gasped as he was suddenly thrown on to the bed with Trowa on top of him. He lay there, breathing harshly as Trowa straddled his hips with an evil smile on his elegant face. He pulled the black cloth away from around Wufei's neck, still smiling at him. Wufei's heart pounded in his chest, as he knew exactly what Trowa wanted with him. It was pretty obvious after all the times Trowa had leaned in so close almost kissing him yet didn't. Then there had been all the times Trowa brushed back his hair, touched his arm or brushed up against his hip. And all the suggestive comments!! It was too much to not lead to this.

And Wufei didn't mind the slightest. He wanted this. He wanted Trowa on top of him, against him, inside of him.

"Do you know how much I want you?" Trowa asked huskily as he grabbed Wufei's small wrists and tied them together with the black dragon sash he had been playing with. He pulled Wufei's arms over his head and then tied them to he small metal headboard of the small bed. Wufei squirmed and gave up trying to escape the bonds. Besides, it was kind of nice to surrender to someone like this.

"I don't know...are you willing to show me?" Wufei murmured, his voice low and throaty.

Trowa smiled, his green eyes shining in the slightly dimmed room. He leaned in close, his lips brushing against Wufei's. "I want you *very* badly. I want you underneath me, screaming as I make love to you. Do you like that?"

Wufei gasped and nodded. "Yes..."

"Good." Trowa smiled and started to slowly unbutton the shirt he had lent Wufei. He tugged it off and began to play with Wufei's zipper.

"Trowa..." Wufei squirmed and tried to tug his arms down from the headboard but they were held tight by his own sash, a token that now belonged to Trowa as he belonged to the Latin boy.

Trowa cocked his head to the side a bit and slowly began to unzip Wufei's pants. Wufei gasped and moaned softly as he felt himself being taken out of the pants so he was left only in his boxers.

"Hmm...so you're a boxers kind of guy," Trowa remarked as he leaned over and began to plant small, moist kisses on Wufei's chest.

"Yes...they're more comfortable," Wufei panted. He moaned and parted his legs until Trowa was comfortably seated between them. A slight pressure on his groin caused him to cry out and moan happily.

Trowa reached out and began to caress Wufei's sides as he continued to kiss the Chinese boy's chest almost in worship. He then finally leaned up and captured Wufei's parted lips for a deep, sweet kiss. Wufei's mouth opened to him and Trowa deepened the kiss even further. All the while his hands continued to caress Wufei downwards until the boy's boxers were sliding off his slim hips. Wufei trembled and sighed softly as he felt the warm cloth being pulled off his legs, baring him to the cool air and mattress of the bed he was pressed into. He was completely naked underneath Trowa while the other boy was still dressed. There was something very unjust about that.

Wufei wanted to reach out and pull of Trowa's pants but his arms were stilled tied to the headboard and he could do nothing about it.

"Let me go, Trowa," Wufei panted against the other boy's lips. "Let me touch you, please."

"Please what?" Trowa murmured as he looked into Wufei's dark eyes with his own intense emerald ones.

Wufei swallowed, feeling the heat between his legs flare and he *knew* Trowa felt it as well. "Please...master," Wufei whispered almost inaudibly.

"Mmm...all mine," Trowa murmured as he reached up and quickly untied Wufei. The Chinese boy's arms fell away and he immediately reached out to grab Trowa's face for another kiss. Then he reached down and began to tug on the pants. They slipped off easily and Wufei found out, to his utmost amazement, that Trowa didn't wear any underwear.

Trowa chuckled at Wufei's awed expression. He nuzzled the Chinese boy's smooth, silky cheek. "Like what you see?"

"Dear gods...yes!" Wufei laughed as well, a bit breathlessly, as he reached out and ran his fingers through Trowa's loose hair. "Hmm...this is the first time I've seen it without gel."

"Do you like it?"

"Very much," Wufei said, nodding.

Trowa ran his fingers through Wufei's hair. "I like this. So smooth, silky...and it smells so nice." He buried his face in Wufei's hair and breathed in deeply. He could smell his own shampoo in the silky strands. He smiled and closed his eyes. His hands wandered down and began to caress Wufei gently, down the sides, to his hips. He touched Wufei lightly, teasingly, listening to the gasps and moans as he slowly caused Wufei to become even harder. He pulled his face out of Wufei's hair and smiled down at the flushed face. He leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to the red lips.

Wufei had never felt so cherished before as he allowed Trowa free reign over his body. He was all Trowa's, just like the sash that was lying limply at his side. Trowa *had* won him fair and square, and he was more than happy to be possessed by the Latin boy.

He leaned up and began to press small kisses of his own against Trowa's pale chest. His small hands resting lightly on the Latin boy's hips. He closed his eyes and sighed softly as he tasted the smooth, silky skin beneath his lips and tongue. He could feel Trowa's breath become faster and the boy's arousal was beginning to be pretty evident against Wufei's thighs. Wufei trembled and looked up to meet emerald green eyes so dark from passion, lust and need, they almost matched Wufei's own black eyes.

"Trowa..."

Trowa nodded and reached underneath the pillow and pulled out a small jar of cream. Wufei looked a bit surprised.

"You knew...," he began.

"I've wanted you for a very long time. I guess I always hoped to bring you here and make love to you," Trowa whispered as he uncapped the small jar and began to spread a generous amount of creame on his fingers.

Wufei blushed and he closed his eyes for a moment. Trowa had wanted this for a while. How nice was that?

His eyes flew open, however, when he felt Trowa's long finger pressed against his entrance. He panted softly and threw back his head as he told himself to relax. It wasn't going to hurt. Or at least he hoped it wouldn't hurt. He had heard that it was a bit painful the first time.

"Are you a virgin, Wufei?" Trowa suddenly asked.

"Ah...yes..." Wufei flushed. "Is that a problem?"

Trowa smiled gently and shook his head. He leaned over and kissed Wufei again. "No. It just means this is all the more special and precious to me."

Wufei smiled and nodded as he wrapped his arms around Trowa's neck and kissed him back, deeply. He was so distracted by the kiss he didn't feel the finger push in all the way until it touched something inside of him. He gasped sharply, taking in all the air into his lungs in his surprise. He trembled as he clung to Trowa while the intense feeling of pleasure washed through him.

"Did that hurt?" Trowa asked softly as he stopped to look Wufei in the eye.

"No...no...it was...oh gods," Wufei groaned as Trowa pushed the finger against that one sweet spot inside of him.

Trowa nodded and smiled as he pulled his finger out. He pulled Wufei into a sitting position and arranged the Chinese boy's golden legs around his waist comfortably. Then he proceeded to stretch Wufei for what was to come.

Wufei gasped as he continued to cling to Trowa as the other boy stretched his virgin entrance. He closed his eyes and rested his head against Trowa's shoulder. He sighed shakily and moaned as the many fingers inside of him pushed deeply, triggering another wave of pleasure that had him crying out softly.

Then the fingers were gone and Wufei could feel Trowa's burning member pressed against him.

"Are you ready?" Trowa asked softly as he kissed Wufei gently.

"Yes...please, Trowa, before I die from this feeling," Wufei groaned.

Trowa nodded and bent his head to kiss Wufei's neck reverently before snapping his hips upward and impaling Wufei on his cock. His cock sunk into the tight hole and he couldn't help but cry out as he felt himself being naturally pulled inside.

Wufei cried out and clung to Trowa as he felt the large length slide into him, filling him to the very brink. He moaned as he came down on Trowa's erection, causing it to go in deeper. He gasped shortly, trying to catch his breath as he tensed around Trowa's erection. Little shocks of pain caused him to whimper while he tried to adjust to the strange feeling of having Trowa's cock buried so deeply inside of his body. He felt himself being lowered back down onto the mattress and the pressure inside of him was relieved somewhat. He was still gasping and fighting back the tears that stung his eyes.

"Sssh...it'll get better," Trowa promised as he showered little kisses all over Wufei's damp face while his hands cupped Wufei's bottom. He was trying desperately not to thrust into Wufei's hot sheath but it was a losing battle. Wufei was so tight...so hot...Trowa could feel his cock throb with want of friction and release.

Wufei melted at Trowa's warm touch yet he still couldn't ignore the feeling of Trowa's large member inside of him. It was right there, fit snugly inside of his tight tunnel. It didn't hurt so much anymore and he trusted himself to handle any kind of pain. He cared for Trowa and he wanted to please Trowa, even if he did mean he had to deal with a bit of pain.

"I'm okay," Wufei whispered shakily.

"Are you sure?" Trowa asked softly, still kissing Wufei's face in hopes of easing his discomfort.

"Yes," Wufei sighed, smiling at Trowa.

Trowa nodded and began to slowly thrust into Wufei. Wufei cried out, his thighs trembling as he tightened around Trowa. Trowa stopped and watched Wufei's expression. The Chinese boy nodded and he began to move again.

Wufei thought it wouldn't get better until Trowa started hitting that one sweet spot the fingers had found before. The pain was abruptly ripped away and he was left drowning in the wonderful sensations of intense pleasure. Wufei gasped and cried out as Trowa slid into him again, touching that spot. Wufei tightened his legs around Trowa's waist, housing the Latin boy between his legs and inside of his body. Trowa groaned and thrusted with more force.

Soon, Wufei needed more.

"Harder, Trowa, please. Don't be afraid," he gasped as he clung to Trowa's shoulders. "I want more!"

Trowa nodded and started thrusting harder and faster into Wufei's tight body. He groaned, loving every moment of it. He reveled in the feeling of the tight, hot tunnel wrapped so snugly around his hard erection. He pushed harder until he was buried to the hilt. Wufei cried out, throwing back his head and arching against Trowa, attempting to bring him deeper. Trowa gasped and shoved Wufei's bottom harder against his pelvis, driving in deeper.

Wufei screamed as he felt himself being shoved oh so tightly against Trowa, taking him in so deep that they couldn't go any further. He felt himself being grounded into the mattress as Trowa thrusted harder and harder. He cried out and parted his legs even further, wanting more of Trowa against him, inside of him. It felt so wonderful! So perfect as Trowa continued to drive into him, throwing him into a sea of pleasure over and over again. His lover slammed into the perfect spot over and over again.

Finally, Wufei couldn't take it anymore. With a silent scream, he came. He couldn't make a single sound as he felt himself come, the orgasm so intense it robbed him of thought, of sound, of breath.

Trowa closed his eyes and gasped as it felt Wufei spasm around him. He thrusted forward once more, burying himself deep in the sweet heat of Wufei's sheath, and came hard. His cock pumping his seed into Wufei's body.

Wufei uttered a low sound deep from his throat as he felt Trowa's hot seed fill his body. He moaned and his body continued to milk Trowa of all his essence until there was none left. Trowa jerked inside of him once more before fall on top of him.

Closing his eyes, Wufei breathed heavily as he held Trowa against him. His arms around Trowa's strong shoulders while his legs continued to welcome Trowa, cradling him against his body. The Latin boy was still buried so deep inside of him.

"That was...amazing," Trowa finally managed to whisper after a long time. He had never experienced such an intense orgasm before. It was beyond anything he could have ever dreamed of. He reached down and pulled up the thin blanket and draped it over their sweaty bodies.

"Yes, it was," Wufei agreed, feeling warm and content, satiated.

Trowa looked up and kissed Wufei deeply. Wufei smiled and returned the kiss. Then they both closed their eyes and fell asleep in each other's arms.

~*~

"Here, I think this belongs to you," Trowa said as he picked up the black sash off the bed and handed it over to Wufei. They were both dressed and heading back to Trowa's apartment.

Wufei reached out to take the sash but then smiled and shook his head. "It's yours."

Trowa looked at Wufei for a moment before smiling slightly as well. He walked over to his new lover and pulled him into his arms. He kissed Wufei deeply while wrapping the sash around his lover's petite waist. He pulled away and pressed his cheek to Wufei's.

"I already have you. I don't need a sash to prove that," he whispered.

Wufei smiled happily and wrapped his arms around Trowa's waist, understanding his words. He wasn't going to belong to Trowa as a slave; he was going to belong to Trowa as a lover. He closed his eyes and sighed contently. Maybe having Maxwell lose wasn't such a bad thing after all.

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And that's the end! I hope I did okay...

Started and Finished: May 26, 2001