Breaking the chain
by Wren
Disclaimer : Gundam Wing isn't mine.
A/N : Treize/Wufei
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His body was on fire.
With every breath he took, he could hear the pounding of his heart, the rushing of the blood through his veins.
He was transformed to a living flame, balancing on the edge between pleasure and pain.
If only I could ...
His hand reached down, trying to reach the center of his needs.
Another hand pinned it down again, denying him.
"No, Dragon, I don't think so." A purring voice.
The sound of it sent shivers down his spine.
Unwillingly he let out a mewling sound.
No! I wil not show weakness in front of ...
A soft tinkling laugh.
He is mocking me ...
"Ask me. That's all I want from you. Ask and you will receive."
NononononoNO!
He wondered how much more he could take, how much further he could slide down the abyss into the fire, before his heart would explode, before his mind would simply shut down.
"Wufei ... "
A warning tone, implying loss of patience.
But no loss of control.
"... don't ... "
I hate him!
"... make me ... "
I love him!
"... wait."
Hands touched his body, slowly drawing circles on his back, his chest, cooling him down for only a few moments. In the end they left him worse off than before.
Please ...
"Say it." A hiss. "Beg me."
Hatehimlovehim.
"Please."
The voice speaking seemed not his own. Yet he knew it was.
Surrender.
He loathed himself for being so weak.
His thoughts went dark, those few moments before his mind was tossed to the raging winds.
Release.
Freedom.
Ecstasy.
A white, blazing light and then ...
Darkness.
Sleep.
Rest.
A soft hand, still cool, gently brushing bangs out of his face.
He sighed.
Another defeat.
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As he opened his eyes again, it was still dark.
He quickly gathered his clothes, dressing while his eyes sought his katana.
Finding it, he took it, careful not to bring his dirty hands in contact with the sacred blade.
Unworthy. I am unworthy of this weapon.
But so is he.
I can't leave it here.
Not having anything to keep him here anymore, he quickly vanished into the night, becoming one with the shadows once again.
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Treize sighed as he stared after the chinese pilot.
"What are you trying to do, Treize?" A sharp voice.
Only one person dared to speak to him like that.
"Milliardo." he acknowledged the other man.
"You can't keep him by simple sex. Love doesn't work that way."
"Love?" He sounded amused. "You think I am in love with him?"
"I know you are. I'm not blind. Are you?" Anger. Accusation.
"You see too much in this thing between him and me, Milliardo."
An impatient shake of the head. "Why won't you face the truth?"
A shrug. A silent answer.
"I only hope you'll discover it for yourself one day, before it's too late." Frustration. Sympathy.
"Good night, Milliardo."
"Good night, Treize."
~Owari?~
A/N : *runs away screaming*
