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Master Wufei's Secret - Not a rock, I'm just Ruth
All Me, no apologies
Master Wufei's Secret
Title: Master Wufei’s secret
Author: Ruth
Pairing: 3X4X5 (and assorted equations therefrom)
Warnings: m/m/m - dominance/submission - voyeurism - I’m not sure what else
Archive: Gundanium Line
Feedback: Anglofans@aol.com
Disclaimers: Gundam Wing and its characters are owned by the corporation Sotsu/Sunrise, Bandai and others and are being used for entertainment purposes only. You honestly think anyone would pay me for this?
Symbols: /=italics
Summary: The other masters can’t imagine how Master Wufei manages his two pets - if they only knew. . .

Bast and Anne encouraged this.

"No," whispered Master Wufei to his Golden Treasure. "No, not a sound. You can't make a sound, Quatre."

The blond man lowered his head to his chest, worrying his lower lip between his teeth. Wufei stroked the bruised lip with a gentle thumb.

"Gently, Trowa," Wufei said softly to his Triumph. The other denizens of the Dungeon swore the proud mercenary would never submit to Wufei, but Wufei's secret had brought the taller brunette to heel. His Triumph and his Treasure were on the stage of the Dungeon. The members had demanded a display.

Wufei preferred to keep his games private, but the group ruled the island and it was easier to comply than go through the fuss of defiance. He had simply brought out a wooden stool and his naked pets. Trowa was penetrating Quatre with a calm thoroughness that would normally have the blond yelping with emotion, but Wufei, using only his voice, was keeping him silent. It was a beautiful tableau of straining flesh and dripping sweat.

The other masters were glaring with envy. Fools. The answer was so easy and they could not see it.

"Don't touch him," Wufei continued. "No, he doesn't come, not yet, but you, you may enjoy yourself."

Trowa gave a tiny nod. He braced his hands on Quatre's hips and increased his rhythm. After a few strokes, he tilted his head back and his nostrils flared. That and a tiny shiver was the only indication he had climaxed. The other masters applauded.

Wufei calmly produced a towel. "Go shower and wait for me in the car. You have done well. Satisfy Quatre, will you, Trowa?" His Triumph snorted, as if Wufei had to ask.

They left quickly. Quatre gave him a glance over his shoulder. Wufei smiled.

"If we are finished, I need to give my pets their well-earned reward," he said to the masters.

"How do you do it?" wondered one aloud.

Wufei just smiled.


"My Treasure, My Triumph," he kissed them both in the quiet of the play room. "You've done so well."

Quatre scowled and ducked his head.

"What are you angry about? Didn't Trowa please you enough in the car? *Tsk* We must take care of that."

Wufei calmly stripped off. "Now, come and claim your reward."

Quatre pulled down the soft leather cuffs. Trowa gently slid the blindfold over his eyes. The gag was buckled on. This was his secret - he could only claim their submission because he was willing to give himself to them without reservation.

He waited. Lack of sight raised his awareness of his other senses. He heard only a wordless murmur. What were they planning? He shivered.

Scent came first; cool, delicate, floral. . . a rose. The soft caress of the petals traced down his neck. A pair of lips followed - and then a flash of pain from sharp teeth. Trowa's teeth. The rose petals traced his collarbone and the nipping teeth followed. He moaned.

Oh, but they wouldn't hurry. . . no, they were taking their time. Quatre even lightly pricked the tender part of his thigh with the thorns. Wufei moaned again. His erection was painful. He felt a drop rising at the tip. A warm tongue lapped it away.

He felt something cool and wet circle his anus. He was penetrated by a slender finger and he arched against the pressure. It was withdrawn and the wicked tongue began to lap at his penis.

He was whimpering, pleading. He heard soft chuckling. Quatre was enjoying it.

"Enough," breathed Trowa. Wufei moaned again. Trowa's rough chin scraped his shoulder as he drew his hips back.

He was penetrated, before it fully registered, Quatre's mouth was taking him. The double sensations built and poured into him. His mind went blank and a keening wail escaped around the gag.


He came back to himself in the silken cocoon of his bed. Quatre was curled on his right and Trowa sprawled on his left. He slipped an arm around them both and smiled.

His Triumph. . . His Treasure . . . and he was theirs.



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darthanne From: darthanne Date: August 19th, 2006 07:18 am (UTC) (Link)
I really like this. I think the last line sums up perfectly. It's not a master/slave thing but an equal partnership in which they are each others.

Thank you for the privilidge of reading :)
okaasan59 From: okaasan59 Date: August 19th, 2006 01:52 pm (UTC) (Link)
Nice! Here's to straying from the usual once in a while!
yanagi_wa From: yanagi_wa Date: August 19th, 2006 11:40 pm (UTC) (Link)
*rubs icecube on forehead* Wow. That was excellent. Very unexpected, but I love it.
haraamis From: haraamis Date: August 20th, 2006 07:39 am (UTC) (Link)
*laughs* No, certainly not your usual story, but nonetheless wonderful.

I love how it's split into two parts to show both sides of the relationship.

Well done! ^_^
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