Gone Wrong

Duo awoke with a start, his limbs tangled in sweat-soaked sheets, his heart racing, after yet another dream about the object of his obsession. He lay back on the pillow, still trying to get his breathing under control. As his breath stilled, he pushed his damp bangs out of his eyes and smiled. Now was the time for action.

"Wu-man, you may not know it yet, but you're mine."

Wufei sat at the kitchen table, his nose buried in a book, his coffee slowly cooling beside him. Quatre puttered happily at the stove, preparing an omelette. The smell of cooking eggs and spices filled the air.

It was barely dawn, Wufei's favourite time of the day. The only one crazy enough to be up at that hour was Quatre, and he was pleasant - quiet - company. As such, the Chinese pilot was stunned to hear a contented musical whistling herald the entrance of a certain braided pilot who usually wasn't up before noon if he could help it.

"Ohayo!" Duo carolled gaily, immediately going to the pantry for a box of cereal. Wufei glared at him, his peace shattered.

"What the hell are you doing up?"

"Aren't I allowed to be up at the crack of dawn like the rest of you crazy cats?" Duo asked, emerging from the pantry. Wufei couldn't say what immediately sprang to mind, so he only grunted and went back to his reading.

As a result, he missed the soft plopping sound as Duo casually launched something into his coffee from across the room. Quatre looked around at the sound, but didn't see anything amiss, so went back to his cooking.

"You should drink your coffee before it gets cold, Wu-man," Duo advised the attempting-to-remain-oblivious pilot.

"Stop calling me that, Maxwell," Wufei returned, then took a sip of coffee. It was still too hot, so he set it back down on the kitchen table.

"I'll stop calling you that when you stop calling me 'Maxwell', Wu-man," replied Duo.

Wufei glowered at him over the top of his book. "All right, stop calling me that, *Duo*."

"That's better. Now drink your coffee, Wu-man." Duo grinned unrepentantly and slopped some milk over his cereal, then went at it like a starving man.

Wufei sighed and took a large gulp of his coffee. So much for that, now he was going to be in a bad mood for the rest of the day. :Hm,: he thought. :Maybe today would be a good day to work off some frustration.:

He finished off his coffee and stood abruptly, closing his book. "I'm going out, I'll see you all later."

He turned and headed upstairs without waiting for an acknowledgement, completely missing the look of dismay and horror on Duo's face.

Wufei dashed across the open lawn and leapt to catch the bottom of the trellis climbing up the side of the massive mansion. An analysis of the building's defences had shown a pathetic level of security, nothing in comparison to the determination of a warrior fighting for justice.

Of course, he knew the hardest part would not come from any guards or electronic security devices.

He reached the second-floor balcony and swung himself over the railing, landing with catlike ease. Seconds later, he had picked the lock, and let himself inside.

Treize's bedroom was exactly has he had expected - opulent, sinful, and very, very large. Unfortunately, but not surprisingly, the General was nowhere in sight. :Very well, I'll just wait here for him. He has to return *sometime* and I'll be waiting to challenge him when he does.:

To pass the time, he dropped his sword on the desk, and began doing katas, warming up his muscles for the fight.

Treize strolled upstairs, ready for a long bath after breakfast. :Ahh,: he sighed, a smile on his face. :I should enjoy the odd day off more often.:

He grasped the knob on his bedroom door, turned, pulled, and stopped short.

The asian man in his bedroom had his back to the door, and was engaged in a fluid series of motions that resembled a dance more than a pattern of fighting moves. He moved quickly and fluidly across the room, halted at the far wall, then performed a roundhouse kick that turned him around. At that moment, both men froze, staring at each other.

In a sudden move, Wufei leapt towards the desk in the corner, grabbing his sword and pointing it at the still-stunned General. "I'm here to challenge you again, General! Fight me!" cried the boy.

Treize shook his head and came into the room, closing the door behind him. "I apologize, Chang Wufei," he said. "You caught me unawares. You are fortunate that today is my day off, otherwise you would have had to wait a long while, however I was about to have my morning bath-"

Treize cut himself off as his words seemed to have a curious effect on the other man. Wufei blushed deeply and seemed to sway a bit before recovering his poise. He shook off the spell and glared fiercely. "You won't need your bath after I kill you! Now accept my challenge!"

"Of course. Just give me a moment to locate my sword," Treize replied. :It appears he is determined to try to kill me on my day off. How unfortunate.:

He crossed the room, headed for the closet. Before he was halfway there, a soft cry made him turn just in time to watch Wufei drop his sword and fall to his knees. Acting on instinct, the General practically leapt across the room and knelt at the boy's side, supporting him as he slumped.

The Chinese pilot was flushed and fevered, barely conscious, but he still tried to struggle out of the General's grasp.

"What... doing? Let...go..." he whispered, slipping in and out of consciousness.

"Relax, dragon," Treize said softly. "I'm not going to hurt you, just rest a moment. You are clearly ill." But the pilot couldn't hear him.

Treize lifted the pilot in his arms and laid him gently on his bed. He shifted and muttered, the General's name on his lips. Treize watched him for a few moment, unsure what to do. :I suppose I'll wait to see if he improves, and take him to the doctors if he does not. I'll have a fine time explaining why we shouldn't keep him, though. Hopefully he'll get better on his own, so I'll be able to let him go.: he thought. :I'd better not leave him alone, however.:

He pulled a chair beside the door and settled into it, prepared to watch over the boy all day, if necessary. :Don't die, dragon. This was just getting interesting.:

Wufei's eyes snapped open as he gasped for air. The dream had been incredibly vivid. He had dreamt that he had gone to Treize's mansion to challenge him and then... a blush rose to his cheeks at the image. :Good god!: he thought in panic. :Do I really think of *Treize* like that? What is wrong with me?:

"Oh! You're awake, thank goodness, dragon," came a voice from the direction of the bathroom.

Wufei whipped his head around and felt the blood drain out of his cheeks again. Treize had just emerged and was towelling his hair dry. He was shirtless, dressed only in loose slacks. His eyes sparkled and his cheeks were slightly flushed from the shower. He continued to speak as he approached the pilot.

"I was beginning to get worried, but you didn't seem to be getting any worse, so I must admit I left your side for a few minutes to have a badly-needed shower. You've been asleep for about an hour."

"An hour?" Wufei echoed, still dazed. "What am I doing here?"

Treize chuckled, sitting down in a chair beside the bed that Wufei didn't remember having been there before he passed out. "I believe you mentioned something about a sword fight, dragon."

As the Chinese pilot gazed at his mortal enemy, he found himself noticing things that he had never noticed in another human being before. The General's skin was still slightly damp and his hair was mussed and wet. Wufei found himself noticing the sheen on his skin from the water, the way droplets of water stood out in his ginger hair like diamonds, the way his pants hung just so-

Wufei shook his head violently, startling the General.

"What's wrong, dragon?"

"I... why do you keep calling me that?"

Treize shrugged, the muscles rippling along his shoulders and making Wufei salivate for some unknown reason. "It suits you. Do you wish me to stop, dragon?"

"No..." Suddenly Wufei found himself saying the first thing that popped into his head, without stopping to examine it first. "It's sexy."

Treize blinked.

Wufei leaned closer, the blankets falling to reveal a loose black tanktop that left his shoulders and most of his torso exposed. "It's damn sexy. Like you, General." Before Treize could reply, he surged forward and captured the older man's lips with his own.

Too stunned to respond, Treize held himself stiffly while Wufei explored his lips with his tongue and mouth, and caressed his back and shoulders with his hands. A few seconds later, however, Wufei felt hands on his own shoulders, pushing him gently away. He broke the kiss with a frustrated sound and looked into Treize's sapphire eyes, who were gazing at him with no small amount of worry and confusion.

"What are you doing, dragon?"

Wufei crinkled his brow, trying to control the uncontrollable urge to tear off all his clothes and ravish the beautiful man. "Um. I'm kissing you," he said.

"That's what it felt like. Why?"

"Because I want to?" Wufei said tentatively. :Yes, I want to sit in your lap and feel your hands all over me and be driven into again and again and...what the hell is wrong with me?:

"Why?" Treize said implacably. "Not that I don't appreciate the compliment, dragon, but you've never shown any hints of this interest before."

Wufei moaned, deep in his throat. Even the sound of the man's voice was driving him crazy. "Don't question it, Treize, just fuck me, please."

"I...I can't do that, dragon."

"Why not?"

"Because it would be rape."

"What?!" Wufei exclaimed. "What are you talking about? I'm practically throwing myself at your feet! How is it rape?" He moaned again, as another wave of uncontrollable lust hit him. "Good God, I can't stand it."

"Dragon, something very weird is going on."

"I...I know, but..."

Wufei felt himself shaking. Sweat dripped off his brow as he struggled with himself. Treize wasn't ready to do it yet, he had to talk him into it, and until he succeeded, he would have to control himself. But it was incredibly hard to do, and getting harder with every second.

"Dragon," Treize said suddenly. Wufei looked up, focusing with difficulty on Treize's face, rather than on any other parts of his delicious body. "I propose a compromise. Let's take a quick bath together, and see how you feel after that. The water may do you some good, but I'll be there with you, all right?"

Wufei regarded him for a moment, then felt a feral grin split his features. Treize looked taken aback, but didn't say anything. "Lead the way, General," the pilot said quietly.

:You wait, General. That bath will be your downfall. I'll be sure to seduce a person like you there.:

As Treize entered his well-lit bathroom and began running the water, he glanced back to see if the Chinese pilot really had followed him.

He had, and had already stripped off his tanktop and was working on his pants as Treize glanced at him. The General felt his body react to the sight of naked, sweat-slicked bronze skin and he quickly turned away, fighting with his own body for control.

:Something very odd is going on here. He is not usually like this. Not that I really know what he's usually like,: he admitted to himself. :I've only ever met him the once, and we didn't exactly have time to get to know one another.:

He stuck his hand into the stream of water to test the temperature and glanced sidelong at his companion. :Could it be that he really *does* want this? Has he somehow been lusting after me, and that is the reason why he returned? Not to fight, but to seduce me?:

He mentally shook his head as he placed the plug in the drain and the bath started to fill with hot water. :No, that's ridiculous. He passed out, and has admitted to me that his own behaviour was unusual. There is definitely something wrong--:

He was torn out of his thoughts as Wufei put his arms around him from behind.

"You're not planning on taking a bath in your clothes, are you, General?" came the deep voice from his shoulder. Treize was kneeling on the floor and Wufei had come to kneel behind him, leaning his head on the older man's shoulder as he ran his hands slowly down his abs to the waistband of his pants. Treize had never imagined that the sharp, angry voice of the boy he had fought could contain such passion.

:Good god, remaining virtuous has never been my strong point, and he's making it so very difficult!:

"I wasn't planning on it, dragon," he replied, relieved that his voice was still calm and even. Wufei undid the button on his slacks and slowly drew down the zipper, his hands brushing lightly against Treize's awakening member.

"I should hope not," Wufei said quietly.

Treize distracted himself from the boy's continuing efforts to strip him by reaching for the bath oils and dumping a handful into the steaming water. The heady scent of roses filled the air.

"Mmmmm," Wufei rumbled. "Roses. That is so like you, Treize."

"Well, they *are* my bath oils, dragon," Treize replied. With difficulty, he extricated himself from the leechlike boy and turned around. Wufei was heavylidded and breathing hard. A flush still painted his cheeks, and he was swollen and erect. "Dragon, I know it may seem strange for me to ask you this," Treize said firmly. "But has anything strange happened to you recently. Is it possible you've been given some sort of drug, or been in contact with something that would cause you to act this way?"

Wufei shook his head. "I don't think so." He got to his feet and tugged sharply on Treize's hand, which had somehow found its way into his. "Let's get in, Treize. I want to see what you look like wet."

He shook his head, but joined Wufei in the large bath. The water was already full enough to slop over the side as they submerged themselves and Treize shut off the tap. His muscles started to relax despite himself and he closed his eyes in contentment, allowing his head to drop back against the side. Wufei seemed content for the moment as the boy curled up beside him, his arms encircling the General's waist.

:Perfect, this is just what the boy needed,: he thought. :If it doesn't work, next I'll try a cold shower. Ice cold. We both need it.:

His contentment was suddenly shattered, however, as Wufei rapidly shifted around so that he was straddling the General's hips. Treize's eyes flew open in time to see Wufei's face meet his and the boy's lips were caressing his in a velvet kiss. Before he had time to react, the kiss had deepened and become more insistent. Wufei opened his mouth and his tongue gently parted Treize's lips. His erection was pressed against Treize's stomach. More importantly, Treize's erection was pressed against the crack of his ass, and Wufei's movements as he kissed him were only serving to send sharp jolts of pleasure through him that were even harder to ignore.

With a supreme act of willpower, Treize pushed Wufei away slightly, breaking the kiss. "Dragon, listen to me. You don't want to do this," he said firmly.

"Why are you stopping me?" Wufei asked, trembling with desire. "We are enemies, so why should my desires matter. Do you not want me?"

:God, dragon, how I want you!: "It's not that I don't want you, dragon. You are beautiful, and you can tell for yourself that I find you desirable. But my honour would not permit me to take you this way."

"Because if I weren't drugged, you think I wouldn't want you."

"That is correct."

Wufei cocked his head, the flame in his ebony eyes still smouldering. "And what if I told you I found you attractive before I was drugged?"

"Then I would have to question whether the drug was causing you to say that."

The boy frowned. A few strands of hair had escaped from his ponytail and he tucked them behind his ear in a swift, irritated motion. "I don't lie," he said darkly.

"I know that, dragon," Treize hastened to reassure him. "But the drug is obviously causing you to feel and do things you would not ordinarily do, do you not agree?"

"Not exactly," Wufei said thoughtfully. "I think if I didn't want to do this anyway, I would be fighting it more." He smiled slightly. "So submit, General." Without waiting for a reply, he plunged his head under the water. Treize threw his head back and bucked his hips as Wufei swallowed his erection to the hilt. The General gasped and thrashed, throwing more water over the side, but was helpless under the onslaught.

:Forgive me, dragon. I see no choice but to allow you to do this, and then clean up the mess later. Forgive me,: he thought as wave after wave of pleasure slammed into him.

Wufei came up for air a few seconds later, his hand wrapped firmly around Treize's member and pumping in earnest. He kissed the General, suckling at his lips. Water streamed from his hair and face and ran down Treize's chest as their tongues warred. Treize put away his doubts and attacked Wufei's nipples with his fingers, bringing them to hardened pebbles. Both men abandoned themselves, moaning each other's names and kissing with increasing insistence.

"Treize," Wufei said harshly, "Take me, onegai. I want to feel you inside me, please."

"God, dragon," Treize said, opening his eyes to meet Wufei's determined onyx orbs. "Have you done this before?"

Wufei shook his head. "But I want it. Please."

Treize's hips bucked again as a thrill of lust went through him at the boy's words. He chuckled, a little harshly. "I suppose there's not much point in arguing with you, stubborn boy. I can only hope you don't hate me for this in the morning."

Wufei kissed him again, and the gentleness of it made Treize raise his eyebrows in surprise. "I won't, Treize. I won't," Wufei said softly.

"Very well, then," Treize replied, just as softly. He took Wufei's hips in his hands. "Relax, dragon. It will hurt at first, but the hot water will help."

The pilot nodded, his eyes wide. Treize manoeuvred him onto his lap again, his member positioned at his opening. When Wufei nodded his readiness, he gently lowered the boy onto him, impaling him slowly. He met with almost no resistance. As he'd expected, the pilot had been more than ready.

When he was buried to the hilt, he waited a few moments for Wufei to adjust, but he was already squirming around impatiently. "Hurry, Treize, move already!" Wufei said.

"That's your job, my dear dragon," Treize said, his breath coming in gasps at the delicious pleasure of the pilot's squirming. "You're on top."

Wufei didn't need another invitation. He lifted up, using his legs and thighs to push, then slammed down, causing both men to shout at the sensation. He leaned forward, kissing Treize and wrapping his arms around his neck, then continued to pump his legs, at a greater and greater pace. The pleasure built in them both, building and building as Treize thrust his hips in time to Wufei's movements.

Finally, it broke and a wave of ecstasy crashed over Treize. He shouted Wufei's name as he emptied himself deeply inside the boy. The sensation of being filled with Treize's seed was too much for Wufei and he also came, his semen spurting out between them and dispersing into the cooling water.

For a long while, the two men lay, the only thing breaking the silence the sound of their slowly calming breathing. Wufei moved off of Treize and lay his head against the General's chest, his arms still wrapped tightly around his waist. A few quiet minutes later, Treize dared to speak.

"Dragon?"

"Mmmm hmmm?" Wufei replied sleepily.

"Are you all right?"

Wufei stretched up and brushed a kiss over Treize's lips. "Yes, I am."

"And the drug, or whatever it was?"

"I think it's gone. I certainly don't feel as though I can't keep my hands off you anymore."

"Ah. But you're all right?"

Wufei looked up and aimed an irritated look at him. "I said I was." He glared at the General for a few seconds for good measure, then returned to his resting position.

"So... now what, dragon?"

Wufei shrugged. "I think I enjoyed that," he said. Then, "no, I *know* I enjoyed that."

"It does not bother you who I am?"

"You are my enemy, yet you did everything humanly possible to convince me not to do this. You tried to protect me, and you didn't even call security or attempt to hurt me, even though you had many opportunities," said Wufei reasonably. "It obviously doesn't bother you that *I'm* your enemy."

"No, dragon, I have no desire to hurt you."

Wufei looked up, meeting Treize's sapphire eyes with such a look of hope and worry that the General's heart melted at the sight. "General... would you wish to do that again sometime?"

Treize smiled. He reached up and caressed the asian beauty's cheek with his thumb, leaving a streak of water that quickly dried. "I would like nothing better."

The pilot smiled in reply. "Good. I think that will be better and more enjoyable than trying to kill you," he said.

Duo had nearly worn a hole in the carpet over the hours since Wufei had disappeared. Sweat dripped off his brow and he snapped in reply to any inquiries as to why he was so worried.

:Goddamnit, Wufei, where are you? Are you okay?: he thought, glancing up at the clock and then over at the door for the fortieth time in ten minutes. He knew the drug he had slipped into Wufei's drink would activate about an hour after being ingested, and would cause almost uncontrollable lust until that lust was satisfied. Duo didn't dare think about what would happen if it worked. Wufei would basically go after any attractive person within sight until someone acquiesced.

He would get raped, and it was all Duo's fault.

Duo dashed the tears from his eyes and resumed his pacing. Maybe the drug was a dud, maybe Wufei was hardassed enough to overcome its effects, maybe- The door opened.

Wufei strode over the threshold, looking none the worse for wear. His hair was wet, and unbound, but otherwise he looked fine. He glanced around and his eyes centred on Duo.

"Uh, hey Wufei, where've you been?" Duo asked nervously, thanking God that no one else was around at the moment to watch as he had the crap beaten out of him.

"None of your business, Maxwell," Wufei said quietly. His eyes narrowed and he took a step forward. Duo forced himself to remain still. If he got hit, or even killed, it would be no more than he deserved. "You put something in my coffee this morning, didn't you Maxwell?"

Duo nodded numbly. "Uh, yeah. I... I'm really sorry, Wufei, it was just-" He cut himself off with a squeak as Wufei grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. The stronger pilot hauled him forward until their faces were almost touching.

"Do you have *any* idea what you did to me today?" Wufei growled.

"I'm sorry, Wufei! I'll do anything to make up for it!" Duo babbled. "I'm really glad you're okay. I didn't expect you to leave or anything. I'm sorry-"

Wufei kissed him, deeply, on the lips. Duo fell silent more out of surprise than the fact that his mouth was occupied. When he was released, he fell to his knees and stared up at the other pilot numbly, unable to process what had happened.

"Thank you, Duo. You made my day," Wufei said happily, a smile on his face, then he turned and walked away, leaving the braided boy to stare helplessly after him in silence.

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