[FIC]: Musk and Roses, 13x5
I'm really proud of myself today. I wrote smut. 13x5 smut. And seriously, I think that it's crap, but maybe it's just me. I think that everything I wrote is crap.
Author: The Dream Whisperer
Title: Musk and Roses
Pairing: 13x5
Rating: NC-17/MA
Warnings: Explicit lemon. Not for kiddies.
Musk and Roses
Parry. Thrust. Parry again. Wufei panted in exertion, sweat glistening at his brow. Glaring half-heartedly at his adversary, he moved through one of his katas, body moving seamlessly, preparing to bring the sword down to Treize’s throat.
Treize smiled. His Dragon is so predictable sometimes. He dodged the incoming blow smoothly then thrust through the opening that Wufei had left, bring the rapier to point at his throat.
“The duel is mine, Dragon.”
Wufei’s head bowed, accepting the defeat grudgingly. A slight, mischievous smile crossed his lips, hidden by the stray hairs that had escaped his ponytail. Standing up in a fluid motion, he walked towards Treize, head bowed and eyes hooded.
Treize watched, slightly amused, as his Dragon seemed to stalk towards him, like a predator pursuing his prey. A forked eyebrow lifted as Wufei stopped in front of him, head still bowed.
Wufei smirked, then raised his hands and pinned the General on the wall, careful to avoid the decorative swords and not-so-decorative swords hanging on the wall. He smiled, revelling at the stunned look he received from Treize for his bold move. The smile faded into a slightly worried look, however, when the stunned expression turned into a lascivious smirk. Wufei was slightly afraid, but squashed the feeling down. Treize would never hurt him… Would he?
Treize was surprised and no little pleased at his Dragon’s daring move. He smirked slightly, then, before Wufei knew what was happening, he used his heavier weight to push Wufei off him, cradling his head and back as he fell to the floor. The smirk grew as Wufei gasped in surprised, then, taking advantage of his opened mouth, swooped down and kissed him, hard.
Wufei moaned softly, wrapping his arms around Treize’s torso as they sparred again, this time with tongues. Treize, as always, tasted of old wine and cinnamon and carried the heady scent of musk and roses that is uniquely his. His arms reached up and ran through honey-brown hair, tousling it from its usually neat style.
Treize pulled off Wufei’s hair band, letting the silky black locks fell across his shoulder. He ran his hand through the locks, marvelling in the texture even as he broke the kiss reluctantly. He swept his Dragon into his arms, smiling softly at the surprised yelp from Wufei. He glared reproachfully at the General, who simply leaned down and nibbled the outer shell of his ears, then breathed,
“Bed now, Dragon?”
Wufei nodded, and ceased struggling. He took a deep breath, breathing in Treize’s heady scent. He was slightly surprised, but not shocked, when he felt the hard erection poking his back. Wufei then smirked, and started rubbing his face on the General’s chest.
For Treize, the short walk from the fencing room to the bed was a torture. The fact that Wufei was rubbing his chest in an extremely erotic manner did not help. He groaned softly, and then started walking much faster, still careful of not jostling Wufei.
The bed seemed to be extremely welcoming as he placed Wufei down on it, and began to take off the stiff military uniform, his eyes never leaving Wufei’s. The onyx eyes filled with lust and smiling such a provocative smile made him work twice as fast. When he was finally naked, he pounced, taking off Wufei's tanktop and white pants in one swift move. Then, throwing away the clothes, he bent, capturing Wufei's lips with his own.
Wufei moaned softly as his mouth was plundered again, then started to kiss back just as hard. He arched his body up, rubbing their groins together, sending electric sparks to all parts of his body.
Treize gasped at the electric touch, then decided to give Wufei a taste of his own medicine. Breaking off the kiss, he began licking down his Dragon’s body. Sucking softly at the junction between the throat and the shoulder, he raised his eyes up to stare into his lover’s eyes, then began licking at the hollow of his collarbone.
Wufei cried out, arching up to the touch. He was the most sensitive at the spot, and every lick sent blood rushing down to his groin. He closed his eyes and tried to speak, but no words, except moans, came out from his throat. With an effort, he grounded out,
"Stop… teasing… me!”
An amused smirk was his only answer, before Treize stopped licking and journeyed further down his body. He stopped at Wufei’s nipples, which were already hardened. Treize pounced on one of them and started licking and sucking the sensitive flesh, causing it to harden further and Wufei to arched up, brushing his cock to Treize’s.
Wufei growled as Treize moved to the other, neglected nipple and giving it the same treatment, seemingly ignoring the electric touch. As he basked in the scent of musk and roses, Treize smirked as his hand stole to the nightstand, withdrawing a small plastic tube.
Trailing kisses down Wufei’s chest, Treize poured the lube onto his hands and rubbed them together, warming them. He looked at Wufei, asking for permission. He nodded mutely.
Slowly, he inserted a finger into the thick ring of muscles, which tensed against the intruder. Treize waited patiently for the muscles to relax before thrusting shallowly, before inserting another finger, this time scissoring them to stretch the ring. All the while he was trailing kissing on Wufei’s body and erection to distract him from the discomfort.
Wufei felt the fingers entering him, but was sidetracked when Treize started pumping his erection with his other hand. His General was so thoughtful. When he felt the probing at his entrance, he nodded again.
Treize entered him slowly, than stopped when he was buried at the hilt. He wanted time for his Dragon to get used to this, but it was taking all his self-control. The tight, pulsing heat around his shaft is driving him insane.
Wufei, however, had other ideas. He gripped Treize’s waist with his legs and rocked against him, wanting him to move. Treize complied, building up the speed until he was thrusting hard and fast against Wufei’s willing body. Treize, in the haze of pleasure, managed to reach down to grip his erection, and started pumping him in time of the thrusts.
Wufei gasped as the pressure began building from his groin and spreading outwards, igniting every nerve in his body.
“Tre…Ah! Treize, Treiiiiiiizee!”
His body arched up until only his head and his heels were touching the mattress. At the same time, his inner muscles squeezed Treize’s, milking him. Treize tossed his head back and came with a shout, emptying himself in Wufei’s eager channels. Exhausted, he slumped bonelessly on the bed, rolling away so as not to crush his smaller lover.
Treize began to clean the both of them with a wet cloth. As Wufei stood, almost as if to leave, he reached a hand out, stopping him,
“Stay… Please. At least for tonight.”
Wufei nodded, then slipped back into the bed, falling in a drowse as he heard his lover’s voice,
“You’re safe here. I’ll never allow anyone to hurt you.”
With a smile, Wufei fell asleep, smelling the scent of musk and roses.
Constructive criticism is craved. Just tell me what you think, I'm a Journalism major, I have thick skin -laughs-.
Author: The Dream Whisperer
Title: Musk and Roses
Pairing: 13x5
Rating: NC-17/MA
Warnings: Explicit lemon. Not for kiddies.
Musk and Roses
Parry. Thrust. Parry again. Wufei panted in exertion, sweat glistening at his brow. Glaring half-heartedly at his adversary, he moved through one of his katas, body moving seamlessly, preparing to bring the sword down to Treize’s throat.
Treize smiled. His Dragon is so predictable sometimes. He dodged the incoming blow smoothly then thrust through the opening that Wufei had left, bring the rapier to point at his throat.
“The duel is mine, Dragon.”
Wufei’s head bowed, accepting the defeat grudgingly. A slight, mischievous smile crossed his lips, hidden by the stray hairs that had escaped his ponytail. Standing up in a fluid motion, he walked towards Treize, head bowed and eyes hooded.
Treize watched, slightly amused, as his Dragon seemed to stalk towards him, like a predator pursuing his prey. A forked eyebrow lifted as Wufei stopped in front of him, head still bowed.
Wufei smirked, then raised his hands and pinned the General on the wall, careful to avoid the decorative swords and not-so-decorative swords hanging on the wall. He smiled, revelling at the stunned look he received from Treize for his bold move. The smile faded into a slightly worried look, however, when the stunned expression turned into a lascivious smirk. Wufei was slightly afraid, but squashed the feeling down. Treize would never hurt him… Would he?
Treize was surprised and no little pleased at his Dragon’s daring move. He smirked slightly, then, before Wufei knew what was happening, he used his heavier weight to push Wufei off him, cradling his head and back as he fell to the floor. The smirk grew as Wufei gasped in surprised, then, taking advantage of his opened mouth, swooped down and kissed him, hard.
Wufei moaned softly, wrapping his arms around Treize’s torso as they sparred again, this time with tongues. Treize, as always, tasted of old wine and cinnamon and carried the heady scent of musk and roses that is uniquely his. His arms reached up and ran through honey-brown hair, tousling it from its usually neat style.
Treize pulled off Wufei’s hair band, letting the silky black locks fell across his shoulder. He ran his hand through the locks, marvelling in the texture even as he broke the kiss reluctantly. He swept his Dragon into his arms, smiling softly at the surprised yelp from Wufei. He glared reproachfully at the General, who simply leaned down and nibbled the outer shell of his ears, then breathed,
“Bed now, Dragon?”
Wufei nodded, and ceased struggling. He took a deep breath, breathing in Treize’s heady scent. He was slightly surprised, but not shocked, when he felt the hard erection poking his back. Wufei then smirked, and started rubbing his face on the General’s chest.
For Treize, the short walk from the fencing room to the bed was a torture. The fact that Wufei was rubbing his chest in an extremely erotic manner did not help. He groaned softly, and then started walking much faster, still careful of not jostling Wufei.
The bed seemed to be extremely welcoming as he placed Wufei down on it, and began to take off the stiff military uniform, his eyes never leaving Wufei’s. The onyx eyes filled with lust and smiling such a provocative smile made him work twice as fast. When he was finally naked, he pounced, taking off Wufei's tanktop and white pants in one swift move. Then, throwing away the clothes, he bent, capturing Wufei's lips with his own.
Wufei moaned softly as his mouth was plundered again, then started to kiss back just as hard. He arched his body up, rubbing their groins together, sending electric sparks to all parts of his body.
Treize gasped at the electric touch, then decided to give Wufei a taste of his own medicine. Breaking off the kiss, he began licking down his Dragon’s body. Sucking softly at the junction between the throat and the shoulder, he raised his eyes up to stare into his lover’s eyes, then began licking at the hollow of his collarbone.
Wufei cried out, arching up to the touch. He was the most sensitive at the spot, and every lick sent blood rushing down to his groin. He closed his eyes and tried to speak, but no words, except moans, came out from his throat. With an effort, he grounded out,
"Stop… teasing… me!”
An amused smirk was his only answer, before Treize stopped licking and journeyed further down his body. He stopped at Wufei’s nipples, which were already hardened. Treize pounced on one of them and started licking and sucking the sensitive flesh, causing it to harden further and Wufei to arched up, brushing his cock to Treize’s.
Wufei growled as Treize moved to the other, neglected nipple and giving it the same treatment, seemingly ignoring the electric touch. As he basked in the scent of musk and roses, Treize smirked as his hand stole to the nightstand, withdrawing a small plastic tube.
Trailing kisses down Wufei’s chest, Treize poured the lube onto his hands and rubbed them together, warming them. He looked at Wufei, asking for permission. He nodded mutely.
Slowly, he inserted a finger into the thick ring of muscles, which tensed against the intruder. Treize waited patiently for the muscles to relax before thrusting shallowly, before inserting another finger, this time scissoring them to stretch the ring. All the while he was trailing kissing on Wufei’s body and erection to distract him from the discomfort.
Wufei felt the fingers entering him, but was sidetracked when Treize started pumping his erection with his other hand. His General was so thoughtful. When he felt the probing at his entrance, he nodded again.
Treize entered him slowly, than stopped when he was buried at the hilt. He wanted time for his Dragon to get used to this, but it was taking all his self-control. The tight, pulsing heat around his shaft is driving him insane.
Wufei, however, had other ideas. He gripped Treize’s waist with his legs and rocked against him, wanting him to move. Treize complied, building up the speed until he was thrusting hard and fast against Wufei’s willing body. Treize, in the haze of pleasure, managed to reach down to grip his erection, and started pumping him in time of the thrusts.
Wufei gasped as the pressure began building from his groin and spreading outwards, igniting every nerve in his body.
“Tre…Ah! Treize, Treiiiiiiizee!”
His body arched up until only his head and his heels were touching the mattress. At the same time, his inner muscles squeezed Treize’s, milking him. Treize tossed his head back and came with a shout, emptying himself in Wufei’s eager channels. Exhausted, he slumped bonelessly on the bed, rolling away so as not to crush his smaller lover.
Treize began to clean the both of them with a wet cloth. As Wufei stood, almost as if to leave, he reached a hand out, stopping him,
“Stay… Please. At least for tonight.”
Wufei nodded, then slipped back into the bed, falling in a drowse as he heard his lover’s voice,
“You’re safe here. I’ll never allow anyone to hurt you.”
With a smile, Wufei fell asleep, smelling the scent of musk and roses.
Constructive criticism is craved. Just tell me what you think, I'm a Journalism major, I have thick skin -laughs-.