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Trieze watched as the four boys ran past his hiding place in the shadows. The first one to pass him had unruly hair and cobalt blue eyes and a gun in one hand. He wasn’t the target so Trieze didn’t worry about that one. The next to pass him with the braided boy, again, not the one he was looking for.

The next two came at the same time running as fast as they could to keep up with the leading two boys, checking behind their shoulder to make sure no one was following them. Neither the blonde nor the lanky brunette was his target.

They all passed without incident and went around the corner.

Trieze was slightly worried that they were missing one. Maybe they hadn’t come with all five pilots.

He lifted his head and looked down to opposite corridor to the one the other four boys had gone. There were some shouts then a loud explosion that racked the floor. A lone figure came skidding around the corner; it reached out to grab something to stop the sliding, but came up short and ended up on its butt on the floor.

The Chinese pilot shook his head vigorously and used his sword to stand, he was glad no one had seen that fall.

The black haired boy peeked around to corner to observe his handy work. Snickering he started running again, not wanting to be left behind when the base blew up.

Just as the boy was coming up to his hiding place Trieze pulled on the wire in his hand.

Wufie felt his feet being pulled out from under him and he toppled to the ground, loosing hold of his sword in the process.

The black haired boy put his hands underneath him, trying to push his body up. He didn’t get very far.

Trieze hit the back of the boy’s head with his sword hilt.

Wufie closed his eyes, black waves taking him into unconsciousness.

*

He woke up on something very soft. Wufie groaned and tried to bring a hand to his head. He didn’t succeed. Prying open and eye he found out why. His hands were tied up with… silk?

Wufie frowned and looked around.

The room was large and long drapes swung from hooks in the ceiling; the drapes were a mix of tan and black. A white door on the opposite side.

Wufie was just about to break through the soft silk and get the hell out of where ever he was when the door opened.

The Chinese pilot froze, two words echoing through his head.

Wearing nothing but a pair of considerably low hanging brown leather pants was Trieze. This new discovery also lead to one about himself.

Being that he was naked save for a slim sky blue blanket covering his waist and upper thighs.

Wufie, despite his cool demeanour felt a slight red blush creep up his cheeks. What a compromising position to be in when you’re enemy walks in.

The older man glanced at him and grinned wolf like, very unnerving.

"Ah, You’re awake I see."

The door clicked shut behind him, the sound of it locking not escaping the Chinese pilot.

Now, Wufie was not in the least a senseless person, and right now his senses were… haywire? Being locked in a room, pretty close to naked, you’re enemy looking at you like you’re sheep to a wolf tended to make you worry, not to mention the vibes coming from Trieze, on top of that, he was blushing… whatever gods existed were more then likely sadistic toward him.

Trieze padded over to the Chinese boy, who was still tied up in the silk… which was a small surprise… but then, the silk was almost as strong as Oz manacles, which, Trieze thought with a snicker, were very hard to get out of.

Wufie’s eyes widened, and he audibly squeaked, his base instinct taking over. The Chinese pilot had his feet pushed into the bed spread and was trying to bring his hands down so he could jump and at least run when he found that his hands only rubbed against the material. "Nani?!" He growled, pulling hard on the silk.

To his utter shock, the silk did not break or rip.

Trieze chuckled as he saw Wufie’s face… it was panicked and shocked; the dragon knew what was more then likely coming to him. One of the reasons Trieze had chosen Wufie was because of his keen senses, awareness and general firey disposition. It would be a pleasure to have one like that.

By now, the tall Oz commander was at the foot of the bed. His hand reached out and caressed a pole that supported the canopy over the bed.

Wufie flushed, the red in his cheeks deepening, his voice came out squeaky and an eye darted to make sure the sky blue cloth that covered his most important parts wasn’t slipping… the look of a starving man eyeing desert on Trieze’s face was very unnerving.

Struggling to retain some sort of dignity… let alone trying to prolong the seeming inevitable, Wufie glared and in a gruff voice asked the obvious.

"What do you want?"

Trieze chuckled more and slipped one leg onto the bed.

"Not much…"

He kneeled on all fours on the bed now, muscles working as his hands pressed under him.

Wufie swallowed hard. (Shiiiiit.)

"I want a lot of things…"

He stalked along the bed spread on all fours, carefully avoiding Wufie’s legs in case the other man decided to try and kick him.

Wufie didn’t move, his fingers curling as he mentally pulled at his bonds… of course he didn’t have any mental powers so it didn’t work very well.

"Right now though, I want…"

In a quick flash he was straddling Wufie’s thighs.

Wufie gasped and tried to kick his legs. It was little use, Trieze’s body wait weighed him down and he couldn’t move enough to properly throw the Oz commander.

Trieze chuckled and leaned down lips within touching distance of Wufie’s lips, though far enough away not to get bitten.

Wufie paused in his struggles to whimper before hot lips descended upon his own.

There was a gasp of surprise and Trieze slipped his tongue into the opening.

The tastes that assaulted him was that of scented spices, vanilla and mixed herbs. The Oz commander had time to relish the divine assault before Wufie started struggling, teeth trying to bite him. Trieze drew back before the Chinese pilot could do any damage however.

"Vicious little dragon aren’t you Wufie? Don’t worry, I won’t do anything you’re not willing to." The Oz commander proceeded to trail a line of kisses Down the Chinese pilots exposed chest.

Wufie struggled against his bindings but found it useless, he was at the complete mercy of Trieze.

The man atop him snickered and nipped at the soft well-shaped skin, rolling the warm spices taste around on his tongue expertly.

Wufie bit his lip, the Oz commander having found a very sensitive area on his upper body, his muscles tensed as little bites of pleasure raced through him, of course it was hard not to feel it, there was an air of excitement, which had been shoved back into the depths of his mind, but was still tugging at him.

Trieze found a particularly sensitive spot and grazed his teeth lightly against the skin; the result was a surprised gasp from Wufie and a leg trying to kick up into the air.

The older man chuckled and rolled his tongue over the area, Wufie whimpered.

Trieze nipped at the skin around Wufie’s nerve then sucked the skin into his mouth, tongue swirling around in a seductive and suggestive sweep.

Wufie moaned, back arching unconsciously upward. "No!"

Trieze grinned and released his prize, moving up to Wufie’s soft nubs.

A wave of pleasure coursed over the Chinese boy, forcing his eyes to flutter as his nipple was seized between dainty teeth and assaulted with an extremely talented tongue.

Trieze trailed over the taste, relishing and enjoying the gentle skin between his teeth. The dragon having obviously given up all pretences of speaking.

Wufie tugged against his bonds, knowing that if the Oz commander continued the way he was going there was little hope of resistance. Sadly he had a sinking suspicion that was the general idea.

Trieze released his prize and moved to the second nub, fingers rubbing against the first. Wufie rolled his head back, unconsciously exposing his throat.

Trieze pressed their bodies closer, rhythmically rubbing his groin against Wufie’s.

The dragon groaned fingers scrambling to try and get lose. "Stop!"

Trieze chuckled releasing Wufie’s second numb and trailing a line of hot kisses up the black haired boy’s neck.

"No little dragon, just sit back and enjoy this."

He pulled the pilot’s chin down and held him still while he explored the other’s mouth.

His fingers digging into Wufie’s jaw, hard enough to bruise but keeping the other’s mouth immobile.

The Oz commander’s tongue circled Wufie’s mouth, tasting everything and bathing in the blissful wonderment.

Wufie made a sort of strangling sound, trying to shove the other man away with his chest, of course the movement only brought the two of them closer, creating friction between their bodies.

Trieze chuckled and pushed forward, rubbing against the Chinese pilot more.

Wufie made another whimpering sound, trying to get some air into his deprived lungs.

The honey haired man pulled back, releasing the tanned chin and smoothing his hands over Wufie’s exposed chest.

"Now dragon, all that’s left is to claim you fully as mine."

Trieze brushed his lips against Wufie’s abdomen, his eyes glinting with obvious intent.

~ To be continued!

Author’s second notes: I have been working on this fic for a very long time, and I figured I should show what I’ve gotten done. I will post chapter two very soon, I just need a small break inbetween, and I have several other fics to do in the meantime. I appreciate all reviews! It should only take me about a week at maximum to finish part two. ^^