For Her Love

GW and its characters don\'t belong to me but to
Sunrise/SOTSU Agency, Bandai etc.etc.

 

This is going to be an eventual threesome lemon between
Heero, Relena and Quatre, though in this first chapter the lemon only involves Quatre
and Relena.  This of course has sex, some mild language and angst and tad
bit of sap I suppose, with Quatre there\'s always a guarantee of some sappiness,
most times anyways.

 

Well hope ya guys like. Enjoy.

 

 

 

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     "All I want to do is go for
a short walk in the gardens. I\'d only be gone ten minutes."

 

     Heero\'s brow knitted together,
but other than that, no other hints of irritation were evident on his face as
he continued to work on his laptop. "Have you forgotten about the attempt
made on your life three nights ago and the fact that we still haven\'t found the
person responsible?  It\'s to risky and out of the question right now. It\'s
as simple as that Relena so stop asking me to go out because it won\'t
happen."

 

     If he had been looking at her,
he would have noticed how her fists were clenched at her side while her eyes
were narrowed with anger, nothing\'s ever simple with you Heero, she
thought to herself.     "I know I need to be protected
Heero, but why am I the one being treated like a criminal?"

 

     The lengthy moments of silence
only fanned the angry flame between them, which was irrecoverably ignited when
Heero finally spoke.  "I might just have to lock you in your room if
you continue to argue with me." 

 

     Relena\'s lower lip began to
tremble as she tried to bite back tears. "That was a very insulting and
insensitive thing to say, Heero Yuy." Relena spun around on her heel
exiting the room, bumping into Quatre, who was just entering the kitchen. She
nodded to him a polite sorry, and then continued on her way, up the stairs. A
scowl of disapproval set across the desert prince\'s face as he crossed his arms
and leaned a shoulder against the wall.

 

     "That was a pretty mean thing
to say to her, Heero.  But the fact that she knows you\'d actually do
something like that is even crueler." 

 

     Heero\'s eyes flashed over top of
the screen. "Mn. You just arrived yesterday, Quatre. I\'ve been here for
three days."

 

     "Yes Heero, I know
that." The blonde Arab conceded. "But in those three days have you
even tried to talk to her? Or be a friend to her?"

 

     The methodical clacking of keys
never wavered. "We\'ve talked."

 

     Quatre snorted, "Yea, maybe
over what to have for dinner. Damn it, Heero, it\'s been five years. When are
you going to admit to thatthat you love her?"  Another cloud of
silence fell in the kitchen. Quatre sighed and straightened his stance
preparing, to go back into the living room.  "Fair warning then Heero.
If you\'re not going to be man enough to admit your feelings for her and love
her the way she deserves to be loved then I know someone who will."

 

      Heero abruptly stopped his
typing all of a sudden a hint of sarcasm edging his his voice.  "Oh
yea? And who is that?"

 

     "That Heero...would be
me." With those words Quatre exited the kitchen leaving Heero in quite a
mild shock to contemplate the blonde male\'s declaration.

 

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      "That, that
man!" Relena growled through clenched teeth as she slammed the door to her
room, plopping down on the bed.  "Whywhywhy?  You can be so hard
to talk to...so stubborn...so insensitive...then why do I love you?" 
Her voice fell to a whisper, and she felt her anger ebbing away, though tears
still ran down her face as she buried her head into her pillow. There was a
knock on her door.  "Go away Heero!"  There was another
gentle tap and a voice that Relena knew was not Heero\'s. 

 

     "Relena. It\'s me, Quatra.
Can I come in please?" 

 

     She plucked a tissue out of its
box and wiped her eyes and nose, smoothing back her hair; she could only
imagine what she looked like after crying. She cleared the hoarseness out of
her throat.  "Come in." 

 

     The door opened just a crack and
Quatre peeked in.  "Hi." He simply greeted her before slipping
all the way into the room; he sat down next to Relena.  "Do you feel
any better Relena?"

 

     The former princess of Sank
bowed her head and stared at the floor.  "I apologize for my
behavior, it was, quite childish."  Quatre wished she was looking at
him so, she could see the warm smile on his lips, so to help her he cupped her
chin and turned her head towards him so that she had to look at him.

 

      Anger boiled in his blood.
He had been in love with Relena since the day he had met her while he and Heero
had been taking refuge from OZ in the Sank Kingdom. But he also knew that Heero
had developed feelings for the princess as well, and knew as well that she
reciprocated those feelings. So, being the gentleman that he had always been
taught to be, he had stepped back and allowed Heero to take his chance with
Relena, only wishing for her happiness. But, the perfect soldier had not made this
beautiful lady happy and he had decided it was far past his own turn to try his
luck, though he knew he would have to wade into the situation lightly and test
the waters before jumping right in.

 

     "I\'m sorry for the way
Heero treats you at times. It\'s only because he cares about your
safety." 

 

     She sniffled and dislodged her
chin from his grip but still continued to look at him.  "I know.
Without me the hope for peace would be dead. He\'s protecting the future when he
protects me." 

 

       Quatre tried again
this time by placing his hands on top of the pair that she was nervously
twisting in her lap; he continued to look into her eyes.  "To a
degree that is true Relena. But he also cares for you, as a person, he,
he," a lump in his throat blocked out his voice. 

 

      Relena straightened her
body and grasped Quatre\'s hands tightly.  "He what Quatre?  Tell
me." 

 

     Swallowing the nervousness
Quatre finally allowed the words that came out.  "Heero loves you
Relena. He is in love with you."

 

   Relena\'s jaw dropped and her eyes grew wide.
Quatre squinted and silently damned himself when he noticed her reaction. He
had come up to talk to her to tell her that he loved her. But instead, he told
her what she had always wanted to hear, but it was the truth as well, Heero did
love her.  "Are, are you sure? Tell me are you absolutely
sure?" 

 

     Quatre was knocked out of his
personal thoughts by her words and the gentle shaking of his shoulders. 

 

        He could think
of nothing to do except shake his head and answer her with the truth. 
"Yes Relena. I\'m positive."

 

      Happiness lit up her face
and she shot up to her feet. "Now what to do?"  She spoke more
to herself than to him. "I have to talk to him about this." She was
nearly out the door of her room when she turned around and slowly walked back
to the man on the bed. Relena knelt by Quatre\'s knees, placing her hands on
them. Looking up at him her voice sang with a tone of sincerity.  "Oh
thank you so much. Thank you." With those words she leaned up and kissed
his cheek only to disappear from his view as she made her way down the stairs.

 

     Quatre rose slowly from the bed
himself and left her room.  That was stupid. But then, I suppose she needed
to know.  Heero has always been too locked away to admit his feelings.
"But then I\'m doing the exact same thing aren\'t I?"   The
ex-pilot of Sandrock stopped in front of a full-length mirror that hung in the
hallway; he looked at himself and touched the spot of his face Relena\'s lips
had graced. "So much for taking what you want, you just had to choke up at
the last minute and give into your fear of rejection. Anything for her
happiness, huh."  

 

     Once at the bottom of the stairs
Relena entered the kitchen, but saw Heero was not there. She called his name a
few times as she went from room to room but to no avail. Heero was nowhere to
be found.  She made her way back to where she had started only to notice a
white slip of notepaper she had not seen before. Her hands began to shake as
she picked open the folded piece of paper.

 

     Relena.

 

 

     I\'m going away for a while. I
know you\'ll probably think about me, but don\'t, there is another more worthy
then I.

 

                                                                  


                                                                  
Be happy.

            


                                 
                                                                                              

                                                                   
Heero  

 

 

 

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   &nbHer Her posture was perfectly
straight as she sat in the chair with her hands folded neatly in her lap. Her
face was void of any type of emotion, blank and her usual cream-colored skin
tone was ashen. Quatre\'s heart broke seeing her in such a state, especially
when he knew her condition was caused by Heero\'s abrupt disappearance.

 

      He sat down at the table
beside her and pushed a plate of food in front of her.  "You\'ve not
eaten for a few days Relena. We can\'t have you getting sick."

 

      He eyes twitched and she
spoke, though her voice sounded soft and hollow, as if on the verge of
tears.  "Yes, we can\'t have me falling ill can we? After all who will
be around to fight for peace if something happens to me right? That\'s all I\'m
good for, Heero showed me that."

 

      Something inside of Quatre
suddenly snapped and he picked up the plate and flung it across the room. The
fragile china smashed against the wall and shattered, sending its food contents
to splatter onto the tile floor and white wall. Relena jumped out of her daze
and out of her seat, her mouth gaped a little. She had never known Quatre could
have such a temper.

 

      Relena backed away as
Quatre advanced towards her, his eyes as wide as hers. But while countenance
betrayed certain uneasiness Quatre\'s flashed with anger. He grabbed her
shoulders to stop her retreat, the unsettling urgency evident in his tone.
"I can\'t take seeing you mope around like this anymore. And, for what...a
man who is incapable of showing you any kind of compassion and love."

 

       Her lips trembled as
a few stray tears escaped her eyes.  "But, I..."

 

      "Love him. Yes, I
know. You love him and he loves you but if he\'s not willing to admit it to
himself or you then it makes no sense for you to wallow around in self-pity,
hurting yourself and wishing to die. He\'s not worth you throwing your life
away."

 

     She averted her eyes from his,
looking to the side.  "But what am I to do without him?"

 

       Quatre swallowed
thickly: It was now or never, he told himself as he took a calming breath.
 "Love me. Forget him right now and just, love me."

 

       Her eyes blinked a
few times as she looked up at him again, too shocked to know how to reply.
Quatre continued to speak. "I have loved you since we were fifteen,
Relena. I\'ve kept it to myself because I knew you loved Heero and I never wanted
to complicate your life with my feelings. I know I\'m not him, but I can give
you what he can\'t. Please, I..." To hell with this!  He pulled
Relena to him, kissed her soundly and ignored her initial protest. The struggle
lasted no more then a few second, as she found herself surrendering to him,
even allowing his tongue to stroke along her own. Quatre was the one you
meant in your letter, isn’t he Heero.

 

       She took a step back
and he took a step forward, neither one letting go nor halting the passionate
fury of a kisses they were sharing, and in the process of their awkward dance
they pulled off one another\'s clothing. Relena felt her backside collide with
something smooth and wooden but before she could think of what it may have been
she found herself being lifted off her feet a couple of inches only to have her
body placed back down on it, her back feeling underneath it an even cooler,
smoother surface.

 

     On the kitchen table was not the
ideal place Quatre had envisioned making love to Relena for the first time, but
the moment was right and the mood set and he was, by no means, going to throw
it away.  He slipped the fingers of his left hand inside the crotch of her
already moistening panties, flicked the tip of his index finger across her warm
center and smiled inwardly as she jumped once again and moaned. 
"Quatre, I..."

 

     "Shshsh." He breathed
into her ear.  "Do you trust me Relena?" She nodded and he
continued his explorations of her, beginning with a haphazard trail of nips and
kisses. Letting his tongue glide down her body and into her most intimate of
all areas. She squirmed, wordlessly begging for something that she had little
knowledge of. Quatre pulled her back up again to a sitting position and pressed
one of his hands on her lower back while he kept the other one still holding
her bottom.  "May I? Please? I love you, Relena."

 

     She nodded her consent and with
a searing kiss to seal his proclamation, he brought her down on top of him and
pushed himself up. In an instant, with one solid stroke of his throbbing and
needy manhood he found himself past her resistance, imbedded deeply within her.
She choked back a sob of pain and dug her nails into his back; it seemed as if
she had ceased breathing. Quatre\'s own heart felt as if it had stopped
realizing, that until then, she had been untouched.

 

     "Oh my God. Relena. I\'m
sorry I didn\'t know, I\'m so sorry. Why didn\'t you tell me?" His voice
cracked as he hastily kissed away the tears from her face. He cursed himself
silently that he had been so presumptuous, and even more so that he still felt
himself solid within her body, having been extremely turned on by the knowledge
that he was, her first.

 

      "I didn\'t want you to
hold yourself back, so, just do something Quatre...please. I need to feel you
move in me." He obliged her, using what little fleeting control that
remained to take it as slow and easy as possible, but when she voiced her
frustration at his pace he quickened it and strengthened it. Soon both were
shuttering together, screaming their releases and holding tightly on to one
another.

 

       As Quatre felt his
body begin to cool down he opened his eyes and looked down at the silent ash
blonde woman who he still held to his chest, though her head was tilted back
and she was looking up at him with a content and peaceful look. 
"Relena, are you okay."

 

      "Of course. Just
feeling, a little tired, and sore.” How could I’ve let him touch me Heero,
when it’s you I love, I’m such a horr per person. She closed her eyes to
the thought, and leaned her head forward until it came to rest on his shoulder.
The experience had been tiring and intense for him as well, but still he knew
he had to get her cleaned up and back into bed and be there for her from now
on.

 

     He sighed ignoring the girl’s
tears as the trickled down his body. He knew she was dying inside and it hurt
him, though he found himself angry that she was crying for Heero. You’ve
nothing to feel guilty about Relena. Heero knew this would happen. He wanted it
to.

 

       Quatre found the
tablecloth amongst the room\'s disarray and wrapped it snuggly around her
trembling form. He gathered her up against his still nude body, letting his
eyes travel to where her maiden blood still christened his now flaccid
manhood.  She wilted into his tear-stained and sweat-dampened chest as he
carried her carefully to her room and into her master lavatory. He set her with
him at the edge of the tub and drew a more than tepid bath.  The steam rose
and billowed around them, and Quatre tenderly peeled the tablecloth from her
figure. He helped Relena into the inviting warm water, taking up a nearby
washcloth and running the dampened fabric across her rosy flesh. 

 

    

    

     "She raised a languid hand
to protest. Quatre, you don\'t have to do this, really."

 

       He couldn\'t help but
smile, noticing the deepening flush curl into her cheeks. She seemed so shy
again. "No," he said, brushing away the soft strands that clung to
her naked shoulders. "I don\'t have to, but I want to."

 

 

       She returned his
smile as the warm feeling of a woman who had just newly experienced love,
blanketed her body. Perhaps she could grow to love Quatre as more than a
friend. "Okay."

 

      

Afterward, when her bath was done and she had showered
and changed into some other clothing, Quatre took his own shower and dressed
himself as well. Then caring little that it was barely past noon, they climbed
on top of the covers of Relena\'s king-sized four-post bed and curled around one
another\'s bodies, drifting off into a contented sleep.

 

 

TBC...