SientEvilStroke

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

 

The song Evil Fantasies doesn\'t belong to me either in
any way shape or form, nor do the band who performs it, Judas Priest.

 

     Lemon, lemon, lemon, is what this
fic is. It\'s set along the lines of my other fic Branded and the warnings of
S&M and graphic descriptions of sex apply to this as well. In fact you
could say it could be another part to Branded but this time from Heero\'s POV.

 

 

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     "Just who in the hell do
you think you are barging in here and making demands?"

 

      

    My right fist holds a few of your
ashen blonde locks hostage and I swiftly tug downward on the very same silky
strands so that your head is snapped back and you are forced to look up at me.
I can\'t help but smirk at your furrowed, angered expression as we try and stare
each other down.

 

    

     "Don\'t tell me you don\'t
want me here, princess, or are you forgetting how well I know you."

 

    

     I give another small tug to
emphasize my words, my power, my control and I see your eye twitch briefly from
the pain. You struggle and spit at me and yell at me to let you go. I can feel
both of your tiny delicate hands gripping my wrist, twisting it with all of
your might, but all your succeeding in doing is giving me a mild skin burn.  
I won\'t admit to you it stings, so instead I bite the inside of my lip and
narrow my already leering gaze.

 

 

     You remain defiant however,
perfectly straight shouldered, your feet planted solidly to the floor. I stand
much the same as you, neither one of us wavering, or giving into the other. My
patience is growing thin and gripping your hair tighter I jerk your body
forward to me and lower my head, we are cheek to cheek; I feel you shiver for a
moment as my hot breath burns your ear.

 

    

     "You know, Relena, I will
never let you go. I\'m like that little tiny heart shaped birthmark on your right
inner thigh, dark and permanent, forever with you even in death."

 

    

     I swallow slowly, feeling your
heated words warm my ear. "Your arrogance is disgusting at times
Heero."

 

    

     "No more then yours."

 

    

     You huff speechless and even
though you know you cannot budge me, you push against me just the same. I feel a
slight brush against my cheek and realize it is your jaw clenching in anger and
rebellion. But your resistant only serves to turn me on and my sex that has
already been slowly getting hard is suddenly now fully erect and throbbing. My
left hand glides down your slender back and to your buttocks. I push your hips
into me as I thrust my own into you. I hear you gasp.

 

 

 

//We turn and face each other//

 

//My fingers pull your hair//

 

//You wince and jerk my wrist off//

 

// I bite my lip and stare//

 

//Your stance at once defiant//

 

// I\'m rigid to your pose//

 

//You clench your teeth in anger//

 

// My loving swells and grows//

 

 

 

     Though we are both fully clothed
I continue to grind my pelvis into yours, mimicking the very actions that will
come in a little while with all of our clothing off. You must be able to read
my thoughts because your hands squeeze in between us. One of them begins to
unbutton my shirt, while the other one simultaneously unbuttons yours. I groan
with want, not only from the physical sensation but my own thoughts as well, my
dirty thoughts, my vile hunger and devilish schemes. How do you do it Relena?
How do you bring me to the point of such physical and mental abandonment?

 

    

     My long, nimble fingers ease down
the zipper on the back of your skirt and then the garment itself along with
your panties and hosiery. I can already smell the musk of your womanhood. I
breathe deeply in your scent.

 

    

     "Tell me, Relena, what is
it you want? What is going on inside of you head right now...cause I sure as
hell know what\'s going on inside of my own.

 

      

     I hear you giggle, and see you
smile now as you pull away from me. You raise yourself up on you tiptoes and
catch my lower lip in between your teeth, pulling back lightly and then letting
it go, to follow it back up with a quick lick of the tip of your tongue.

 

     

     "Tonight, Heero, I only
wish to please you...to do what it is you want me to do."

 

    

     I look at my hand. Earlier it
had painfully gripped her hair but now it is gingerly stroking it. "Do you
realize what that could mean, Relena?"

 

 

     You take my chin in your slender
fingers and pull down on it. My eyes lock onto yours and I can see your
resolve. "Do I look wod?&qd?"

 

 

     "Mn." Is all I can
think of saying as I push you from me, causing you to fall on the bed. You roll
over from you side onto your back, propped up by your elbows. You grin and
giggle and call me a bastard; I only smile back, but it is a smile of evil, of
twisted thoughts and black desires. The demon beast that dwells and is hidden
deep inside of me is about to be released. I tackle you down completely and
cage your body within my own and tell you, you wouldn\'t want me any other way.

 

 

 

//You give me evil fantasies//

 

//I wanna get inside your mind//

 

//Come on and live my fantasies//

 

//I\'ll show you evil you can\'t hide//

 

     

 

 

     An hour has passed since our
decent into our sexual deviancy. I\'ve taken you once already and now I am lying
down between your legs, my taste buds delighting in a flavor that is as
distinctive as the two of us. I bite down on your nub and you jerk and catch
your breath. My eyes drift upward but I cannot see your eyes. I must see your
eyes. With on final lap I draw myself back on my knees and bingbing your upper
thighs I give a violent tug and pull you towards me. I drop immediately down
upon you catching myself with my outstretched arms and once again you are
inside my cage of skin.

 

 

     Your mouth is ever slightly
agape and you appear somewhat startled but unafraid.  I feel my heart
begin to race slightly my gaze of dark blues drilling into yours of the lighter
shades of said color. The beauty and lustful intensity of them is too much for
me. I crash my lips to yours and you open your mouth and I share with you the
very essence of our combined union that has until now only been on my tongue. I
lose myself within our kiss and my train of thought returns to its previous
mode as my hands that are still curved around your thighs press into the soft
flesh, my fingertips imprinting tiny bruises where they lay.

 

 

     I trail my lips to your cheek
and then neck bringing them to rest finally on the softest part of your breast.
I nip and suck at the tender flesh and as I begin to draw your blood from
beneath your skin, one of my hands leaves you and combs the floor. I smile
inwardly as I find what I\'ve been blindly searching for.

 

    

     I draw myself from you once
again and study the raising welt of my blood kiss. You daintily smooth your
fingers over the area just to the left of the nipple. You squirm under me and
ask for more. I tell you we have all night. Then I commence my attack and bring
the scarf I had fished from the floor over your eyes.

 

 

     You scream my name, caught
completely off guard but I kiss your cheek and tell you to relax. You nod you
head just slightly and tell me you trust me.  Yes, Relena, give into me.
You are mine for the rest of your life to do with what I please, and I have
every intention to take advantage of your gracious offer. You say the perfect
soldier has no imagination, but nothing is farther from the truth for it is
only something I have learned to hide, for it can be dark and foreboding,
sinister, even cruel. Sadomasochism is not dirty word but it is what feeds my
very hunger and tonight my hunger is great and will feast upon your every bit
of flesh and psyche.

 

 

 

//You\'re dragged into my vision //

 

// Trapped, serving to my need//

 

//Maybaginagination //

 

// Is where my dark side feeds//

 

 

 

     "Shit." It\'s the only
word that I can say as I feel your nails digging into my skin, leaving brands
of their own down my back. But as much as I enjoy the furor and pain that it brings
to me I cannot let my mind detract from my plans. I will have to bring an end
to your roaming exploration. I press my torso down upon yours and reaching
behind my lower back I grasp your wrists and pull them off of me resting them
above your head. I hold them there with my left hand while my right glides
under the pillow. Unaware you are until the last minute and you feel your hands
being tied to the bedpost. Bound by another scarf I had hidden under the
cloth-covered feathers. Never say the perfect soldier is not prepared.

 

 

     I raise my body over you yet
again and take delight in watching your breathing grow quick and shallow. You
bite your lip in a childish pout that I find irresistible and quite a turn on.
I take your earlobe between your teeth, "Do you fear me yet, Relena?"
my feral nature causes me to involuntarily growl as if I am a wild beast, but
then, aren\'t I?

 

 

     Your voice quivers and I hear a
hint of a whimper but you remain strong and sure and unflappable. "Never
will I fear what you have to give me, Heero. So stop all of this gentle kitty
cat behavior and nonsense and get on wit.&qt."

 

 

      I can\'t help but chuckle a
little at your words for that\'s exactly what I expected to hear from those
luscious lips. However, I\'ll drag it out just a little longer.  For just
as the stalking tiger a "kitty cat", as well, will at first torment
their prey before breaking it and devouring it completely.

 

 

 

//You slide your nails down in me //

 

// I raise my structure high//

 

//You pout, I snarl, you whimper //

 

//And wave compassion by//

 

 

 

     Your sweet orgasmic screams fill
my ears and the tears I see seeping from underneath the scarf tell me you are
in sexual ecstasy, tormented sexual ecstasy but sexually ecstasy none-the-less.
You brought this on yourself, you know. What was going on in your mind as you
were seductively teasing me through the entire dinner party held earlier this
evening. Bringing your body and passions so close yet drawing them away at the
last moment knowing, full well it was stirring me into a sexual frenzy, which I
am releasing at this very moment.  I work my fingers deep up inside of
your womanhood, teasing it\'s pebble with my thumb as my teeth and other hand
twist and bite and pinch and suck the nipples of your breasts.

 

 

      I feel myself controlling
you now, dominating you, abusing you all the while denying to myself who it is
you that has the true power in our relationship. You know how to control me
even more so then I can control you. But then is that what you want? Is that
what I want? I don\'t really care. Let me live in my delusional reality that it
is I who am the one who is governing us...our bodies...minds. Yes, me as the
master and you as my slave.

 

 

 sp;&sp;    I allow you to come onto my
hand a final time before pulling my digits out of you. And as I release your
body momentarily I rip the blindfold from your brow. The cloth has smudged your
make-up and mascara rims your eyes. It makes you look beautifully whorish,
seductively evil and downright sinful and dark, wicked. It matches my very
thoughts to a tee.

 

 

 

//You give me evil fantasies//

 

//I wanna get inside your mind// nbspnbsp;

//Come on and live my fantasies//

 

//I\'ll show you evil you can\'t hide//

 

 

 

     I see your body spread out
before me, the bruises and the welts, the teeth marks running across your body
look like tiny tracks. They are beautiful to me and inspire me to brand you in
so many more ways, to tether you to me for all eternity.  I must make you
see that it is I who you will forever belong to, it is I who will forever love
you and touch you and protect you. Does this not prove my love for you, giving
into your every whim, desire? Legs straight up in the air, their ankles turning
white within my steely grip to match perfectly with you wrists that are still
tied upon the head board. Sweat drips from my forehead and mixes among our
separate fluids that have blended into one.

 

 

       I lay my body on top
of yours and snake my arndernder you, grasping your shoulders with my hands to
impale you body onto to mine even more. Yes, Relena, gasp my name, beg me for
more and allow me to have this power of sexual pleasuring over you. I need to
know you are mine. I must make us one forever. I snap open my eyes. There is a
way. It is your time, is it not it Relena? You\'ve switched your means of
prevention and your body has not quite adjusted has it? I think it has not.
That it is. That is what I will do.

 

 

     I squeeze shut my eyes and
increase my force upon you. I can no longer hold back, I must release myself
inside of you, make us one, impregnate you with my seed and create a life. A
child will be the bond that will tie us together forever. Huh, and they say man
cannot have the power over life and death. I have killed now let me see how
well I can bring forth life. This will be my selfless gift to you so that you
will know thtenttent of my love for you, and in return you will pledge yourself
to me until you take your final breath.

 

 

 

//Gonna take you, gotta get through//

 

//Gonna make you, do what I want//

 

 

 

     I tear my lips from yours as I
feel myself nearing sexual completion. You buck against me as you whip your
head to the side, straining against your banded state. I feel your sweat glide under
myds ads as I smooth them up the length of your arms. I unknot the scarf only
to replace the satin threads with my own hands.  I curl my fingers and
lace them with yours as I move them slowly downward, straight to the sides then
down by your hips where I then place them upon my lower back.  "Move
with me."

 

 

       You oblige me as
always, tightening your legs around me while you fingernails once again scratch
and dig into my body. You pick up on my rhythm instantly and give me back all
that I have given you.  "Oh God, Relena!" I cry somewhat
hoarsely as I reposition my arms underneath you, my hands grasping onto your
shoulders once more, slamming you down as I ram upward into you.

 

 

     I look into your face, it is
lovely all flushed and distorted, strained in sexual, sensual desire and needed
release. Any minute, now my princess and you shall have what you seek, any
minute...Now!

 

 

     I yell out your name as I thrust
so deep I swear I am in your very womb itself, which in fact is where I want to
be, or at least that part of me which with any luck will show it\'s proof of
success in nine months. And if it doesn\'t happen tonight, it will, I swear it
and I always keep my word. Even my word to kill you Relena, I have kept
countless times over...le petite mort... only to bring you back to life with my
very own breath, delivered to you by my kiss.

 

 

     Your body becomes still, your
breathing slowed to that of sleep, I tighten my embrace around you, refusing
yet to separate myself. Tucking my forehead down into the crook of your neck I
kiss you gently on your collarbone. "Forgive me Relena."

 

 

     "There is nothing to
forgive, my love." You whisper back in the utmost tenderness as you stroke
the back of my head with your fingertips in much the same way. I can\'t help but
smile and feel blessed that I even have you in my life.

 

 

     Deep down into my inner most
depths I wish for love, for hope, for acceptance, even for a bit of normalcy.
And I realize that it is only with you that I will be able to obtain any of my
goals. Perhaps, one day, my darker side will whiten with slips of light that
break through. But as of now I\'ve to many demons to fight, demons to conquer
and demons to control before I can even think of becoming close to normal. I fool
myself into believing my actions are just and soon the guilt I feel for using
you as my vessel to purge those very demons again are quelled so I invite the
darkness back, and it comes. The shadow of the impetus perversion wraps me in
its cloak, and you Relena, once again become its sacrifice to feed its aching
hunger.

 

 

 

//You\'re dragged into my vision //

 

//Trapped, serving to my need//

 

//Maybe imagination//

 

//Is where my dark side feeds//

 

 

END