For Her Love

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


Finally part 2 of For Her Love is finished bringing it all
to a close.

 

I now have put Heero and Relena in a lemon with all of the
other pilots. 1xRx5 in Wufei vs. Relena. 1xRx2 in Truce and Consequences and
1xRx3 in Three and now 1xRx4 in For Her Love. It was a project I set out to do
and I’ve done it, whether any of the fics are good or not, I don’t know, but
it’s finished, finally, though I have plans for another 1xRx2 fic, a het only
story, just to see if I can do it.

 

Well, not much else to say, other then to whoever reads
this, enjoy. ^_^

 

 

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Relena sunk herself against Quatre’s chest even more as his
embrace tightened around her.

 

“Why Quatre? Why did he have to come back now? Not only
that, but, why did he say what he said to me? After years of cold emotional
nothingness?”

 

“Sometimes one does not know what they have until it is lost
to them.”

 

Wiping her tears away with the back of her hands she pulled
slightly away from her lover of the past six months.

 

“But I love you now…I, I love you…though I still have
feelings for him. Damn it!” She jerked away from him, slamming her fists into
the wall before breaking down once again. “How can I be in love with both of
you? How can I choose? I don’t want to!”

 

The blonde man sighed as his hands slid from her shoulders
to take her hands, his thumbs smoothing over the bleeding and swelling knuckles
of the sobbing, confused woman before him.

 

“You shouldn’t have hooshoose Relena. Both of us love you,
and want you. We will find a way. Just please don’t hurt yourself any further.”

 

“But how?” Her cries were now becoming short sniffles. “How
can that ever be? Maybe I should just go…leave, then none of us will be tortured
anymore!”

 

Trying to maintain his temper, Quatre grasped her by the
shoulders once again and pressed her against the wall, his voice steely soft.
“Relena. Look at me…now.”

 

She raised her weepy eyes, doing her best to stop her tears.
She spoke his name and his hands came up to cup her face.

 

“I’ll talk to Heero. We will work out something.” He placed
his left index finger to her lips when she began to protest. “I know Heero is
stubborn and possessive somewhat, but, if he loves you as much as he told you
he did, then like me he will do whatever it takes to make you happy.” He then
brought her to him in a tender embrace, rubbing her back with his hands. “Do
you trust me?”

 

She said nothing but nodded her head, her tears soaking
through the light cotton of his polo.

 

“Good. Now come on and lets get those knuckles checked out.”

 

 

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With a deep, calming breath, President Relena Dorlian slowly
bent both of her arms behind her back, being careful not to nudge the blade of
the knife that was held to her throat. She closed her eyes and braced herself,
though she couldn’t help but flinch at the cold steel not quite biting into her
flesh.

 

“Very good, Miss. President. Now, if you remain being a good
girl this will be a whole lot easier on you.”

 

“You’re quite the coward, sneaking up on a poor defenseless
woman while she’s in the state of undress.”

 

She heard him release a sarcastic snort as he grabbed one of
her arms and twirled her around to face him.

 

“Poor? Defenseless? Those I know your not, though I can only
imagine how beautiful you’d look all fired up and feisty.”

 

She glared at him with a look of defiance and stern voice.
“Continue manhandling and speaking to me the way you are then you may just yet
see how fired up and feisty I can be.”

 

He ignored her huff of a protest and pushed her back onto
the bed, setting the knife on the bedside table, leaving his hands free to
begin to undress his own body. “I might take you up on that offer later, but
for now I want you to be totally submissive. Oh, and don’t even think about
grabbing that knife because I guarantee I’m a whole lot quicker then you are.”

 

“If my bodyguards were here you would have never made it
past the front gates.”

 

Casually tossing the last remaining article of clothing from
his body he knelt down on the bed, forcing her back even more until his arms
had her caged in and his body had hers pinned beneath him.”

 

“But, your bodyguards aren’t here, are they?”

 

“No, but that doesn’t mean you’ll get to touch me!” With
those words she pushed against him with her hands, digging her nails into his
solid chest.

 

“Um, Relena, I think you just drew blood.” The man slowly sat back, clutching his
chest, blonde bangs in need of a haircut covered most of his eyes.

 

Scrambling to a kneeling position of her own, she hovered
over the injured body beside her and reached to turn on the bedside lamp. “I’m
sorry…I didn’t mean to be…are you okay Quatre? Did I get to rough? Does it hurt
a lot?”

 

“No, no I’m fine. It stings, but I’ve gotten worse and
survived.”

 

She grasped Quatre’s hands lightly and pried them away from
his body but underneath she saw there was no blood, only red nail marks that
were now fading. She raised her eyes to look back up at him. “I didn’t hurt
you…you lied to me.”

 

“Nah, just bent the truth a little so I could catch you off
guard for real.”

 

“What…? Quatre!” Her voice screeched a laugh when her desert
prince pulled out her legs from under her, causing her to slide flat on her
back.

 

“No…fair…you, tricked…me!” She screamed between gasps as she
fought for breath between the giggle fits caused by Quatre attacking all of the
ticklish spots on her body.

 

“Do you surrender? Huh Relena? Say uncle.”

 

“Un, un, uncle! Uncle! Just…stop!”

 

He immediately obeyed her command and ceased his actions but
then before he knew it he was the one on his back and she was atop him, her
legs straddled over his hips.

 

“You’ve got everyone fooled, ya know? They don’t realize how
much of a diabolical trickster you can be.” She spoke to him softly through a
warm smile, as her eyes left his face and settled on the crescent shaped marks
that were tracked on his chest. “But I did unintentionally maim you.”

 

A small smirk formed on his full lips as he studied her,
studying him. “Well, a kiss could make it better.”

 

She slid down her body slightly and tucked her head as she
leaned over her lover until her lips were near the mild wounds. “Just a kiss?”
She pressed her lips gingerly to the first two marks, darting the tip of her
tongue out to lick the marred area as well. She grinned herself feeling
Quatreody ody shiver underneath her just a bit.

 

“Um, yea, that definitely feels better.”

 

She smiled fully now, as she continued the wet kisses even
further down his body. She suddenly stopped however when another figure in the
room stepped out of the shadows to take a seat on the bed with them.

 

“Sorry I’m late. Paperwork, although the show you just put
on was very good.” He spoke as he reached over and took the knife in his hands.
“Though the sadomasochist role doesn’t seem to fit you too well, Quatre.”

 

Raising her body straight once again, Relena defended the
president of the Winner fortune. “You didn’t see how he was the first time we
ever...”

 

Heero leaned slightly to his side, coming face to face with
the woman that he loved and hypnotizing her with his dangerous and wild glare.
He touched her nose with his, grazing the blade of the knife from her jaw to
her clavicle where he then held it, pressing its tip gently into her skin.

 

“I meant he didn’t look the part…I didn’t say he couldn’t
play the part…I’ve seen in battle how deadly Quatre can be.”

 

Being that Relena was now straddling his thighs instead of
his hips, Quatre was able to sit himself up, his face as close to the other two
that were in his bed.

 

“It’s not nice to talk about someone in the same room as if
they’re not there. And, I really don’t think we need this prop anymore.” He
graspee exe exposed part of the knife’s hilt that Heero still held loosely in
his fist and took it from him placing the blade back on the nightstand. Seeing
with his eyes the beginnings of a kiss between one of his closet male friends
and the girl he considered his, strangely did not make him jealous, for he had
realized that she would never be exclusively his. A decision he had made, came
to terms with and had fully accepted. He had vowed to make Relena happy and if
having both of them would give her joy, then so be it. It had taken awhile to
bring Heero around to the idea of sharing “his” Relena, but like Quatre, he
only wanted to make her happy and atone for all of the misery he had made her
endure in the past.

 

The osculation soon broke, and Relena curled her fingers in
the fine hairs at the back of Quatre’s head and tugged him forward into a sole
kiss of their own, as Heero took his mouth down her neck, suckling at the soft
skin at the crook of it. Relena lightly moaned as she felt two paif skf skilled
hands, one of an assassin and the other of a musician, exploring her body,
mildly squeezing and pinching the most pliable parts of her breasts and nether
region. She shifted and bit her lip feeling a few stray fingers slipping inside
of her warm, snug depths, working their way in a motion that struck
rhythmically in just the right spot.

 

She could feel herself getting slicker with each stroke and
soon her wetness was being used to lubricate the opening of her anus, where
different fingers intruded upon; an intrusion she highly welcomed. If only
those who placed her upon a pedestal could see her now they would be truly
shocked and possibly ashamed.

 

Heero slid his hands to the sides of her waist and with a
lift and tug backward he had impaled himself to the hilt into her womanhood,
where he began moving within her gently, her body jerking with each intense
thrust. Quatre leaned into her and down somewhat, his teeth nipping at her the
centers of her breasts until they were swollen and red, firing up Relena’s
passion even more.

 

Heero’s penetrating drive had become more forceful and
Relena found herself clinging to Quatre, her hands on his shoulders, her mouth
locked onto his in a heated kiss as she allowed herself to be pushed down, her
body once more hovering over her blonde haired lover as she moved her head
further down his body, until his sex was inside of her mouth.

 

Tossing his head back slightly in a moan of wanton delight
Quatre’s fingers tangled themselves into dark honey blonde hair, his strength
dictating the speed and force of her mouths ministrations. His eyes had been
closed as he focused on the sensations, but sprang open suddenly when he felt
himself nearing the edge. Clear blue skies met smoldering blue thunderclouds as
Heero nodded slightly at the other man’s silent suggestion.

 

Relena moaned with dissatisfaction as she felt Heero pulling
himself out of her, neither one of them had come yet, but both had been close. She
realized however, what it was they wanted and so she complied, repositioning
herself over Quatre. His strained and throbbing manhood slowly began to
disappear, being taken in fully by Relena’s warm and moist depths. He hissed
slowly, the sensation overwhelming as he jerked her forward so that the rest of
him slammed into her with abandonment.
She gasped at the impact, but it did not scare her in the least and she
began to move along with him, feeling the wet, hot kisses that Heero was
placing on her back and buttocks. The lubrication was cool, but inviting
none-the-less and when Heero’s own pulsating girth took her rear entrance. She
squirmed and groaned in pure delight, giving her whole self over to the control
of the two males.

 

The three struck a wild and intense rhythm, the sweat from
their bodies mingled together, as did their cries and moans of sheer rapture,
each creating it’s own tune but all sounding as if they were in perfect
harmony.

 

Relena shuttered and gasped, scratched and pleaded, no longer
sure how much her body could take, but knowing only, that she wanted more.
Heero and Quatre, desperate and strained for release themselves, met her
requests as well as each others and soon, their unbridled, harmonious song came
to a climax as did they themselves.

 

Heero was the first to shiver in pure abandonment as he came
with a gruff cry, his seed lost deep inside of her, and his mind lost to sheer
euphoria. Then came Quatre as he reared himself into Relena a final time, his
own fluids filling her womb, before trickling back down mixing with her own
essences as well as that of the other man’s. Relena’s bottom lip quivered as
her tongue picked up on a sharp, tangy taste, realizing that it was her own
blood from having bitten her own lip from the intense and overpowering
sensations of her own climax.

 

The three came apart, only to come back together as they
curled their bodies and limbs around one another, Relena snuggled in perfectly
between her two male lovers. She couldn’t help but smile and tell them she
loved them both and that how happy she was that they cared enough to do what
they had just done and that she hoped it would never have to come to an end.

 

An hour later, as the princess slept, Quatre opened his eyes
from his own slumber, seeing Heero lying back down in the bed, obviously just
having come from the bathroom. Their eyes met and they both sat up, the covers
hiding themselves from each other’s eyes.

 

The blonde man was the first to turn his head away, as if he
was checking the time on the bedside clock. “So Heero, this has lasted a month.
Are, you tired of it all?”

 

Heero stared down at his hands, wishin had had a cigarette
to occupy them. It was a habit he had picked a year ago and was now trying to
desperately quit. “I’ll stay in this as long as she wants it. I’ve no right to
ask anything of her, not after… had had never left you would never had made
your move and she would never have been put into this situation.”

 

Quatre smiled somewhat and turned his head to face his
long-time friend. “We are in agreement then, I just wanted to be sure of your
commitment to her, for I’ll not allow you to hurt her ever again.”

 

Heero smiled a little himself, amused by Quatre’s threat,
though he was taking it seriously. “Kick my ass if I ever even think about it,
but I guarantee you won’t have to worry.”

 

Both of the men then settled their gaze upon the sleeping
female who was curled up in between them. Heero placed an open hand on her
head, smoothing away a few dark blonde strands that covered her cheeks. “Anything
for her love, right Quatre?”

 

Mimicking his fellow ex-pilot’s motions, Quatre’s own
fingers played with the honey blonde locks that fanned down her back, nodded
slightly in agreement once again. “Anything, Heero, anything.”

 

END