unrequited

unrequited


disclaimer: as if the owners would let me do this to their characters!
warning: you’ll live
an: for all those who thought heero should have joined in, shame on you.

//you are haunting my reality
you lies
the only truth that I believe
you are haunting my reality
now every time I think about you
i die//


stabbing westward, lies



chapter nine/heero’s release


Enough was enough.

Heero was decided now. No more would he take of this teasing bullshit from Relena – and especially no more from his rival. Trowa Barton had twisted the situation to his advantage long enough as far as he was concerned – and it was time for it to stop. Trowa would learn not to piss of the perfect soldier - one way nothnother.

But first he had to take care of Relena.

He headed upstairs to her bedroom suite. It was past eight so he knew she was awake – even if she hadn’t sent for her usual tea and toast. He didn’t bother knocking when he entered, he never did. So when he found her in bed, naked and tied to the headboard, he was slightly taken back.

When she saw him, she cursed softly, sinking down into the mattress. “Um, could you untie me please?” She requested softly, her cheeks flooding with color.

He gulped. That wasn’t all that filled with color. This was definitely not what he expected, but an interesting development nevertheless. Something he could perhaps use to his advantage.

He approached the bed almost hesitantly, his eyes roaming over her naked flesh with startling appetite. From her creamy full breasts, the flare of her hips, the apex mound between her thighs. He willed his body to retain a cool exterior despite the sharp throbbing ache inspired by her appearance rippled through his being. And when her eyes met his as he stood over her body it took every fiber of strength in his being to not ravish her right there. It was like standing at heaven’s gate waiting to get in. So undeniably close…

Was she expecting this? Did she intend to seduce him this morning only to have it backfire? Or worse yet – did her lover leave her this way as an offering, a test? Did Trowa wish to flaunt his sordid affair in his face by leaving her like this? He had so many questions for the siren laid before him, like a sort of pagan offering to the gods.

“Please,” She whispered, her eyes locked on his.

He reached over her, his tense body hovering over hers by mere inches, his fingers just caressing the silk of her skin to reach the knotted scarf. He could feel the heat of her skin reaching for him, the smell of her skin burning his nostrils. He heard her sharp intake of breath and suddenly froze.

After a moment’s hesitation, he moved his body on top of hers, his eyes studying her face, moving from her eyes to her lips and back again. Careful not to crush her under his weight, his fingers slid down her bound wrists along her arms to her torso where they stroked the silky skin of her sides until he took hold of hips, pushing them up so she could feel the strength of his erection.

Then she moaned and he nearly came in his pants.

With deft movements he freed his massive cock from the confines of his trousers and positioned himself between her thighs and thrusted deep and hard.

“Heero,” She said his name, her eyes locked onto his.

With his glare fixed on her watery aquamarine eyes he plunged into her, deep, hard slow strokes designed to shake her to the core. He heaved forward, pushing her forward into the pillows, again and again, maintaining an agonizingly slow pace to prolong the heat. He wanted her to feel him impale her with his desire, touch her where no man would ever touch her. It wasn’t fucking. It was a lesson.

“Heero,” This time louder.

She was so silky and plaint around his aching cock he felt relief deliciously wash over him – the type of release he’d never felt before, one filled with the euphoric, primal satisfaction of claiming and branding one’s mate. He felt his seed spill into her moist cavity and completion followed. Everything he had drained into her body until he was empty. He collapsed on top of her, feeling their combined fluids against the front of his pants, between their union.

“He may have been here first but you will always be mine, Relena.” He said, slowly pulling her wrists free from the silk confines.

He pulled out and off of her, adjusting his pants and pulling his shirt forward to cover the cum stain. “You better get dressed. You have a board meeting is forty minutes.”

And with that said he left.


***


Trowa emerged from the bathroom, his expression, as per usual, unreadable. He walked toward the bed, his arms folded across his chest. “How was he?”

Relena was speechless. “I didn’t know you were there.”

He shrugged. “I never left.” His glance shifted from the door to her, watching her naked form wrap itself in a long white sheet like a Greek goddess. “You’ve been in love with him for years – you finally had him. How was he?”

She sighed, sinking down to the edge of the bed. “Intense. Unexpected.” She didn’t meet his eyes. “Are you disappointed in me?”

His laughter was light as he approached her, pulling the sheet from her body. “Disappointed? Only that he left so quick. Now we only have forty minutes. Might as well put them to good use.” He replied, pulling her towards him.

Relena attempted to push him back. “I don’t understand. What is going on here, Trowa? I mean, last night – this morning? What are you trying to do?”

He pushed her mouth into his, silencing her with the lash of his tongue against her own. “He may think he’s gotten his revenge on your cock-teasing ways, but I know better. You have come a long way my apt pupil, but I am still the teacher,” He replied, filling his palms with her breasts.

“No,” She said, startling them both. It was the first time the word has ever escaped her lips in the months they’d shared.

“What?”

She stepped back, clenching the sheet tightly over her chest with a fisted hand. “No. This has gone to far. What do you think you are doinowa?owa? This is not a game. This is just…sick. I am a person, not some object you can use for sexual experimentation. I thought you actually cared…no. Enough is enough. This is not a game anymore. This,” she waved her free hand between the two of them, “Whatever this is, it is over. I will not be your toy, or someone you use to get back at your friends. For god sakes – I just had sex with one of your best friends!”

Trowa shrugged. “You also had sex with another woman. You didn\'t seem to mind when she fucked you. To my recollection, you enjoyed it.”

Relena shook her head. “I didn’t know how bad it had gotten.” Her face was flushed with color, her eyes shining. “I am actually in pain right now. My body is covered in fluids and sweat and bruises. Do you know what it’s like going to work covered heat to toe during the hottest months of the year just so people don’t know? This is just sex. I’m still as empty as I ever was! I’m still being used…by you. And I’m tired of being used.” She sighed. “I think you should leave, Trowa. I think you should leave and never come back.”

Trowa’s expression darkened into a stoic mask – and for the first time since she’d first met him, she was afraid. She retreated another step but he did not follow. He said nothing as he backed up towards the door. “You can’t dismiss me so easily. I’m apart of you now.” He answered in deathly calm. “You need me.”

“No. I don’t.”

He said nothing and shhe dhe door behind him. As the door latched into place, Relena felt something in her throat twist and catch her breath. Something inside her told her Trowa Barton would not be dismissed so easily.


To Be Continued...