A.N. I apologize for the delay in getting this chapter out and available to the masses. My excuses: term paper, final projects, final exams, house renovation, work, flooding, computer dying, nervous breakdown. Beyond that let's not discuss it. ;; I hope to have the next part out in better time, but the fic has started writing itself and is determined to develop something resembling a plot. This was SUPPOSED to be the final chapter complete with happy ending, but Heero decided to be an ass bashes him with mallet in traditional righteously indignant anime girl style and Wufei is demanding more screen time. So we'll have to wait and see what happens. Hope you enjoy!
Censor yourselves! This fic does contain content of a sexual nature though it has been edited for a large portion of said content (about 800 words gone bye bye). Please heed the R rating! Please note that this is the lime version. The full lemon version can be found on MediaMiner. The url is available on my author page.
Chapter Summary: In which Relena finally gets that ride she's been wanting and Heero is very stupid, leading to something that almost resembles a plot.
An Out of Control Sequel
by
Smarty Cat
smartycat9383yahoo.com
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Part 4 -- Desire
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"I will obey all orders."
Heero towered over her sprawled form, straight and tall and oh so masculine, his hands clenched at his sides and trembling slightly. Relena stared up at him, caressing the planes of his form where his shirt clung to his damp torso with adoring eyes. His own glittered back at her, hot and dark and burning, branding her skin, and she felt suddenly self-conscious under his gaze.
She licked her lips nervously and shivered when he focused on the movement with concentrated intensity. His eyes flicked to hers, and they stared at each other in absolute silence. To show uncertainty now would end the game that had sprung up between them, but Relena had to know. She mouthed the words her pride and the unspoken rules they followed would not let her say.
Are you sure?
Surprise flickered openly across his face. His eyes widened and softened for a split second before returning to hooded blue fire, and he inclined his chin briefly.
Yes.
A heady thrill raced in an electric arc across Relena's body, bringing a warm rosy flush to her skin. He was wild and dangerous, but he had freely chosen to submit to her will. A wicked smile curved her lips, and her hand closed around her riding crop as she contemplated how far her control over him extended. She brushed its edge idly across her hip as she rose onto one elbow, luxuriating in the sudden rush of sensuality.
"Heero, take off your jacket."
His eyes never left her as he shrugged out of the leather bearing the Preventer logo and allowed it to fall carelessly to the floor.
"And the shirt."
The green tank top was easily pulled over his head and discarded, and Relena felt a warm fluttering start in the pit of her stomach as his muscles flexed and rippled with the casual movement. The memory of his taste lay vividly on her tongue, and her body thrummed with the desire to experience it again. She drew her legs up and rose slowly to her feet, feeling as if the very foundations of the earth were shaky. Heero remained still as she sauntered to him, stopping an armslength away. Relena extended her hand and gently drew the tip of the riding crop in a line across his waist, very careful to keep a distance between them.
"Heero, take off your pants."
He stepped out of his shoes and reached for the buckle of his belt, but Relena's crop stilled his hand with a light tap.
"Did I say you could take off your shoes?" Warning mixed smoothly with amusement in her husky murmur.
Heero's dark gaze flicked from her face to the crop that was ever so slowly drifting down the tent at the front of his pants. His nostrils flared as his eyes fell closed, and he responded with a hoarse groan.
"What was that, Heero? I'm afraid I didn't quite catch it."
"Obstacle . . . to the . . . mission," he forced out, muscles shivering with eagerness.
Relena laughed breathlessly and pulled the crop away. "We can't have that, can we?" Her voice dropped to a silken purr as she studied him from beneath hooded eyelids. "Eliminate them all."
When that was done she gently drew him closer. He came easily, willingly to her, fisting one hand in her hair as she nipped and licked at his clavicles. Relena pulled away and stared up at him coyly through her lashes as she twined her fingers with his. She raised his hand, settling it firmly over her heart.
"Heero . . . touch me."
He obeyed.
Afterward they lay together entwined and breathless on the carpeting, the clock on the wall ticking away their time together. When lucidity returned to Relena she started dusting feathery kisses across his skin until she reached his mouth. Heero gathered her close and curled around her protectively as he returned her caresses. There had been no time for cuddling after their first union, and it was a novel experience. They kissed long and slow and languid, tongues twining together in a lazy dance. Relena pulled away reluctantly when she felt the first stirrings of desire reawaken.
"I have to go. The Parisian ambassador will be expecting me soon, and I should probably change first." She caressed his face tenderly with her fingertips and felt a sinking feeling of loss as shutters fell across his eyes.
Heero nodded silently, pulling out of her and turning away as he began to gather their scattered clothes. Relena studied his closed off expression warily from the corner of her eye as they dressed side by side, but it did not waver. He straightened her hair and habit for her, his hands gentle but strangely impersonal. Relena turned, rising up on her toes to kiss his cheek at the door, and he looked at her squarely.
"Will you be coming back?"
She smiled uncertainly, searching his gaze for some clue, some sign. "Don't I always? If you want me to I will."
His eyes narrowed, but he nodded curtly, opening the door and escorting her into the hallway.
"Have a good day, Vice-Foreign Minister. I hope I solved the problem for you."
Relena's eyes widened and her face paled as though he had struck her a physical blow, and she reached for him, but he had already closed the door. Her fingers lingered hesitantly over the speaker button, but this was hardly something they could discuss publicly. She slumped against his door miserably, pressing her hands against the cold wood and raising sorrowful eyes to the ceiling.
"You'll obey all orders, right, Heero?" she whispered quietly. "Love me."
Wufei watched as Heero slumped in his desk chair and buried his head in his hands. He eyed his subordinate with a strange blend of contempt and compassion before checking his watch and switching off the television. Wufei spun in his seat and pulled the incriminating footage out of its recorder, yanking open the bottom drawer of his desk. The disk in its protective case clattered loudly against the bare steel before a stack of loose papers were tossed in on top to conceal it.
The Chinese man turned a key in the drawer lock and stashed the small item in his pocket. He grabbed an object off his desktop and leaned back in his chair, kicking his feet up on the desk. Wufei regarded the small, plainly packaged porno disk in his hand with narrowed eyes.
"I knew that boy would be a bad influence on her."