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A Cell Without Walls Part 4
By HourGlass
Life went on for me at the Khushrenada mansion. I'd have a three hour tutoring session every morning, then a nice stroll in the rose gardens where I spent most of my free time. I ate all my meals out there and sometimes I'd sit on one of the stone benches, just reading for hours until it got too dark for me to make out the words on the pages. Then, at night I would take a long bath, and get out just in time to slip on my nightclothes and make the ever-long journey down the corridors to Treize's chambers. I hated that I had grown used to the ritual; I knew that I'd forever be resentful of the act of love because of my first experience. I thought it could never be special again. All my dreams of spending the perfect night with the one I loved holding me in his arms were crushed. I'd completely block everything out of my mind. Treize's body over mine, his touches, the sensations I felt, I ignored them all. I put myself in another dimension, it made things easier. Each night I was farther and farther away in my mind. I'd think about my childhood, how I ended up here, my father...and Heero.
After the first night, I made a habit of going back to my own bed after we finished. I thought it made it a little less casual, and more business-like. If I were to be his personal prostitute, then I was going to do it in a professional manner. I had to hold on to what dignity I had left.
One night, I was walking down the hall to Treize's room and as always I stopped at the closed door and took a deep breath, gathering all my strength, reciting a silent prayer. Then I heard a noise from behind the door... It sounded like music. I pressed my ear closer and discovered it was classical; Mozart. Instead of knocking, I slowly opened the door to find Treize sitting in his gigantic red armchair by the fireplace reading. In front of him was a smaller red chair, which I guess was meant for me since it had not been there the night before. So I quietly took a seat and waited for him to look up from his book. While I was waiting, I noticed what the book was; it was a poetry collection.
"Good evening Miss Relena," He said soft, but firmly, without looking up from his book. It was the first thing he said to me every night. As always, I said nothing in return, I'd only wait. I refused any conversation in our time spent together. I never uttered a single word once I stepped inside his room. I was not there for small talk; I was there to pay my debt, to comply with a contract we had made.
"Miss Relena, tell me; do you enjoy Lord Byron?" He spoke placidly as he gently closed the book and placed it on a small glass-topped table beside him.
Still, I said nothing and glared at him, forming balls of raging flames in a mental fantasy, and heaving them at that. Why is he doing this to me? Why couldn't he just get it over with and let me leave? He knew I didn't want to speak to him, to have anything at all to do with him. I said nothing, but thought to myself. Lord Byron was actually one of my favorite poets. He was so hopelessly romantic. I loved the feeling I had when I read one of his poems, secretly imagining a certain blue eyed boy and I in love. I noticed the awkward silence, and looked down at the ground, waiting. Soon I heard Treize's deep eloquent voice cut through the quiet sound of the crackling fire and my own breathing.
She
walks in Beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry
skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her
aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which
Heaven to gaudy day denies.
One
shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless
grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er
her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express,
How pure, how
dear their dwelling-place.
And
on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet
eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of
days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart
whose love is innocent
It was a really beautiful poem, and his voice was liquid as he spoke. So fluid and flawless that It was more like a lullaby than a poem. Still, hearing such beautiful words from Treize, tarnished the piece nonetheless. His handsome head lifted up from the book to stare me back in the eye, a placid look on his face.
"Relena. I know you hate me."
Silence.
"But this little girl, cold shoulder, silent treatment truly doesn't suit a diplomat like yourself. You're not a little girl anymore, Relena. You may be fifteen years old, young and naïve to many things in this world. But you understand politics better than most of the board members of Oz. I'm the only one who sees this in you besides your brother. You may not know this, but your brother and I have been good friends for quite some time. He didn't tell me about you until I did some research and found out myself. He knows you're here of course, but not under what conditions. I told him I would protect you for him, which is half the truth."
The last part was said in a musing, half hearted tone that Relena found disrespectful to Zechs, but she felt her shoulders relax, and her mind opening up. She was actually listening to what he said. Not that she really had a choice, there wasn't much else on her mind she preferred to think about.
As Treize finished sipping his wine, he continued.
"My point is, Miss Relena, is that why not make things a little easier here. I'm not the monster you'd like to think I am. I'm a survivor, like yourself. Don't think for a second that I disagree with a lot of the views you speak of concerning pacifism and strategies of peace. But humanity needs war, they crave death and violence. We have a natural will to conquer all that disagrees with us. We are unable to be peaceful. And, for now, the only way to obtain a manageable alliance with the colonies and the Earth's government is to war. I'm not masochistic, just smart."
He paused again to take another sip of his wine, just barely wetting his lips.
"I would never ask you to change your views and ideals. In fact I encourage them, which is why I made this arrangement to protect you. You are a flower rising above the snow, fighting the wind and cold, but still as beautiful and tranquil as ever. I admire you more than you'd probably ever believe. I would kill to obtain the peace you speak of in my lifetime. And unfortunately, most feel that killing is necessary. You cannot defy human nature, my dear. But you can love me, and take me for the monster that I am and allow me to always protect you, my flower. So that you will never freeze over and die, so that you may always stay beautiful and pure. You are the world's comfort. You're what soldiers come back home to, what old men like me fantasize about, what Lord Byron writes about. That pure innocent love, that untarnished desire to make things better. I love it, and I love you for it. Please, say something Relena."
A hint of desperation flickered in his dark eyes. For a moment I thought he might shed a tear, but then I realized it was me. I didn't know what to think, but I knew he wasn't lying. I couldn't believe then that he was right, that humanity would always be the same, and history would continue to repeat itself in a never-ending cycle of bloodshed. But I did want to be a beacon for the world. A symbol of peace. How could I be that standing next to the Devil himself? No one would follow me then. Or maybe... Maybe it would reinforce my ideals. I'd be stronger, I'd have support. I'd be a puppet, but it might just lead the people into some alternative peace. There would still be bloodshed, but the hatred could be minimized. Treize could be the emphasis I was lacking. Or it could all be a fluke, and this will end up ruining me forever, and I'd be a hypocrite unworthy of living. I held back my emotions, and thought like a diplomat. This could be like how the old kingdoms used marriage to obtain peace. It could work.
"I understand." Was all I could muster at the time.
There was no glee apparent in Treize's movements, his face looked as cunning and emotionless as always, but somehow I felt something inside him change. Or maybe it was something inside me changed about the way I saw him. He had a heart, and for a split second, he opened it to me. No one had ever done that. All my life I had been the bleeding heart, my emotions always on my sleeve. But in all that time, there had been no one who had ever confided in me. It felt strangely satisfying to have Treize look weak if only a brief moment.
"You're dismissed" was all he said to break the silence of my thoughts. It took me a minute to register what he was saying. I could go back to my room? Go to bed? I didn't have to go through another night of self hatred?
Treize must have caught the confusion on my face,
"You can go to bed now, go on, you may leave."
But something inside of me didn't want to go. Something darker inside of me, something I'd never felt before in all my life... Maybe I had just grown up. Either way, I heard the screams of the sheltered little girl inside me echo throughout my nerves, but the new me had already taken over, and killed her.
Slowly I stood. Instead of turning around to the door, I looked straight ahead into Treize's eyes, and moved forward.
"You don't have to stay tonight, leave me be." He said looking away into the fireplace, waving me along with a flick of his wrist. He was slightly drunk, but concealing it very well, as all aristocrats can do with natural-born talent. I ignored his muttered dismissal, and approached him even more, getting dangerously close. There was no turning back now, and I got a slight rush of adrenaline, not knowing what this new person would do next.
When I came within an arms reach, he looked up at me again, realizing that I wasn't going to leave. I placed an arm on either side of the chair, and pulled myself onto Treize's vacant lap, my knees now placed on either side of the infinitely confused older man.
"What are you doing? Get out of here."
Hearing his stern, eloquent voice only encouraged me. Slowly, I placed soft kisses all along his neck and jawline, moving my way slowly toward his slightly parted lips, gently stained with the red wine he'd been sipping long before I even arrived in his room. I felt two strong arms stretch themselves around me, and two warm hands stroking the exposed skin of my back, down to the silky cover of my nightgown, which was a bit more revealing than the nightgown I had worn the first night that now seemed so long ago. It was white satin, with a bold plunge past my chest bone, and a lacy tease just above to hide any view. The straps were as thin as string, and fell to either side of my shoulders as I pulled Treize's lips to my own with gentle hands.
Gently he teased my lips, trailing them with his wine flavored tongue, then pressing his lips on mine to sponge up the taste he had left. Finally I felt the smooth wetness of his tongue enter my mouth, filling it with the taste of warm alcohol, swirling, tasting, plunging, our mouths intertwined 'til neither of us could take anymore.
In one swift movement, I felt myself being lifted by my thighs (still straddling his waist) and being placed gently on the bed. Quickly, but without haste he pulled off my nightgown, and let it slither to the floor in a small pool of glossy whiteness.
Kisses spread down my shoulders and chest to my stomach and thighs, and I arched my back in anticipation. His strong warm hands covered my waist, stomach and hips, moving up to my breasts to squeeze and tantalize. His thumbs running over my peaked nipples causing me to burn with lust.
I sat up to start taking his clothes off, I couldn't wait to see his chiseled body, and fill it on top of me like so many nights before. But this time it was different.
Button by button I managed to remove his shirt, spreading my hands over his broad chest and shoulders, grazing his back with my nails. I moved my touch downward, passing his hard stomach, and into on to the crotch of his pants. I felt his gigantic bulge, pulsating, in pain for me to just squeeze, or massage him. It wasn't long before I worked on his belt, and then unzipped his constraining pants to find Treize completely naked. I felt the heat from his body rise, as it touched my equally bare flesh. The warmth felt like nothing I've ever felt before.
He nipped and bit at my neck, licking and sucking my breasts, stroking between my thighs with his delicate fingers. An occasional moan escaped my lips and I could feel him going faster with more anticipation with every noise I made. When I found myself on the edge, I pushed against his chest to flip him over so I could be on top, and he willingly permitted.
Soon I was licking his stomach, working my way down to his throbbing member. I wet my lips, and traced a line with my tongue underneath the shaft, working my way up to the head, teasing him a little, then swirling my tongue downward to the base until finally engulfing the enormity into my throat, gagging from the length. I then decided to use my hands and mouth to work in a similar motion to keep from gagging, massaging his sac with my freehand.
When I realized he was close, I stopped and looked up at his face to see his brow furrowed in pleasure, and a slight grunt sounded from his throat. Once he opened his eyes he immediately flipped me back underneath of him and slipped inside of me with no warning. I threw my head back at the sudden burst of pleasure, my mouth forming a soundless circle. I looked into Treize's eyes to see his look of determination, sweat beading at his brow as he moved faster and faster inside of me, thrusting harder and harder- almost violently. It was too much for me to bear, I wrapped my legs around his back, pushing back as hard as I could, burying him deeper and deeper inside of me.
Surprisingly, he slowed down, and turned over so I'd be on top. He'd never done this before. He put his hands on my hips, and showed me how to move, pushing me up, forward, and down, not coming up too far so as not to hurt him when I moved down again. Once I got the hang of it, I leaned forward and continued the motion, feeling him moving against my G-spot over and over, feeling my nerves fire up, waiting for release, until finally I stopped moving and moaned and screamed from the ecstasy that overwhelmed my body. Treize grabbed my hips again and moved them robotically the way he had shown me, my body like a rag doll, exhausted from the orgasm. Soon after, he came as well, shooting his seed inside of me and throwing his head back with a euphoric grunt, his face contorting from the pleasure. I collapsed in top of him as soon as I felt his last thrust.
I laid my head on his chest, sticky with perspiration, both of us heaving for air, bathing in the aftermath of our orgasms. I felt his hand stroke my hair, and move down my back, repeatedly, moving me into a state of being half asleep it was so relaxing. Treize must have noticed me slipping into slumber so he pulled himself out and moved me to his side to tuck me in, and pulling the sheets over himself as well, and turned off the light. The crackling of the fireplace was the only noise, with only a few burning embers left to dim the room.
Right as I was slipping into a deep slumber I heard Treize's faint whisper into the darkness, so close to my ear.
"Relena, will you marry me?"
TO BE CONTINUED.... ;