De Profundis

Chapter 8

Disclaimer: Sue me! Uhh, I mean... please don't sue me.  They are not mine. Damn.

AN: Okay... so after I saw a few of you were hoping for a lemon scene, I gave in!  Hence the new NC-17 rating. This is the first ever lemon I have wrote, so try not to hate me if it isn't all that good. ^_^ As I don't want people to leave the story because of the lemon, I have tried to keep it uncritical to the story.  I have marked the part where the lemon ends with 5 asterisk's, but be warned, without the lemon there's not much to this chapter!  Remember to review! 

Heero raised his hand to her face.   So beautiful.

He couldn’t believe what was happening, he tried to rationalize his actions, realize why he was letting this happen.   She deserved so much better than him.   But she wanted him, and only him.  

You can’t choose who you love, and she loves me.   In her eyes she deserves no more and no less.   

That feeling that he was becoming accustomed to whist around Relena, resurfaced.   The feeling that he was on the brink of loosing control, that he couldn’t stop himself doing what his body ached to do.   Suddenly, he felt Relena’s hand clasp over his.

“Heero? Is something wrong?”   He wanted to tell her that, for once, everything was completely right.   Instead he took her face in his hands, pressing his lips to hers.

Her slight gasp at Heero’s inexorable probing was silenced with hands; sliding down her body.   Hundreds of incoherent thoughts flew around her mind.   This was Relena and Heero about to make love for the first time ever and nothing would stop them.   She would finally have him completely.   The thought increased her desire tenfold.   Her hand forcefully grabbed the top of his blue jeans, lightly brushing over his obvious desire through the taut material.   Breaking the kiss, Heero pulled her hand away.

“You don’t want to do that.”   His voice was laden with desire.   He was trying to control himself, and her wondering hands were not going to help.

“I don’t?”   She teased; a seductive Relena wasn’t something Heero was used to.   Her hand positioned itself back over his jeans, which sent Heero over the edge.   Grabbing her whole body, he pushed her down onto the bed, where he followed; straddling her.

“I told you I don’t want to hurt you.   If I loose contr-…”   Heero’s words were cut short by her tongue delving into his mouth, he wanted her so much he didn’t have the strength to stop her; it felt like it went on forever, a passionate duel of the mouths.   Slowly Heero broke away from her, breathing hard.

“I want you to loose control.”   Heero looked up into her eyes.   Those eyes; asking him to make love to her.   She wanted him to do it as much as he needed to.

“If I hurt you-   I just don’t want you to regret this.”   Relena smiled, she knew that if there was one thing in the world that she would never regret, it would be loosing her virginity to Heero.

“Mission Accepted.”   Giggling Relena was swept into another passionate kiss.   Seconds passed that felt like an eternity, Relena could feel Heero’s need for her pressing into her thigh. He shifted his weight making him press into her more which elicited a strangled groan from the regal Princess, the feel of his body so close to her own created an almost painful ache that filled her body.   She needed him inside her and she needed it now.

“Heero…”   He knew what she wanted, he was a virgin himself, but it seemed to be some sort of primal instinct taking over.   He knew what she wanted, and he wasn’t about to deny her.   He rose from her body; missing the feeling of her covered skin already.   Heero grabbed his shirt, and in one sharp movement it was off, baring his chest to her.   Relena’s eyes grew wider as she took in the sight of him.   Perfect.  

It was all she could think.   His body was what she always had imagined; flawlessly toned.   He had changed so much from the scrawny teenage boy he was.   Reaching out she traced the outline of his muscles with her hands, she could see and feel the effect she was having on him.   His breath was ragged, and his eyes were locked with her own, unspoken words traveled along their gaze.   Understanding; Relena lifted her body from the bed allowing Heero to drag her thin nightgown over her head, leaving her clad only in her underwear.

Heero stopped, drinking in the view of her body.   He’d never seen this much of a woman before; he saw her slight blush as he dragged his eyes across her slender figure.

Wasting no time, Heero took her waist with his hands lifting her body slightly from the mattress.   Lowering his mouth to her stomach, he traced feathered kisses along from her navel slowly higher, until reaching her breasts, still delicately encased in her satin brassiere.

Relena wanted so much more.   Gently taking his hands, Relena moved them to her back, allowing Heero to discard the annoying garment.   Fumbling with the clasp, Heero decided that brut force was the only way to be rid of it, with a gentle yet firm tug, the bra ripped off freeing her supple breasts.   Heero lightly traced his hands across their nub.   The feeling was indescribable to the both of them.   Relena arched her back, pushing her body upwards, it almost felt involuntary, like some instinct to feel him closer to her took over.

Not wanting to refuse the demands of her or his own body, Heero bent down to the soft flesh taking the tip of one of the breasts with his mouth.   She cried out and she felt an electric flash of pleasure.   The feeling was so foreign, the pleasurable waves coursed through her one by one as Heero tenderly sucked and bit on her painfully hard breasts.

“Oh God, Heero…”   Her voice was breathy, she was barely able to construct a sentence in head let alone speak the words; the pleasure created by Heero’s mouth caressing her pert tips was too much.   She felt something building up within her, a fiery throbbing in the pit of her abdomen.   Looking down, she saw Heero working harder and faster on her breasts, making her reach the edge of ecstasy .   She took his head in her hands, tangling her fingers in his thick mane.  

Feeling her fingers firmly grasp his head, Heero took that as a sign he was doing something right.   Taking the tip of her left breast in his teeth he felt Relena buck under him.   Her head pressed down hard into the pillows supporting her.   She let out a vocal moan as Heero slowly removed himself her reddened breasts.   A comfortable silence was bestowed upon them. Heero looked up into her eyes, watching her gradually calm from her new experience.

“Well, I’ve never done that before.”   Relena flatly stated, as Heero smiled wryly and claimed her lips again with his own.   Passion burning through every point where their bodies touched.

This time round she wasn’t going to let him get away from her.   Again, Relena slid her hands across the top of his jeans, nimbly unfastening the cool metal zip, freeing Heero’s hardened member.   Trying to stop her, but refusing to break the passionate kiss, Heero crushed his body to hers.   His arousal pressed, again, into her upper thigh.   She gasped at the sensation, curtly breaking the kiss.   The feeling was more pronounced now that the rough material of his jeans wasn’t obscuring it.   She could see in his face that their contact was affecting him just as much. Trying to gain control, Relena locked her legs around his waist pulling him towards her.   His groan as he squeezed his eyes shut, gave her the opportunity she needed.   Pushing him up, she managed to flip Heero onto his back.   He didn’t even acknowledge the fact he was now looking up at her rather than down.   All he felt was the torturous sensation of her lips on his body, moving dangerously lower and lower…

“Wait.” Heero grabbed her hand, a hand that was just about to go to the point of no return.

Relena, slid herself up his torso, making sure that he felt every inch of her skin on his, languidly she assured him with a deepened kiss that he could trust her to do this for him.

“Trust me.”   Without any further spoken words, just silent communication through their eyes, Relena pulled on his jeans, slipping them down his legs.   Just one more obstruction.

She slid her fingers under the top of the waistband, lightly tracing her hand along his waist inside his boxer shorts.   She felt a wonderful elation as she saw the effect her mere touch was having on him.   With the same fierce force Heero had used, Relena yanked down on the shorts bearing him to her completely.   Fascinated by its rigid posture, Relena placed her hand around him, feeling the soft, sensitive flesh.   Heero tried to stifle his groans but when she slid her hand towards the tip, he couldn’t take it any longer.   He had never felt this before, he had always ignored the demands of his body, refusing to succumb to his animalistic tendencies.   But if this is what it felt like; just to be touched, then maybe giving into his sexual needs wouldn’t be all bad.

Relena continued to trace her hand up and down his member, refusing to give him release.   She watched his reactions intently, seeing where the tenderest spot was.   Brushing past the silken tip, she watched his body writhe.   Heero knew that if she did that again it would be all over.  

“Stop.”   Relena knew that he was on the edge, and it was just what she wanted.   If she could push him far enough, he would loose that steely shroud.

Rubbing her thumb over the top of his erection Heero let out a chocked cry.   That is definitely it.

Harshly grabbing both of her wrists he pinned her to the bed, positioning himself over her.   He looked down into her eyes seeing the pure delight at his dominance.

“You enjoy torturing me?”   Relena’s alluring gaze wandered down to her waist, as she noticed she was still wearing her panties.   She locked her eyes with his as she skillfully removed the article of clothing, discarding it onto the floor.

“End it then.”

Heero wanted so much to free himself from his desire.   Free himself from the unfamiliar ache that burned him inside out.   But he would control it, he wanted this to be special for her.   He knew that he could hurt her if he fell victim to his own needs.   Cupping her face with his hands, he slowly kissed her; a light brushing of the lips.   Relena had never felt so loved in her entire life.

“Alright.”   Heero stared into her crystal blue eyes, awaiting permission to continue.   Her single nod was all he needed.

To make it easier for her, Heero traced a hand, tenderly down between her legs, softly pushing through her moist folds to rub her hard nub with his thumb.   Her body instantly reacted, her breath caught in her throat as a vociferous groan tore through the air.

“Oh God…”   Relena chocked out the words as Heero roughly pushed his lips to hers, wasting no time in plundering their depths.   He skillfully moved his fingers to thrust inside her, without stopping his incessant rubbing of her sensitive center.   Making her body squirm under his intimate touch.

Feeling her natural lubricant,   Heero leisurely slid his fingers in and out.   While watching Relena thrusting her hips upwards to not loose the feeling of him inside her.

“Now Heero, please.”   Recognizing his own need for relief in her; he removed his hand from her; unbearably slow.

“Heero… God please…”   Relena gritted her teeth as Heero maneuvered himself to enter her.   She could feel the tip of him pressing into her silken flesh.

“Give me your hand.”   Heero wanted this to be as quick and painless as possible.   Their hands intertwined locking into a fierce grip.   Quick and painless.

Without taking his eyes from hers, Heero brusquely thrust inside her.   The feeling of being totally buried inside her was indescribable.   He felt all the barriers collapse and she gave herself to him totally.   But he had hurt her.   Her piercing cry as he felt nothing but pure bliss had been nothing but sheer agony for her.   She clung to him intensely, her nails digging into his back, as hot tears stung her eyes.

“Relena, I’m sorry.”   She didn’t respond, she continued her grip on his body, trying to ignore the dull throbbing that seemed to resonate less and less through her body.

“Look at me Relena.”   Heero gently tipped her chin to see her tear streaked face.

“I’ll stop if you want me to.”   Relena smiled, feeling the pain gradually dispel.

“Don’t you dare.”   Heero placed a soft kiss on her forehead making her sigh heavily at feeling him within her.   But he didn’t move, he was trying to keep as still as humanly possible so she could get used to feel of him inside her.   But she had other ideas; rocking her hips forward, she caused him to shift out of her slightly.   Her cry this time had no trace of pain at all.   Taking the hint, Heero pushed himself back within her, watching her face intently.   She bit down on her lower lip, just the slightest movement made waves of pleasure flow through her.

“Don’t stop, Heero… don’t-“   Her words were cut off by a penetrating grunt as Heero withdrew and thrust into her again with incredible force.

Heero continued to thrust into her, harder and faster with each passing second.   Relena tightened her grip on their intertwined fingers, loudly vocalizing her pleasure.   Her moans intensified with each forceful drive.   Relena matched his fast rhythm, thrust for thrust, but she needed more, she wanted every inch of him to be buried inside her sleek womanhood.   Wrapping her legs around his waist she pulled him towards her, sucking in a hot breath as he rammed into her deeper.   He throatily groaned, as she grinded her hips to him, taking him in to the hilt.   Heero could feel his release upon him, yet he was determined to satisfy her before himself.

Heero rested his head on her shoulder, biting and kissing the soft flesh causing Relena tighten her legs around him.   Mirroring his move, she buried her face in his shoulder, muffling her cries of rapture.

Heero felt the intense build-up within himself become unbearable.   Using his arms to hold himself up, he slammed himself down to her, fully loosing himself in her body.   The steady pace of before, became frenzied chaos.   Heero forced her head up to his roughly driving his tongue into her mouth, not letting her free of the kiss as he felt her tighten around him.   Her moaning suddenly eliciting into euphoric screams as Heero gained release.

Relena’s body shook almost violently with her own relief, convulsing beneath Heero as he remained inside her.   Seconds that seemed to pass like hours drifted by.   Their bodies still joined, Relena wrapped her arms around him; embracing tightly, her erratic breath finally calming.   Heero opened his eyes to stare into hers, they were blurred with salty tears.

“I hurt you.”   It was a statement, not a question.   Relena grabbed his arm squeezing it slightly.

“No, you could never hurt me.”   Heero felt an overwhelming need to hold her tight and never let go.   He would die before he would let anyone hurt her.   Especially himself.

He delicately traced the marks caused by her tears, wiping them away, there was no need for tears.   Accepting her sincerity, Heero slid his arms under her taking her into a sweeping embrace lifting her to sit up from the mattress.  Relena placed her hands of his chest, sliding down his torso.

“I don’t know if I’m ready to say..."  Heero hesitated  "I don’t know if I can ask you to wait until I can-”

“I know you can’t say it now, but I need you to know that I-“   Relena paused, her heart-stopping.   “I love you, Heero.”   He shut his eyes tightly; that constricting ache returning to his heart.

“I’ll always love you, no matter where you go, or what you do.   Nothing will ever make me turn away from you.”   Relena saw the uncertainty in his features, she cupped his face with her hands, kissing him softly.  

“Nothing.”  

Heero searched her eyes once again.   What she was saying; she believed it through and though.   Nothing or no-one could take her away from him, she would always be his.

“You’ll wait?”   Heero’s usually cold and unfeeling tone melted into a childlike plea.

“No matter how long it takes.”  

If he had never known before, now he knew how blessed he was to have her.   Her concern and interest in him that had annoyed and confused him when they first met, developing into a deeper more understated relationship.   He had taken it for granted before, he was stupid enough to think he could live his life without it.   Right now, he was sure death would have been a less cruel fate.  

Taking her hands from his face, Heero laid her down to once again make love to the woman he couldn’t imagine his existence without.

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[Space Colony: L-4]

Breaking into the Winner family database had been much easier than he first anticipated. My training coming into full effect, he mused.   But he had been wrong anyway, the young Mr. Winner didn’t know where the scientists were at all, in fact he had been recently trying to contact them himself; futilely though.   It seems that they had disappeared over 6 months ago from their research facility and never said a word, all 5 of them just vanished, leaving no trace.   No matter; he would find them eventually. There was no escaping the fact that the Gundams they were creating was their design, and that he had to silence them before they could correct their mistake.   He knew that Dourchov was becoming suspicious of him, the subtle tailing and spying from afar wasn’t subtle enough.   If Dourchov didn’t trust him to find the scientists he would locate them himself; he had to get to them first before that happened.

Foster lightly placed his hand on his gun, obscured by his full-length black coat.   He would silence them, when the time came he would end the lives that had caused so much trouble.   Sighing he looked at his watch, his ‘friend’ was late.   It wasn’t a good sign.   He mentally agreed with himself that he would wait another 5 minutes and then he was on his own.   No sooner than the thought came, did his associate arrive.   Lowering his head in a single nod in his direction, the other man tapped his side twice.   Showtime.

He casually made his way other the road, not taking his eyes from the suspicious man, who had started walking away, signaling for him to follow.   He did as silently asked, knowing he was taking his life into his own hands by cooperating, but if his claims were valid, it was worth the risk.  

Finally, the man stopped in front of a run down building, that had been earmarked for demolition.   Perfect place for a secret meeting.   Also the perfect place to kill someone, his thoughts reminded him.   Shaking it off, Foster stopped behind the man, silently waiting for him to break the silence.

“I can tell you where they are.”   The man turned around, an unlit cigarette in his mouth.

“But it’ll cost ya.   Hundred thousand at least.”   Foster flipped a Zippo lighter from his pocket, holding it up to his cigarette.  

“Heh, thanks.”   Blowing a long drawn out breath of smoke, he stated his demands.

“Lemme get this straight for ya, I don’t care about your little set-up, or your world domination plans, it isn’t the first time I’ve seen the Earth in front of a firing squad ya know?”   Foster kept a stiff and unyielding expression.

“It’s old news, and us colonists are tired of it.   Mr. Winner takes care of us here; that’s all I have to worry about.   So if I give you what you want, then you leave me alone right? I’m not involved.”  

“Right.”

“Then we have an agreement?”   The man raised his brow.

“We do.”

“Good, good.”   The man stepped forward and continued in a hushed tone.

“Even walls have ears.   Know what I’m saying?”

“What about the information I wanted?”   Foster had decided that this man wasn’t a threat, just an annoyance.

“Right, right… “   The man began looking around again, irritating Foster, the place was deserted and falling apart, no one was even around, let alone bugged.    After his visual inspection of the area, the man reached inside his jacket pulling out a blue file, the top if it was labeled ‘Winner Corporation – CONFIDENTIAL SEAL’.   He tapped the name on the folder twice.

“There are some things my young employer doesn’t trust his computers with.   These are sealed documents, they’re not supposed to exist.   But here they are.”   He smirked.   Foster reached for the folder, just to have it pulled from his grasp.

“Oh no pal, what guarantees do I have that you’ll keep your word?”   Foster yanked the man forward, grabbing the folder.

“Hey!”   He flipped through the file, detailed information on the scientist Doktor S filled the folder, including his current whereabouts.   Foster smiled.

“I guess you don’t.”   At that, he released his new acquaintance, pushing him back.   Turning on his heels, he began to leave.

“Hey! What about my money? I took a lot of risks to get that thing, I’m not gonna let it go so easily!”   Noticing that he wasn’t stopping, the man decided it was time for more drastic measures.   Pulling out a gun, he held it up, pointing in his direction.   Hearing the sharp click of the safety release, Foster stopped.

“I don’t think you heard me.   My money pal, or one of us doesn’t leave this building.”   Foster smiled, his previous concern had been spot on.   People are so predictable.

In one distinct motion, Foster fired at the other man, his gun ripped from its position in his hands, making him cry out in pain as he fell to the ground.

“I heard you.   You’ll get your money.”   The man just looked up at him in awe as he left the building with the folder he had risked his life to obtain.