Cuffs & Contracts 1/3

[criminal wreckchords]

If there wasn't a strict clause in his contract about sexual relations with her person, she might seriously question why she was four stories underground in a basic cement square room handcuffed to a very uncomfortable chair, the only other thing in the room, besides the man holding the gun to her head. As it was, the woman resigned herself to a sigh.
"Relena." The voice was deep, stern. She looked up at the man as though she was bored, the look on her face obviously telling him it was a waste of time.
"Relena." The voice took on an edge most people would not be able to ignore. The woman, however, sighed again. "You need to be able to do this."
"Heero, I really don't see the point of being able to get out of a pair of handcuffs, de-arm a man with a gun trained at my head, and break out of a completely cement room whose door opens from the outside. I mean, surely, if this type of scenario were to occur, there would be a video camera watching me, several guards outside the door as well, and some sort of alert system if I were to escape."
The woman was a diplomat. Though she was used to talking her way out of a situation, she was a bit surprised when the man suddenly lowered his weapon and unlocked her cuffs. The woman may have felt a bit flushed at his close proximity, but she was not too out of it that she did not hear his 'your right'. She smiled smugly, thinking that it had been much easier than she had thought.


Three hours later?
"Heero. If this is your wry attempt at humor, it's not funny." The woman was now sitting on a very uncomfortable chair in the middle of a cement room, being watched by a motion sensor camera, and the same man was holding the same gun, still pointed at her head. The door, she noted, did look much thicker and secure, and though there was no audio recorder hooked up to the camera, she had seen the two beefy guards standing watch outside the door as she was taken in, and ultimately handcuffed yet again.
The man just stared. She glared. He glared back.
"I made a promise the day I found out who I was after I tried to kill Lady Une that I would never hold a weapon in anger again. I cannot break that promise, Heero."
"So then don't hold it in anger. Hold it in a calm reserve. Hold it because if you don't, you will die."
"I would rather die then take a life, Heero. I would rather die then betray that promise, and there is no way that I could possibly hold that weapon in your hand and point it at you right now without anger." The underlying passion in her words caused the man to take the safety off the weapon, the click slightly echoing the now cold room.
"She was five feet in front of you, and you missed. If anything, that should be proof enough that you need to be able to do this." The woman looked shocked, and then, she moved her head down, closing her eyes. She stood up carefully from the chair, mindful of the handcuffs that still bound her wrists painfully. She used that pain as a focus to control her anger. She was angry at the pain, not at him. She was angry at what he was trying to do, not at him. She was angry at the fact that he was always right, even now, not at him.
"Are you trying to turn me on?" the husk in her voice was impossible to miss. When she did look up at him, her back was to the camera, but the look of shock on his face was plain to see. Well, plain for anyone who could read expressionless faces could see. The man walked closer to her, until very few inches separated them. Slowly, her hands came up between them, slowly running up his chest in a sweet torture. He blinked slowly, almost as if in a haze, the only outwards sign of just how much she was affecting him.
Her hand came up to his cheek, trying to massage the smooth skin, but at the same time having difficulty with her wrists still chained. She frowned at that , but smiled rather seductively as she brought her hands behind his head, whispering his name. Distantly, he heard a clicking sound, but it didn't register as her body fully pressed up against his.
For a moment, he gave into temptation, and buried his head into her neck, breathing in her scent deeply and reeling in the feeling she conjured in him. He groaned out her name, the sound and feeling of his hot breath on her temporarily making her pause in her actions.
But then, her hands moved slightly, and the pain in her wrists again became apparent. She once again focused on the pain, drowning him out of her thoughts, and her fingers brushed the nape of his neck. His body shuddered beneath her fingertips, but then stiffened, his eyes going wide. Before he could say anything, a somewhat familiar blackness began to take over his thoughts. His body slumped against her, his weight falling over her form.
She had braced her legs against the chair, nailed down she guessed so that she could not use it for a weapon. It gave her the leverage she needed to hold him in the same position so the camera would not see that he was no longer conscious. Hooking one of the cuffs around his dangling wrist and the other around the chair, she faked a moan and clicked them into place.
His other hand was a bit harder, especially with the gun still balanced precariously on his fingertips. She slowly lowered herself into the chair, while allowing her hand to catch his and the gun safely, as his knees came to the ground. The initial thud, though not very loud or suspicious looking, resulted in his head being jarred, and slipping slightly down her chest, resting peacefully on her breasts as he had done so long ago.
Her heavy breathing resonated throughout the room for several long seconds as she basked in the feeling. Collecting herself, she secured his hand around the weapon, guiding it between her side and her arm, careful not to have it touching her, and yet not protruding so much it was noticeable. Tilting his hand, her own wrapped around his is in a perfect casing, and she closed her eyes. She would have to do this quickly. She steeled herself for a moment, before taking a deep breath.
A gunshot rang out from inside the room. The younger of the two guard's eyes shot wide at the sound of the Vice Foreign Minister's scream. Turning to look at the other guard who was also looking a bit surprised and unsure, he heard a pounding on the door not even two feet behind him.
"Help! Please! Heero! Oh my god! Help!" The Vice Foreign Minister's cries were enough to convince whatever reservations the older guard had, and the man's fingers trembled as he quickly typed in the ten digit code to disarm the alarm and open the door. Pushing it open, the Vice Foreign Minister quickly stepped back, ushering them in. Tears were flowing down her cheeks in a torrent, though her eyes were strangely calm.
Fearing the worst, both guards rushed over to the limp form of Heero Yuy half-splayed out across the chair, but curled away towards the other wall, one arm covering his mid section. The guards rushed forwards, looking for blood. Seeing the rather peaceful face on the usually fierce bodyguard, the younger guard stopped, while the older immediately went to inspect just how bad the wound was.
"What the-?" His surprise was cut short by the sound of a door closing and the alarms subsequently re-enabling themselves. His head whipped up only to be met by the look of horror on his fellow guard's face. Glancing down at the unconscious former gundam pilot, the man quickly backed away. He did not want to be locked in a room with this man when he came to and realized the predicament.
The guard glanced up at the camera, hoping to alert whatever security was watching to the situation if they had for some reason, not already begun to react. The same horror he saw on the other guard's face was soon mirrored on his own as he looked up at the still slightly smoking destroyed camera. Backing close to the door next to the other guard, he watched as the unconscious man began to stir. There was a moment's pause before loud banging could be heard throughout the hall.

20 minutes later?
He burst into Lady Une's office to see them having tea and a quiet conversation. Une's amused smirk seemingly mocking him only seemed enraged him more.
"Get out." Lady Une raised an eyebrow for a moment, before his glare caused her to 'hmph' and rise from her seat, leaving. Relena stood up, and turned to him, a frown marring her features. She found herself pinned against the desk, one hand quickly containing both of her smaller ones behind her back. She moaned softly, though it wasn't a sound of pleasure.
He brought her wrists up for close examination to find them darkly bruised and scraped in some places. He looked at the marks as though confused, as though he didn't understand that the handcuffs had done it. He looked up to her eyes, trying to find an explanation.
"Tell me you didn't kill the guards." Either her words did not register or he chose to ignore them. His fingers came to brush against her cheek where tears had been, though only he, whose attention to detail went beyond anal, was able to see it.
"I hurt you." It was a statement, though she wanted it to be a question.
"I'm alright." He looked deep into her eyes then, and for a moment, she felt almost transported to another world, where color was purer and fluid, and all was motion.
"You haven't been alright for a very long time. I'll make it better." Her eyes widened, and she felt a hot breath on her lips. Surely he didn't mean? Not there? Not right then?
"Contract." The word slipped passed her lips, the only one she could seem to manage to produce out of all the millions of thoughts flying through her head at that precise moment. Of all the words she could have said, she didn't think she could regret any other one as much as she did that one. He leaned back to a standing position, no longer looming over her with a passion that both frightened and excited her. A grunt was her response.
He stepped back one step, and though his eyes never lost their intensity, they did seem to be struggling with the battle that one word produced. Lady Une burst back through the door at that moment, apparently quite angry at what had gone on, her knowledge of the entire episode only just made aware.
"Just what in the hell did you think you were doing, Yuy?" Une demanded, her voice containing a bit of the edge it held through most of the war. Heero didn't seem to hear her. As though suddenly coming to a conclusion, his eyes resumed their normal unemotional gaze.
"Just three more years." The words froze her. Relena was a year into her second term as Vice Foreign Minister. In three years, she could retire, and Heero would no longer be under contract to protect her. She gulped. He walked out of the room, leaving a very angry Lady Une and a very wide-eyed Relena Dorlain in his wake.





AN: originally, this was going to be for Rose's contest, but it didn't fit the criteria. I posted it on ffn, and after having several threats towards my person, I'm continuing it! Chapter 3 will be a lemon (just as a warning). Any feedback is more than welcome, whether they're comments or criticism (I do ask it be constructive), as this is my first real post here. thanks for reading!

[Numena]

Yay!!
You posted it here!
I read this at ff.net, it's one of my favorites *does the Snoopy happy dance* It's wonderful, and funny, and..I don't have my thesaurus, so I can't think of any other words...so it's great! Yay! But wait! I don't remember a third chapter!? So there's gonna be another chapter!!??
Yay again!

[Darkwing]

WOW!
A wonderful idea!!!!!!!! LOL!
Too funny the beginning!!!!
Great!!!

[wicked]

I too read this on FF.net and I loved it then though I currently have only read this part. So I guess it's fair to say that I love that you posted it here.

I think my favorite line, for whatever reason, is Heero stating, "Three more years," before leaving Une and Relena.

I can't imagine the pent up frustration being let out. Okay I can but I'm most curious to know how you're going to use that.

~Wicked

[Melville's Best Friend]

*sigh* Oh, Heero....Does he HAVE to be such an *BEEP*
Well....Okay....so he does, but that's really NOT the point now, is it? I'm beyond happy you posted this here! I was just thinking to myself...."Why doesn't CW have any fics up?" I really was...and then...POW!!! Whammo!!!!
Here it is...And great, too, BTW!
I loved it! I can't wait for the next chapter!!!1
BTW......I LOVE your signatuures!!!! Too cute, and very honorable!

Your friend,
Melville's Best Friend



AND!!!! Your avatar kicks butt!!!!!!!!!!!!

[aljmcc]

Wheeee!!! Relena rocks! She outwitted the Perfect Soldier, a camera, two other guards and a security system! I love her! Write more, write more soon!!!

[Morrighan]

Ooh... Can't wait to see more!!

[Eden]

Seems you've already been threatened with death so I don't need to say any more. (JJ)

Very kewl, and can't wait for the next part!!

~Eden

[Kiyoko]

Haha, I can't believe that Relena got out of that! Heero was so pissed! That sux that they have to wait for three years till the contract was up. This is an awsome story and I can't wait to read the next bit.

[Beer-monster]

Wonderful...more I say. MORE!