(songfic) Get Down Make Love 1xR NC-17

[War Dove]

GW and its characters don’t belong to me but to Sunrise/SOTSU Agency etc.etc.

Don’t own, am not affiliated in anyway to Nine Inch Nails or this song Get Down Make Love.

Written about 3 years ago.


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“That meeting was infuriating!” Relena slammed down her weekly planner shaking everything that was on the dresser. Heero looked up from where he was sitting in the chair, sipping his cup of coffee, draped only in his robe and reading a well-thumbed novel that Quatre had lent him. He released a sigh and continued to watch and listen to Relena as she threw her fit; he smiled, knowing how shocked most would be if they knew their docile, diplomatic Minister had such a bad temper.

“They say they don’t agree with my philosophies and that they don’t understand why people put such faith in a woman as weak as me? How Heero? How am I weak? I’m out there everyday busting my butt breaking my back trying to accomplish some type of stability in the war infested universe and they have the gall to tell me I’m weak! That I’ll accomplish nothing! Those men! I could kill them all!”

He found himself suddenly being given a bug-eyed furious stare from Relena. He shrugged his shoulders. “What do you want me to say?”

Relena threw up her arms and screamed through clenched teeth, slamming herself onto the bed sitting with her back turned to Heero. “Something other than what you just said!”

Heero sighed again, shaking his head a little, wondering how her anger towards those men had been turned against him. A year ago such a comment from her would have thrown him into his own little tizzy and resulted in an argument, but he had realized over time it was just a way for Relena to cope and that deep down she meant no disrespect to him. In truth, he really was her only means of venting her frustrations because the world always expected her to gentle, even tempered and understanding. Besides, there were other ways he knew of allowing her to vent.

Heero’s mind began thinking along the topic of Relena and other men as he had completely forgotten about the novel that had been in his hand and was now on the small table along with the coffee cup. He had been surprised in a way that the first time they had ever made love she had not been a virgin as he had expected, but quite an experienced little temptress.

Part of him had been extremely jealous for in his mind he had always thought of her as something that was meant only for him and, that it should have been his right alone to deflower her first, brand himself into her memory in a way that only a first time lover could. Then again it had taken a lot of pressure off of him as far as having to control his impulses, be gentle and go slowly as often one must with virgins in general.

Neither one of them had ever discussed past lovers, the topic for the most part had been irrelevant, let alone neither one of them had really cared. Though tonight, for reasons unknown to him, the topic was in the front of his mind. Perhaps it was the fact that in her everyday life it was men who she mostly dealt with and that they saw her more than him. He wondered what they thought of her, of what they would think if they could see her now. Would they be shocked at the way that she had stormed into the room, with fire flashing in her eyes and her face flushed with the passionate heat of anger?

She rose from the bed again, still cussing, undressing hastily. Her slender arms flexed with lean muscle as they reached behind her to unzip the sleeveless straight dress that slid from her body as she kicked it away.

“Don’t you think so Heero?”

“You’re absolutely right”, he replied, not even knowing what she had said because he was focusing on the way her undergarments seemed to melt from her body, her hosiery, her slip and then her bra; he almost forgot to breath as he saw the fullness of her perky orbs as they were released from their captive slings. A thin smile escaped him. He had always been fascinated by the way a woman’s breast just seemed to bounce and stretch whatever way her body was reaching or bending-bending! Damn there went her panties. He clenched his teeth his eyes taking in her firm rounded ass appreciating it fully; it had been a good idea to put her on a workout schedule.

“Well I thought about taking a shower, but I don’t feel like it now, I think, I’ll…Heero? Heero?”

Heero blinked his eyes, his mind trying desperately to retrieve her words from his subconscious so he could respond, but it was to late, he ducked barely in time to miss the high heel she had flung at him. He jumped up immediately flinching a little against the pain of his raging hard-on; he looked up at her as she began giggling her eyes darting from his, down to his groin.

“Oh my, my. Is Heero junior horny?”

His eyes narrowed at her teasing as his mind began to wonder again. Had she been this way with her other lovers’? Infuriatingly tempting and teasing all in one?” He saw her bite her lip playfully as she took a step back to every one of his that advanced, shedding his robe and tossing it aside on the bed. She chuckled softly for a second as he pinned her up against the wall, gasping as he placed his hands on either side of her throat, gently cupping her jaw but forceful enough to tilt her face up to his.

“So you think my wanton need for you is funny huh?” He nipped at her lips before she could speak; he continued to murmur against her mouth. “Is this how it was your first time Relena? Was part of you tingling with pure terror, or were you tingling instead with the pure lust of a whore?”

She chuckled softly again as she kissed him back tangling her fingers in his dark wild hair before pulling his head abruptly back. “Why are you asking now?”

Heero merely growled, his strength ruled against hers and he pulled his head from her grip, his lips and teeth suckling on her throat, replacing his hands which were now preoccupied with teasing her breasts.

“So you want to know?” Relena breathed a moan as she felt Heero’s fingers begin pinching and twisting her nipples somewhat roughly.

//How old were you when you first let a man make love to you//
//Next who was he//
//Next how did you feel afterward//
//What did you feel what did you think//
//Were you pleased, frightened, ecstatic, disgusted//
//What did he say what words did you speak that’s what I want to know//
//Now tell me now all of it now yes! Yes!//

//Get down make love//
//Get down make love//
//Get down make love//

Heero could feel the vibrations from her throat with each moan and gasp as his taste buds picked up the sweetness of her skin, just as his fingertips could feel the pebbly hardness of her nipples as he continued his fervent assault on them. He slid one hand, away, however allowing its digits to travel down her taut stomach and create a path through the fine hairs of her lower body. There, they parted her warm, silken folds, plunging in quick, thrusting and wriggling until they found her spot deep within.
“Ahhh! Heero!” Relena squinted close her eyes and seethed a breath in through her teeth. True she had not been a virgin when they had first slept together, but never had she had a lover as so intense or demanding as Heero. Or as passionate, she mentally added, as he touched her in the only way that had ever made her so crazy with desire and need. But he had challenged her with his question, and she would, respond.

Fighting his resistance to have his head not pulled away from her neck, she finally felt him yield to her as soon as she had begun to speak, and he, found himself looking down at her once again his hands having left were they had been, now resting on the curve of her back.

“You asked me Heero. Do you really want to know?”

“Mn.” Was he only reply; a reply that had always been familiar.

“First I must tell you he was quite the gentleman. All prim and proper, let’s see, it was a little while before I met you.”

All the time she had begun to speak she was slowly backing him up until he found his knees to the mattress, she kissed him wildly, taking his legs out from under him so that they fell down onto the bed, she atop of him. Breaking the kiss, she moved her lips to whisper in his ear.

“As I said he was ever so proper, asking me out, flowers, candy, picking me up in his limo. We had a nice dinner and then went for a short stroll in the park. He was so cute, nervous, unsure of himself.” She stopped her speech for a second to look into his eyes, trying to gage his reaction; he was smirking.

“So you kissed him first I imagine?”

“Uh…huh.” She replied breathlessly. “Just like this.” She brought her lips back down to his, her kiss so light Heero could barely feel her softness. “But then,” she breathed into his parted mouth, “I slipped in my tongue.”

With those words she plundered her tongue down his throat, sucking on it, the taste of coffee still somewhat lingering. Her tongue then left his oral cavity to begin a trail down his body. Her breath tickled him somewhat as she began to speak once again.

“He was so shy, but I knew by the way his pants were bulging he was wanting something more.” Heero flinched and groaned as her teeth encircled one of his nipples and she bit not so gently. She swallowed her giggle and twirled her tongue around the reddening area. “I had just eaten, but I found I had a hunger of a different kind, so…I continued to make my way down…” Heero flinched as she nipped at his other nipple and then down to his navel. “…further…and further…” he now felt her nose nuzzling his pubic hairs“…until.” This time she could not contain a small giggle as she darted her tongue out to snap at the tip of his sex, coating the slit with a little of her saliva before engulfing as much as she could into her mouth and down her throat.

Heero covered his eyes with his hands and gritted his teeth. “God damn it Relena!”

//You take my body//
//I give you heat//
//You say you’re hungry//
//I give you meat//
//I suck your mind//
//You give me head//
//Make love inside your bed//

//Get down make love//
//Get down make love//
//Get down make love//


His breathing grew heavier, more labored as he lost himself, submitting to her rhythm that was quickly bringing him to the edge. But as he was on the verge, she suddenly slipped her mouth away and crawled up his body, caging him with her spread legs and arms as she spoke in a breathless, raspy tone.

“He was so hard, so ready and literally begging for something he knew nothing about…so, I fucked him, I fucked him hard, and slow, I fucked the shit out of him.” She paused for effect, leaning over him, her hands now flat on his chest, as the lower lips of her slick, wetness ground against his girth in mock thrusts. “Is that enough? Is that, all you wanted, to know? That I had, to take matters, into my own hands because, he was to much of a pansy to do so?”

Enraptured with her even more, his eyes left her heaving bosom and the swollen mark on her neck, to look intensely into her eyes. And before she could take her next breath, he had grasped her and flipped her over, positioning his sex right outside of her. His voice was soft, but in no way timid or gentle

“Was that a challenge sweetheart?”

“So do it Heero. Show me how much of a man you are.” She said boldly, thrusting her hips up causing the tip of his shaft to ram into her.

His smile was thin and to the side. “If that’s how you want it.”

He then plunged the rest of himself into her fiercely with the rage of pure animal lust. A winded cry escaped her lungs as he felt her nails begin to dig painfully into his shoulder blades. Heero dipped his head and released a small ah, feeling her tighten and release in perfect unison with his movements. He had always been a man who could not be bent, not be broken, but he had met his match with Relena Dorlian, for when he was around her all of his resistance and strength became useless and he knew he would forever be a slave to her body, to her soul.

He closed his eyes and jolted into her one final time flooding inside of her his release, his out cry shallow yet horse enough to leave his throat burning.

Relena felt no strain or discomfort as his full weight collapsed down on top of her, in fact she had curled her legs around his to prevent him from moving; she was not ready to feel him out of her yet. She stroked his hair that felt clammy from his sweat and noticed she too had perspired. She adjusted her hips just a little to get a better feel for him and heard him chuckle. “So you want some more do you?” He asked.

She rolled their bodies over, pinning him beneath her and kissing his jaw to whisper in her ear. “Yes Heero. I do want some more. But don’t expect it to be so easy to buck me off the top this time.”

“Then have your way with me.” He teased causing her to giggle just a little before getting serious again.

“Oh I plan to Mr. Yuy. I plan to.”

//Every time I get hot//
//You wanna cool down//
//Every time I get high//
//You wanna go down//
//You say its enough//
//In fact it’s to much//
// Every time I wanna get down, make love//
//I can squeeze, you can shake me//
//I can feel, when you break me//
//Come on so heavy//
//Then you take me//
//You make love, you make love, you make love,//
//Get down make love//

[Wingnut]

Relena like that before she met Heero? In that migh class enviroment?!
In that case Relena must've hit the puberty point early. Odd considering her calm and demure state at the begining of the series before she met Heero. I suspect an 'all men are weak in bed' kind of thing. Oh well, A nice little fic anyway.