In What Way? 1/4 (R, Future NC-17)

[Litia-sama]

AN: Before anyone reads this, I want to make it clear that I am well aware of the concept of this fic being used and reused throughout Gundam Wing romance fanfiction. However, I do not pick when inspiration is going to strike me, and what it'll show me when it does. Therefore, I feel I must tell you this fic was a secret project that I've been working on for ages, and was originally intended to be a oneshot posted before Thanksgiving. A year ago. That said, I hope you like it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing. Wait...wait...Nope. Still don't.

In What Way?
Part 1

The horrendous sound of the dryer buzzing snapped Heero out of his reverie. Annoyed, he yanked open the dryer?s small metal door and pulled out the warm pieces of female apparel, setting them atop the dryer to later be neatly arranged. As he did so, he examined each one with a sharp eye, and resisted the urge to tear them up.

Doing the laundry every week was something he had always despised, but this week it was even more atrocious. This week, not only was he doing his laundry, he was also doing the laundry of someone else. He was doing the laundry of his ?Master? for the next six months.

Vice Foreign Minister Darlian.

His irritation with the routine intensified as he was forced to sort through her endless pile of clothes. Normally, one of her maids would wash and dry them for her, but almost all of the servants? duties had been passed onto him after the?incident. Technically, it was his concern for her safety that had landed him the role of ?personal slave,? but she thought he was a no-good peeping tom.

That?s what she gets for showering with the door open.

As he began organizing and folding the last of her laundry, (the delicates, no less) he remembered heading up to her room on that fateful morning to check on her. He?d heard a loud thump come from her bathroom, and worried that she might have slipped and fallen. When he entered her room and saw the bathroom door ajar, he feared the worst. He walked in, thinking she might be injured, and was stricken with an image that had haunted him since.

Relena.

In the shower.

Naked.

Covered with soap.

The sight of her bare form had stunned him. For a while, she didn?t know he was there, and in that time he couldn?t help but drink her in. Her smooth, wet skin. Her small, delicate breasts. The long, deep curve of her back. Desire had filled him almost instantly, and he remembered wishing so badly that he could reach out and touch her.

Until she turned around.

He wasn?t sure how she?d sensed his presence, but when she did, all hell broke loose. She?d turned, gasped, and started screaming. And kept screaming. He retreated back into her room while she pulled a towel around herself and waited for her to declare what she would do with him. She had stood there, dripping wet and covered only by a thin white cloth, and damned him to do her bidding for as long as she wanted him to.

Which was exactly six months.

Of course, he at first refused. Painting her toenails and other such nonsense wasn?t his idea of time well spent. Then she decided to play her trump card, threatening to tell Une about his ?behavior? if he did not obey. Not acceptable.

Commander Une, top-ranking officer of the Preventers, had given him specific orders not to reveal his position as Relena?s personal bodyguard to anyone. Especially Relena. If she found out that he?d slipped up, let alone eyeballed his charge in such an intimate way, he?d be relieved of his duties immediately. That could not be allowed to happen.

If he were relieved, then the Preventers would bring in some half-rate, sorry excuse for a soldier to protect her, the Vice Foreign Minister. The only other Preventer that was good enough to protect her properly was Chang, but there was no way he was going to allow Wufei the opportunity to see the young politician the way he had.

No one, besides himself, would ever see her like that.

Years had passed with him acting as her private bodyguard. The regular guard detail was oblivious to his existence, and that alone drove him to continually accept Commander Une?s contract. If just one person was able to get close enough to see her whenever they wanted, then the possibility that she could be abducted and/or killed one day still remained. Une had offered for him to become Relena?s personal bodyguard because she knew as well as he did that no one was better suited for the task. What she didn?t know was that his main reason for accepting her offer had been a selfish one.

Her bodyguard. He didn?t need that title in order to protect her, it simply made things easier. Not once did he let Relena see him, following her every move, hanging on her every word. She had no idea that he?d been watching her when she got upset, when she laughed or cried. Every year, he?d leave a gift for her on her birthday, his breath catching when she?d find it and smile. For so long, he?d been protecting her. And for so long, he?d wished that he could be close to her, just once, and have her know.

Until he screwed up, and she did know.

Sifting through the small mound of fabric in front of him, Heero got his fingers tangled up in a bright red string and mumbled a curse. Why did Relena have to wear clothes that came apart so easily? Thinking of the many ways he could remove each garment from her was the quickest way to pass the time while washing and folding them. A few of her casual outfits, especially the ones with those tiny little shirts, had strings worked into them somehow. Strangely, he?d never noticed any of her red shirts having that added element.

Lifting the string to eye level, he examined it for a few brief seconds before recognition set in and his throat tightened.

It was a thong.

* * *

Relena sat in her home office, working on a proposition for a long and drawn out tax reform, when she suddenly realized what day it was. Sunday was laundry day for her, and she wondered if Heero had discovered the thong she?d planted in her delicates or not. It was her way of testing his honesty, since she couldn?t quite trust him anymore. If she got the thong back, then he must have really been telling the truth when he argued that he was not spying on her. But, if she didn?t get the thong back, well, she could go on torturing him for the remainder of the time he was her servant and get the justice she deserved.

It was hard to keep from laughing when she thought about it.

She?d known for a long time that Heero had been commissioned as her personal bodyguard. Even though she never saw him, she knew he was there. Following her. Watching her. He even went so far as to leave a gift for her every year on her birthday.

Little did she know that he was a pervert. Never in her life would she have guessed that Heero Yuy, the man she?d fallen in love with so long ago, was little more than a dubious lecher. It pained her to think of him in that way, but what other explanation could there be? After she?d discovered him ogling her in the shower, she?d been so embarrassed and furious that total control over his actions for the next six months was her only comforting thought. During the first few days, she couldn?t bear to look at him, and carefully avoided eye contact when she did. The level of shock she?d felt upon turning around and discovering Heero, wide-eyed and rickety, in her bathroom with her was beyond description. No amount of time would ever be able to take the blush out of her cheeks just from knowing that he had seen her naked.

But he?d been paying for it since. Oh, yes. She had made sure of that.

All of the luxuries she enjoyed now had the added bonus of being provided to her by the most unsocial person in all of Earth and space. From painting her nails to fluffing her pillows, cooking her dinner to massaging her feet, she made him do it all. The greatest amount of joy she got from the whole situation came from the aforementioned massages she requested.

He was like putty when that happened.

The distinct sound of heavy boots stomping along down the hallway indicated that the laundry was done. As usual, he would march in, inform her that the job was completed, then wait obediently to receive his next assignment. Being a little tired, she was deciding on what she wanted to drink to wake her up, when the door to her office abruptly flew open and Heero marched in with an invisible frown on his face.

Only she could identify his facial expressions.

?What is this?? he asked gruffly, holding up the red thong she?d been wondering about.

She calmly set her pen down and said, ?That is a thong, Heero. I?m sure you?ve seen plenty of them before.?

If he?d had a reaction to her comment, she didn?t see it. ?This is the first one I have ever encountered,? he stated, matter-of-factly. Though she wanted to believe him, the image of him gawking at her in the shower was still too hard to erase.

Unable to deny herself, she glanced up at him and tensed. Did he have to dress like that every day? It had taken her so long to come to terms with her feelings, to admit to herself that he could never return her affection. But every time she laid eyes on him, her stomach turned to knots. Thanks to her experience in politics, she always managed to school her features and hide any traces of her inner struggles. The irony of his observing her so carefully and never discovering her admiration for him still amazed her.

?Why do you have this?? he asked insolently, dangling the garment in front of him as if making sure she understood him correctly.

?It?s very simple,? she said, trying to sound as uncaring as possible, ?I went to the mall, purchased it from a shop, and brought it home,? She stopped for a moment to let him get thoroughly irritated. ?Is something wrong with it??

His upper lip twitched almost imperceptibly. ?No,? he grumbled, her amusement lost on him.

?All right then. You can put it back where it belongs now.? She dropped her eyes to the document in front of her and pretended to forget he was in the room. Without seeing him, she knew that he hadn?t moved, because putting the thong back in its place meant he would have to go into her underwear drawer. Where six more thongs were waiting for him.

Revenge truly is bittersweet, she thought.

* * *

The bedroom door slammed against the wall as he stormed in, heading straight for the dresser. That composed, capricious woman knew for a fact that seeing he undergarments made him uncomfortable. Over the past week, she?d delighted in making him fetch a new set of bra and panties from her underwear drawer every time she decided to change. Which, lately, had been four or five times a day.

Once in front of the dresser, he jerked the drawer open, tossed the thong down, and pushed the drawer shut. Several minutes ticked by after he?d reopened the drawer, astonished, and stared in disbelief at the number of brand new thongs that were in there.

Red. Blue. Black. There were seven in all. Seven pairs of painfully sexy underwear just begging to be worn by a woman like her. Images of her exposed flesh, seen by him for the first time precisely six days before, danced mercilessly around in his head. He took a shuddering breath and roughly pushed the drawer closed again, mentally berating himself for the umpteenth time.

?Please don?t break my dresser,? she said evenly, her voice drifting into his ears as her body drifted into the room. He turned to face her and tried desperately not to think about the flawless, milky skin concealed beneath her clothes. Clothes that he?d probably end up washing the next week. Nevertheless, he couldn?t help himself as he watched, her body moving with such ease and grace as she went about the room. Her poised appearance. Her slender figure. Every time he looked at her, he thought only of the perfection systematically hidden from him by the only person who had ever stirred such a reaction.

He swallowed thickly. Perhaps she?d been right that morning. Perhaps he was nothing more than a mindless pervert. But it was her fault that he?d gotten that way. It was her fault that he?d become so addicted to sight of her legs, her fault that he was so intoxicated by her smell. It was her fault that he fantasized about joining her in the shower someday, proving to her that a man reacting physically to the sight of a naked woman did not necessarily make him perverse. Just human.

It was her fault that he?d gone from being her devoted guardian to being her submissive slave.

?Heero,? she said, ?My feet are killing me. Would you mind???

He didn?t give her an answer. Instead, he walked over and pulled a chair up next to her queen-size bed, allowing her time to settle herself on the edge of the mattress. She kicked off her shoes and put one foot in his lap once he?d sat down, smiling sweetly at him and setting about undoing her hair. Those breathtaking blue eyes of hers drifted shut just as his hands made contact with her outstretched limb, the combination lighting a fire beneath the surface of his skin. With her hair unbound, she let out a short, adorable sigh, and slowly fell backwards against the pillows. Her golden locks fanned out around her, and as he began to rub her small foot she let out a soft, satisfied moan.

He gritted his teeth and tried to focus his mind elsewhere.

?That dessert you made last night was delicious,? she hummed, ?What was it??

?Chocolate Lasagna,? he mumbled, his mouth starting to go dry as he worked his way up past her ankle.

?Mmm, I?ve never had a massage the way you do it,? she breathed, her head tilting back a little, ?My old masseuse would only work on the painful spots, and he wouldn?t apply enough pressure to do any good.?

His hands stopped. ?Your old masseuse was a guy??

Her eyes fluttered open, looking incredulously at him.

?Yeah. I thought you knew??

According to his memory, Relena?s old masseuse had long blonde hair and was incredibly short. He had assumed that it was a woman.

?You?re hurting me!?

?Sorry,? he said, loosening his grip.

Out of the corner of his eye, he watched her eyes drift closed again as he resumed his ministration, switching cautiously to her other foot.

?What was your old masseuse?s name??

She thought for a moment.

?Clayton, I believe.?

His fingers began kneading their way up her calf.

?What?s his last name??

She breathed deeply before answering.

?Mindow? Mendow? Something like that.? The name was logged away on his list of top priorities. ?Why??

?To give him pointers,? he said, only half telling the truth. The current situation reclaimed control of his thoughts, but he?d made an important note to find Clayton Mindow and beat the living shit out of him.

Touching Relena.

Who did he think he was?

When he?d worked his back down to her ankle she pulled her feet away and said that was enough. Feeling both thankful and disappointed, he made his way to the kitchen to prepare the drink she had hastily requested, then looked up ?M? in her address book on the way back to her room.

He was going to be quite busy while she was at the office on Monday.


TBC


You have no idea how much I wanted this to be a oneshot. :x

[Mizaya]

Dude, this was great! I couldn't stop smiling while reading it. Heero would so secretly enjoy being Relena's personal slave. I hope you continue this soon because it was seriously funny! The part about Heero asking Relena what the thong was for was priceless!

[blackrose]

*giggles*

I'm with Mizaya. I think he rather enjoys it.

Heero: I'm not enjoying it if I can't see her in the thong. *growls*

So much fun. Can't wait to see what's next.

[Beck]

Without a doubt, like the others, Heero loves his job While reading the near end part with her foot, I kept picturing her using the toe of her foot to casually, accidentally rub his crotch

I think when Rel goes shopping, she should try on her new wear and ask Heero what he thinks

Yes, I'm evil and perverted like that

[Wingnut]

Relena, if Heero really wanted to spy on you in the shower, he wouldn't have been caught standing there in front of you practally drooling. Heck, with his skills, he could've spied on you in the shower and you wouldn't have even known about it.
Oh boy, that thong thong thong thong thong. Now I got that song stuck in my head. Thanks a bunch Lita. :razz:
I can't wait for the tourture to continue though. However with this kind of tourture, it will not take very long for Heero to "break" and confront her on just what the heck does she think she is accomplishing by doing this.

[Kari]

Damn it!!! Why can't Heero be my personal slave??
Still great story Litia.
WOOOHOOO!!! I wanna read more

[Perfect Soldier]

Damn you Relena, keeping Heero all to yourself like that. You really are evil, Relena... *sigh* It's a great fic with a really good concept, nice work.

Zero

[Bella]

Sweet, I love all your work. Great Job. I will be waiting for more.

[bookworm]

Oh, lucky Heero! Though I think a little secret part of him likes being Relena's slave.
I can't wait to read more! Definitely some more of Heero torture. Yum, yum.

[AngelOfDeath]

Ohoho. Fun stuff.

Heero is so much fun to torment.

*giggles more*