If I owned GW, Wufie would have an
english accent. Got that? English. Mean-
while, if you would like to sue me for
borrowing the GW cast, I would be happy
to send you all two pennies I have. Would
you like that in check, money order, or credit?
Cash is not an option babe.
Warning: Um, this chapt is pretty clean. But beware,
evil Quatrre.
The Violet Burning
Part Four
*****
It was like a violet burning, I decided, when he touched me. His hand on my skin was beautiful but like all good fruits, forbidden. When the situation had come into full perspective, Heero was lost for words and simply couldn?t stop holding me. Something quite out of his character. We sat on the couch for hours; his hand on the small curve of my back while his other arm pulled my bare legs up against him. I could feel him watching me but I couldn?t meet his gaze.
Inwardly, despite how much I washed my skin raw, I felt the dirt seep into my pores. I couldn?t help but indulge in the shame. Before the sun?s shadow went from one side to the room to the other, Heero had called Quatre and explained to him that he needed me to work late to draft a new security layout for the office. To my surprise he also said I would be home in the morning. Despite everything, Quatre trusted me, and more importantly, trusted Heero.
And so here we were.
Heero was never good with physical emotion. The way his hand awkwardly stroked my back first gave me the impression that it was just Heero struggling to show comfort. But as I thought more about it, perhaps he was aware of my shame as well. Perhaps he couldn?t stand the thought of me? Did he think I never told anyone about my sexual abuse because I enjoyed it?
But as I think about it, why didn?t I tell anyone? And then the answer was so clear. Quatre.
He sat on the bed, his look serious. I could almost make out a sensible creature but I was surprise to find that I didn?t want to. His thumb rubbed my lower lip- I could smell myself on him. ?I love you.?
?I know.? I felt my heart break.
He nodded this time, before kissing my forehead.Quatre loved me. Even though he?s crazy, can?t control himself but seems to have a control freak over me, he loved me.
But didn?t Heero also love me? Ah, but not in the same way I suppose.
?Why don?t you trust me?? Heero said quietly, snapping me out of my ponderings.
This time I did meet his stare. He was beautiful. Heero Yuy was a beautiful man. His dark unruly hair, the depth of his eyes, the arch of his brows, the thin lines that made smooth, hard lips, his chest and arms were fully developed and curved and the way his chest rose with every breath was too much. ?What??
?Why don?t you trust me?? His hand stopped it?s rhythmic movement on my back. ?Why didn?t you tell me you were being raped daily??
It was a harsh choice of words, but true.
?Who, Relena??
?Who?? I felt dazed.
He traced the raw patterns on my arms with his finger. ?Who hurt you?? When I didn?t respond he continued in his own vocal thoughts. ?I don?t understand how Quatre never noticed anything. Didn?t he see you were in pain??
?It?s hard to see when your inflicting-? I stopped. I felt Heero freeze up. ?I should go.? I prayed he wouldn?t realize the innuendo.
I started to get up when Heero?s deadly voice stopped me. ?Quatre??
I turned, blocking the sun?s path from Heero?s face. He was standing too. The look in his eyes scared me but I pushed it aside- I knew it wasn?t directed towards me. He seemed outraged but confused. Sure, I could understand. It is hard to picture Quatre in his true nature.
?What do you mean? Quatre?s my husband.? I smiled at good length.
He seemed to growl in anger. ?That doesn?t mean anything Relena.? He held me by the shoulders hard. ?Has Quatre ever touch you in a harmful way??
?So what if he likes it rough?? I felt tears surfacing and my anger carried me away. ?I mean, I?m his wife, right? It?s my duty, isn?t it? Just to let him have his way with me every night? I mean, isn?t it duty? So what if he doesn?t care that I?m already raw, if it hurts and I told him no, so what if he scares the hell out of me, so what?? I slumped back to the couch and cried. ?He?s my husband and he loves me.?
I could feel Heero?s hesitation before he sat next to me, pulling me up against him once again. He didn?t say anything comforting, mumbled sweet promises or even threaten Quatre. He simply just sat, with me ruining his shirt with my mascara. Somehow, just him doing what was in him to do was more comforting than any display of affection.
After the room had darkened quite a bit, and a few traces of stars could be detected, Heero pulled away and prepared some tea before coming back. I felt bad I wasn?t the one taking care of him. I had completely forgot that he hadn?t been feeling well. He sat the tea in front of me on the coffee table, as well as his own. He also brought a pair of his sweatpants and sweatshirt.
?For you to wear to bed.? He said, answering my thoughts. At my questioning glance, he continued. ?You?re not going back Relena.?
His voice was firm and confirming. I would have protested but he had already given Quatre a sufficient enough reason for my absence. Defeated, and almost grateful, I reached for the cup and soothed my own throat with its warmth.
?Why didn?t you tell me Relena??
?He?s my husband.? I responded dully. ?What right do I have not to respond to my husband??
His voice was flat. ?Respond sure, but being raped??
?I had no right to say no to him.? I said, trying to convince myself it was nothing more than sexual difficulties. Not rape.
?Relena,? His voice was gentler than before, ?You always have the right to say no.?
I knew he was right. He was always right. I took another sip and felt the night settle over the small room. ?He loves me Heero. He?s the only man I?ve ever known. He?s the only man that finds me desirable. Why would I give all that up? For what? To be a raped whore that no one wants??
I knew I wasn?t being reasonable. Nor was my sour attitude fair. Heero had done so much for me against his personal sickness and here I was treating him rudely. ?I?m sorry.? I added. I was tired of this mental war.
?Why? I?ve never heard you so angry. It?s good to know it?s in there.?
I laughed at the way he said it so factual. He had an odd way of lightening things up. I glanced over at, watching the way the dark glow from the window played with his features. I reached a hand over and ran it through his hair. He closed his eyes at the touch. He was lovely like then when he allowed himself to be touched. Beautiful. ?Thank you.? I whispered.
?After I left your house that night Duo told me about your marriage, I got drunk for the first time. I thought things would change between us.?
?I remember.? I said slowly. I let my hand drift back, slowly through his tangle mass of chocolate.
?But here you are, with me, like things should be.? His hand encircled my wrist, letting his thumb caress my palm. ?Relena, I would have you.?
I didn?t feel so soar of magic, nor fireworks. No fuzzy tingles spreading over my abs. I merely nodded, kissed his forehead, and felt the violet burning seep further into my skin.
*****
I know, I know, short, boring chapter.
Sorry I've been slacking off. MBF inspired me
to get my act together.
I've been overly critical on my writing lately that
I haven?t been posting. But hey I figure as long
as you guys give me wonderful reviews I'll be
okay *HINT* Plus, I've got an idea for a
long series fic and I'm bored with Arabic Radio,
so I'm torn. What to do, what to do. Do you think
I should finished up Arabic Radio? No? yes?
Yes, shevey is very indecisive.
Anyhoo, I love you all. Have a wonderful day.
Go give a homeless man some money to buy some beer.
Why not? Make the world happy.
Lovies, shev
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I find that the way you portrayed Heero to comfort Relena the best he can was great because you did not make it too extremely mushy! (Which is common in most stories) 
I hope Quatre stops his abuse on Relena! 
But I'm sure he will now that Heero just found out! 
