Illusion (NC-17)
Posted: Mon Nov 10, 2003 5:18 am
<b>Disclaimer:</b> Standard.
<b>Title:</b> Illusion
<b>Pairing:</b> 1xR/?xR
<b>Rating:</b> NC-17
<b>Note:</b> I apologise if this is the wrong forum to post this but I wasn't quite certain where it belongs seeing as it does actually revolve around Heero and Relena and yet...well, not really. Read and you'll see what i mean. I hope you all enjoy!
It had nothing to do with love.
The moment that the door to my darkened bedroom opened and let a stream of light poured in to slice into me, I knew it would be mindless. I knew it would be pure passion and nothing else. And I had swallowed the grief and let the hunger in me determine my actions.
He took one step. Then another. Closer to where I stood beside the cold bed covered in pristine white silk. I did not know what to make of the sorrow in his own dark broken orbs. It should have made the wanting less brutal, less desperate. But when his hands grabbed hold of lace and tore at the pearly white buttons, the blood that was slowly warming heated so swiftly as to take my breath away.
His skin was warm, callused, almost bruising against the exposed flesh of my shoulders. The top lace was torn away, discarded like a despised barrier against what he wanted most. Then he tasted, the skin beneath one sensitive earlobe, trailing down to where my neck ached to be touched. I leaned into his mouth, craving his tongue and warm moisture. God, I missed the warmth more than anything.
As if on its own accord and misguided desire, my hands found its way wound around glorious mass of hair. I let my eyes drift close to feel more and perhaps, just perhaps, close off as much as reality as my mind was able. There was only his hands finding its way to a soft mound of aching breasts while the other strayed to the back of my neck to bring me closer to his lips. I wanted it to be over, and yet never wanted it to end. The pressure built within me, and seeking for a way out, I grinded my hips against the hard ridge of his growing arousal. But he only pushed away, forcing me to step back and look at him with wonder, when I only wanted to forget.
Did he change his mind?
Did he not want me anymore?
But no, lust and hunger dominated his eyes and made him wince in pain. Impatient, frustrated, and angry at the world, I grabbed the collar of his shirt and ground my hungry mouth against his. Taste was everything now, and the desire to feel how much he wanted me.
I heard the distinct sound of buttons popping off and only realised that it was his own. Solid arms and muscled chest was revealed to me, scraping my skin raw with satisfaction. And because pain found its way into the cloud of desire and drunken lust, I raked my nails against the muscles and felt arrogance when he closed his eyes and trembled in response. Riding in this new wave of power, I let my hands drifted to the opening of his pants. He let out a quiet groan and leaned into me with enough force to topple me on the cushion of white silk. He followed my descent and covered my cold body with his own. Warmth, though only temporary, was the only thing I desired.
I closed my eyes for only a heartbeat, to let a little of the numbness of my soul fade away, and when they opened, I was exposed to his gaze without any chance for cover. For a moment, I felt the panic tore through the haze of hunger and froze, but fingers tangled themselves into soft curls and found the waiting heat. My mouth opened in surprise at the violent pleasure that coursed through my blood, and taking advantage, his mouth descended to thrust his tongue erotically against my own.
Prussian.
Happiness flowed into me like sunlight. I imagined that I glowed underneath his solid form. I imagined that I smiled brilliantly like the world was mine to do as I pleased. I imagined that I laughed even as I felt a tear made a cold trail down a soft cheek. The soft agonizing moan blended with both pleasure and sorrow. The tongue paused; the finger that thrust into the moist heat stilled, and with a soft cry from the figure above me, continued his pleasuring of me at last.
?Please??
The fire was too close, too blistering, too demanding to hold back any longer. I wanted to reach its peak and let the pressure flow out of me. But he was holding back, taking his time, and punishing me with bruising tenderness. He suckled at my breasts greedily; making me ache so badly I longed to scream. But only silence accompanied my pleasure. And when he retracted his fingers from my source of pleasure, I thought I would die without fulfillment. Then he kneed my legs apart and stood before me like a pagan god in all its graceful beauty, his erection shadowed by the clouds that hid the moon. In this form, I found him again, Prussian blue and midnight hair. I smiled with true pleasure and true pain. He was going to break my heart for the second time.
?Relena??
I drowned out the voice and overshadowed it with a deeper tone, a harsher gentleness.
He entered fast and almost brutally, taking me to a higher level of pleasure I thought only existed with love. And the pressure built higher, faster, more than I thought I could bear. He pulled out almost too far, only the hilt of his erection clinging, then without warning slam back into the warm moist of my heat, almost bringing me to my breaking point. I wanted it to last forever, this perfect moment of deceit and illusion. But just as I made such a foolish wish, the world exploded before my eyes and tilted my vision. He called my name in a violent whisper of release.
I tried to hold back the same desire but emotions managed to sneak into my vulnerable state of mind and heart.
?Heero??
He stilled. I felt his heart beating against my own, slow and steady. His breath fanned across my moist skin, choppy and irregular. He let out a groan though the pleasure was over. I felt a soft drop of moisture on my neck, cold and painful. I closed my eyes with both regret and shame melding into one.
?I?m sorry?? As if it would ease his pain.
?Me too?? As if it would help ease mine.
Then I was cold again, hugging myself to preserve some warmth. One?two?three?
I heard the rustles of movement and cloths moving against bare skin. I breathed carefully. Slowly. As if the need to time the process was as important as the next heartbeat.
Heero?
A soft creak as the hinges of the heavy door was pulled open. A quick rush of air. A quiet trembling of my hands. A harsh sound of a heart breaking. I wish I had more to offer a man who gifted me with a night of illusion. A rare gift of almost identical pleasure. The chance to pretend and recall Prussian blue.
?Goodbye, Relena.?
?Thank you, Wufei.?
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<b>AN:</b>
This is my farewell gift to you lovely people as i will be away for quite some time and will not be able to post my work any longer. I have enjoyed being a part of this forum sooo much and had a great time getting to know some of you. Thank you for the constant entertainment when insanity gets the best of all of you and letting me join in with the...well, insanity. Har. Although i was threatened with such things and Fluff Tranquilizer and The Fluffy Bunny of Sap quite often, i enjoyed that part as well. And thank you very much for responding wonderfully to my ideas of Drabble Challenges and enjoying them thoroughly. I was glad to have introduced it to this forum. I'm quite certain i'll miss this place when i'm gone and will crave posting. But i'll be back. So, don't you fluffy/sappy evil authors think The Angst Queen is defeated! I'm still alive. Just not active. Hehe.
Hmm. Well, maybe it won't be the last thing i post. If i come up with anything else to write as my farewell gift, i'll be sure to post it before i leave. Otherwise, the Angst Queen is saying, "Farewell, for now."
I'll see you all in about 3 months.
Though still have 2 weeks left before i leave.
Hehe.
<b>Title:</b> Illusion
<b>Pairing:</b> 1xR/?xR
<b>Rating:</b> NC-17
<b>Note:</b> I apologise if this is the wrong forum to post this but I wasn't quite certain where it belongs seeing as it does actually revolve around Heero and Relena and yet...well, not really. Read and you'll see what i mean. I hope you all enjoy!
It had nothing to do with love.
The moment that the door to my darkened bedroom opened and let a stream of light poured in to slice into me, I knew it would be mindless. I knew it would be pure passion and nothing else. And I had swallowed the grief and let the hunger in me determine my actions.
He took one step. Then another. Closer to where I stood beside the cold bed covered in pristine white silk. I did not know what to make of the sorrow in his own dark broken orbs. It should have made the wanting less brutal, less desperate. But when his hands grabbed hold of lace and tore at the pearly white buttons, the blood that was slowly warming heated so swiftly as to take my breath away.
His skin was warm, callused, almost bruising against the exposed flesh of my shoulders. The top lace was torn away, discarded like a despised barrier against what he wanted most. Then he tasted, the skin beneath one sensitive earlobe, trailing down to where my neck ached to be touched. I leaned into his mouth, craving his tongue and warm moisture. God, I missed the warmth more than anything.
As if on its own accord and misguided desire, my hands found its way wound around glorious mass of hair. I let my eyes drift close to feel more and perhaps, just perhaps, close off as much as reality as my mind was able. There was only his hands finding its way to a soft mound of aching breasts while the other strayed to the back of my neck to bring me closer to his lips. I wanted it to be over, and yet never wanted it to end. The pressure built within me, and seeking for a way out, I grinded my hips against the hard ridge of his growing arousal. But he only pushed away, forcing me to step back and look at him with wonder, when I only wanted to forget.
Did he change his mind?
Did he not want me anymore?
But no, lust and hunger dominated his eyes and made him wince in pain. Impatient, frustrated, and angry at the world, I grabbed the collar of his shirt and ground my hungry mouth against his. Taste was everything now, and the desire to feel how much he wanted me.
I heard the distinct sound of buttons popping off and only realised that it was his own. Solid arms and muscled chest was revealed to me, scraping my skin raw with satisfaction. And because pain found its way into the cloud of desire and drunken lust, I raked my nails against the muscles and felt arrogance when he closed his eyes and trembled in response. Riding in this new wave of power, I let my hands drifted to the opening of his pants. He let out a quiet groan and leaned into me with enough force to topple me on the cushion of white silk. He followed my descent and covered my cold body with his own. Warmth, though only temporary, was the only thing I desired.
I closed my eyes for only a heartbeat, to let a little of the numbness of my soul fade away, and when they opened, I was exposed to his gaze without any chance for cover. For a moment, I felt the panic tore through the haze of hunger and froze, but fingers tangled themselves into soft curls and found the waiting heat. My mouth opened in surprise at the violent pleasure that coursed through my blood, and taking advantage, his mouth descended to thrust his tongue erotically against my own.
Prussian.
Happiness flowed into me like sunlight. I imagined that I glowed underneath his solid form. I imagined that I smiled brilliantly like the world was mine to do as I pleased. I imagined that I laughed even as I felt a tear made a cold trail down a soft cheek. The soft agonizing moan blended with both pleasure and sorrow. The tongue paused; the finger that thrust into the moist heat stilled, and with a soft cry from the figure above me, continued his pleasuring of me at last.
?Please??
The fire was too close, too blistering, too demanding to hold back any longer. I wanted to reach its peak and let the pressure flow out of me. But he was holding back, taking his time, and punishing me with bruising tenderness. He suckled at my breasts greedily; making me ache so badly I longed to scream. But only silence accompanied my pleasure. And when he retracted his fingers from my source of pleasure, I thought I would die without fulfillment. Then he kneed my legs apart and stood before me like a pagan god in all its graceful beauty, his erection shadowed by the clouds that hid the moon. In this form, I found him again, Prussian blue and midnight hair. I smiled with true pleasure and true pain. He was going to break my heart for the second time.
?Relena??
I drowned out the voice and overshadowed it with a deeper tone, a harsher gentleness.
He entered fast and almost brutally, taking me to a higher level of pleasure I thought only existed with love. And the pressure built higher, faster, more than I thought I could bear. He pulled out almost too far, only the hilt of his erection clinging, then without warning slam back into the warm moist of my heat, almost bringing me to my breaking point. I wanted it to last forever, this perfect moment of deceit and illusion. But just as I made such a foolish wish, the world exploded before my eyes and tilted my vision. He called my name in a violent whisper of release.
I tried to hold back the same desire but emotions managed to sneak into my vulnerable state of mind and heart.
?Heero??
He stilled. I felt his heart beating against my own, slow and steady. His breath fanned across my moist skin, choppy and irregular. He let out a groan though the pleasure was over. I felt a soft drop of moisture on my neck, cold and painful. I closed my eyes with both regret and shame melding into one.
?I?m sorry?? As if it would ease his pain.
?Me too?? As if it would help ease mine.
Then I was cold again, hugging myself to preserve some warmth. One?two?three?
I heard the rustles of movement and cloths moving against bare skin. I breathed carefully. Slowly. As if the need to time the process was as important as the next heartbeat.
Heero?
A soft creak as the hinges of the heavy door was pulled open. A quick rush of air. A quiet trembling of my hands. A harsh sound of a heart breaking. I wish I had more to offer a man who gifted me with a night of illusion. A rare gift of almost identical pleasure. The chance to pretend and recall Prussian blue.
?Goodbye, Relena.?
?Thank you, Wufei.?
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_______________________________________________________________________
<b>AN:</b>
This is my farewell gift to you lovely people as i will be away for quite some time and will not be able to post my work any longer. I have enjoyed being a part of this forum sooo much and had a great time getting to know some of you. Thank you for the constant entertainment when insanity gets the best of all of you and letting me join in with the...well, insanity. Har. Although i was threatened with such things and Fluff Tranquilizer and The Fluffy Bunny of Sap quite often, i enjoyed that part as well. And thank you very much for responding wonderfully to my ideas of Drabble Challenges and enjoying them thoroughly. I was glad to have introduced it to this forum. I'm quite certain i'll miss this place when i'm gone and will crave posting. But i'll be back. So, don't you fluffy/sappy evil authors think The Angst Queen is defeated! I'm still alive. Just not active. Hehe.
Hmm. Well, maybe it won't be the last thing i post. If i come up with anything else to write as my farewell gift, i'll be sure to post it before i leave. Otherwise, the Angst Queen is saying, "Farewell, for now."
I'll see you all in about 3 months.
Though still have 2 weeks left before i leave.
Hehe.
You'd better come back, especially after leaving us with that one!
It would be kind of freaky to watch the one you love get it on with someone else, even if they're pretending that the someone else is you... 
