Lord and Master Chapter Nine/Ending Revised (rated NC-17)
Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2005 4:19 pm
Lord and Master
teardropdangel
Disclaimer: Don?t own Gundam Wing. There, I?ve said it, although it pains me.
Warning: Yep, explicit content. The usual: sex, language, etc. Don?t read if you?re soft of mind or under age.
Dedication: To Melissa a.k.a Evil One.
Chapter Nine: Death
Paul glared at the woman sitting on his naked lap, barely hearing her mindless droning. Wasn?t it enough that he could fuck her to stupor and back? No, she had to talk after it was all done. Perhaps, when he tired of her, he would kill her. A slight smile came to his face at the thought, accompanied by the many methods that could accomplish the deed.
?Are you listening to me?? Lady Darla demanded, breaking off from her speech.
?No. Actually, I wasn?t.? An accident, he thought. A runaway carriage.
?Well, pay attention,? she ordered imperiously.
He frowned, annoyed by her tone but let her have her way. ?What is it??
?Yuy?s whore, that?s what. Have you done anything about the matter??
?I told you, I?ve business of my own to deal with.?
She made a frustrated sound. ?The bitch has to be dead by now, Paul.?
He arched his brow. ?I would be more comfortable seeing her dead body with my own eyes.?
?You promised me, Paul. You promised me!?
It was for the good of society that he kill her, he reasoned. ?Yes, yes,? he said in a bored tone. Effortlessly, he lifted her off of him and rolled out of bed.
She glared at him with a practiced pout, submerged in a flood of silk sheets. ?Well??
He gave her a pleasant smile. ?Alright darling. We will pay Yuy a visit today. Does that please you??
?Oh, very much. Very much, indeed.?
~~~****~~~
Heero was departing from sleep in slow degrees, becoming conscious gradually. He?d always came awake instantly, but this morning, as he felt lips sliding down his abdomen, he let himself hover in that dreamy middle-land between consciousness and the sweet oblivion of sleep.
The pressure the teasing lips burned against his skin abruptly left him, leaving the sensitized flesh tingling. A distant rustling, then a dip in the mattress told him that she?d moved. A slender thigh slid across his stomach and he knew she was straddling him.
?Heero?? she inquired in a soft breath.
A small smile curved his lips and he opened his eyes. Yes, she was straddling him; her face tilted up to his, her mouth a kiss away. Her hair was faintly mussed, merely adding to the saucy image she presented to him. Those golden strands beckoned him; he wanted to touch them. He lifted a hand to bury in the silk of her hair, but his arm hadn?t obeyed his command, as if his arms had been paralyzed. Or rather?
Tied?
He strained against the light material of the scarves that held his arms in place. ?Damn it, Relena. Release me.?
She laughed, a soft tinkling sound. She shook her head, mussing her hair further. ?Be at ease, Heero. I merely wish to have my way with you. You see,? she said, undulating her hips against his, ?this way, you can?t interrupt me.?
The words did not have the soothing affect they?d intended to invoke. ?Relena.? It was a warning grated out with steel.
?Ah, my lord,? Relena said, amusement laden in her voice. ?Do you think that your glare and a cold tone can intimidate me?? Her mouth went to his chest. ?I think you are very mistaken.?
?Relena, I am giving you fair warning?? His words trailed off, his admonishment momentarily forgotten as Relena?s lips encircled his nipple.
?Are these as sensitive as mine, Heero?? As if to demonstrate, her hand came up to brush her own stiff bud. ?Hmm?it would seem so.? Her mouth hovered just above his belly button, teasing. ?Drugging me was most unworthy of you,? she noted lightly. ?Would you appreciate the gesture I were to return that gift??
His response was lost in an indistinguishable murmur as her tongue darted out and flickered around the base of his cock, not quite touching him where he most wanted her to touch.
She drew away, met his gaze. ?Answer me.?
It was her authoritative tone that had a grimace crossing his features. ?Do you realize that I can break free at any moment I please??
Relena merely arched a brow, silently goading him on.
The battle was frozen at an impasse as the domineering mahogany door to their chamber reverberated with a knock.
?Come in.? It was Relena?s invitation.
?My lady.? The servant curtsied. ?My lord, you have a guest.?
?Who is it??
?The Countess of Everington, my lord. She is accompanied by a gentleman who wished to remain anonymous.?
?Lady Darla?? Relena asked, the warmth in her voice dissipating. She was sliding off of Heero.
?Yes, my lady.?
?You may inform Lady Darla that she is not welcomed in this house.?
?Relena.?
She ignored him. ?And if she protests-? A hand covered her mouth, effectively cutting her off.
?You may inform Lady Darla that I will be right out.?
After the barest of hesitations, the servant nodded and quickly took her leave.
?You will be right out?? she hissed once his hand was removed.
He stared up at her and she had the feeling that his bland mask hid his amusement. ?Are you jealous, witch??
?Of course I?m jealous,? she snapped.
He didn?t bother to hide his smug grin. ?Good.?
?How is my being jealous of that bitch good??
He got up from the bed. ?Your unwillingness to share me is gratifying and telling,? he explained in a low murmur.
?Would you fuck her again?? she asked against his lips.
?No.? His eyes laughed at her.
?Why not?? she insisted.
?Because I have you.? He gave into the allure of her lips and kissed her. ?Will you behave yourself if you meet with Darla while I change into some clothes??
She scowled. ?I will if she does,? she flung over her shoulder as she walked out, spine erect and body language screaming for a fight.
He shook his head and chuckled to himself. The emotion that washed through him was the same one that came over him every time he thought of Relena. He?d finally found a name for it. Love.
The familiar explosion of a gun erupted in his ears. And his heart stopped.
******~~~~*****
Lord and Master
teardropdangel
Disclaimer: Er?nope. Gundam Wing doesn?t belong to little old me.
Warning: Rated R for violence and language.
A.N: Pretty much very short ending. I just really wanted to end this. Gear up for some sap on the way.
Chapter Nine Part 2: Revival
One shot. Broken glass. Another shot.
For one infinitesimal moment, a droplet in the pool of time, life stopped, nothing existed. Panic rose in him, in an awesome, swamping wave that crashed down ruthlessly, unrelenting. Limbs froze, thought staggered in that one hesitating instant.
Finally, a thought broke through the thick dread. Relena.
The thought spurred his body to action, had him rushing out into the parlor with his pants unbuttoned and his bare chest without a shirt to cover him. There was too much blood. It was his first coherent assessment of the scene before him, a picture of the listless body of a woman splayed across the marble floor, a crumpled, broken doll. A bullet to the head, he noted, had the blond hair dyed to a grotesque red.
His hands flexed on their own accord and he realized with a numbed, dull shock that there was a flintlock handgun his hand. Although he couldn?t remember drawing it, the gun was firmly aimed at the unfamiliar man in his home, standing amid the pool of blood. He was barely aware of the wound the man sported on his arm, barely saw the discarded gun near the man. Instinct told him to shoot the man, fuck questions. A cold determination had him on the verge on doing just that when the man spoke.
?That isn?t her, Yuy.?
?What the fuck are you saying??
A small smile, the edges tightened with pain, touched the man?s lips. ?Look again.?
Heero?s eyes instantly fell back upon the fresh corpse, met the blank brown eyes, and recognized its contours. ?Darla.? An icy cobalt glare went back to the man. ?Where is she??
?I don?t know where the bitch-? The rest of the sentence was lost in a garbled cry of pain as bullet tore into the flesh of the man?s uninjured arm.
?I?m going to assume that you are Relena?s cousin. Where is she??
?You shot me.? Shocked disbelief.
?You do not want me to repeat myself.?
Fear made Paul a very sensible man. ?I don?t know.?
?Wrong answer.?
Panicking, the red-head man stuttered, his words tripping over themselves to offer a suitable explanation. ?S-she?she?shot m-me. B-broke into t-that glass c-case over t-there,? he whimpered, motioning with his head to the left, ?And took a gun and s-shot m-me. T-then s-she?ran off.?
?You can put down your gun now, Heero,? a familiar voice said and sweet relief flooded him. ?I?m right here.?
Momentarily forgetting the blubbering man on the floor, Heero took his eyes off of Paul. He saw with his own eyes that she was alive, eyes filled with distress, but alive nonetheless. He went to her, barely noticing anything but this woman. His angel, his tormentor, his Relena was alive.
The sound of cold metal scraping together echoed in his ears. He turned back to see that Paul had recovered his gun.
?Never turn your back on an-? A shot fired before Paul was able to finish his sentence. Relena?s cousin was dead before he hit the marble floor.
?Relena,? Heero said, trying to discern the expression on her face.
She shook her head, dropped the smoking gun from her hand. ?I couldn?t let you kill him. This was my fight.?
He nodded, knowing that words would not suffice. He understood and knew that he loved her, perhaps even more than before. He held he closely, turned her away from the corpses. It was over and they could move on.
teardropdangel
Disclaimer: Don?t own Gundam Wing. There, I?ve said it, although it pains me.
Warning: Yep, explicit content. The usual: sex, language, etc. Don?t read if you?re soft of mind or under age.
Dedication: To Melissa a.k.a Evil One.
Chapter Nine: Death
Paul glared at the woman sitting on his naked lap, barely hearing her mindless droning. Wasn?t it enough that he could fuck her to stupor and back? No, she had to talk after it was all done. Perhaps, when he tired of her, he would kill her. A slight smile came to his face at the thought, accompanied by the many methods that could accomplish the deed.
?Are you listening to me?? Lady Darla demanded, breaking off from her speech.
?No. Actually, I wasn?t.? An accident, he thought. A runaway carriage.
?Well, pay attention,? she ordered imperiously.
He frowned, annoyed by her tone but let her have her way. ?What is it??
?Yuy?s whore, that?s what. Have you done anything about the matter??
?I told you, I?ve business of my own to deal with.?
She made a frustrated sound. ?The bitch has to be dead by now, Paul.?
He arched his brow. ?I would be more comfortable seeing her dead body with my own eyes.?
?You promised me, Paul. You promised me!?
It was for the good of society that he kill her, he reasoned. ?Yes, yes,? he said in a bored tone. Effortlessly, he lifted her off of him and rolled out of bed.
She glared at him with a practiced pout, submerged in a flood of silk sheets. ?Well??
He gave her a pleasant smile. ?Alright darling. We will pay Yuy a visit today. Does that please you??
?Oh, very much. Very much, indeed.?
~~~****~~~
Heero was departing from sleep in slow degrees, becoming conscious gradually. He?d always came awake instantly, but this morning, as he felt lips sliding down his abdomen, he let himself hover in that dreamy middle-land between consciousness and the sweet oblivion of sleep.
The pressure the teasing lips burned against his skin abruptly left him, leaving the sensitized flesh tingling. A distant rustling, then a dip in the mattress told him that she?d moved. A slender thigh slid across his stomach and he knew she was straddling him.
?Heero?? she inquired in a soft breath.
A small smile curved his lips and he opened his eyes. Yes, she was straddling him; her face tilted up to his, her mouth a kiss away. Her hair was faintly mussed, merely adding to the saucy image she presented to him. Those golden strands beckoned him; he wanted to touch them. He lifted a hand to bury in the silk of her hair, but his arm hadn?t obeyed his command, as if his arms had been paralyzed. Or rather?
Tied?
He strained against the light material of the scarves that held his arms in place. ?Damn it, Relena. Release me.?
She laughed, a soft tinkling sound. She shook her head, mussing her hair further. ?Be at ease, Heero. I merely wish to have my way with you. You see,? she said, undulating her hips against his, ?this way, you can?t interrupt me.?
The words did not have the soothing affect they?d intended to invoke. ?Relena.? It was a warning grated out with steel.
?Ah, my lord,? Relena said, amusement laden in her voice. ?Do you think that your glare and a cold tone can intimidate me?? Her mouth went to his chest. ?I think you are very mistaken.?
?Relena, I am giving you fair warning?? His words trailed off, his admonishment momentarily forgotten as Relena?s lips encircled his nipple.
?Are these as sensitive as mine, Heero?? As if to demonstrate, her hand came up to brush her own stiff bud. ?Hmm?it would seem so.? Her mouth hovered just above his belly button, teasing. ?Drugging me was most unworthy of you,? she noted lightly. ?Would you appreciate the gesture I were to return that gift??
His response was lost in an indistinguishable murmur as her tongue darted out and flickered around the base of his cock, not quite touching him where he most wanted her to touch.
She drew away, met his gaze. ?Answer me.?
It was her authoritative tone that had a grimace crossing his features. ?Do you realize that I can break free at any moment I please??
Relena merely arched a brow, silently goading him on.
The battle was frozen at an impasse as the domineering mahogany door to their chamber reverberated with a knock.
?Come in.? It was Relena?s invitation.
?My lady.? The servant curtsied. ?My lord, you have a guest.?
?Who is it??
?The Countess of Everington, my lord. She is accompanied by a gentleman who wished to remain anonymous.?
?Lady Darla?? Relena asked, the warmth in her voice dissipating. She was sliding off of Heero.
?Yes, my lady.?
?You may inform Lady Darla that she is not welcomed in this house.?
?Relena.?
She ignored him. ?And if she protests-? A hand covered her mouth, effectively cutting her off.
?You may inform Lady Darla that I will be right out.?
After the barest of hesitations, the servant nodded and quickly took her leave.
?You will be right out?? she hissed once his hand was removed.
He stared up at her and she had the feeling that his bland mask hid his amusement. ?Are you jealous, witch??
?Of course I?m jealous,? she snapped.
He didn?t bother to hide his smug grin. ?Good.?
?How is my being jealous of that bitch good??
He got up from the bed. ?Your unwillingness to share me is gratifying and telling,? he explained in a low murmur.
?Would you fuck her again?? she asked against his lips.
?No.? His eyes laughed at her.
?Why not?? she insisted.
?Because I have you.? He gave into the allure of her lips and kissed her. ?Will you behave yourself if you meet with Darla while I change into some clothes??
She scowled. ?I will if she does,? she flung over her shoulder as she walked out, spine erect and body language screaming for a fight.
He shook his head and chuckled to himself. The emotion that washed through him was the same one that came over him every time he thought of Relena. He?d finally found a name for it. Love.
The familiar explosion of a gun erupted in his ears. And his heart stopped.
******~~~~*****
Lord and Master
teardropdangel
Disclaimer: Er?nope. Gundam Wing doesn?t belong to little old me.
Warning: Rated R for violence and language.
A.N: Pretty much very short ending. I just really wanted to end this. Gear up for some sap on the way.
Chapter Nine Part 2: Revival
One shot. Broken glass. Another shot.
For one infinitesimal moment, a droplet in the pool of time, life stopped, nothing existed. Panic rose in him, in an awesome, swamping wave that crashed down ruthlessly, unrelenting. Limbs froze, thought staggered in that one hesitating instant.
Finally, a thought broke through the thick dread. Relena.
The thought spurred his body to action, had him rushing out into the parlor with his pants unbuttoned and his bare chest without a shirt to cover him. There was too much blood. It was his first coherent assessment of the scene before him, a picture of the listless body of a woman splayed across the marble floor, a crumpled, broken doll. A bullet to the head, he noted, had the blond hair dyed to a grotesque red.
His hands flexed on their own accord and he realized with a numbed, dull shock that there was a flintlock handgun his hand. Although he couldn?t remember drawing it, the gun was firmly aimed at the unfamiliar man in his home, standing amid the pool of blood. He was barely aware of the wound the man sported on his arm, barely saw the discarded gun near the man. Instinct told him to shoot the man, fuck questions. A cold determination had him on the verge on doing just that when the man spoke.
?That isn?t her, Yuy.?
?What the fuck are you saying??
A small smile, the edges tightened with pain, touched the man?s lips. ?Look again.?
Heero?s eyes instantly fell back upon the fresh corpse, met the blank brown eyes, and recognized its contours. ?Darla.? An icy cobalt glare went back to the man. ?Where is she??
?I don?t know where the bitch-? The rest of the sentence was lost in a garbled cry of pain as bullet tore into the flesh of the man?s uninjured arm.
?I?m going to assume that you are Relena?s cousin. Where is she??
?You shot me.? Shocked disbelief.
?You do not want me to repeat myself.?
Fear made Paul a very sensible man. ?I don?t know.?
?Wrong answer.?
Panicking, the red-head man stuttered, his words tripping over themselves to offer a suitable explanation. ?S-she?she?shot m-me. B-broke into t-that glass c-case over t-there,? he whimpered, motioning with his head to the left, ?And took a gun and s-shot m-me. T-then s-she?ran off.?
?You can put down your gun now, Heero,? a familiar voice said and sweet relief flooded him. ?I?m right here.?
Momentarily forgetting the blubbering man on the floor, Heero took his eyes off of Paul. He saw with his own eyes that she was alive, eyes filled with distress, but alive nonetheless. He went to her, barely noticing anything but this woman. His angel, his tormentor, his Relena was alive.
The sound of cold metal scraping together echoed in his ears. He turned back to see that Paul had recovered his gun.
?Never turn your back on an-? A shot fired before Paul was able to finish his sentence. Relena?s cousin was dead before he hit the marble floor.
?Relena,? Heero said, trying to discern the expression on her face.
She shook her head, dropped the smoking gun from her hand. ?I couldn?t let you kill him. This was my fight.?
He nodded, knowing that words would not suffice. He understood and knew that he loved her, perhaps even more than before. He held he closely, turned her away from the corpses. It was over and they could move on.
So EVIL!
