unrequited

unrequited

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Warning: usual
An: FUCK! I had this started like four weeks ago and have had so much trouble producing anything that would make sense. This is the beginning of the end…last chapter is in works. Thanks for all the reviews; they were greatly appreciated and undoubtedly necessary for the production of this twisted tale.


//truth:
no greater power than that to create, to uphold, to destroy -
universally sought and acknowledged.
Why then do human beings feel fit to lie? //

prof. a. strifas PhD


chapter sixteen/sentiments

“Heero,” She whispered his name, low and throaty in his ear. Her breath sent shivers down his spine and his grip tightened over her, drawing her nearer. He could feel the heat of their molded flesh burning him; feel her heartbeat under his fingers.

He was a wreck. He couldn’t remember the last time he attempted to sleep – his dreams, however few, were haunted by blond wanton sirens with full lips and quivering, slippery sexes. His appetite for food played a dismal second to his hunger for her. His mind was racing with her close proximity; all he could do was blindly fondle her flesh and breath in her intoxicating scent. His body was coated in perspiration, his blood boiling, racing through his veins to the very core of him, where he was aching, begging to be released again. His heart beat with the ferocity of a thousand war drums, hungry, aching for battle.

Despite his surrender, instinctively, he remained intact. Years of military discipline were not to be erased by a sudden outburst of humanity. Even if his mind waned, the very core of his being was a well-preserved machine that knew how to survive, knew what to do to protect itself and go on. It also told him the truth even when his heart refused to listen. For all her smooth curves and warm, silken skin, he could feel something cool harbor under his fingers. Despite his obvious erratic state, he realized one heart wrenching truth - Relena’s heartbeat was steady, seventy-nine beats her minute.

Her hands crept down his shirt and tugged it free from his trousers. Her actions may have spoke volumes to his dick, but her heart told another story, one he wasn’t prepared to tackle in this state. One he thought he could dissipate with words of affinity and love as opposed to actions of a sexual nature, reason with her emotions rather than libido. Lord knows it was overwhelmed enough as of late by the other man in her bed.

Barton. His influence loomed over them like stoloudlouds. That fucking bastard knew what he wanted and would use any means to get it.

He stilled her fingers, brought them to his mouth, kissed them. “I told him,” He murmured, “to stay away. And he didn’t listen.”

She tensed slightly in his arms. “Heero.” His name. How he never knew it could sound so sweet.

Truth. One of the few weapons he trusted. When it failed he relied on his glock .22 and his indomitable aim. “Trowa was using you to get to me.” Heero told her, his glare firm as it set into hers. “I was the one he wanted, and he knew how I cared about you. He thought if he could tarnish the image I held of you, I would forget you and go to him. He made you think all he cared about was you when all he cared about was himself.”

She didn’t blink. She didn’t move. She didn’t even breathe. She seemed genuinely stunned. Her silence filled the room with an uneasy tension he had not expected. She honestly had no idea of how much a pawn she had been? Didn’t she see the real Trowa Barton?

“I don’t follow.” The words rolled off her tongue slowly, awkwardly. “Trowa…wanted you?”

“Trowa is gay, Relena.” Heero retorted. “Always has been.”

“Actually I go both ways,” Relena jumped from her spot on Heero’s lap as a third joined them. Trowa leaned against the hallway alcove, his arms folded over his naked chest. His hair was tousled and his jaw unshaven. Aside from the creased slacks, he was bare. Obviously, he had spent the night. He shrugged at her surprise. “Is it such a crime?”

“You…used me to get to Heero?” She whispered, her eyes darting between the two.

“At first.” He moved closer, slithering towards Relena like a serpent. Heero’s eyes narrowed as Trowa took her hand, stroked her palm with his long, elegant index finger. “Heero is one of the most demanding, powerful lovers I have ever known. I wanted to continue what he started nine years ago. We may have been only boys, but obviously there was something there.” His emerald eyes lingered into Heero’s stormy ones before turning back to Relena. “But then I discovered why the female sex was so alluring. You surrender to me. You’re soft and yielding and come…” His words trailed off as his fingers danced over the lapels of her robe. He seemed to lose his train of thought momentarily before shaking the reverie. “You are both so alike personally but react so differently in bed. It…excites me. Honestly, attempting to use Relena was probably one of the most intelligent and pleasurable plots to backfire since…well, ever.” Trowa chuckled softly.

Heero rolled his eyes. For someone who spent years saying so little, he certainly never learned when to shut up. Relena was too apprehensive to realize this. Heero was fuming. Even as the truth came out, Trowa had the upper hand. Manipulative to no end.

“You’re not actually falling for this bullshit, are you?” Heero spat without thinking.

Relena met his eyes.

Trowa just shrugged. “It’s the truth.”

“That’s more than you’ve ever offered me,” She said finally.

Heero’s eyes narrowed into slits. “I love you,” He retorted.

She shook her head. “No. No, you don’t. You’re only jealous. You only love me because you want me. Love and lust are two different things, Heero.”

Heero’s hand shot out and an accusing finger at Trowa’s chest. “Do you honestly believe he loves you? That you love him?”

Trowa almost smiled. “I never claimed to love her. I know the difference, and so does she.”

Heero’s narrow glare burned into Relena. “Do you?”

She nodded. “I don’t love Trowa. I know it’s just sex…but the release…I need it. We both do, and for now…it’s all right by me.”

Heero couldn’t believe what he was hearing from that once pristine mouth. Had she become so tainted by Barton’s lies that she refused to see common sense? For a woman who preached truth and loyalty and love for everyone, didn’t she realize what a mockery she had become? She was blind, blind and ignorant, trapped in a twisted web of lust and deceit. How could she want to be with someone who didn’t even care about her? How could she be with Barton he he was the one who knew everything about her, her quirks and habits, saw her highs and lows, the one who truly loved her? How could she spit on his genuine emotion and side with a snake?

His fingers found his ankle holster and with a steady hand, he brought his pistol up to Barton’s chest. “No.”

Barton had the audacity to chuckle. “Are you going to shoot me, Heero? Because I remember the last time you held a gun on me all to well. Or have you forgotten our last encounter?”

Heero shook his head. “Only you would interpret it as pleasure.”

Barton seemed to sense Relena’s confusion and a cruel smile started to form against his perfect mouth. “Seeing as Heero found it fitout out me so blatantly, I feel I might as well shed light on some details that seemed to escape his attention.” He stared straight into Heero’s eyes as the words came out. “Briefly, during the war, Heero was my lover.”

Relena gasped.

“A surprise? I hope not. Why would I still want him to this day? The war was a desperate time for all of us, and even the perfect soldier needed solace. I knew what I was at sixteen, but our friend didn’t understand his sexuality at the time, couldn’t. Even now, he claims to be straight, yet he still equates sex with having power. Perhaps that is why he chose to fuck me a couple days ago. He told me to stay away and punctuated it by sticking his dick in my ass.”

Her hand clasped over her mouth and Heero swore to himself. It was over. He lost her completely now. And it was all Barton’s fault.

He aimed his gun at Trowa’s chest, ready to fire, when the taller man attempted to overpower him, grabbing his wrists and shoving them into the air. The gunshot ripped through the air, hitting the ceiling. Plaster crumbled over them, dusting them in white powder as Trowa’s knee rose to Heero’s stomach to dislodge the weapon from his hands.

Twisting to the side, Heero’s elbow rose to jab Trowa’s face, twice, slamming into his nose until blood sprayed down his handsome unshaven face. They fell to the floor, a heap of limbs, Trowa’s foot pounding into Heero’s chest with a sickening thud, all the while their hands fumbled sweatily for the revolver lodged between Heero’s fingers.

Heero attempted to push Trowa off, but the taller man refused to be shoved, snapping Heero’s arm with enough force to break bone. Relena cried out, but there was little she could do to stop the men as they wrestled for control. To her horror she heard the sickening crack, a sudden gasp and another shot was fired. Then there was silence.

Relena screamed.




To be continued…finale