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Executive Orders	By : smartycat Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Het - Male/Female > Heero/Relena Views: 4060 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing/AC, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Longing
- 2-Want
- 3-Hunger
- 4-Desire
- 5-Tempest
- 6-Craving
- 7-Need
- 8-Allure
- 9-Thrill
- 10-Charm
- 11-Intimacy
- 12-Afterglow
- 4
- 5
- 6
Please don't be too angry with our wayward lovebirds after this. They're only human (kinda...), and I promise everything will turn out all right in the end.

Chapter Summary: In which there are multiple confrontations and Relena unwittingly and unwillingly acquires a roommate.

Fondest birthday wishes to Raine Yuy, beck, and kmf

I love you ladies!

Executive Orders

~An Out of Control Sequel~
by

Smarty Cat

smartycat9383@yahoo.com

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Part 5 -- Tempest

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He felt . . . torn.
Indecision was a rather novel experience for Heero Yuy, and he found he did not like it. He leaned against the sink in the private bathroom attached to his office and stared at his reflection in the mirror as steam from the running shower began to wind about the room. He did not look any different except for a slight, nearly unnoticeable swelling of his lips. But, then again, he reflected, that was only because he was still fully clothed. The Preventer uniform hid the bites and nail marks scattered down his chest and stomach.
And therein lay his dilemma. Relena had used him for instant gratification and pleasure, though she had admittedly given them back to him in return. He felt dirty, dirty beyond the stickiness of chocolate and saliva smeared on his torso, dirty beyond sweat and the lingering smell of sex, used and discarded by everyone in his life. Relena was no different. And that made his chest ache in a strange and uncomfortable.&nb. He wanted to pretend that nothing had happened, but at the same time he wanted to imprint the memory of her, her touch, her scent, her voice, onto his body, never to be forgotten. A little slice of heaven, a slice of simultaneous hell.
Heero closed his eyes and reached for the shower knob. The water petered out, dripping slowly from the tap and then stopping completely. The memory could remain for a little while longer. After all memories always fade.

***
"So, what have you been doing today?" Sally inquired pleasantly, poking her head around Wufei's door.
He started, almost guiltily she noted with inquisitive amusement, quicquickly brought his feet down from his desktop, hastily chucking a small disk behind him.
"Don't you ever knock?" he demanded peevishly, his cheeks darkening with something Sally was certain was not anger.
"Where would the fun be in that?" she laughed, tossing him a paper bag. "I wouldn't have any chance at all to catch you in an embarrassing moment. But you still haven't answered my original question . . . even after I was nice enough to bring you food. So," she drawled, sitting in the chair Relena had cleared of books and crossing her long legs slowly, "what have you been up to today, hmmm?"
A strangled look crossed his features at her particular choice of words and body movements, and he willed the capillaries in his face not to expand. He would not blush, damn it!
"Nothing."
Sally scoffed, leaning forward and perfectly framing her breasts with her arms. "I hardly believe that. You've always done something."
"Fine then. If it will shut you up I let my best pair of handcuffs get broken and initiated the downfall of mankind as we know it."
"Is that all? You've had quite an uneventful morning."
"Think you can top it, woman?"
She smiled sweetly, albeit toothily, at him. "I do so love it when you call me that. It brings out all my hidden Neanderthal longings. I miss my club and the cave . . . the wheel, fire . . . And, Wufei, I do believe your forehead's gotten bigger."
He glared at her as he bit into his veggie burger.
"Would you like to know about my morning?"
He snorted and waved her away over his mouthful. Sally, of course, ignored him, abandoning her chair to hop up on his desk slightly to one side of him. After a few moments of scrounging through her pockets she pulled out a neatly folded square of paper and thrust it in his face. Wufei shot her an annoyed look as he snatched the paper from her hand, but the grave expression on her face silenced his customary snappy comeback.
"Damage control is a bitch, Wufei. Especially when you're really too late to do anything about it."
He somehow managed to hide the cold surge of alarm he felt as he read the words on the paper. It was far, far too soon. There was absolutely no way the tabloids could have possibly gotten wind of it yet.
"Une wants to see you later today too. I think you're getting a new assignment, Mr. Chang."
"Just what I've always wanted," he muttered, leaving his half-eaten burger on the desk and snatching a sword from its casement on the wall. He pulled it out of its sheath, tossing that carelessly onto the seat of his desk chair before stalking to the door.
"Where are you going with that?"
He raised the blade so that light danced across its cutting edge in a blinding shimmer.
"Mole hunting."

***
Benjamin Johnson whistled idly at his desk. Relena had left for her private meeting with the Parisian ambassador several minutes ago, and he had nothing to do. He was bored. His usual form of entertainment had been rendered off limits by a shockingly frightening pacifist. His ego hurt just to think of it. Other parts of his body also ached with the remembrance of the peculiar form of punishment she had imposed on him.
Relena could be quite alarming when she wanted to be. And her apparent lack of . . . delicate female sensibilities was completely unexpected. Ben could think of no other woman in his acquaintance who would have responded to seeing their double perform sex acts on television quite like Relena had. And she had remained unmoved!
"Either the woman's composure is incredible or she's a complete cold fish," he muttered, carefully balancing a pencil on his upper lip.
But her mood had improved when she'd stopped by to meet the ambassador. She had been civil, even friendly to her poor beleaguered personal assistant . . . although she had seemed rather subdued. However, anything was better than the icy scorn and disapproval she had been radiating.
Ben felt that things were almost back to where they should be and was both relieved and comforted . . . but that didn't change the fact that he was bored. His longing gaze slid to the drawer housing his plainly packaged "collection."
"Just one more won't hurt. No one will ever know."
His eager fingers curled around the drawer handle . . .
His pulse hammered with expectation . . .
The door flew open with a sharp bang . . .
Ben froze in place, absolutely petrified as his eyes raked over the armed Chinese man who had just kicked in the door.
"Can . . . can I h-h-help you? The Vice Foreign Minister . . . isn't . . . isn't in ri-right now!" he stammered, voice cracking.
Wufei's angry glare intensified as he strode forward. "You would use Relena as a shield to protect your own worthless life? I should cut your throat right now."
"Wufei, blood on the carpet is a no-no," Sally chided her her position in the doorway. "And I don't think Relena would particularly like it if you killed him."
"Relena is not thinking clearly right now."
"Really?" Her eyebrows rose. "Things just keep getting more and more interesting."
"Yes." Wufei turned his full attention back to the bespectacled blond cowering before him. "Now, worm, tell me if any of this is familiar to you."
Ben hastily read the paper shoved in his face and shook his head rapidly.
"Are you sure?"
"Not really!" he yelped as the sword shifted closer to his jugular. "I mean there was a card but she threw it away! And I don't have any interest in something like that!"
"So, you didn't spread this misinformati"
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