unrequited

unrequited


disclaimer: *insert speal*
an: this chapter does contain a new point of view hence the title.


chapter five/voyeur


Something was wrong. It was too quiet. Even for a mansion as large and empty as Peacecraft Manor, there were sounds of life – the occasional housekeeper making rounds, the sound of sprinklers on the grounds, the chef’s opera radio station, a lone television. But tonight there were none of those sounds. It was only ten p.m., far to early for the house to be so silent.

Heero checked the monitors once more to confirm his suspicions. Everything seemed clear. Relena’s room was pitch black – a little unusual for ten o’clock but she had been working hard lately. Heero took a swig of his cold coffee and stretched out his lean frame before starting his rounds. It would probably be nothing, but intuition told him to keep a wary eye tonight.

He went straight for Relena’s room first, third floor up, left wing. He was slightly surprised when he found light under her doors – the cameras were black. Interesting. Something had to be up, unless –

He heard a giggle. Muffled somewhat, but definitely a giggle. Then it was followed by a low chuckle in a deeper baritone. Relena wasn’t in danger – but she wasn’t alone.

Something inside him told him to burst in spouting rules – no unauthorized visitors after 9pm unless he approved, so forth. But not tonight. He didn’t know why at the time, but he peeked into the room via the peephole and couldn’t believe his eyes.

She was dressed in a French maid’s outfit, complete with pushup bra, garters and fishnet stockings and high heels that should have been outlawed. Her hair was wild, wavy and her skin flushed – not that he could see her face. She was muffling her sounds with a pillow as she law on her back, her legs spread and in the air as she buckled against Trowa Barton’s mouth while he lapped voraciously at her aching womanhood.

He nearly fell over with surprise. Of all people…it explained why he wanted to come out of isolation though. And Relena was pretty quick to forget her crush on him, he had to admit to his disappointment. Actually…there was something undeniably attractive seeing her like that – vulnerable and sweating, wet…he felt something harden inside him at the though of himself between those smooth milky thighs tasting her for the first time, the last time.

He couldn’t take his eyes off her, even as she came. She cried out, her cry muffled by the pillow. Trowa climbed up her body, pulled the offending article from her hands and kissed her with a mouthful of her on his tongue. She bit into his kiss, rising with it until she was sitting up in his lap. Trowa was still wearing his pants, but it was painfully obvious how aroused he was. The man was as fucking hard as a pike.

“Well servant, your Master wishes to fuck you now.” He replied with an evil smile over his thin lips.

Relena licked her lips. “Yes Master,” she cooed. “Fuck me you shall. Now where will you put it?” She asked coyly. “Shall you fuck my mouth?” She asked, gliding her fingers along her full, swollen lips. “Shall I ready my dripping wet cunt for you instead?” Her fingers ran down the layers of black and white costume to lift the flimsy skirt. She rubbed her pussy gently then tasted herself, licked her fingers gracefully before turning onto her knees, lifting her skirt and revealing her smooth round rear. “Or shall you take the back way of it, Master?”

He sight of her smooth tight backside Heero’s fingers started to pull at his zipperd wrd wrap around his hot dick. How he wanted to plunge into that firm ass, tight and hot like a virgin twat. He began jerking off as he watched, hard to mimic hoe he would violate that body – ripe and exuberant with sexual prowess.

Trowa grabbed her ass cheeks and squeezed – rougher than necessary, pulling her towards his now freed erection. “Servant,” He pulled her hair to push her forward, until her back was hard against his chest. “I will take you as I find you. Wet, wanton and mine, you stupid little whore.” Relena grinned, her face flushed with pleasure and arousal.

Heero continued to masturbate, his arousal peaking as she was thrust forward, her breasts escaping the confines of the corset-style top.

Trowa pushed her forward as he took her from behind, forcefully, causing her to cry out and fabric to tear. He began to thrust into her violently, almost hatefully and Relena cried out from every stroke, rubbing her clit with one hand, supporting herself with the other.

“Harder,” she moaned, and her lover complied, rattling the bed with his thrusts, pounding into her with enough force to split wood.

“You’re going to feel me tomorrow and the day after,” Trowa moaned, his forehead slick with sweat.

Relena jerked forward, screaming her release. Heero saw her mouth form a perfect O and came instantly, spilling his seed into his hand and onto the floor.

He lifted his hand from his open pants and looked back through the peephole. Relena had collapsed, Trowa on top of her. She was looking straight towards him, eyelids heavy but with a delirious smile on her face. Did she see?

Then she winked at him.

Heero ran.


To be continued.