unrequited

unrequited

disclaimer: yeah, don’t sue me
warning: poor, poor heero never knew what was coming… but it was him.
an: change of focus narration, but you’ll get it. btw, I apologize for my sick mind in advance. or is it too late?

//careful what you’re feeling
on the inside
you should try to remember
the good times and the high life
are you feeling all right?//


finger eleven – good times

chapter seven/control


He was haunted by a living ghost.

He was haunted and relief was far from coming…but he was. “Jesssssussssss,” he moaned, watching his seed spill down the shower drain and the water trickle over his now flaccid member.

Not that this would sedate him. It merely took the edge off for a few hours or until he took up his duties and take afternoon watch. Then it would be hard to hide his arousal behind the stoic mask he wore. In fact, it would be fucking impossible.

He had to get another job.

He’d started dreaming about her, dreaming about her in that rumpled and ripped maid’s costume, dreaming about the ample cleavage and creamy thighs and that mouth, that full, pouty mouth that made him think about what it would look like wrapped around his dick. The dreams no longer came while he was sleeping, no, now they floated into his waking life as daydreams and reveries that had the power to turn him as hard as a pike. The first fantasies didn’t have much too them, more or less they were about straight fucking, but now they had developed into something else, detailed interludes involving leather and lace and chains and whips and strawberries and…

He was stiff again!

He jumped into bed, grabbing the semi-awake partner from last night and thrusting sharp, causing her to cry out. “Still hungry?” Dorothy asked, dipping her claws into his shoulders as he rode her hard, shaking the bed frame and probably giving her linen burns. He went fast to end it – he didn’t care if he came too quickly and left her unsatisfied – Dorothy was a big girl with a suitcase of toys to do that job. But being the stubborn bitch she was she did come – seconds before he erupted.

She licked the length of his neck, crossing her legs around him to keep his dick lodged in her sickly slick pussy. “You’re like a machine.” She purred. “I think you set a record tonight for consecutive hard-ons.” She squeezed his ass, stirred his once sated cock. “What were you thinking about this time?”

Dorothy was thinner and taller than Relena, with fucking ugly eyebrows and the wrong type of mouth, but the blond hair gave him something to work with as he flipped her onto her stomach and entered her from behind, his fingers digging into her hips for leverage. Not a perfect replica, but with some imagination he could use the slut.


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Later, still un-sated despite many various attempts, Heero headed for ESUN headquarters to relieve Dickson of his duty. As per usual, Dickson flirted uninhibitedly with Relena’s ample secretary while the Minister worked alone in her office behind closed doors.

“Don’t you have better things to do?” Heero deman his his eyebrows knitted in annoyance.

Dickson shrugged. “Minister Darlian wanted to be alone to finish her paperwork. I told her I’d be right outside if she needed me,” He answered, leaning back against the modern leather reception room sofa.

“I’m taking over. Prepare your report and go home. I’m sure Miss Davis has other work to do.” Heero rolled his eyes before stalking into Relena’s office, as per usual.

She was alone, good. She was wearing her reading glasses, the ones that almost slid off her nose, and her hair was piled loosely up. She had her legs crossed over her desk, causing her already short skirt to ride further up her slender thighs revealing the scalloped lace edge of her sheer black stockings. She was engrossed in her paperwork, not that he was actually looking at anything beyond that amazing set of stems.

“Yes?” She interrupted his fantasy, looking at him over her glasses. She did not appear amused with his intrusion, not that she ever did, but it was the first time he recalled her protest. “This had better be important Yuy, I am very busy with these contracts. Didn’t Dickson warn you I wanted to be alone?”

Want. The word meant something different in his vocabulary. “It’s getting late. You shouldn’t stay in the city after dark. It’s not safe.”

She looked at him incredulously. “Safe? I am well aware of the risks, now please, let me get back to work without all these interruptions. I’m in the middle of creating a treaty to create peace between the mining coalitions of L2. “ She retorted, turning back to her work and dismissing him with a wave of her hand.

Insolence and arrogance. Was she purposely attempting to provoke further frustration, perhaps incur his wrath? Was she hiding something?

“I don’t care if the fate of ESUN rests with you staying alone in this office. It’s time to go.” He stepped forward, twirling her chair around so that those beautiful legs were plants firmly on the floor. If he hadn’t been watching her legs maybe he would have noticed the soft whirling noise from her chair.

“No,” She insisted, pushing her chair away.

A low growl erupted from deep in his throat and he grabbed her arm – not violently with enough force to pull her to her feet. Then her heard something hit the floor and the source if the whirling noise was revealed. Deep between her thighs she had been pleasuring herself with a vulgarly shaped purple vibrator.

He didn’t speak at first. He was too fixated at the ferociously vibrating plastic penis moving in circles on the Persian rug to answer. He released his grip on her arm and turned to face her, expecting embarrassment, but alas he gone none. Folding her arms indignantly under her heavy breasts she carried herself well for someone caught masturbating with peace accords in hand. “I was bored when Dorothy stopped by.”

With the grace of a former queen she picked the offending pleasure toy up and switched it off. Looking away, she held it casually out to him. “You want it?”

Heero swallowed. The fucking thing was gleaming with her juices all over it. He wanted to take it and lick it clean in front of her, then offer to do the same to her. “I’ll let you get your things together, then we will go,” He said, moving to the door. Just as he was about to leave, he turned back to her, “Were you almost there?”

She almost smiled. “For the third time, yes.”

He closed the door and promptly retired to the men’s washroom to jerk off.


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The ride to Peacecraft Manor was quiet. Relena didn’t make small talk, Heero couldn’t even try. He was too busy pretending not to watch her chew her pen as she worked on those damn contracts. In and out of her wet mouth it went, almost teasing-like. What was she trying to do?

As he closed the heavy doors behind him and walked into the main foyer, he turned to find her watching him, arms folded and an annoyed expression on her face. “Do you want me because I’m with someone else, or because it’s another Gundam pilot?”

He didn’t answer.

“But you do, don’t you? You want me nevertheless.” She moved closer, close enough for him to smell what little remained of the scented body oil she applied every morning.

His body was beginning to notice the close proximity and react. Relying on every discipline within his body he willed himself to take no notice, little avail.

Her fingers curled around his forearms, the tips of her breast grazing his pectorals. “For so long I waited for you, Heero. Too long. Trowa made me whole again, he filled me with what you took. I now see what it looks like to have those feelings unrequited.” She licked her top lip and continued. “He wanted me to play seductress, use you. I now see there is no need.” She reached down and grabbed his erection, stiff with undeniable loyalty. “I am free of you, Heero. Finally.” She released him and moved upstairs, not bothering to look back.

Heero, the master of cool demeanor, wizard of the aloof and unfazed façade, admittedly did feel something sear his psyche with her brazen words and actions. The lust was still strong, undeniably, but now he knew why and that filled him with an even worse emotion – anger.


To be continued..