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Executive Orders	By : smartycat Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Het - Male/Female > Heero/Relena Views: 4060 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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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
- 7
- 8
- 9
Chapter Summary: In which Relena�s public appearance goes wrong and a couple �celebrates� their engagement. Also known as the Chippendale Wufei chapter... ^_^;;

Executive Orders

~An Out of Control Sequel~

by

Smarty Cat

smartycat9383@yahoo.com

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Part 8 -- Allure

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Wufei stared intently at the wall of camera monitors he had installed in Relena's room as he drained his coffee cup. He grimaced at the bitter aftertaste left lingering in his mouth and tapped his fingers impatiently against his armrest.
The situation had gone from bad to worse. Relena had yet to overcome her bewilderment while Heero had become more frigid than ever despite Wufei's opening attempts to bring him to his senses, and everyone who knew them became quite uncomfortable in the face of their cold civility on the rare occasions their paths crossed. The tabloids were having a wonderful time splashing lurid headlines regarding the Vice-Foreign Minister across their front pages, and the leak had yet to be found. Une was furious of course, and Preventer security came out in full force every time there was a hint that Relena might make a public appearance though until today he had kept her safely ensconced on the grounds.
He glanced at the battered and ink covered calendar. It was the twenty-fourth. To say that he had misgivings about the upcoming public appearance was a vast understatement. Something had to be done and done soon. But what?
The Chinese man frowned as he considered how the public had turned on Relena once her purity came into question. She was still the same person. Why were they so blind that they could not see that? The entire situation should have never occurred. It was all a massive mistake. And it would have to be rectified very soon. His conscience demanded it, and Une required it. No matter what the cost. And it appeared that more extreme measures would be necessary. Relena would not be happy about that, but her happiness was a secondary consideration to her security.
A quiet knock ded ded at the massively ornate door leading to Relena's suite, followed by Sally's lithe form sliding through the open crack.
"Relena's been dressed and prepped and is safely in the limo. Are you ready?" she asked, moving to stand beside him and staring at the angry and vocal crowds thronging the gate.
"As much as I'll ever be."
"It's disgusting," she remarked, jerking her chin at the protesters.
"Yeah. Let's go." Wufei grabbed his Preventer jacket and flung it over his shoulder.
Sally kissed him briefly on the cheek before they parted at the doorway. "Meet you at the ambassador's. Try not to get too angry. You know how bad that is for your blood pressure."
***
Relena stared out the limousine's dark tinted bulletproof windows anxiously as they pulled up outside Ambassador Windcreft's home. The police and the Preventer security force had roped off a walkway to both the doorway and the public speaking platform, but the hordes of people yelling and waving picket signs bearing her name pa wit with vulgar and derogatory statements pushed hard against the barricade. She swallowed nervously, searching for some sign of a friendly or at least familiar face.
There were none.
The door opened suddenly, and Heero loomed in it, his features black and nearly indistinguishable against the sunlight. He stretched out a hand, and her eyes widened. She started to reach for it hesitantly, wishing that she could see his eyes and expression well enough to read them, but the female delegate beside her quickly seized it, sending a quick flirtatious smile up at the dark Preventer as he escorted her out of the car and along the walkway.
Relena thought her heart had shattered at first, but then she realized she did not, could not, feel anything at all. She blanked her face carefully out of habit and climbed out of the limo unaided. She felt shrouded in a numb haze, barely registering the jeers that marked her appearance. He had said . . .
And suddenly, seemingly from out of nowhere, Wufei materialized at her side. His arm curarouaround her waist, and he pulled her close to him, supporting her body as they began their own slow, torturous progress between the barricades.
"How many times must I tell you to stay in the car until I get you out before it will sink in, Darlian? Do you realize at all what kind of position you just put yourself in?" he demanded in a harsh undertone.
"Did you see Heero?" Relena whispered, her voice tiny.
"Of course I saw, you foolish woman. And don't you dare get depressed and wishy-washy on me now. It was deliberate, but not in the way you think. He was doing his job," Wufei assured her bluntly. "You're the priority today so you get Preventer elite. Me. You're my responsibility, do you understand? And Sally should be nearby," he added grimly, eyeing the jeering crowd warily.
"She's the woman that slipped me that damn escort service card, the whole damn reason the whole world thinks that I'm a promiscuous whore."
"Watch your language. You're in public," he reminded her curtly. "Stay proud, stay strong, don't mention it, and don't believe it because it's not true." His arm tightened briefly in a comforting squeeze as he propelled her through the hordes of press and security.
"Says the guy who watches me in bed," she responding, needing the comfort of the familiar banter that had grown between them with a sn acn ache in her heart.
"You weren't in a bed. Besides the job includes guarding my charges at all times . . . even during trysts. It's actually covered in training. �How to be discrete when the breathing gets hot and heavy,�" he whispered back, answering her unspoken desire for reassurance and familiarity.
"You poor thing. I'm sure you were so miserable when that part was covered. Anyway it's easy for you to say to ignore it all, but you're not the one condemned for being human."
His arm around her waist stiffened, pulling her closer as his dark glare raked the crowd. "Ignore the unwashed masses. Let them wallow in their ignorance."

"You think everyone is ignorant if they happen to disagree with you," Sally remarked wryly as she appeared at Relena's side, looping her arm through the diplomat's and pulling them through the security personnel towards Windcreft's home.
"What are you doing?" Relena demanded at their sudden change in direction.
"Getting you inside as quickly as possible. There's been a change of plans. You won't be speaking publicly today. It'll be recorded and televised later."
"What?! No!"
She dug in her heels and struggled in their respective grips. Sally shot her a sympathetic look but did not stop. Relena decided to try a different tactic and went absolutely limp in their arms, forcing them to drag her. Wufei snorted and swept her up in his arms, marching toward the entryway with the struggling woman beating his shoulders and writhing in his arms and Sally trotting beside them trying to talk some sense into Relena.
"Relena, you're making a scene!"
However, Relena's attention was not on the woman at her side. From her vantage point around Wufei's neck she could see Heero in front of them, and as he looked back and swept his eyes across the crowd as though he searched for something, he saw her. Their eyes locked over the widening gulf between them, and he shook his head once, curtly and deliberately. She watched him propel the lady diplomat he guarded toward the speaking forum with slightly more force than was necessary and jerk his head significantly at the door to the ambassador's home, his mouth rounding around a single syllable.
"Go."
With that, the fragile bubble of bitterness that had sheltered her gave into its widening cracks and shattered completely, thrusting her fully back into the chaos surrounding her--chaos that centered on and existed only due to her presence. And she could do nothing to prevent it, nothing to stop it, nothing but dig her nails into Wufei's shoulders and stare at her accusers in silent vehemence. Jeers erd amd among the gathered protesters with renewed vigor when they realized that the Vice Foreign Minister's attention focused on them, and onlookers close enough to see what was happening on the walkway slung crude remarks at the Preventer cradling his ward.
"Going off to do your business so soon, Miss Relena? You give new meaning to the title Vice Foreign Minister, don't you?" one woman called from near the front, venom and menace oozing from her saccharine-sweet voice. "You do have good choice in men though; I'll give you that."
Sally glared warningly at the offender, her blue eyes flashing with violent promise. "That's my fiance you're talking about."
The woman and her companions fell silent as another group of Preventers closed ranks around the Vice Foreign Minister. Wufei shot Sally a wry look from the corner of his eye.
"Really?" he inquired drolly.
"Yes, Wufei, we're getting married. I'm not asking you again. Pickate.ate."
"Saturday?" he offered, amusement flickering across his harsh features.
Sally looked at Relena. "Saturday good for you?"
"Sure," she responded, a little dazed at the swiftness of the sudden odd turn of events.
Sally patted her arm comfortingly. "We can have my bachelorette party Friday night then."
Wufei started, jostling both the blonde in his arms and the one at his side. "What?! NAbsoAbsolutely not! You are not going out alone to chase after men of few morals and fewer clothes armed with alcohol and dollar bills! Not ever and certainly not now!"
***
"So, Wufei, enjoying the show?"
The Chinese man shot a killing glare at his charge, but she merely stared back innocently. At her side Sally whooped as loud cheering erupted from the crowd of uninhibited women around them.
"Yeah, baby! Take it off!"
Relena flushed and averted her eyes. Wufei noted the stain creeping across her cheeks with unconcealed interest. He leaned across the small table, eyes mocking and smile toothy. "I should ask you the same question. Enjoying the show, Darlian?"
"Of course," she responded archly, swirling the straw in her barely touched drink.
"You might enjoy it more if you actually looked at them."
"My reputation's already ruined!" she hissed back. "Wmoremore do you want?"
"Then why not enjoy yourself? If you're going to be condemned you should at least be condemned for something you did."
"Logic like that doesn't work so well in politics."
"I say go for it," Sally remarked, setting her empty martini glass down decisively. "You've given so much to the world, and if they can't accept that you're grown up and a woman now . . . well, screw them."
"That's the problem," Relena moaned, bowing her head and raking a hand through her cascade of dye darkened ringlets.
"Well, if you're going to be miserable why don't we just leave?" Wufei asked, standing up from the small table. "It's not like those overgrown oafs on the stage are worth staying here."
Sally pouted and eyed him, a speculative gleam appearing in her eyes. "You think you could do better?"
"Of course," he shot back absently, calculating the quickest route to the exit.
"Prove it then."
Relena choked on her drink.
Wufei turned slowly. "What was that, woman?"
"You heard me. If you think you can do better then prove it. Wufei, get naked."
"I will not," he stated flatly.
"Challenge!" Sally sang back cheerfully. "You can't back out now."
"I'm rather sure it's not allowed . . ." Relena ventured timidly, staring firmly at the tabletop.
"We'll see," Sally answered with a catty smile, getting up and striding over to the dancing platform. One of the establishment's guards intercepted her, but she greeted him with a smile and after a moment's brief discussion he escorted her up to the dancing platform. She flashed a handful of money at the oiled dancer gyrating above her, and he obligingly bent down at her beckoning. She whispered furiously in his ear for a moment, gesturing back at the Chinese man glaring at them from several feet away. The dancer nodded finally and rose, sashaying his way back behind the curtain.
A chorus of disappointed moans and complaints rose from the woman lining the platform, several of them turning annoyed glares on Sally who just shrugged and smiled back sweetly. She had ensured that it was public knowledge at the club that she was getting married the next day, thus acquiring preferential treatment. This was her night, and all the guests knew it. After several moments the announcer emerged, microphone in hand and a broadly amused smile on her face. She made shushing motions wier her hands and the crowd quieted.
"I hope all you ladies out there are having fun tonight!" she boomed, sweeping her free arm in a grand gesture.
"We were!" someone hollered from the back.
"Ah, well, about that . . . ," the announcer smirked. "All you ladies know that we aim to please and refuse to let a single customer leave dissatisfied. But, sad to say, we have a malcontent among us tonight."
Cries of disbelief met her announcement.
"That's right!" A spotlight landed on Wufei, blinding Relena behind him. "This fine young man here says he can do it better than our trained professional dancers. So not only is a customer disappointed with the show but he has insulted the quality of our service."
A chorus of catcalls met this announcement, and Relena found herself admiring the announcer's skill with the crowd. She played off of and controlled their emotions quite well.
"I know. He's such an awful fellow. But we're all about equality here so what do you say we give him the opportunity to put his money where his mouth is? It's what our lovely bride-to-be desires. Does everyone else agree?"
"Hell yeah! He's one hot son of a bitch!" Laughter and cheers broke out following this statement from an older woman, and the announcer winked exaggeratedly and beckoned to Wufei.
"You heard them, Wufei." Sally shoved him forward. "Get up there and make me proud."
He glanced back at her, raising one sardonic brow and barely suppressing a wicked smirk. She had turned this into a matter of pride. If Sally wanted a show, a show Sally would get. "What about the girl?"
Sally smirked back. "Don't worry. She'll be nearby." She winked. "She wants you, remember? Now don't start �til I get up there. I want a perfect view."
Relena's head shot up in open alarm when Sally's hand clamped around her wrist.
"Wha . . .?!"
"Come on!" Sally encouraged her, tugging her out of her chair. "There's no way you want to miss this!"
Relena stumbled as Sally pulled her through the crowd of raucous women. An oddly familiar looking young woman caught her elbow and steadied her, and Relena stared back at her curiously as she trailed Sally to the dancing platform. "Is he really going to do this?" she panted.
"Of course. Wufei never backs down from a challenge. You should know that."
They exploded forward next to the sweltering stage lights, Sally checking Relena sharply. The younger woman wobbled on her heels and jerked back with a muffled shriek when she realized her head was at eye level with Wufei's denim clad crotch.
He folded his arms across his chest and raised a mocking eyebrow as he stared down at her red face. A smirk spread across his features as a sultry, pulsating beat filled the air and the lights dimmed. He stepped back toward the center of the platform and pivoted slowly on his heel. He remained still for a moment, only his head bobbing slightly as he familiarized himself to the rhythm.
Then he danced.
It was like nothing Relena had ever seen before: a strange blend of the traditional stripping moves the other dancers had used and martial arts with just a little of Latin dance thrown into the mix. He taunted his audience with hints and flashes of beautifully toned skin and sculpted muscle, running his own hands teasingly across his shirt before removing it. The lucky few who pleaded and begged enough to satisfy his monstrous ego he rewarded with brushes from his stomach and hips as he danced close enough for them to shove money into the waist of his jeans. Sally screamed with gusto at Relena's side, her enthusiasm laced with joyous laughter as her intended revealed just a hint of how talented he would be in the bedroom.
Wufei's gyrations slowed into a gentle rocking motion as he pulled out his sidearm, and the women screamed louder at the introduction of what they believed to be an overtly sexual prop. His eyes locked onto Re, hi, his own challenge clear in his gaze as he bent to grasp her hand. She felt compelled to move to him, to obey him, the music singing through her blood and another pair of dark eyes staring out at her in her mind.
Wufei lifted her onto the stage easily and proceeded to twine himself around her, enticing her to participate in the dance with nudges of his body. Her arms wrapped around his bare torso of their own accord, and they moved together under the hot lights. His skin, warm and slick, slid beneath her hands as she clung to him, and as his own hands drifted over her curves, molding her to his body, she felt the first faint sparks of desire flare low in her stomach.
He slid the barrel of the gun lightly down the side of her cheek, and Relena shivered as the cold metal raised goose pimples on her fevered skin.
"Wicked fantasies, Darlian?" he whispered so lowly that she could barely hear him, but the effect was as great as throwing cold water on her.
Her eyes snapped open from where they had drifted lazily shut as the reality of what she was doing and who she was with crashed down on her. Heero would never dance with her like this, never tease her with a weapon, never bring her up on a stage and act out lovemaking, never put her in such a dangerous position. Certainly not now, with the public opinion so negative toward her. And under normal circumstances, neither would Wufei . . . so what was her bodyguard thinking?
The barrel brushed across her lips and continued down her throat. She swallowed, suddenly anxious. "Is that thing loaded?"
A smile curved his lips, and her pulse jumped in alarm. "Is that a proposition?"
"No," she replied unsteadily.
"Then yes," he responded, nuzzling her nose with his own. "It always is. Trust me?"
"No." This time her voice emerged more assured.
"Good," he breathed against her face, suddenly disentangling them and stepping back.
Relena slid to the floor of the dancing platform, unprepared for his sudden move and the resulting loss of support. Wufei stood above her, the gun leveled between her eyes.
"Look at it," his voice came to her, low and compelling. "Look, Relena. What do you see?"
Relena stared at the gun, noting how the spotlights seemed to reflect off etchings in its dark surface. She tilted her head to one side which revealed an image on the gun. A bird, fire streaming from its pinions.
"What do you feel? Show the world what you want, who you love. Show them, Relena. Show him."
Her breath caught in her throat, and her gaze jerked back up to his. He stared back quietly, shifting the weapon closer to her face. Relena hesitated only briefly before reaching for his wrist with both of her hands and drawing the barrel to her mouth. She surged forward on her knees, her mouth meeting the edge of the cold metal in a hesitant kiss as she closed her eyes. Wild cheers erupted from the women around her, but she was conscious only of the feel and taste of the metal on her lips and the flaming bird that seemed imprinted on the insides of her eyelids. The lights flashed off suddenly, darkening her blind view of the phoenix, and the music stopped. She opened her eyes, unable to see anything in the blackness, and Wufei hauled her to her feet.
"What's happening?" she demanded shakily as he pulled her behind him. Her body still hummed with unreleased tension, and her legs were wobbly and unsteady.
"Show's over," he responded tersely. "Time to go home."
"You're not telling me everything!"
"I never do. Things are going according to plan, don't worry."
Bright bursts of blue and yellow light punctuated the darkness around them as he dragged her to the back of the stage. She inhaled sharply and dug her nails into his wrist. "You planned this?! Wufei, those are cameras! Cameras aren't supposed to be allowed in here!" she hissed furiously. "Are you sure you don't want to clue me in on this �plan� of yours since I do not like where it seems to be going!"
"Things always have to get worse before they get better," he responded blandly. "Heero is the only person whose opinion really matters to you, isn't it?"
"That's hardly relevant now since you've just managed to ruin all the progress I'd made and confirm what he originally thought about me!"
He spun her and shoved her up against the wall of the backstage. "You really should remember to tell me these things next time then," he warned as he loomed over her. "What progress? What did he say?"
"To give him time to come arou" sh" she whispered tremblingly, her stomach sinking with horror as she realized that after all the trouble at the press conference several days ago she had forgotten to inform Wufei of her conversation with Heero earlier that morning.
Wufei swore softly and released her, his knuckles turning white around the limp bundle of his shirt and jacket. "This complicates matters."
Anger surged through Relena, and she wished illogically that he would put on his shirt so she could choke him with it. She settled for shoving him across the narrow hallway and stepping deliberately onto his feet to decrease the difference in their heights. Ignoring the curious faces of the dancers and other staff peering around doorways up and down the hall, she clenched her fists and stared heatedly into Wufei's eyes from scant inches away. "You will explain to me how making me look like the whore everyone thinks I am is supposed to help me win Heero back. Now, Wufei."
"You always want what you can't have?" he offered with a shrug.
Her mouth worked furiously for several seconds, but she was so incensed that sound refused to come out.
"Look, it'll be okay. I promise." He patted her awkwardly on the shoulder, his expression wary as he slowly eased her tense form off his feet. "I screwed up. I'll fix it."
"I don't think you can," she bit out tersely before turning and storming down the hall in search of Sally, leaving scantily clad muscular dancers that towered over her cringing in her wake.
Sally was waiting for them in the doorway of a vacant dressing room and, noticing Relena's shell-shocked expression, clapped her on the back. "I stand corrected, Wufei. You two were amazing!" She turned her openly amused gaze to Relena and shook her head wryly. "As for you, I'm not sure whether to be jealous or ask you to form a threesome."
"You wouldn't," Wufei responded from the depths of his shirt. "You're too selfish."
"This isn't happening to me," Relena muttered to herself, sinking down in a chair. She needed something simple and mundane to concentrate on, preferably something with few blatantly sexual connotations, and sweeping her gaze across the mostly bare room and by consequence unintentionally across Wufei's firm backside she found it.
"That argument won't work here, Wufei. I'd have twice the fun, twice the pleasure." Sally's eyes twinkled merrily, and he opened his mouth to retort when he suddenly noticed that she was not looking at him. Those sparkling eyes were focused on something behind him. Something whose hand had wormed its way into his pants and then retreated.
"What are you doing?" he demanded, whirling around.
Relena glanced up at him dismissively from the wad of money she was thumbing through. "Counting my money."
"Your money, Darlian?" he asked, incredulity and menace coloring his tone. "My money."
She tossed her head, glaring up at him defiantly. "I earned it just as much as you did! Maybe more so! You. Owe. Me."
"I don't think so," he growled, taking a threatening step forward only to be halted by Sally's outstretched arm.
"Let it go, Wufei. It's been a perfect night. A smashing success!"

A.N. No, Sally does not know about Wufei�s little �plan.� If she did, do you really think she�d be so happy? But she finds out in the next cha...
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