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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
- 8
- 9
- 10
Chapter Summary: In which there are confrontations galore and shots are fired.

Executive Orders

~An Out of Control Sequel~

by

Smarty Cat

smartycat9383@yahoo.com

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Part 9 -- Thrill

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"Smashing success, indeed," Wufei muttered caustically over his morning coffee. Relena had banished him back to his personal office in a fit of feminine hysteria, and he was only now beginning to realize how cramped and cluttered the small room was. The morning newspaper lay haphazardly on his desk where he had thrown it, the headline "Vice Foreign Minister Makes Love Not War" blazing in large block letters above a zoom picture of a dark-haired Relena giving a handgun the blow job of its existence. He cast a shrewd glance at his office clock. Yuy was nothing if not punctual, and he was due to arrive at work in . . . about three seconds.
Three . . .
Two . . .
One . . .

Wufei turned to face his door just as it flew open. Agent Hiroshi Yugen sta in, in, danger and tightly reined rage exuding from his every pore. He slammed another copy of the newspaper down atop Wufei's own, one finger jabbing harshly into the newsprint as he demanded, "Just what the hell is this?!"
"A photograph of Relena," Wufei replied calmly, taking another sip of his coffee, "with dark hair. And curls.�
"That's not what I'm talking about, and you know it!" Heero snarled, bracing himself on the desktop and glaring murderously up at his superior through a tangle of dark hair.
"Really?" Wufei asked mildly, his own gaze sharpening. "Perhaps you could clarify the matter you wish me to explain?"
"Look at what she's doing."
The security director shrugged. "Rather foolish, but nothing as dangerous or life threatening as some of the other stunts she's pulled."
Heero pointed at a small, puckered scar on the side of the wrist attached to the hand ing ing the gun. "Is this familiar to you? Because it is to me," he added grimly.
Wufei glanced carelessly down at the picture and raised his own right hand, turning it to the side. "I do have a scar that is remarkably similar," he acknowledged, carefully maintaining the mask of cool indifference necessary to keep Yuy off balance and less dangerous.
"Is it real?"
"My scar?"
"The picture!" Heero snarled, his voice ragged and harsh. "Is the fucking picture real?"
"While I cannot vouch for the validity of this particular photograph the events it depicts did indeed occur last night."
Wufei's painstakingly nursed cup of coffee shattered against the far wall as Heero lunged across the desk, seizing hold of Wufei's uniform and tightening the stiff material around his neck. They struggled for a moment, but Heero's emotional turmoil and the expanse of the desk between them kept him from getting the proper leverage needed to shut off Wufei's air supply.
They locked eyes, Heero's darker than normal with chaotic emotions and Wufei's filled with a fierce pity that enraged Heero. However, pity did not equal mercy, and Wufei landed a sharp blow across Heero's face, knocking him away. The two men stared at one another with intense, cruel eyes. Heero wiped the blood from his mouth and straightened slowly.
"Wufei, it's almost time to--What the hell is going on in here?" Sally demanded as she slipped into the room. She the the door behind her hurriedly and stared from one stiff-legged combatant to the other.
Neither man took his eyes off the other as Wufei answered her. "It doesn't matter, Sally, so go away."
"I'm afraid I can't do that," she snapped with a glare at the two of them. "And it does too matter! Heero's bleeding!"
Heero glanced over at her almost casually. "This isn't about you. And we don't want to hurt you." He turned his attention back to Wufei, continuing in a tone that was not quite conversational, "I was the one who was supposed to be adjusting to the new dynamic between us." He laughed bitterly. "And then she does this."
Wufei eyed him imperiously as he adjusted his uniform back to its usual non-strangling stateYouYou're out of line, Preventer Phoenix." He flung Heero's paper back at him. "And your powers of observation are lacking. If you had looked closely you would have noticed that's your gun. Not mine." He tapped the faint outline of the Preventer logo with the fiery bird stretched in flight above it.
Heero's eyes narrowed as he studied the image, and he jerked his head up, suspicion and anger still evident in his face. "Are you trying to set me up?"
Wufei barked a short, harsh laugh. "I'm trying to open your eyes."
"Really."
"You may enjoy being miserable but don't you dare make her unhappy. Not when she is my responsibility," Wufei said, leaning forward across his desk, his voice filled with protective intensity.
Heero raised mocking eyebrows and crumpled the picture in his hand. "You seem to be handling your �responsibilities� quite well."
The shorter man cast a sidelong glance at his subordinate and muttered, "You have no idea."
"What was that?" Heero demanded angrily.
Sally checked Heero's forward movement and inserted herself firmly between the two. "I am still here, and I am still waiting for an explanation. And if you dare patronize me again, I promise you will live to regret it," she added with a glare. "You two may be assassins, but I'm a doctor. I know more about pain and nerve endings than you ever will. Now back off and start talking."
Heero drew himself to his full height, his body tense with warning as he met Sally's gaze. "Consider this a favor. You won't be getting another one."
She folded her arms across her chest, not in the least intimidated. "I'll keep that in mind. Now, why don't you tell me why you're fighting with my fiance on our wedding day? It's a good thing it's just a civil ceremony or I'd have a fit about what you've done to the pictures. And I don't doubt that he deserves it, but I would like to know why."
For the first time, Heero appeared truly startled. "You're getting married? To Wufei?"
"In about an hour."
"Why?" The word slipped out without conscious thought, and Sally suppressed a wry smile.
"When I figure it out I'll let you know. But why were you fighting?"
"Forget it. It's not important."
"Really, Yuy?" Wufei remarked snidely. "It's not important? You are dismissed. Get. Out. And don't bother to come back."
Heero turned and stalked for the door, throwing a parting remark over his shoulder. "You don't know what you're doing, Sally."
"OUT!"
Heero wrenched the door open, only to come face to face with a pair of vivid sea blue eyes.
"Get back in there, Heero," Relena murmured quietly, her low tone unable to disguise the firmness of the words.
"No."
"Yes," she answered, taking a resolute step forward as handhand rose to hover over his chest though she took care not to touch him. "We are going to do what we should have done at the very beginning. We are going to sit down, and we are going to talk together like adults and explain just what the hell is going on here, and we will do it in a civilized manner. Now get in that office! That is an order, Preventer!"
He did not give way, and her eyes darted to the floor. Heero heard her sigh as she removed her hand from the air between them. "You said that you could control yourself even where I was concerned. Prove it, Heero."
He stepped back without a word, and she followed him in. Wufei looked up with an annoyed expression that was quickly veiled when Relena stepped out from behind Heero and pinned him with an ominous glare. "Just shut up, Chang. I am still very unhappy with you. We're going to try things my way this time."
"Oh good," Sally remarked with grim anticipation. "Maybe now that you're here the boys will be more willing to provide straight answers."
Re shu shut the door behind her and locked it. She turned slowly to the three pairs of wary eyes watching her and clasped her hands demurely in front of her. "Please," she smiled frigidly, command clear in her voice. "Sit."
Sally and Wufei sunk slowly into their seats, but Heero remained where he was, chin raised.
"You prefer to stand, Heero? wel well, but do it about three feet back. We're making a circle." Relena unceremoniously dumped a stack of Wufei's books in the floor and pulled the newly empty chair forward. "Circles facilitate discussion," she informed them with false cheer. "There's an equality among participants that you just can't get with any other geometric seating arrangement."
She beckoned to Wufei and Sally to drag their chairs closer, and when they have maneuvered through Wufei's belongings close enough to suit her, she crossed her legs daintily and directed her intent gaze to Heero. "Heero, you're the most wronged so you go first."
"I don't share feelings."
Relena propped her head on her hands, her lips pursing in displeasure. "I never mentioned feelings, Heero. Just tell us what you know."
He remained silent and she sighed, shifting position in her seat though her earnest stare never left his face. "Fine. you you answer questions then?"
He raised one eyebrow, fully aware of the more subtle implications in her question. Would he ever talk to her again? Something shifted in her eyes at his continued silence, and his chest tightened. "Yes," he acknowledged briefly, slowly edging into the gap she had left for him.
Her hands tangled together in her lap as she angled her face toward the open window, glancing at him from the cor of of her eyes. "The reason ynd Wnd Wufei fought is that photograph, correct?"
"Affirmative," he replied flatly.
"Do you believe Wufei and I to be romantically involved?" she dropped the question with deliberate casualness, as if she was merely reflecting musingly upon the weather.
Heero stiffened, his hard eyes swinging to her profile, and she tilted her head back, gazing at him expressionlessly.
"Do you, Heero?"
"It is . . . unlikely." He pronounced the word with methodical stiffness.
Relena's eyes flickered down to her clasped hands before darting back to his face. The skin stretched tight and white over her knuckles, and she slowly unlaced her fingers and shifted them from her lap to the chair arms.
"Would you give us a moment's privacy please?" She directed the question at Sally, choosing the older woman as both the more reasonable and dominant of the pair.
Sally nodded and rose, her hand closing around Wufei's forearm.
"Not in my office, Darlian," Wufei hissed, leaning forward but otherwise refusing to be budged. "You're not making up here!"
"You have a filthy mind, Mr. Chang. I simply would like to speak with Heero privately," Relena responded with a formality ill suited to the routine bickering he had become accustomed to with the progression of their friendship, and Wufei relented, however grudgingly, at her reserved manner.
"You have two minutes."
She saw them out the door with the gracious aloofness of a monarch before slumping against her chair. Relena massaged the bridge of her nose wearily and rose without a word, wandering to the door and turning the lock behind them. She turned around and leaned heavily against the door, her head bowed and eyes closed. Heero stood across from her silently, his frame stiffening as the seconds ticked by.
"I'm sorry," the ragged whisper finally came from beneath a sheltering waterfall of blonde hair. "It's so inadequate a response to the depth to which I've wronged you . . . but I am sorry."
"That doesn't clarify anything."
"What is the picture, you mean?" She raised her head, a bitter self-deprecating smile tugging her lips as their eyes met. "It's real for one thing."
The atmosphere around Heero quickly shifted, becoming at once wary and dangerous. She had hurt him and backed him into a corner, and like a wild animal he would retaliate if pressed. And though she trembled, she did not look away from what she had done to him.
"I don't even know why I did it. We were celebrating Sally and Wufei's engagement, and he ended up on the stage as a dare. And somehow I ended up there too . . ."
"You don't remember? Were you drunk?"
"No. It'd be easier if I had that excuse. I got caught up in the moment I guess, but that doesn't justify it. I don't have any excuses, Heero. I did it, it happened, and I regret it."
"You don't seem to understand the severity of the situation. He took something that was mine."
Relena's eyes widened, and a tiny bubble of hysterical laughter escaped her. "I know. I probably would have danced with Wufei regardless, but I wouldn't have done that if it hadn't been your gun. And that picture is very misleading."
Heero's eyes widened with surprise as she completely missed his point, but her response had been intriguing. "Why?"
"Why is the picture misleading?"
"Why wouldn't you have done it if it wasn't mine?"
She gaped at him and sputtered, her entire face flushing with color. "There's quite a bit of phallic symbolism there."
The faintest hint of red darkened his cheeks, but his expression did not change. "What does that have to do with me specifically?"
Relena pushed away from the door and closed some of the distance between them. "For reasons I cannot begin to fathom I have been fixated on you since we met. I don't want anyone else."
"So how is the picture misleading?" he queried calmly, seemingly unaffected by her declaration though his heart rate increased drastically beneath the concealing layers of his uniform.
She scowled, annoyance written clearly across her face as her eyes darted automatically behind him to the incriminating picture. "I didn't try to swallow the barrel, phallic symbolism or not. That's the most scandalous angle imaginable."
"Then what exactly did you do to my gun?"
"I kissed it."
"How?"
She blinked rapidly. "What?"
Heero raised his right arm between them, his index finger pointing at her mouth, the rest of his fingers curled in toward his palm. "I need to know how thoroughly to clean it. Show me how you kissed it."
Relena flinched, but closed her eyes and leaned forward slowly. Her lips quivered as they came into contact with his skin and parted a little, pillowing the extended digit but remaining chaste. Her eyes grew damp and a few stray tracks traveled down her cheeks only to be abruptly brushed away. Her eyes shot open in near alarm. Heero had stepped closer, his free hand cupping her face as his thumb smoothed the wetness on her skin.
"Heero?" her voice wavered around his finger, and he removed his hand from her mouth, sliding it back until he cradled her head.
"Why?" he questioned hoarsely.
"I don't know," she whispered back, and he pulled her to him. Relena buried her head in his chest but her heads remained firmly clenched at her sides. "But I'm sorry . . . for everything."
His grip on her tightened, and he smoothed her hair down her back. "Relena . . . I didn't mean the gun when I said Wufei had taken something that was mine."
She inhaled sharply and stiffened in his grasp, but whatever she might have said or done in response was lost as yelling erupted in the hallway.
"All right, your time is up! Damn it, woman, let go! You've already given them extra!" There was a brief pause as Sally answered him in a low voice, but Wufei's belligerence swiftly rose in volume again. "I don't care! Let them reconcile in your office if you're so keen about it!"
Relena chuckled against Heero's chest, and he looked down at her curiously. She rubbed her forehead against his shirt and her voice emerged muffled but still warm with dry amusement. "This is never going to be easy, is it? Though I suppose it was never meant to." She pulled away from him and tucked her hair behind her ear. "Shall we hear his explanation now?"
"Let's," Heero agreed coldly, his eyes narrowing at the door quivering under the force of Wufei's pounding.
"Darlian! If I have no qualms about breaking down your door, what makes you think I'll have any about mine?"
"Well, you haven't done it yet," Relena deadpanned as she yanked the door open, very nearly sending Wufei tumbling headfirst onto the carpet.
He glared at her and stalked into the room, eyes raking its contents as well as their clo for for any signs of disarray caused by their "reconciliation."
"We didn't have sex," Heero stated flatly, settling in the chair he had previously refused and folding his arms across his chest.
Wufei's eyes narrowed, and his mouth opened to form some scathing retort but Relena swiftly monopolized the dialogue.
"Wufei, I'd like for you to explain what happened at the club last night."
Sally glanced between them, a puzzled line creasing her brow. "You were there, Relena."
The younger woman shook her head. "You haven't seen the papers today, have you?"
Heero extended his battered copy, and Sally unfolded it slowly. Her nostrils flared as her eyes widened, her skin stretching tight and pale across her knuckles as two spots of color erupted high on her cheeks. Her head turned with exaggerated slowness to her fiance.
"Chang. Wufei. Start. Talking. Now."
He raised his chin defiantly and shrugged. "My plan backfired."
"Plan? Plan! Cameras are banned in the club, and the place was crawling with undercover Preventers! So how did this happen? Don't tell me you planned this!"
"Fine then. I won't."
"Preventers?" Relena repeated with alarm, remembering the strangely familiar woman who had kept her from tripping. "The Preventers were there?"
"Yes," Sally answered her with a nod. "For your protection."
"And they saw me acting like that? How are they supposed to have any respect for me now?"
Wufei snorted. "They were all women. They'd have done exactly the same thing."
"Damn it, Wufei," Sally snarled. "You're not irresistible. What the hell kind of plan did you have?!"
"He wanted to make me jealous," Heero said quietly and everyone turned to look at him. He stared at Wufei. "Congratulations. You succeeded."
"You always want what you can't have," Relena whispered with a vacant stare as she recalled her argument with Wufei backstage.
Wufei walked over to the window and raised one hand to the glass. "The plan had two stages. The first part was to make Heero realize what an idiot he was by believing what he'd heard about Relena's love life from the tabloids."
"Thus your sudden interest in sex education for all the younger operatives," Sally reali "I "I had wondered why . . ."
"The second part," Wufei forged on as though Sally had not interrupted him, "was to make Heero think about what a desirable woman Relena truly is and to cause him to agonize over not having her." He leaned his head on his arm and smiled venomously at Heero. "'You can't have her anymore, Yuy. What ya gonna do now, huh?� And you reacted just the way I'd expected . . . well, except for ravishing her to prove your claim. But that will come later, right?"
Heero made an enraged inarticulate noise low in his throat, but a quick glance at Relena kept him from rising and beating the shit out of his superior.
The Vice Foreign Minister stood straight and tall, her demeanor regal and untouchable. She smiled coldly, though the edges of heps sps seemed straining to hold the shape. "I thank you for your efforts on my behalf, Preventer Dragon, but such intervention is no longer necessary nor was it ever welcome. You will desist at once."
"You ordered me to help you, Relena, or have you forgotten that?"
"I never wanted this." She spread her arms to indicate the paper, the tension in the room, everything that had gone so very wrong. "Not any of it."
"What's done is done," Heero stated, rising from his seat abruptly. "Now we move on. And don't you have a wedding to be getting to?"
Sally smiled stiffly. "I think it'll wait until we get there. They can't have it without us after all."
"But we can't just leave things like this!" Desperation tinged Relena's voice, and both Heero's and Wufei's heads jerked toward her with concern clear in their expression. She stared at Heero pleadingly. "I can't just �move on.� Not the public opinion the way it is toward me. And I can't give them a true explanation for that picture. �My bodyguard wanted to make one of his subordinates jealous so he planted a camera crew in a strip club he knew I'd be at and set me up.� No one would believe that. I can't do my job. I can't change public opinion. I can't do anything!"
"I'm sure Wufei will think of something." Sally wrapped an arm reassuringly around Relena's shoulders. "He got you into this mess, and he can get you out. Can't you, dear?" She d hed her teeth at her fiance in a grotesque and threatening imitation of a smile. "And until he does there will be no honeymoon."
Wufei stared aghast at her, the second hand of his clock suddenly sounding very loudly in his ears. Une had already "talked" to him privately about the problem, and now Sally was withholding sex? Desperate times called for desperate measures, and if Relena and Heero weren't about as desperate as two people could get then he was.

***
"Why?!"
"Careful, Darlian, you're approaching a whine," Wufei retorted, a small smile lighting his face as he basked in the delight of his renewed bantering with Relena. Though she had not forgotten the incident with the strip club photo three days ago (and indeed there was no way she could forget it) she had forgiven him. Or so she said. The status quo had been restored between them regardless.
She straightened, glaring at him. "I quite assure you that I despise my feminine weaknesses," acid dripped from the words, "especially in regard to Heero. However, I cannot help but wish to indulge in them upon discovering that my chief and most trusted guard will not be accompanying me tomorrow and will be replaced by said Heero who, might I remind you, has yet to start behaving normally around me, indeed has barely spoken to me, despite saying that we should all move on. And I cannot help but feel that my mental and emotional security, if not my physical, will be compromised by being forced into close proximity with a man whom I have slept with but do not know if I have a future with . . . due in part to interference on your part."
He maneuvered around her in the cluttered space of his office, shoving various papers and gadgets into a duffel bag. "You worry too much."
She gawked at him. "You didn't just say that."
"Yes, I did." Wufei reloaded his firearm with a snap. "Whatever his personal failings, Heero will protect you competently."
"You're disregarding the point I'm trying to make just to annoy me, aren't you?"
"Of course. I can't come with you today. I have a critical assignment elsewhere. Classified so don't ask."
He slung his packed bag over his shoulder and pulled her out of his office. Her hand snagged the knob and the door shut behind them with an enthusiastic bang. All activity in the complex ceased as everyone turned to stare at them, but Wufei ignored them all, turning to her with a raised eyebrow at her apparel.
"Scarlet?"
She shrugged. "If I'm going to be considered a fallen woman I might as well dress the part."
He laughed. "What a wonderful idea. Remind me to buy you an A to put on your other clothes." He reached out, catching her by surprise, and gently smoothed the lapels of her jacket and adjusted her business tie. His hands rose to her face, and he pulled her forward so that they stood with their foreheads gently touching. "Heero cares. He does. And you can do this. Just remember to wear your vest. You'll be fine."

***
Relena shifted nervously on the hard leather seat of the limo. Heero sat across from her, arms crossed and eyes averted, brooding. Her palms were slick and hot with sweat, and she smoothed them down the legs of her pantsuit. She saw his eyes focus on the motion and quickly jerked her hands away, twisting them nervously in her lap.
She realized that she was scared, though of Heero's seeming indifference or of the crowd that awaited her she was not sure, and being scared frightened her more than anything else. She was never afraid. Never. At that moment Relena wished for nothing more than Wufei's combative but soothing presence and the comfortable banter that had sprung up between them, both forming and sustaining their relationship. A traitorous part of her mind also directed her to thinking of all the fun things she and Heero could be doing right now if only he would acknowledge what was between them.
Relena sighed, disgusted with herself. The temptation to do some seducing was most definitely there and growing stronger, but it did not seem like a wise course of action at the current time. She had sworn to herself to never force herself on him again. She had wronged him before, and she would not do it again.
The limo pulled to a gentle stop, and the roar of the crowd greeted Relena's ears when Heero slipped out of the car to confer with security. He reappeared a moment later, stretching one hand to her, his eyes as calm and shuttered. She closed her fingers around his, deliberately squeezing as hard as she could, but he remained unaffected except to adjust his own grip on her hand slightly. Relena slid across the send snd stepped out into the sultry, muggy summer air. Sweat dampened tendrils of hair clung to her forehead, and she could feel her make-up beginning to run. Her crimson pantsuit itched and confined her. She felt unclean, soiled, as the once adoring masses jeered at her appearance, but she still had her pride. The few interspersed and muffled cheers from her remaining supporters strengthened her resolve to refuse to show how injured she was. She stood proudly as words flung at her by the crowd stabbed like knives into her heart, and from the corner of her eye she saw the tendons along Heero's jaw and forehead start to stand out.
She released his hand, though their sweat dampened fingers were reluctant to separate and clung to each other's hand for a minutely longer interval, and strode to the podium. "Good afternoon, ladies and gentle--"
"Shut up slut!" a group of teenagers roared back at her.
Her few supporters took offense to those words.
It was unclear which side threw the first punch, but in a matter of seconds a riot had broken out in the crowd below the podium. She could hear Une's voice crackling over Heero's radio as he grabbed her arm and started dragging her across the speaker's platform.
"Phoenix, get her out of there now!"
Relena jerked away from Heero's grip, the whole surreal fight claiming her complete attention, and ran back for the microphone.
"Stop it, everyone, please! There's no need to fight--" Her words died in her throat as she caught the furtive movements of a dark figure on one of the rooftops across the street.
Sunlight glinted off the length of a long range rifle.
A sniper.
The sniper did not use a silencer. The sharp crack as the gun discharged froze the crowd, freeing them from their senseless rage, and their faces jerked up as one just in time to see Relena fall.
Absolute chaos erupted.
Relena blinked slowly as the screaming, high and shrill with panic, battered her eardrums around the pain in her chest. She seemed to fall for an eternity. Then she hit the wood of the speaking platform, her head cracking sharply on the hard surface. Her breath was ripped from her throat in short labored gasps, and she could not answer the person who was calling her name so very close, fear and loss thick in his voice.
Heero?
Everything was so brighnd tnd the colors and shapes of things swirled crazily in her vision.
He appeared over her head, his shaking hands cupping her cheeks as he called to her again. His mask of composure had shattered into a thousand diamond hard shards, and each one of them pierced straight into the core of her being.
Heero.
How she longed to smooth the stricken look from his face.
But her head and chest hurt so much . . .
"Get back!" Sally's voice, high and brisk, fell on her ears as the medic unceremoniously shoved Heero out of the way. "Relena, look at me. Just keep looking at me, okay?"
Others pushed in behind her, hands clutched at her clothing and lifted her, and Relena found herself shoved into a white box, Sally beside her but Heero trapped on the other side of the doors. Sally's cool fingers stroked her forehead as the wail of an emergency siren howled across the summit's speaking grounds. "You did good, sweetie. You're okay. Just close your eyes and go to sleep."
Before Relena lost consciousness an indignant thought flitted through her mind.
That's not what you tell someone who's dying . . .
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