Illusion of Innocence

GW and its characters don\'t belong to me but to
Sunrise/SOTSU and all associated with them.

I wrote this for one of my friends who challenged me to
write a halfway believable 13xR. She really liked it and had her convinced. I hope
whoever else reads this likes it as well.

BTW I do not condone 15 year-old girls having sex, or if
they are, with men over 18, but it does happen whether people want to believe
it or not, and I see no difference between this fic and one where Treize is
having relations with a 15 year-old Wufei. So if you can\'t handle the idea then
don\'t read this fic.

Everything in italics denotes past thought. Normal
type represents present thoughts.

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 I walked away from the Romafeller Foundation that
day more confident and determined than I had ever felt in my life.  I was
focused solely on my mission ahead.  I would talk to my brother and
convince him how wrong it was for him to attack earth, let alone destroy it. 

 Out of the corner of my eye I saw Peygan looking at
me and knew that he had noticed my slight change of demeanor, though he did not
ask.  He knows me too well and that now, I am not in the mood to talk. 

 I look out of the window.  The blur of the
road and trees mirror the blur of my mind.  I close my eyes, trying to
block him out of my mind.  Why do I feel that I have betrayed Heero, when
there is nothing between us to betray.

 My eyes fly open.  I\'d started to fall asleep
but then my dreams woke me. Dreams that had only held the image of Heero Yuy now
held the face of another, Treize Khusranada.  The regal representative of
Romafeller had burned himself into my memory forever, and I had been the one
that gave him the branding iron.

 I almost laugh thinkin it it now.  He said I
was free to go wherever I wanted, and so, I had had my mind made up to go into
space immediately but then, why was it I went into his arms instead.

 I know the answer.  Sheer loneliness.  It
began with the death of my foster father and progressed with time as I found
out more of the truth about Operation Meteor, the gundams and Heero Yuy. 
The experiences and knowledge had left me feeling alone, so incredibly alone. 
But then, perhaps I had always felt alone, different from everyone else, even
those in my own social circle.

 We had all been pampered and sheltered since birth,
but while they lived shallow lives and turned blind eyes to the events of
everyday, I had noticed it all and took it in. The few times I had tried to
convince them of the truth they had merely humored me and told me I must have
been imagining it all, so then, I too fell into the void of denial along with
them. It was not until my father’s demise that I realized how wrong it had been
to ignore such things, that I had been lying to myself as much as anyone, and
that I would no longer continue to dwell in the dark. After that resolve I had began
to question everything I had ever known. Self-doubt I do not like, people lying
to me I do not like, people hurting those that I love, I do not like and I was
determined to somehow bring it all to an end. I often wondered, however, if
anyone could have ever known how I felt, sharing such a burden of responsibility
while needing to maintain a sense of calm and cool?  Then, upon seeing
Treize, I could sense he was lonely and in pain, heavily burdened as I, and with
a smoldering inferno burning underneath his skin. 

 Oh he still displayed the same debonair tone and
characteristics, grace under pressure as he had been taught, but I had noticed
the slight differences then when I had seen him before.  There was a,
certain sadness behind his expressive pools of blue, and his step was not as
quick or light and he hung his head as if in constant contemplation.  He
no longer smiled as easily.  He was a man consumed with repressed rage,
suffering from depression, loneliness and desperation, and I wanted to be the
girl to bring him out of his angst, to release the sleeping beast being held
inside of him and to have it ravage my body and bring me to the heights of
ecstasy.

I close my eyes again wondering what he is thinking even
though I really don\'t care.  Other then being an incredibly handsome and eligible
aristocrat Treize had never appealed too much to me, though now, I do have a
certain amount of respect for his character. For last night, last night, what
had started out for me as a mere sexual game had turned in to something totally
unexpected. I feel my body getting somewhat warm as the events of the following
evening begin to fill my thoughts once again.

 It was the day after I had stepped down as
Romafeller\'s chief representative, Queen Relena.  I had shed the
ridiculous dress and hairstyle that they had forced me to wear, but still felt
like I balanced the weight of the world on my shoulders. My rebellious teen
heart no longer could pursue youthful freedoms having, instead been saddled with
the pressures and expectations that any adult would find hard to carry on their
backs. Yes, I knew as soon as I walked out of the Romafeller estate doors my
childhood would truly be over, and that I had only one more chance to rebel, a
final fair well so to speak, to my dying young spirit. 

I walked down the long quiet halls of the estate,
taking in the elegance of its Victorian style.  Details so perfect, it was
if it had been plucked from the past of those long dead. Eerie is what I
thought it was, and I shivered, thinking how this eerie place had become my
tomb, my eternal place of rest with no chance of escape or rescue. That is what
I had thought, until he had come, to bring me back to life. style=\"mso-spacerun: yes\"> Treize had resurrected me out of my living death,
noble and kind as if he were a prince, or shining knight. I know legends of
heroic knights and kings were a thing of fables and foolish dreams, but I could
not help but think of it that way and perhaps, that is why I thought he could
bring me out of my loneliness and boredom somehow. He was a man that was
mysterious to many, regal, chivalrous and cool, yet with a sense of danger
about him that could make one\'s blood chill with fright or burn with desire.

These were my thoughts as I stopped and turned,
finding myself in front of his office door.  I wanted to laugh, not believing
what I was about to do. Initially, I froze, but a power beyond my control
curled my hand into a fist and brought it up to rap on the door.  I jumped
hearing his simple words.

 "Come in."

I barely even
remember opening the door, or stepping into his office, or even setting down
into the plush chair that sat in front of his desk, but I do remember his eyes. 
His rich blue eyes that reached into me and took my soul. 

His hands were folded under his chin, elbows on the
top of his desk.  A glass of wine and a single red rose, still dressed in
its thorns set to the right of him. 

 "I thought you would already have been gone
Miss Peacecraft." 

I brougy
cy
closed fist to my mouth and cleared my throat; suddenly words were lost on me. 
"I, was...I was just about ready, to leave."  I could have
screamed.  Rarely is it I stammer.  "I just wanted to thank you
and say my adieus."

I fought the
urge to avert my gaze as he half-smiled, his eyes seemed to be mocking me,
those eyes.  I had never seen eyes so intense, not since I had looked
into, no, I could not think of Heero.  He was irrelevant and I still
didn\'t know his feelings towards me.  So he had spared my life more than
once, but he was also the one who had tried to take it as well, and yet, had
not Treize at one time? 

His soft,
elegant tones brought my attention back to him.  "Princess.  I
still have a feeling you\'re not telling me something." 

He had moved
from the seat behind his desk to the front of it, and sat atop it, mostly on
the edge right in front of me to the side. His gloved hand smoothed down my
cheek and grasped under my chin.  Those fingers, as well, tilted my head
upward, so that now I was looking directly at him and into his eyes. 

"Tell me
sweet child.  What is it that troubles you?" 

For lack of a
better response I simply repeated my concerns over the war as I had had many
times. 

He smirked at
me again. I knew he could see behind my rouse. "Such a pretty little head
to be so worried about the world.  I am sure in the end everyone will get
their just desserts." 

His hand left
my face and took the glass of wine.  He brought the red liquid up to his
lips, tilted back his head and sipped.  I saw the spasm in his throat as
he swallowed.  I felt a little faint and tried to rise but stumbled a
little and most certainly would have fallen on the floor if his arms had not
been there to catch me.  I clutcontoonto them, feeling the size of the
muscles in his biceps even under the many layers of what were the Romafeller
uniforms.  His form completely towered over mine.  He could crush me
with a single blow.  This was dangerous.  But, I had seen danger and
survived it so far, and danger to me was the only way to feel alive.

He held me
back from him.  "Are you feeling well Princess?" 

Did he not
have a clue to what my racing mind was thinking?  Or was he just playing
the role of the chivalrous king of his own little Camelot.  I just stared
into his eyes as my arms glided up his chest and to his neck where I cupped
them around his jaw.  He smiled thinly at me.  His large hands
engulfed my tiny hands and led ted them away from his body.  He turned
from me and took a few steps over to the window. 

"I think
it\'s best you leave your highness, before something is started here that we may
very well regret."

  Regret? I should leave now?  Why was it
everyone told me what I should be doing, how I should be acting, how I should
be thinking?  I was an independent girl who knew my mind, not as well as
my heart, but nonetheless I knew what I wanted!  I wanted people to treat
me as I felt.  Not as a fifteen year old girl, but a young woman who had
even adorned the title of queen of the world.  No mere schoolgirl would
not have done the things that I had done, no, a mere school girl would be
afraid of the thoughts I was thinking now, of fucking a man older than even my
own brother.  I would not be told what to do.  I was not a child!

I found myself
clinging to his back, my arms wrapped around him.  "I\'m not a child Treize
so stop treating me like one.  Can\'t you sense what brought me here to
you? At this very moment, don\'t you feel a connection between us? " 

I felt the
rise of his abdomen as he sighed.  "I know you are not a child. 
You have done and said many things that would make one forget what a tender age
you are."  He drank the last of his wine and placed it on the windowsill. 
"I respect your brother, even now, as he is threatening my very existence
and that of my planet.  I respect you."  He had turned to me
again and was holding my hands.  "I feel you are one of the strongest
people I have ever known.  I even told Heero Yuy I did not think he was as
strong as you."  He must have noticed my reaction to Heero\'s name. 
"It appears you are quite taken with the young soldier.  I can of
course understand why. So I would think you would want to save yourself for
him." 

I grew angry
again and tore my hands away. "Will everyone stop telling me what I want? 
And why do you assume I am inexperienced when it come to such matters asx?&qx?"

He had been
right to a certain point.  Along with the usual heavy petting and fondling
that every teenager experiences in the back rooms of cotillions and balls, I
had had sexual intercourse about three different times.   But those
flings had been last year, with classmates who had been as dumb as I.  Now
I found myself wanting more of a challenge, to be fucked by a real man, an
opportunity I wasn\'t about to pass up. 

Father would
be disappointed.  Dorlian\'s disobedient daughter I\'d called myself once
before.  Father really never knew me. No one really knows me.

He chuckled. 
"You are such a graceful young beauty.  You wear anger as well as
serenity.  And I would be a fool not to notice your elegance, or deny my lustful
desire for you since the first time I met you at the Romafeller banquet." 
He was stroking my hair at the back of my head.  "So in your claim
that you are a woman, I will no longer tell wantwant you want."  He
was staring right into my eyes, but was still so far away, so I asked. 

"There is
someone else in your thoughts isn\'t there?" 

His eyes
averted from mine.  "And you would rather be in Heero\'s embrace
instead of mine am I right?" 

I lowered my
head.  "I do not feel Heero will ever reciprocate my feelings." 

"If one\'s feelings could only be as clear cut and
defined as battle lines." 

I no longer
wanted to probe his pain or try to explain mine. I only wanted to feel its fire
burn into my soul. "Then let us share in each other\'s loneliness and
pain." 

And as a scene
out of one of the many romance novels I had read, he tilted my chin once again,
and spoke no words, letting the fevered kiss he gave me say all he needed to
say.

In the mi of of our intense infatuation of one another I felt myself being literally lifted
off of my feet and placed on the desk.  His nimble fingers began to unhook
the bus ons on the front of his jacket.  I could sense he was growing
frustrated, so I slid my fingers under his and continued the undressing where
he had left off.  Stranger yet, he had not even attempted to undress me,
other than sliding off my blazer.  I broke away from one of our many
kisses as soon as I felt his bare chest under my fingertips.  I gazed at
what before me was pure perfection. 

Every inch of
his broad bronzed chest and shoulders were well-defined muscles.  His
nipples were erect, their slightly darker hues looked so inviting.  I
leaned myself forward and nipped at one, to immediately smooth it with my
tongue.  I parted from it only for a second so I could attack the other
one, this time not letting go.  I felt him flinching and trying to control
his breathing.  It excited me to see that I was bringing such a man as Treize
Kushranda almost to his knees.

I continued
with my hands that were rakinwn hwn his body, feeling the heat and smoothness
of his skin, and the coarseness of his belt as I tugged it loose.  But
before my fingers could find the prize they were searching for, he stopped me. 
He was breathing heavy, yet maintained his composure.  "This isn\'t
right.  You\'re bloodline and character should be considered." 

I grew afraid
all of a sudden, he was rejecting me.  I allowed him to finish. 
"You should not be taken on top of a desk like some cheap whore." 
He kissed my lips firmly.  "One moment please." 

He stepped
away from me and dug into a desk drawer.  Pulling out a remote control he
clicked a series of buttons.  I heard a grating sound behind me.  I
turned to look.  A large mirrored panel slid open revealing inside a
luxurious suite.  I found myself being swept up once more into his arms. 
He looked down at me.  "A lady of your breeding requires a much more
grander and sumptuous setting.  I smiled and blushed as I leaned my head
against his chest and allowed him to carry me across the threshold. The room
was magnificent with pearl white walls and the darkest of blue drapes. 

Ever so gently he laid me down onto the large bed, the
mattress was a mere feather unme, me, as well as the pillow.  It had been
the most comfortable bed I\'d ever laid in.  He sat down beside me and just
stared at me, stroking my hair... my cheek...the outline of my lips.  His
thoughts seemed far away. 

 "Are you thinking of her?"  I
asked.  I did not even know who the woman I was asking about was. 

He averted his
gaze and I knew he was not going to say.   He looked so pitiful and I
was horny as hell.

I pulled myself up on my knees so that now I was still
to the side of him but towering over him a little, with my outer arm around his
neck.  My inner hand began to unbutton my blouse.  I kissed him
again, quite wildly.  His hands took over where mine left off and soon my
top-half was as naked as his. 

His lips left
my open mouth and licked and nipped a path down over my cheek, my jaw, and my
collarbone.  I caught a breath as his teeth found one of my nipples and
suckled the now red nub.  I arched my back and clasped my hand to the back
of his head so that he would not pull away.  I was a fool.  I knew he
was stronger, and he would be the one in physical control over us, not I. 

He forced himself away from me, chuckling. 
"Oh if Milliard could only see his little sister now.  He believes
you are as pure as the driven snow." 

I narrowed my
eyes and half stared at him.  "What my brother thinks of me doesn\'t
matter.  And what he doesn\'t know won\'t hurt him." 

"Wicked
girl."  He taunted me with an even, more wicked grin. I didn\'t want
to talk I wanted to fuck.  I lunged for him again but he stopped me, his
hands gripped my wrists.  "In such a rush.  The result of being
with only boys no doubt." 

I cocked my
left eyebrow, slightly confused, though he is correct, with the boys I\'d been
with it had merely been wham, bam and thank-you ma’am.  But I knew him
being a gentleman, mannerly and cool he would not be rushed.

He forced me to slowly return as I was before, spread
out on my back, the tone of his voice calming my very soul, yet setting it
ablaze as well.  "Now."  He began.  "Can you
control your teenage hormones long enough to be loved by a man?" 

I swallowed
hard, bit my lip and merely nodded.

He answered me
with a kiss to the hollow of my throat, but didn\'t stop there.  His lips
and tongue once again began wetting a trail down me, he teased my other nipple
before moving on down to my navel.  I caught a laugh and brought my hand
up to my stomach. 

"That tickled."  I told him. 

He said
nothing, only continued.  His large hands lifted the small of my back as
if I were nothing and he unzipped my skirt, sliding it completely off along
with my panties, then, he stopped.

I opened my
eyes and felt his teeth nipping at my jaw.  Half of him was on top of me,
but not so much that I wasn\'t unable to breath.  His hands now roamed
where his mouth had just been, but unlike his mouth, they did not stop at my
navel. My gasp came out a tiny squeal as his fingers parted my lower lips,
finding my clitoris.  He pressed against it with his thumb, I squealed
again and he slyly smiled, catching my eyes before claiming my mouth with his. 

And as our
mouths vacuumed onto each other\'s and our tongues slow danced with one another
he continued stroking my swollen nub, though now he had one of his fingers
inside of me, rubbing my tender inner spot.  And though it sounds like a clichéd
description, my body began to tingle, as it had never done before. I moaned
into his mouth but he only swallowed every sound.  My nails were scraping
his back, his sides and his buttocks, my body squirmed under him as an orgasmic
wave overtook my body.  I tore away from his mouth, trying desperately to
catch my breath.  I could only whisper his name and asked him to take me. 
He grinned at me, how I was beginning to hate that grin.  He reached across
to his nightstand and plucked a thorny rose from a vase; roses seemed to fill
the room. 

"Seis
is
rose Relena?  It\'s so delicate and beautiful, I know very few people who
are not intrigued by the beauty of the rose."  He began to slide the
soft petals up and down the inside of my arm, which caused me to shiver. 
"But when one begins to really study the rose they find that underneath
all of its beauty lies a blanket of nasty thorns." 

With those
words he brought the stem of the rose down on my right index finger and pricked
the tip of the digit.  I gasped and drew back my hand, but he caught it,
taking my fingertip into his mouth, sucking the blood, and smoothing the sting
with his tongue. 

He kissed my
palm as he stretched out beside me once again, and I found myself unable to
move, the only sound I could hear was the sound of my pounding heart drumming
in my head, though somehow his dark words penetrated the din of beats. 
"But still, my princess,” he continued to speak through the kisses he was
laying upon my body, “even though the thorns are there,” I now felt his mouth
was even with his fingers that had just spread apart my lower lips, “and people
fear feeling their sting they can not help but touch."  His words were
gone as his tongue invaded my insides, lapping up at the juices that my body
had produced. 

I squirmed and moaned and begged him to complete me. 
But his hands had my hips gripped tightly, neither them nor his tongue
releasing me.  I tangled my fingers in his hair and tried desperately to
pull him up, but it is to no avail.  I was screaming out loud, wondering
if I could be heard, not caring if I could.  The sweet rapture was almost
too much for me and I came, I came hard. 

He then climbed back up on top of me, his whole body
pinned me, his hands on both sides of my head as his thumbs smoothed the hair
at my temples.  He showered light kisses across my cheek, calming me. 
"Just breath my little princess.  Just breath.  You wish me to
continue don\'t you?" 

I was brought back to my senses suddenly at the
thought that he may stop.  "N, no.  Don\'t...stop.  Oh God Treize." 

Once I was
calmed, he left me for a second to stand before me by the bed to undo his
breeches and the lump in my throat returned, restricting my breathing.  He
casually and elegantly slid those and his boxer briefs down, liberating his
already harden phallus.  I had to clench my jaw to prevent my mouth from
gapping open at its size; I smiled instead.  This was the sex of a man, I
told myself and slid out of the bed and onto my knees.  I looked up at
Treize.  He placed a hand on top of my head and I obeyed him and took him
into my mouth and down my throat.  I heard him catch his breath and could
imagine him.  Eyes shut tight, head thrown back, the ginger red curls
plastered to his face from the sweat that beamedm him his brow. 

He was rigid, his godly muscles held tight, as tight
as his ass that I kneaded with my fingers.  It was all I could do to choke
him down, but I was not going to stop.  I tasted his salt as it dripped
down my throat making it constrict, keeping it and my salvia from escaping. 
His member pulsed in side of my mouth and he was growling. 

"Enough!"  He hoarsely commanded,
controlling every twitch in his body.  He pulled me up to my feet.  I
felt so small against him.  He kissed me again and we were back down on
the bed.  In seemed as if it was taking all of his strength to control
every fiber in his being. 

"You are the rose Relena."  He hissed
into my ear, his fingers probed inside of me once again.  "So
beautiful and innocent, yet no one knows the dark side of you until they pluck
away your petals and see the thorns that lay beneath your silken
softness." 

He entered me then, stretching me to my limits. 
I pulled all of him inside of me as I clamped down and began to buck back. 
Never had I felt anything of this size
and I relished it.  He began to move then, his girth filled me, pounded in
and out, and possessed me, demanding reaction.

I swear I drew blood as I dug my nails into his back. 
I couldn\'t breath, his size, his weight, I was being crushed, but I didn\'t
care, all I wanted was to have him now as he was, with all of his pain all of
his intensity.  I bit down onto his shoulder and he produced a small ah,
yet somehow I do not believe it is from my bite.  I began to scream out
loud again as my climax drew near. 

I felt his breath in my ear.  "Let it all
out Relena.  Let me hear you scream to the heavens."  He thrust
three more times, slow and powerful thrusts that brought me to the edge and
over.  Tears welled up in my eyes as I cried out but he kissed them away
as I screamed to the heavens just as he had commanded me. 

I remembered his fluids filling my cavity as they
mixed with my own and gushed out between my folds and thighs.  I was
shaking and cold, my legs felt numb having been pinned to my shoulders and I
felt the tears drying on my face.  I opened my eyes.  I swore I had
seen heaven before passing out. But my slumber was not long for he awoke me
from my sleep and made love to me again, I never slept anymore that night and morning
came all too soon.

I stepped out of the shower and had wrapped myself up
in his silky robe, which was a mere tent on me.  He had left our shower a
few minutes earlier and I now see why.  He had a small but charming spread
of brunch on the breakfast table for me.  I bit my lip and sat down,
snagging a cucumber sandwich realizing all of a sudden how famished I was. 
He sat across from me already dressed, back into his uniform.  He sipped a
cup of tea.  "I do hope you are feeling well, Miss Dorlian." 

I tilted my head confused as to why he has become so
formal after the entire night and mourning of sheer rapture we had just shared. 
But I understood. As far as anyone knows, last night…this morning had never
happened.  It would be a secret both of us would take to our graves. 

"I feel fine."  I smiled shyly,
"well maybe a little sore. But it\'s nothing I can\'t handle." 

He smiled warmly at me.  "I am sure you can
handle almost anything princess."  He had that far off look in his
eyes again.  I took a breath and decided to ask.

"Where is she?  The woman you long
for." 

"In the purgatory I have placed her. 
Created by my own noble ideals."  He rose from the chair and went to
stand in front of the window as he had the night before, hands clasped behind
his back.  Part of me didn\'t care, but the other part was intrigued. 
I never thought Treize Kushranda could feel love. 

"So you have turned your back on love and now it
may be to late?" 

He bowed his head.  "I have done everything
in my power to see to her comfort and protection, yet I have ignored and
neglected the woman that she was, she is, the feelings that she has for me. 
And now my ignorance and abuse has destroyed her very soul." 

He extended a hand, and I went over to him, taking it
in mine.  He brought me to his chest in an embrace and stroked my hair. 
"I hope that Heero will not ignore the feelings you have for him and he
comes to realize in time that it is you who should be the most loved and
appreciated of all of his treasures." 

I look up into his face, it was the sincerest I had
ever seen it.  He smoothed my cheeks with his hand.  "But
promise me one thing Relena.  If he never comes to that realization then
you must move on.  Separate yourself from him and find another or he will
end up destroying you and all that you are."

I laughed a little.  "How can Heero kill me
other then put a bullet in between my eyes?" 

His brow furrowed, he was slightly angered by my
reaction.  He pressed his index fingers to my lips.  "There are
many ways to die and many ways to kill than just by the physical means. 
Now do not argue for once in your life and take this piece of advice." 
I nodded and he let me go and turned back to the window.  "If you
wish to make it up to space in time to talk to your brother than I suggest you
leave as soon as possible.  Time is of the essence is it not?"

I open my eyes, now thinking of his words and realize how
true they were and that I must hurry. Peygan brings me out of my daze by
announcing we have arrived at the shuttle base.  I gather what few things
I have brought with me and exist the limo.  My thoughts are haphazard as I
struggle to concentrate on my brother and what I want to say to him.  But
I also know Heero is in space and that maybe I will get to see him. 

I blush just thinking about the Prussian blue-eyed gundam
pilot.  Treize is wrong.  Heero one day will love me, I know it, I
feel it, and I will make him realize it. 

TBC...