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Relena\'s Pen	By : tealinkrose39 Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Het - Male/Female > Heero/Relena Views: 1296 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Relena's Pen
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Heero Yuy had a secret and a hard-on.

He stood at attention at the door of Relena's Office of State during a televised signing of her hard-fought, hard-won Colonial Bill. Heero's eyes were forward, impressive brows drawn down in a serious, forbidding frown, his grim face and firm stance hinting at none of the silty arousal slowly coursing through his lower stomach as he glared menacingly over the president's golden head.

The stately, steel-brushed pen that Relena was currently using to sign an important document gleamed serenely under the media's attention.

He was the only one in that room who knew the electrifying secret of Relena's pen.

He was the only one who knew that it had once been shoved up Heero's ass so he could write "I'm sorry" one hundred times.

Heero kept his feet planted solidly, his broad shoulders unyielding, his hand at his holster as the memory came to his mind summoned by Relena's swooping signature.

His apology had been required after he had bulldozed a senator to the ground for the crime of hugging Prime Minister Relena a bit too enthusiastically. The senator, one of Relena's powerful supporters, had laughed it off, but unpleasantly and with hard eyes. Relena had to smooth his ruffled, overimportant feathers for the rest of the evening, a waste of political effort she did not appreciate.

After a gentle remonstration with Heero at the time of the event, Relena had then waited until their return to the enveloping silence of her private office before remonstrating with him a bit more forcefully.

First she had him strip naked from the waist down, but still remain in his full Preventer's uniform from the waist up, a touch of humiliation to remind him that his usual command of military respect meant nothing in this particular office in front of this particular woman.

He had leaned over her imposing desk, his muscular legs spread wide to expose that soft crease between his buttocks. His belly, trembling in aroused anticipation, pressed over the cool marble. His gloved hands grasped each other tightly behind his tense back.

The clicks of Relena's heels had stopped behind him. His belly tightened as a meandering breeze raised goosebumps on his upper thighs, reminding him of his vulnerable nakedness. There was an extended pause in which silence had pulsed and Heero had watched his roughening breath frost over the glossy stone of Relena's desk.

Then Relena had brusquely pushed a vibrating egg up through his fluttering hole until it hit his prostate, the thin wire trailing out of his anus and the controller taped to his thigh with ace bandage. Relena set the controller to go off in random patterns before slipping a chill gundanium cock ring over the base of Heero's swiftly rising penis. She had then taken up her pen.

The pen in question was not only majestic in appearance but large in size and heavy in weight. It was grooved and nubbed in an ergonomic design such that a writer could easily grip it no matter the size of nor the position of the writer's hand. Relena had rolled down a thin, lubed condom over the pen and secured it with a clamp that would also provide insurance from the pen being lost inside her bodyguard - before relentlessly plunging the pen into his bottommost delicate flesh.

She rested her hand fleetingly between his shoulder blades while he panted desperately through the new awareness of his stretched anus.

Then Heero had squatted in the middle of her office over the blank papers scattered across the hardwood floor.

His hips had jerked around to form the shaky letters as the bullet abruptly erupted into motion and just as abruptly ceased. His one hundred apologies were sharply punctuated by erratic, squirming slashes of ink.

The pen had collided with the throbbing walls of his anus, the clamp constantly teasing his sensitive wrinkled entrance. His inner muscles had spasmodically squeezed around the insistent intruder as he writhed like a worm on a hook. The icy metal pen quickly warmed inside him.

Relena had seemed undisturbed and mildly amused at the background noise of his irregular harsh panting - caused by the bursts of sudden intensity from the little bullet buzzing and humming against his gland. He only vaguely recalled the soft sound of her tapping on her keyboard, casually focusing on her work while he suffered so wretchedly at the foot of her desk.

Her glacial unavailability to him had only made him throw his head back further and gasp louder. *fuck* this was his princess, his queen and *oh fuck* he would do anything for her pleasure, follow and *uuunh!* protect her anywhere.

His arms and abs and legs had started to burn from the effort to support himself in an ungainly, awkward crab walk as he attempted to position his shaking feet and hands to hold flat the loose paper. Each of his anguished efforts simultaneously pressed the pen *down* onto the paper and *up* into his prostate. His cock had burned ever more ferociously, violently twitching but unable to orgasm because of the unforgiving cock ring grasping him tight.

His nipples had strained against the harsh, starched cotton of his uniform, rubbing raw and tender. The weight of his stiff, form-fitting armored vest did nothing to protect him in that room, but only made his muscles scream louder, more like a steel-boned corset in that unwieldy, graceless position.

Only when he had haltingly finished the last stroke of the one hundred apologies in a lustful fury of iron will did Relena glance over, alerted by his wobbling inertia. She had slowly risen and loomed over his heaving form, still trembling in a torturous crab stance. She had gathered up the wrinkled, torn papers and leaned against her desk, leisurely flipping through the pages, silently assessing the uneven scrawl.

After deliberate moments, during which Heero shook at her feet in a teetering bridge, she had negligibly dropped the papers again onto the floor, then released his straining purple cock from its agonizing circle in an unspoken permission.

Finally, finally, she had focused her formidable attention on him fully for the first time that day, scorching him with her unwavering gaze.

That look, her eyes as she watched him always *watching* him and then she had *slammed* that pen into his prostate one last time before

unghguh*fuck!*

he released his own cum to spout perversely onto the pristine papers.

Later that week, Heero watched the smooth movement of Relena's pen as she graced a new bill with her signature, a bill that would probably be stuck in some archives in some musty building to be ruminated over by posterity. Cameras flashed to catch the historic moment.

Heero remembered the shape of that slick pen moving inside him and nearly came on the spot, but he had his gundanium cock ring on. And he wasn't allowed to come without permission anyway.

Relena raised her cornflower blue eyes to look up at him, the cameras a strobe light over her face.

It was a charming scene: the lovely young prime minister surrounded by a few fortunate senators who had worked with her on the bill (including the one Heero had bulldozed).

And when she smiled like that, velvety soft lips that spoke with steel determination, billions of viewers thought it meant she was pleased with her work on the bill. And she was.

But Heero watched her fingers gently, firmly stroke down the pen a single time and knew that later in the night, he would have that pen in him again, spitting him thoroughly on the victorious pacifist's sword.

That same pen that everybody watched now.

His cock trembled.

His abdomen clenched.

Heero loved secrets.
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