Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Did You Know I Loved You? ❯ chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

Did You Know I Loved You?

By Sultrysiren

(Some AU, you'll find out how later, and eventual lemon. You've bee warned. ~_^)

I loved him, or so I thought. So for years I held onto the thought that one day, we would be together. My whole life was based around the thought that he would come back to me. It was childish and immature, that I can see now. Ah, back then; it was all that drove me. It was my world, and he was my universe.

It was the last man I thought held any interest in me that finally broke me of my infatuation with Heero Yuy.

I was attending a council meeting when he appeared, looking good for a man who had supposedly died at the hands of one Chang Wufei. He wasn't there as anything, other than one to watch me perform. He had lost almost everything when the wars had ended and Romefeller had crumbled, everything they had given him anyways. He still held his lands and his title, the one given to him by birth, that is. And so he sat there, eyes only for me, as I talked to the members of this council and slowly convinced them that peace was a good thing to achieve.

It was unnerving to watch the former leader of Oz watch me negotiate peace, knowing that every word would be heard, that every movement was seen, that everything was noted and filed away for later reference. I didn't know why he chose to watch me; to come out of what I know knew to be hiding to watch me and only me.

I stood up once the conference was over, resolute to find out why he seemed so interested in me, but he slipped out the back door before I could approach him. I made my excuses and followed him out, but he had already disappeared. Disappointed that I couldn't find him no matter how hard I searched, I finally gave up and made my way back to the rooms given to me while I stayed here.

The talks ended a few days later, and I still hadn't seen him again. I had scoured the colony, using every resource at my disposal, but no one seemed to know where he had gone. That irritated me, but I accepted as it was and moved on to the next colony, a small part of me hoping that he would follow.

I didn't see him again for some time after that. Every new colony I went to, it was the same. Greet the council members I would be negotiating with, get settled into my rooms, and then searching high and low for that elusive man. He was nowhere to be found, though. He wasn't in any of the places I expected him to be, and he wasn't in any of the ones where he could hide out, either. It was like he had never been there at all.

I started to wonder if I had just imagined him watching me, imagined it all, when he surfaced.

I had just gotten back to the Sanq Kingdom when Pagan came to my office, announcing that I had a visitor. Wondering whom it could be, I told him to let him in. A few moments passed, and I wondered if maybe my visitor had gone away, when a knock sounded at the door.

"Come in," I called out, shuffling through some papers on my desk. I heard the door open and close, and someone cleared their throat. I looked up, and gasped. There stood Treize, dressed in a blue suit and white shirt, smiling ever so slightly. "You!" I said, knowing it was redundant and stupid sounding. But I didn't know what else to say.

Treize just nodded, gracefully taking a seat in one of the chairs opposite my desk. "Yes, it's me."

I just sat there a few moments, contemplating what to say. I had so many questions that I didn't know where to begin.

"Why were you at that meeting?" I finally said as I leaned back in my chair, trying to not shake him and get it over with.

"To see you."

My heart sped up at that thought, but I ignored it. "But why?"

It was Treize's turn to be silent a few moments. "Because you are a strong woman, and I think highly of what you are trying to do, what you have accomplished already."

"So you were watching me." I frowned, mind still brimming with questions.

"You have accomplished more than I ever did. You succeeded where I failed so many times. I have a lot of respect for you." Treize looked to one side, out to the gardens that my office overlooked. "I should go."

My hand shot out, grabbing his wrist as he started to rise. "Don't leave just yet." I didn't know why I wanted him to stay, didn't know why I was trying to stop him. All I knew then was that I didn't want him to leave.

Treize looked surprised, but sat back down. I smiled at him as he did, letting him go with some regret. There was a part of me that didn't want to let him go, but I stopped that train of thought. I still believed that Heero would come for me, and that was what I wanted, or so I forced myself to remember. Not to mention that Treize was several years my senior. Still, I couldn't get the thought of how nice his skin felt under my hand as I cleared my throat.

"Would you like something to drink?" I asked casually, finger hovering over the intercom button.

"If you have any red wine, that would be nice."

I nodded and hit the button. "Pagan, could you please bring us a bottle of red wine and two glasses?"

"Right away, Miss."

Treize was looking at me, amused, as I returned my attention back to him. "I didn't know you drank as well."

"Every once in awhile," I replied coolly. "I don't like hard alcohol, but I do enjoy a glass of wine now and then."

He nodded, leaning back as he folded his hands in his lap.

Pagan arrived within moments, a bottle of wine and two glasses in his hands. He sat them down between us and bowed before walking back out.

We reached for the bottle at the same time, and he chuckled. "Let me, Princess," he said, gently taking the bottle out of my hand.

I nodded, watching his hands as he poured the wine into the two glasses. Watching his hands seemed to be a safe alternative to watching his expression, and I didn't want him to catch me staring at him. It seemed so… improper, with his age and my standing as princess of the Sanq Kingdom.

He handed me a glass and sat back, taking a sip. "Why have you not claimed your rightful title as queen yet? Surely, it would give you more standing as Queen of the Sanq Kingdom, rather as just Princess."

I shrugged, taking a sip as well as I thought how to best phrase my reply. "I don't want people to think that I am a glory hound, simply taking the title of Queen as a way to dominate everyone. I may change my mind later, but right now, the people seem more comfortable with me as simply princess. I don't want to lose that comfort."

Treize nodded, rolling the stem of the glass between his thumb and forefinger as he nodded. "Well stated, Princess," he finally said.

I felt my face flush slightly, though I knew not why. "Please, call me Relena. Formalities are not necessary between us anymore, I feel."

"Very well, Relena." He smiled at me, a small smile, and took another sip.

I looked down at my desk, fighting the urge to blush again. He had me unnerved, and I couldn't for the life of me figure out why. I loved Heero, and yet Treize had me acting like a silly schoolgirl with her first crush. It was embarrassing, to say the least.

"Why don't you get back into politics, Treize?" I asked him finally, out of the need to not only know, but to fill the silence that had grown thick with tension. "You said yourself that you think highly of me, and people love you. If you went about things in a different manner, we could accomplish so much more."

Treize chuckled darkly. "It would be too easy for me to fall back into old habits, and I don't know how people would react to my reappearance."

"I don't think it would be that bad," I argued back. "You were loved, and while they might remember at first your involvement with Oz, they would eventually accept you back."

"I don't think it would be that easy, for them or for me. While I do respect everything you have accomplished, and wish that I could have done it as easily as you seemed to have managed, I still feel that the only way to peace is through military control. I still feel people have to be ruled, that they can't control their primal urges to fight."

"I see." He was being honest, and I respected that. "Maybe I could teach you."

Treize chuckled at that. "How does the saying go? You can't teach and old dog new tricks."

I moved from behind my desk and sat in the chair beside him, reveling in the brief look of surprise in his eyes, not wanting to admit then just why. "You're not that old. Twenty-eight, right? You have your whole life ahead of you. And you yourself were fighting for peace. Is learning a different road to peace really as hard as you make it out to be?"

Treize smirked at that, taking a sip of his wine before answering me. "It is true that I am not all that old." He took another sip of wine, looking at me as he continued. "But, to quote another old saying, old habits die hard."

"Yes, they do. But they can still be changed, people change all the time. Surely, you can as well." I leaned forward a bit, caught up in my side of the argument. I love a good debate, and I was sure he did to. "Think of what we could accomplish, the two of us, if you came back into politics, with me. We could do so much more, more than what you or I could do on our own. Think, Treize, people still speak of you; they still hold you in high regards. For everything that you've done, for as deplorable as your acts are to many, you are a person that the people still respect."

"You have a good argument, Relena."

"Then come back and help me, help me help the people. We both want peace. It's our goal, is it not?" I leaned closer to him, close enough to smell his cologne, musky and expensive. It sent a thrill through me, but I didn't pushed that feeling aside, not wanting to face why I did. So I plowed ahead, trying to convince Treize Kushrenada that he still had a place in this world, that he could still do great things. "Treize. What I am trying to convince people of right now is just an ideal, just a dream. With your help, we could turn it into a reality. It would no longer be a dream then, it would no longer be an ideal. It would be solid, and think; if you help me, you are completing your goals, those that you set so long ago." I sat back then, watching him, his expression, the way he turned the stem of the wineglass in his fingers ever so slowly. I finished off my wine and set the glass on my desk, waiting to hear his rebuttal.

Treize was silent a long time, sipping his wine and occasionally looking at me. Finally, he picked up the bottle of wine, looking at me intently. "Would you like some more?"

I nodded, out of words. He quietly refilled my glass, setting the bottle back down.

"Like I already said, you have a good argument there. I see now why people listen to you, Relena. It is hard to refuse one such as yourself." He sighed, leaning back in the chair as he did so. I had the feeling that he was about to leave again, and I didn't want that. I didn't want him to go and to never see him again. Heero, I thought I loved, but Treize… appealed to me on so many more levels. He talked to me, for one, didn't view me as simply more than a body to protect, a way to keep the peace for a lost soldier. I know knew that I desired him, the way a woman desires a man. I had waited too long for Heero to come back, and was sure now that he never would, not for me, not for the love I thought we shared. So I took a gulp of the wine, feeling fuzzy by now, and put my hand on Treize's arm.

"Don't run away again, Treize. Stay. Here, if you wish, just don't leave me."

Treize looked startled, but covered my hand with his. "I do not think that appropriate, Princess."

The fact that he used my title instead of my name hurt something deep inside me. But I plowed on, determined to win him over into staying. I didn't want a one-night stand; I didn't want a fling, or what I had with Heero. I wanted something solid, something more than a silly crush or a temporary… well, temporary anything. I wanted him by my side, in all things. "Treize, I don't know how you did it, but you won me over. Don't leave me now; don't drop me as if I were something replaceable. Please, stay with me." I leaned in close to him, once again smelling his cologne. "If for nothing else, then stay with me for peace."

Treize chuckled at that, wrapping my hand in his to pull me even closer. "Do you truly know what you are asking of me?"

My heart sped up, my throat went dry, and I was once more at a loss for words. I really hadn't expected this; I expected him to go on about the ten-year difference in our ages and to leave once more, never to be seen again. So I licked my lips and nodded.

Treize chuckled again, running his fingers up and down my arm as he pulled me even closer, close enough that I had to get out of my chair to lean against his side. He wrapped one arm around my waist and rested his head on my shoulder, looking up at me. His closeness to me made my heart pound harder, made my breath uneven. I felt dizzy with need, drunk on passion, so I ran my hand through his sandy hair and leaned down to kiss him.

He met me halfway, tilting his head back to respond to my advance. Gently, I placed my lips on his, molding our mouths together. He opened his lips ever so much and ran his tongue over my still closed lips, seeking entrance. I complied, opening my mouth to twine my tongue with his, still feeling hesitant. I wanted more from him, but didn't really know how to express that want. As we kissed, though, I grew bolder and moved to the front of the chair and sat in his lap, flinging my legs over the arm without a care. I could feel his erection, sitting on his lap as I was and it sent a thrill through me, to know that I could excite him so.

The kiss deepened even more, becoming more frantic as we sought a way to release our pent up feelings. His hands danced over me again and again; tracing circles on my back, running up and down my arms, gliding over my legs in a pattern that furthered my desire to bed him.

My hands wandered his body, squeezing the muscles in his arms, running over his well-muscled chest just to go back to being tangled in his hair as I crushed him to me, wanting more.

My hands wandered again, this time with a purpose. I slid my hands down the front of his chest and started to undo the buttons of his shirt.

Treize pulled away then, panting lightly, as he gently took my hands from his shirt. When I went to protest, he shushed me, placing one finger on my lips to silence my compliant.

"Not here," he whispered in my ear, lightly nipping the lobe. I shuddered and nodded. "My bedroom is through that door," I said, pointing to the door set in the wall on his left.

Treize looked over and smiled, lifting me in his arms as if I were a child and carried me over.

He managed to wrestle the door open with me still held in his embrace and walked us towards the bed in the center of the room. It was a massive, canopied affair, done in red and gold.

Gently, he laid me in the center of the bed and stood over me a minute or two as I reclined there, flushed with pleasure. Slowly, almost too slow, he took of his blazer and began to unbutton his shirt, exposing his golden, well-defined chest a bit at a time. He flexed his shoulders back, and it slid to the floor. His hands drifted to his belt as he kicked off his shoes and he unbuckled the belt, pulling it out of the loops with what seemed like deliberate slowness. Once that was gone, he unbuttoned his pants and stepped out of them, revealing blue silk boxers, which were shed as well.

My mouth went dry at the sight of him. He was absolutely exquisite.

I licked my lips to moisten them and sat up, hands flying to the front of my overcoat, ready to rip it off if need be. Treize chuckled and placed his hands over mine, stilling me.

"Allow me," he said. Slowly, he unbuttoned my overcoat and slid it off, tossing it aside. Slowly, leisurely, the rest of my clothing followed, until I was clad only in my bra and panties. I looked up at him and blushed as I caught his expression, one of lust and rapture.

I slid away from him to recline on my silken covers, holding out my hand in invitation. He took the offered hand and crawled onto the bed next to me, molding his body to mine.

His fingers trailed over every exposed inch of skin, raising goosebumps on my flesh as he did so. I returned the favor, caressing the steel-like muscles encased in satiny flesh, teasing him as he teased me.

One of his hands went to my shoulder and he pushed me back gently, lips hovering over mine briefly before touching mine. This kiss was different from the earlier, one, though. It was heated, intense, demanding. I pushed my head up a little, crushing our lips together hard enough to bruise as our tongues sparred.

Once again his hands roamed my body, sparking fires that had lain dormant for a long time. One hand slipped inside my bra, teasing my nipple, and I moaned out loud, breaking the kiss by accident. Treize chuckled, but instead of kissing me again, he leaned down and took that one exposed nipple into his mouth. I arched off the bed, calling out his name. I had never felt anything like this before, this sensation, this rapture where nothing seemed real, where everything was reduced to sensations. I had fooled around before, but I had never gone this far before. And I wanted more. I wanted to climb this peak and never come back down. I want this to last forever, I thought as Treize's free hand began to roll my other nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

Soon he had unhooked my bra to allow better access, rolling my nipples between his fingers as he kissed a hot line down my body. His hands left my breasts only long enough to divest me of my panties, and then he cupped them again, rolling his palms against my hardened nipples.

When he slipped his tongue inside me, I arched into his mouth, crying out his name. His tongue gently teased me as his hands rolled over my breasts. I thought I would cry with pleasure.

My lower regions tightened, and I writhed underneath him, panting as my hands balled into fists. I bucked up into his mouth again as my orgasm hit, making my limbs tingle and my vision go white.

I was lying still and panting for breath as he crawled back up my body, smiling ever so slightly at me. I smiled back, basking in the afterglow. Treize settled between my legs, pressing just the tip of his penis to me. "Ready, Relena?" he whispered. I nodded, and he thrust into me in one sharp move.

I arched off the bed, biting my lip to keep from crying out. It hurt; hurt more than I thought it would. When he pulled out and thrust again, I did cry out, writhing under him.

Treize stayed sheathed inside me, but pulled me into a hug. "You're a virgin?" I nodded, trying to clear my vision. "I'm sorry, Relena," he said and went to pull out. I wrapped my legs around him to keep him there and glared up at him, a glare worthy of Heero. "Don't go. The pain won't last."

Treize looked at me, worried, but complied. Slowly, he pulled out, and just as slow, pushed back in. It still hurt, but it was starting to feel good as well. I gasped and urged him on, digging my heels into his back.

Each time he thrust in, the pain lessened. I started rocking my hips to meet his, moaning his name on each thrust.

Our pace increased gradually, the pain a distant memory, and the familiar heat and tightness built up again in my abdomen and between my legs. I wrapped my arms around Treize's neck, clinging to him, as another orgasm wracked my body, causing me to shudder in ecstasy. Treize slowed down, but didn't stop his pace, kissing my face as I lay there panting.

When I started to move my hips again, he slowly sped up, grunting softly in my ear. I dug my nails into his back, tightening my legs around his waist for better leverage, and urged him into a faster pace. Soon he was pounding into me, the sound of flesh hitting flesh and our occasional moan or grunt the only noise. Treize was slamming into me as if he was trying to drive me through the mattress to the floor below, and I urged him on. I had never imagined sex could feel this good, and I wanted him to continue. I never wanted this feeling of physical bliss to end.

The familiar feelings of an approaching orgasm spread through my body, and I clutched him tighter, whispering his name over and over again.

Treize slammed into me one last time and came, spilling his seed deep within me, sending me over the edge one last time. I raked my nails down his back, screaming his name in ecstasy.

Treize pulled out of me and slid to one side, cuddling me against his tall frame. I curled up in his arms, my heart racing and my breathing labored. I felt better than I had in ages. As I was lying there in his arms, a thought occurred to me, a thought that worried me.

"Treize?"

"Yes, Relena?"

I pulled back enough to look up at him, a look of worry on my face. I disentangled one hand to caress the planes of his face, the softness of his lips. "I don't want this to be a one time thing. I don't want to wake up tomorrow and know that I will never see you again."

Treize looked down at me, a look of surprise on his face, then he smiled. "Then I guess I will have to stick around. For peace, you know."

I laughed and lay back down, satisfied. "Yes. For peace."

TBC…