Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Executive Orders ❯ Want ( Chapter 2 )

Chapter Summary: Still not to the lemon yet. But isn't this fun?! In which Relena has a little chat with a dragon and confronts her prey. And who would have thought Wufei had it in him . . . ~__^

Executive Orders
~An Out of Control Sequel~

by
Smarty Cat
smartycat9383@yahoo.com

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Part 2 -- Want
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"I hope I have everything I need."

Relena took one final cursory look around her suite of rooms before swinging a large bag over her shoulder. She smoothed one hand down the crisp, clean riding jacket she had donned after her bath and grabbed her riding crop from the dresser top.

One must keep up appearances after all.

She smiled darkly and stepped out the door, swinging the crop up and lightly brushing it across the precious paper in her breast pocket.

It had been remarkably easy to pull rank and demand access to the records of Preventer recruits and officers. Relena had to hand it to adult filmmakers everywhere. There were certainly some extremely attractive men on the force, and if she had been that kind of girl she would hardly have minded playing with them a bit. However, she was dedicated to her causes, even the reluctant human ones, and there had been one profile in particular that intrigued her.

Agent Hiroshi Yugen, codename Preventer Phoenix.

Who just happened to bear a remarkable resemblance to a certain Gundam pilot.

He was one of the younger recruits, but he had risen quickly through the ranks and obtained a position as Head of Security in Building C, a position that came with a private office. In addition, according to the Preventer database, that private office had been soundproofed to prevent the results of his enthusiastic interrogations from disturbing the rest of the staff.

Relena's smile widened.

How very convenient.

But there were still other precautions that had to be taken, and to accomplish those she would have to enter the Dragon's lair.

***

The young Chinese man stared at her coolly when she appeared in his doorway. After a moment he inclined his head in acknowledgement.

"Darlian."

"Chang," she answered him equally coolly.

"Why are you here?" he demanded, as abrupt and to the point as ever.

Relena took that as permission to enter, ignoring his annoyed frown and closing the door firmly behind her. She gazed around the Director of Palace Security's office with veiled curiosity as she carefully picked her way to his desk. A strange blend of modern technology and ancient weaponry spilled across the room in what appeared to be merely random clutter, but careful observation revealed a setup designed to ward away unwanted guests.

Relena flashed him her best politician's smile as she cleared a chair of its haphazard pile of books. "I have a favor to ask of you, Wufei."

"You're putting those back before you leave, and I don't give favors."

"I'm sure just this once won't hurt you, and since it regards something of a delicate nature I'd rather not use my authority and command you. You'll make things easier for both of us if you do it of your own free will."

His eyes narrowed as he focused on her with more interest. "Why the subterfuge?"

"It could be damaging."

His eyebrows rose. "Really?"

Relena nodded and pulled the profile sheet from her pocket, unfolding it and sliding it across his desk.

"I'm rather offended that no one told me that Heero worked here. He's been right under my nose, and I didn't even know it."

Wufei glanced at the sheet with its blurry picture of a scowling dark-haired man and muttered something Relena did not quite catch about idiots who refused to dye their hair and make a decent name change before glaring at her.

"Yuy is a distraction to you," he snapped, his voice harsh and clipped.

Relena planted her hands firmly on the desk as she hissed back, "You're damn right he is. I've been distracted wanting to know where the hell he is!"

Wufei slammed his own hands down and leaned over until they were nose to nose. Furious blue eyes glared into sharp black as he said dangerously, "Let me phrase it another way. It is my job to protect you, both your body and your reputation, even from yourself if necessary, and no one can be sure how the public will react if you get yourself knocked up by some no-account soldier out of wedlock!"

He's shockingly perceptive.

Relena sniffed and turned her profile to him. "Who said anything about getting knocked up?"

"How ignorant to you think I am?"

"When it comes to women? Do you really want me to answer that?" she countered archly.

"Sally agrees with me."

Relena snorted. "Well, now I know who was sabotaging those publicity stunt dates three months ago. No wonder you're acting so intelligent and mother-hennish then." She widened her eyes imploringly. "Even if I did get pregnant, the public would probably think it's horribly romantic and write books and make daytime television specials about it. Please, Wufei? One favor?"

He sighed and pulled away. "What do you want?"

Relena gestured at the wall of security screens to his right. "Is there a camera in Heero's office?"

"Of course."

"I want it to be turned off for one hour. I want no record of my visit with him to exist, and I want any recordings of this conversation to disappear."

He folded his arms and narrowed his eyes as he studied her. "What exactly are you planning?"

Relena tossed her hair over her shoulder and stared at him imperiously. "To have lunch. To not get 'knocked up' as you so delicately phrased it."

One black eyebrow arched sardonically. "You're on birth control then?"

"Pig!" Relena snarled and began to stalk for the door.

"Relena, stop."

"Yes! Yes, I'm on birth control!" She whirled around. "Are you going to help me or not?"

He cocked his head to one side and smiled slightly. "I'll give you one favor, but you asked for two. What do I get out of this?"

Relena eyed him warily. "It depends."

"What if I want to watch?" He gazed at her, challenging her, challenging her actions, challenging her resolve. And they both knew it.

A smirk slowly spread across Relena's face. "You know, Wufei, it's funny you should mention that . . ."

He caught the videodisk that came hurtling at his face only inches from his nose and looked at her curiously over its bright plastic case. Relena smiled back at him, a cold baring of teeth, as she opened his door.

"Just see to it that the camera is off."

And she left, slamming the door behind her, only to proceed three steps down the hallway before Wufei's hand grabbed her wrist and jerked her backwards into his chest. She struggled futilely as he spun her around.

"Let go! What do you think you're doing?!"

"You forgot my books, but I'll collect on them later." He shot her an absolutely wicked grin and forced something cold and metallic into her hand. "You'll need these."

Then he was gone, his door shutting firmly behind him, followed by the distinctive sound of the lock turning, leaving Relena alone staring down disbelievingly at the handcuffs resting on her palm.

***

"Preventer Phoenix?"

The young man grunted noncommittally at the female voice that followed the soft tap at his door, not bothering to look up from his computer screen.

The door shut with a soft click, and approaching footsteps sounded softly against the thick carpeting of his otherwise Spartan office. "I'd like to discuss the possible installation of extra security cameras around the complex."

Another grunt. The soft thump of a full bag being dropped covered the sound of the door locking.

"Especially in the Vice-Foreign Minister's office."

Preventer Phoenix's back and shoulders stiffened abruptly, and his fingers stilled on the keyboard.

"And I think they should feed directly into your office, Heero . . ."

He turned around extremely slowly as the familiar voice sent waves of recognition rolling though his mind, and his eyes widened even farther as they took in Relena's clinging riding habit, boots, and crop.

"So you can see exactly what you're making me do to myself--" Her name escaped him with a startled gasp as her voice rose higher, "--instead of what you should be doing to me!"

His brow furrowed, and he began to rise from his chair, although the shock of seeing her appeared to have adversely affected his balance. The normally composed and collected Gundam pilot trembled, and his hands clung tight to the edges of his desk as he used it as a brace to pull himself up.

Relena strode around to his side and stood over him. "Oh, no, don't bother to get up. I like you just where you are."

Heero continued to struggle to his feet.

"That was an order, Preventer." Her voice was clipped and icy, her eyes hard blue jewels as she stared him down.

Heero sat back slowly, his hands clenching the armrests of his chair with a white-knuckled grip, but he met her gaze evenly, and his voice was calm as he asked, "What are you doing here?"

I wonder if such blunt rudeness is a male thing or just a Gundam pilot thing?

She snorted and said mockingly, "I thought I had made it obvious. Imagine my surprise when I found out I'd hired you without knowing it. I suppose I shall have to start paying better attention to the recruit applications I approve. Anyway, I thought I should come say hello. Hello, Heero. How have you been? Did you miss me? Do you ever think about me?"

Heero jerked, nearly tipping over his chair and slamming his shin into the desk as Relena approached with a predatory glide.

"Goodness, Heero! That sounded painful. Would you like for me to kiss it and make it better?"

Say yes, say yes, say yes, say yes, say yes!

"That won't be necessary."

You idiot.

Heero glared at her where she leaned on one hip against his desktop, idly fingering the red ribbon in her hair.

"I think you should go. I have work to do."

She smiled. "I'm sure you do, but I'm not leaving."

"Relena, get out."

Her eyes narrowed as she swept her riding crop under his chin, forcing his head up and baring his throat as she straightened to loom over him.

"Heero, I think you've forgotten who your superior is. You answer to me. I hired you, I pay your salary, and you will obey my orders!"

His face grew tight, and he stared at her impassively from his distinctly vulnerable position. Relena stared back evenly, hiding the building waves of panic behind a carefully composed facade. This wasn't how it was supposed to be! Where was all the pent-up passion, all the ravishing?

Heero obviously hasn't seen that particular video.

Relena nonchalantly pulled away with a light tap to his cheek and strolled around to the opposite side of his desk to give herself time to think. She had never considered that he might not want to see her as much as she wanted to see him.

How was she going to fix this?

Guilt?

Diplomacy?

Apparent indifference?

All out assault?

Assault worked remarkably well when you tried it before.

Relena whirled suddenly, slamming her hands down on his desk, and leaned forward over her braced arms. She allowed her hair to fall forward over her face as she whispered softly, "It would have been nice to know that you were a Preventer now, Heero. We might not have been close friends, but we did have a history together. I do like to occasionally know how you are."

Heero remained impassive as she peeked up at him, and Relena sighed inwardly, her shoulders drooping.

Typical really. I knew guilt wouldn't work. Oh well, time to drag out the big guns and move on to Plan B.

It was a good thing that Wufei had given her those handcuffs. She made a mental note to give him a nice bonus in thanks. Now to just get them on Heero . . .

She straightened with exaggerated slowness, and raised limpid eyes to Heero's stony face. She smiled at him tremulously as she backed away.

"Good day, Heero. I'm sorry I bothered you. It won't happen again."

A flicker of emotion passed over his face as she spun on her heel and went to collect her bag. She had only gotten a few paces when she abruptly fell to the floor with a muffled curse. Heero frowned and stood up to peer over his desk to where Relena appeared to be frantically scrabbling for something among the carpeting.

"Relena, what are you doing?"

"Looking for my contact!" came the broken reply.

Heero blinked in surprise. He had not known that she wore contacts and felt oddly betrayed as he wondered if the intense sea blue of her eyes was natural. With a weary sigh he walked around to stand over her hunched form. He did not dare offer to help her in her search. Just watching her breaches hug her curves as her rear swayed in the air was nearly too much for him. Putting himself in close proximity would almost certainly annihilate his self-control, bringing out the urge to comfort her and ask forgiveness for the way he had treated her. She needed to find that damn lens and get out of his office. Fast.

Relena cast a surreptitious glance upward and saw his strained face and hands clenching and unclenching

"Aren't you going to help me?" Her voice wavered.

He swallowed heavily and closed his eyes. "No."

Heero could not see the wicked smile that curved her lips beneath the fall of her hair and her bowed head. She chuckled lowly as her hand inched into her pocket.

"You leave me no choice."

He jerked back when she lunged at him with the apparent intention of attacking his feet and had to restrain his instinctual urge to kick whatever was attached to his leg. A soft click seemed to resound in the suddenly quiet room, and Heero stared down in disbelief at the slim metal shackles that bound his ankles. His shocked gaze slowly turned to the innocent looking blonde kneeling at his feet and staring up at him with doe eyes. Her expression shifted, and her eyes danced impishly as she licked her lips.

"Neither one of us is going anywhere. We have some unfinished business to attend to."