Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Fencing ❯ Chapter 1

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Author: Sher
Email: dimitri1926@yahoo.com
Warnings: NC-17, Lemon, Sex, LOTS of foreplay, Heero X Relena
Feedback: Always appreciated. ^_^ Flames from those who dislike the pairing are not appreciated, however. Thank you.
Disclaimer: I do now own Gundam Wing, Relena, Heero, any Gundams, or Zechs' beautiful white tuxedo. This would all be copyrighted to Sunrise/Bandai Productions.



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Relena Dorlian stood to one side of the almost empty Preventors' gym, her hands folded neatly behind her back as she watched a couple fencing in the center of the mats. They were both skilled - no one could deny such a thing watching them. However, both were so different and occasionally so opposite that Relena sometimes wondered how they could be so compatible with each other.

Beneath the screened masks, she could catch glimpses of their faces as they darted and dodged each other. Lucrezia's expression was a mix of fury and control, kept in partial check only by her military training. Milliardo's look was quite different - controlled and calm, with a hint of a snug smirk that Relena was slowly growing used to. His long platinum hair swirled behind him as he fluidly moved about, totally in control of his weapon.

Neither Zechs nor Noin had noticed Relena yet - they were far too involved with their sparring match to have looked over near the door. After a few more minutes of sword play, Zechs suddenly stepped to one side in a quick attack, and Noin shot forward with her foil extended. There was a clash, and both weapons crashed to the ground.

Then everything went quiet. Neither moved as they breathed heavily, their gazes fixed on the other. Noin was the first to pull her mask off and shake her damp hair out. "Damn it. Why do we always end in a draw?" she complained lightly.

Zechs pulled his own mask off and leaned his head back, allowing his long, blonde hair to cascade straight behind him and off his sweaty face and neck. "Because I don't want to hurt you," he chuckled, closing his eyes at the ceiling.

Before Noin had a chance to grab her fencing foil and retaliate as she normally did, Relena stepped forward. The small clicking of her shoes on the gym floor caught both Preventors' attention, and they paused in their play.

Zechs smiled. "I thought you had a press conference this evening."

Relena smiled back as she approached them. "I cancelled it. It wasn't very important and I'm a little burnt out from work this week. I'd rather stay home and rest tonight. But I need your reports on the current Preventor actions for a press conference day after tomorrow. There's no rush, but I thought I'd best mention it to both of you before I forgot."

"I'll make sure to get them tomorrow for you," Noin replied. She bent and picked her fencing foil off the mat. "There's not a lot to say this quarter. We've done pretty well keeping fires out."

Zechs frowned suddenly. "You do look tired, Relena. Are you sure you shouldn't postpone the next conference? The Unified Nation is wearing you out. You need more than a day's rest."

"I'm fine," Relena smiled in her demure way, not letting any emotions other than politeness slip through. "You shouldn't trouble yourself about me, Milliardo."

He put his foil against the rack and sighed. "As your older brother it's my job to worry about you when you look tired and worn out," he said curtly.

"You wouldn't know a lot about being burnt out, would you?" Relena replied coyly. "The two of you never run out of energy."

Noin's expression had become more serious with Zechs' solemn attitude. "But we were both trained to handle hard work and a rigid lifestyle, Relena. You weren't. You shouldn't try to follow our examples. We don't run out of energy very often because we know how to manage things."

"So do I," Relena smiled back. "I may not have a military background, but I'm not weak."

Zechs walked over to her. "You couldn't even pick up a fencing foil and spar, Relena. You'd probably collapse. I'm insisting you take my advice and rest a bit longer than a day or two."

"I just can't do that," Relena closed her eyes and bowed her head. Her smile never left her face. "The Earth's Sphere depends on me. I can't run away from my duties for that long." She turned around and started to walk away from the mats. "Please send those reports to my secretary, Noin."

Noin sighed. "Yes, Relena."

The gym doors shut without a sound, and Zechs angrily ran his fingers into his sweaty bangs. "Damn it. I hate how the UN keeps her so busy. They have no right to -"

"She's the Vice Foreign Minister, Zechs. She has a lot of duties that she can't run away from - just like she said."

He turned his gaze on his wife. "They should at least allow her a vacation."

The doors to the gym swung open once more, but this time, it wasn't Relena who came in. Zechs and Noin stopped their discussion and looked up instantly to see three Gundam pilots headed towards them.

"Heeeey, just saw the Princess walk out!" Duo Maxwell grinned back at them, his long braid swinging in time with his walk. "What's she up to today?"

"Going home, I hope," Zechs replied bitterly.

Chang Wufei snorted derisively. "What, she's not staying up all night to give a speech somewhere?"

It was either the icy, furious gaze from the former Lightening Count that shut Wufei up - or Noin's quick interference. No one was really sure. "She's a little tired today."

"Hn." Heero Yuy, who had been standing behind the other two pilots, frowned in his usual, stoic way. "The UN puts too many demands on her," he stated.

Zechs met Heero's frown. "Despite the fact that's the truth, Relena won't listen nor will she stop working until she literally collapses from exhaustion."

"Which in turn will probably create a huge news story for the UN," Duo replied with sarcastic cheerfulness, "and headlines that read, Vice Foreign Minister Collapses! The tabloids will go crazy over it."

Zechs groaned. "He has a point," he stated acidly, glaring at Noin.

Noin only rolled her eyes. "If you're so worried about her, make her take a vacation!"

"I'll see to that first thing in the morning," Zechs snapped back. He started for the door. "I need a shower. Lu?"

"Yea, you got me all hot and sweaty again," Noin grinned.

Duo started laughing. "What kind of work-out to do you two do?"

Zechs shot him another death glare before stalking through the doors towards the showers. Noin only shook her head good-naturedly and followed him.

It took Duo a few seconds to stop laughing, however. As he gained composure, he wiped the wetness from his eyes and said, "Guess I'd better head home. I'm finished for the day."

"Same here," Wufei replied, wrinkling his nose at Duo's humor. "The weights were all I needed. I'll come back tomorrow for the rest."

"Heero?" Duo arched an eyebrow as he turned for the doors and looked over his shoulder. "You coming too?"

"No, I think I'll bench press some more," Heero said distantly. His eyes were fixed on the weight systems in the corner.

"You worked out for two hours," Wufei said stubbornly. "Aren't you sore?"

"Not really."

Duo sighed. "Come on, 'Fei. Mr. Super-Human never tires out. We're just mortals, after all."

"Hn." It was the only reply Duo and Wufei got as they walked out of the darkening gym, leaving Heero alone with the weights and benches.

He didn't bother to turn on the lights as night hit. He simply added weights by picking them up, testing them, and sliding them on the bar - not even paying attention to the dark. Then he'd lie back down on the bench and continue lifting, grunting as more pressure was added. He was the only person in the Preventors' Gym, but that didn't matter either. Solitude was something he enjoyed.

Then he heard the door open softly. It hardly made a noise, but Heero instantly lowered the bar back into its holder and sat up, looking for whoever had walked in. Soft padded sounds, like quiet footsteps, echoed through the hall. Then he saw the person step from the shadows into a steak of white streetlight coming in from one of the windows near the gym's ceiling.

It was Relena.

Heero was taken aback, but the initial surprise faded while he watched her silently as she went to the fencing cabinet. She was wearing a tight-fitting bodysuit, and soft shoes that obviously were designed to make very little noise. She carefully choose her foil before stepping lightly onto the mats and stretching.

Heero's mouth went dry. She arched her back and straightened her arms high above her head, giving him a clear view of her curving figure before she relaxed again. He took a deep breath before sliding off of the bench and slinking around the walls of the gym towards the fencing mats. What was she doing here? Zechs had indicated she was taking the night off, but to work out? That wasn't like Relena. The Preventors went to the gym to stay in shape. The Vice Minister didn't need to.

Relena brought the foil down and went through a fast thrusting move, oblivious to the fact she wasn't alone. Her brows knitted together in frustration. "Damn it," she muttered. She turned on her heel and swung around in a 180-degree turn. "I can still use a foil! Milliardo was wrong!" Her footwork carried her across the mat again, as though fighting an invisible opponent - more than likely her older brother in her annoyance with him at that moment. "I'm not weak... I just haven't practiced in a while...!"

She did another fast turn, breaking the foil down sharply over her head. The swishing noise was followed by a sudden clash with another foil, and Relena jumped back and stared in surprise.

For a moment, she merely regarded her new opponent without speaking. He stood in the shadows, and the faint streetlight outside the gym gave a soft outline to a perfectly toned body. Relena wasn't sure what to make of him. Who was he? And why was he here? Was he one of the Preventors?

Maybe that didn't matter. Instead of panicking, she smirked and casually fell into a position, pointing her weapon at him. He said nothing, but he did fall into the same stance and touched the tip of her foil with his.

There was a long pause as though they were each waiting for the other to spring. And without warning, they both did. Relena narrowed her eyes as she darted into the shadows, driving him further into the darkness of the gym. The foils clashed, and she smiled confidently to herself. Milliardo was wrong; she did know how to use a fencing foil, and she wasn't tired enough not to use it. Not only that, but neither were wearing a mask - and her skill was proving she didn't need one at that moment. Her movements were accurate - but her opponent was good, too. He continued blocking her moves, and after a few minutes of sparring she could feel sweat starting to soak through her tight clothes. The foils clashed again, and both fell back to gauge the situation.

Relena took a few deep breathes before smiling through the darkness. "You're very good, whoever you are." She lowered her weapon. "I'm impressed."

"Not as much as I am," the deep voice replied quietly. "Zechs said you were tired from work."

Relena's eyes widened. "Heero?"

He frowned and came closer, tossing the foil aside. It clattered past the mats to the hard floor. "You should rest, Relena. You're tired - I can tell."

"You went easy on me, didn't you?" Her voice changed from happiness to anger.

"I was still impressed with your footwork and skill, though," he answered nonchalantly. He stopped close in front of her and took the foil from her hands. "You were using a heavier one. Any reason?"

"Because I know how to use it!" she argued.

They were silent for a moment, and Relena felt her anger fading. She sighed. She could never stay mad at Heero, no matter how long he stayed away or how randomly he came back into her life. "Why are you in here so late?" she asked.

He shrugged and tossed her foil aside as well. "I wanted to work-out some more."

"You must find some sort of solace in working-out or fighting, Heero."

"Usually."

There was another pause. Relena licked her lips quickly. She could smell the salty, masculine scent of his body so close to hers, and wondered why he hadn't ran off yet. She could use that to her advantage, a wicked voice in her mind told her. She hesitantly lifted one hand and gently ran her fingertips down his bare chest. She heard his breathing catch.

"Relena..."

"You need a shower," she replied, feeling the dampness beneath her fingers.

He started to move, as though he were going to take her suggestion, but she slipped one arm to his shoulder. "Later," she added quietly. Her head dipped forward and she kissed the hollow between his collarbones. She heard him moan softly, and when she glanced up, she realized his head had tilted back and his eyes closed.

"Relena, you need to go home and get some rest," he protested quietly.

"Maybe I'd rather relax in a different way," she mused. Her arm crooked around his neck and she brought herself closer. The heat between them seemed like fire, especially through her tight bodysuit. "So tell me Heero. Were you planning on doing anything more than sparring tonight?"

He said nothing, but he did lean forward, and those deep blue eyes opened for her. She smiled seductively and laced her fingers into the sweat-dampened hair on the back of his neck.

He finally replied, "That depends on what kind of sparring you mean." One hand came up and slid beneath her chin, bringing her closer until their lips were nearly touching. "Zechs will kill me for this."

"He isn't here right now, is he?" Relena closed her eyes and leaned against his hand. "And I promise I won't tell him."

Heero paused before he brushed her lips with his in a teasing manner, and Relena stretched against him to reach his mouth more fully. After a couple of light touches, they slowly melted together. Lips pressed tighter, and passionate warmth combined with the salty taste of cooling sweat laced against every agonizing kiss. Relena kept one arm around his neck for support while her other pressed firmly against the hard muscles of his chest, her nails bent slightly on his skin as her palm rubbed and traced. Likewise, Heero kept one hand beneath her chin, keeping her mouth firmly against his while he forced his tongue between her lips. His other hand ran down her back to the smooth curves of her buttocks, cupping one and squeezing tightly.

The position allowed Relena to slide one leg up to Heero's thigh, giving her leverage to kiss him more deeply and bring their bodies closer. She moaned softly as his tongue battled hers, teased it inside his own mouth, the hot wetness of kissing flooding through them both. Then suddenly he broke away and began hungrily kissing down her neck and jaw. She tilted her head back and let him kiss the hollow of her own throat, the sensation vibrating as his hand slipped away from her chin and came down to the zipper on the front of her body suit.

His hand remained outside, while one finger bent over the top of the zipper and underneath, pressing lightly to hidden flesh. He stopped kissing her neck and she looked back at him expectantly. Slowly, teasingly, he began to edge the zipper down, dragging his finger along her skin as he did so.

Relena's breath caught and she arched her body into the tantalizing touch, whispering his name as the zipper crept lower. It finally reached her stomach, and the zipper stopped a couple of inches below that - still keeping her body a secret and at the same time, torturing him for the seductive look it gave her. A long slit of pale skin glittered at him, and he lowered his mouth and kissed a path to where the zipper stopped, holding Relena's lower back with both hands as she arched backwards while he moved downward.

Then they both seemed to straighten together, breathing harder. Heero smirked and ran a hand beneath the tight fabric of the bodysuit at Relena's shoulder, bringing on side down her arm and leaving the other half of the suit in place. As he peeled the sleeve down, more glistening skin came into view. The fabric protested and stretched tightly over her breast, and he could already see her nipples hardening against it. He licked his lips quickly.

He's going to kill me for this.

"Don't stop," she moaned helplessly, her head tilting again. "Heero..."

His mind forgot about Zechs for the moment. Zechs didn't matter - he had a beautiful woman posing before him, ready to give herself to him, and he was worried about her brother. Brothers could wait. But this couldn't.

The fabric over her breast stretched again as she slowly pulled her arm from the sleeve and let it drop to her side. Heero's eyes fixed on the barely covered breast, and Relena carefully removed the portion of the bodysuit still there. It tumbled down, leaving half of her upper body exposed to his heated gaze, and the other half still clinging tightly to her skin.

With her body arched, her breast curved against the light in the window beyond the darkness they stood in, giving her body a white, glittering outline. Heero ran one hand firmly under her breast, cupping it and stroking the nipple with small force. Then he bent and took the aching peak in his mouth, running his teeth over it and sucking hard. One hand slid to Relena's other shoulder, and he began to push the restrictive fabric away hastily. The other hand pulled her to him.

Relena was panting, gasping for air as she arched and pressed against him. Her breathing was shaky - she was trying to help him push the fabric from her other arm while threading her hands into his hair, keeping his mouth firmly wrapped around her breast. As soon as he managed to release the other half of her upper body from the clothing, he switched breasts and began hungrily devouring the other, growling her name between licks and kisses.

She finally pulled him back up, and they met in a hot kiss. Her breasts pressed tightly to his toned chest, and the contrast of hard and soft skin rubbing and caressing only sent pleasure further. Heero's hands were kneading the skin around her waist, brushing the material on her lower body with annoyance. He edged it down around her hips until she finally wrapped her hands over his and began pushing the body suit past her thighs towards the floor. She stepped out of it and pushed him backwards a step before dropping to one knee and trailing her fingers across the front of his jeans.

It was his turn to grasp her hair tightly between his fingers as she teasingly tugged the zipper down and unbuttoned his pants, folding them to the sides and tugging them down to his knees. His erection was already hardened, curving upward without the restraint of his jeans, and she curled her fingers around it, stroking lightly.

Heero groaned, arched, pressed towards her, and Relena merely smiled as she kissed his stomach and then took one round sac within her mouth, swirling her tongue over it. She heard her name growling in his throat, the soft cries of pleasure he gave back to her, and she lazily switched to the twin, giving it the same fond treatment. Then she released him, watched as his knees nearly buckled but caught themselves, and smiled again.

With a refined grace, she sank to the floor on her back, smiling in a seemingly-innocently way up at him as she stretched her body to the mats and bent one leg, spreading them apart. He dropped to the mat after her, crawling over her waiting form until their faces were even. Then he carefully lowered his body against hers. Heat intensified as he sank down, and her thighs cradled him perfectly. With another deep kiss, his palms began roaming over her body quickly, petting and touching pleasure points.

They crushed against each other hungrily, kissing feverishly and petting without thinking. Relena threw her head back as she felt his fingers stroke her entrance - already slick and hot, aching to be filled. Her legs spread wider and she thrust her hips towards him, but instead he simply pressed her back to the mat with one hand.

"Heero, hurry..." She kissed and nuzzled the side of his neck, and he turned to meet her wild gaze.

"You're not as tired as I thought you were," he smirked, rubbing the small nub of flesh inside the folds between two fingers.

She cried out, and he thrust one finger inside the wetness, stroking the passage. He didn't bother to hold her hips down this time. A second finger joined the first, moving against her flesh until she screamed softly. Then he withdrew and guided his erection towards her opening.

With his hot tip pressed in agonizing torture against her, Heero leaned back over her face. "Relena," he breathed hard, "Look at me."

"Oh, God...Heero..." Her eyes opened, but her face was strained.

He kissed her lips, keeping eye contact, then thrust inside firmly. The moment he was buried within her, her eyes closed again and she threw her head back, her mouth parted without sound as her body tightened over his swollen manhood. Heero closed his eyes for a second as well, lost within her and the tight embrace between her legs. Then he slid out and thrust again, twisted his hips into hers and watched as she cried his name in ecstasy.

If the rhythm started slowly, neither remembered it later. It seemed to grow fast and hot within seconds. Heero's deep growls and thrusts were met with Relena's soft moans, and she rose off the mats and came against him as he continued thrusting harder inside her body. The sensation was incredible - she was hot, tight and slick, pulling him in so deep they both forgot everything else.

Their hips ground together as they met, and he kept driving inside her harder and faster. She could feel how close he was... so close to what she wanted... and as she strained and whimpered for him, he touched a tight sweet spot inside her and she cried his name instantly. Heero buried is face into her neck and thrust there again, rubbing the same spot over and over as her cries grew louder and her body started shaking to meet his. It was so close. He could feel it.

Almost instantly, he felt his body releasing over an edge, and his harsh voice cried out incoherently, echoing into the gym's darkness. Relena pressed herself tightly to him, her hips moving against his until she collapsed over the same edge and they fell back to the mats hard, lost deep within each other. The gym echoed with the sound of pounding hearts and racing blood.

They both rested for a few minutes. Breathing slowed from quick short gasps to a deeper, calmer intake. Heero shifted and slid out of her body, lifting himself just enough so he wouldn't crush her. Relena moved her legs and stretched beneath him before falling languidly on her back again and taking a deep breath. Then she felt his hand gently rest on top of her stomach as he leaned into her side.

"That felt good," she murmured lightly.

"I'm just glad Zechs didn't come back in," Heero answered.

Relena twisted on her side so she could face him, and smiled smugly. "You know, that was better than last time. I'll have to remember to get you all hot and sweaty for future reference."

"Hn."

Relena giggled impishly and kissed him. As she pulled away, she sighed happily. "I feel much better now, thank you Heero."

"Anytime," he grinned.

"I'll have to get tired from work again very soon," she yawned. "But for now, why don't we get a shower?"

They both looked at each other and grinned before pulling themselves off the sticky mats and heading for the dark showers together.




~FIN~