Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ For Her Love ❯ Chapter 1

GW and its characters don't belong to me but to Sunrise/SOTSU Agency, Bandai etc.etc.

This is going to be an eventual threesome lemon between Heero, Relena and Quatre, though in this first chapter the lemon only involves Quatre and Relena. This of course has sex, some mild language and angst and tad bit of sap I suppose, with Quatre there's always a guarantee of some sappiness, most times anyways.

Well hope ya guys like. Enjoy.

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"All I want to do is go for a short walk in the gardens. I'd only be gone ten minutes."

Heero's brow knitted together, but other than that, no other hints of irritation were evident on his face as he continued to work on his laptop. "Have you forgotten about the attempt made on your life three nights ago and the fact that we still haven't found the person responsible? It's to risky and out of the question right now. It's as simple as that Relena so stop asking me to go out because it won't happen."

If he had been looking at her, he would have noticed how her fists were clenched at her side while her eyes were narrowed with anger, nothing's ever simple with you Heero, she thought to herself. "I know I need to be protected Heero, but why am I the one being treated like a criminal?"

The lengthy moments of silence only fanned the angry flame between them, which was irrecoverably ignited when Heero finally spoke. "I might just have to lock you in your room if you continue to argue with me."

Relena's lower lip began to tremble as she tried to bite back tears. "That was a very insulting and insensitive thing to say, Heero Yuy." Relena spun around on her heel exiting the room, bumping into Quatre, who was just entering the kitchen. She nodded to him a polite sorry, and then continued on her way, up the stairs. A scowl of disapproval set across the desert prince's face as he crossed his arms and leaned a shoulder against the wall.

"That was a pretty mean thing to say to her, Heero. But the fact that she knows you'd actually do something like that is even crueler."

Heero's eyes flashed over top of the screen. "Mn. You just arrived yesterday, Quatre. I've been here for three days."

"Yes Heero, I know that." The blonde Arab conceded. "But in those three days have you even tried to talk to her? Or be a friend to her?"

The methodical clacking of keys never wavered. "We've talked."

Quatre snorted, "Yea, maybe over what to have for dinner. Damn it, Heero, it's been five years. When are you going to admit to her that you love her?" Another cloud of silence fell in the kitchen. Quatre sighed and straightened his stance preparing, to go back into the living room. "Fair warning then Heero. If you're not going to be man enough to admit your feelings for her and love her the way she deserves to be loved then I know someone who will."

Heero abruptly stopped his typing all of a sudden a hint of sarcasm edging into his voice. "Oh yea? And who is that?"

"That Heero...would be me." With those words Quatre exited the kitchen leaving Heero in quite a mild shock to contemplate the blonde male's declaration.

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"That, that man!" Relena growled through clenched teeth as she slammed the door to her room, plopping down on the bed. "Whywhywhy? You can be so hard to talk to...so stubborn...so insensitive...then why do I love you?" Her voice fell to a whisper, and she felt her anger ebbing away, though tears still ran down her face as she buried her head into her pillow. There was a knock on her door. "Go away Heero!" There was another gentle tap and a voice that Relena knew was not Heero's.

"Relena. It's me, Quatra. Can I come in please?"

She plucked a tissue out of its box and wiped her eyes and nose, smoothing back her hair; she could only imagine what she looked like after crying. She cleared the hoarseness out of her throat. "Come in."

The door opened just a crack and Quatre peeked in. "Hi." He simply greeted her before slipping all the way into the room; he sat down next to Relena. "Do you feel any better Relena?"

The former princess of Sank bowed her head and stared at the floor. "I apologize for my behavior, it was, quite childish." Quatre wished she was looking at him so, she could see the warm smile on his lips, so to help her he cupped her chin and turned her head towards him so that she had to look at him.

Anger boiled in his blood. He had been in love with Relena since the day he had met her while he and Heero had been taking refuge from OZ in the Sank Kingdom. But he also knew that Heero had developed feelings for the princess as well, and knew as well that she reciprocated those feelings. So, being the gentleman that he had always been taught to be, he had stepped back and allowed Heero to take his chance with Relena, only wishing for her happiness. But, the perfect soldier had not made this beautiful lady happy and he had decided it was far past his own turn to try his luck, though he knew he would have to wade into the situation lightly and test the waters before jumping right in.

"I'm sorry for the way Heero treats you at times. It's only because he cares about your safety."

She sniffled and dislodged her chin from his grip but still continued to look at him. "I know. Without me the hope for peace would be dead. He's protecting the future when he protects me."

Quatre tried again this time by placing his hands on top of the pair that she was nervously twisting in her lap; he continued to look into her eyes. "To a degree that is true Relena. But he also cares for you, as a person, he, he," a lump in his throat blocked out his voice.

Relena straightened her body and grasped Quatre's hands tightly. "He what Quatre? Tell me."

Swallowing the nervousness Quatre finally allowed the words that came out. "Heero loves you Relena. He is in love with you."

Relena's jaw dropped and her eyes grew wide. Quatre squinted and silently damned himself when he noticed her reaction. He had come up to talk to her to tell her that he loved her. But instead, he told her what she had always wanted to hear, but it was the truth as well, Heero did love her. "Are, are you sure? Tell me are you absolutely sure?"

Quatre was knocked out of his personal thoughts by her words and the gentle shaking of his shoulders.

He could think of nothing to do except shake his head and answer her with the truth. "Yes Relena. I'm positive."

Happiness lit up her face and she shot up to her feet. "Now what to do?" She spoke more to herself than to him. "I have to talk to him about this." She was nearly out the door of her room when she turned around and slowly walked back to the man on the bed. Relena knelt by Quatre's knees, placing her hands on them. Looking up at him her voice sang with a tone of sincerity. "Oh thank you so much. Thank you." With those words she leaned up and kissed his cheek only to disappear from his view as she made her way down the stairs.

Quatre rose slowly from the bed himself and left her room. That was stupid. But then, I suppose she needed to know. Heero has always been too locked away to admit his feelings. "But then I'm doing the exact same thing aren't I?" The ex-pilot of Sandrock stopped in front of a full-length mirror that hung in the hallway; he looked at himself and touched the spot of his face Relena's lips had graced. "So much for taking what you want, you just had to choke up at the last minute and give into your fear of rejection. Anything for her happiness, huh."

Once at the bottom of the stairs Relena entered the kitchen, but saw Heero was not there. She called his name a few times as she went from room to room but to no avail. Heero was nowhere to be found. She made her way back to where she had started only to notice a white slip of notepaper she had not seen before. Her hands began to shake as she picked open the folded piece of paper.

Relena.

I'm going away for a while. I know you'll probably think about me, but don't, there is another more worthy then I.

Be happy.

Heero

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Her posture was perfectly straight as she sat in the chair with her hands folded neatly in her lap. Her face was void of any type of emotion, blank and her usual cream-colored skin tone was ashen. Quatre's heart broke seeing her in such a state, especially when he knew her condition was caused by Heero's abrupt disappearance.

He sat down at the table beside her and pushed a plate of food in front of her. "You've not eaten for a few days Relena. We can't have you getting sick."

He eyes twitched and she spoke, though her voice sounded soft and hollow, as if on the verge of tears. "Yes, we can't have me falling ill can we? After all who will be around to fight for peace if something happens to me right? That's all I'm good for, Heero showed me that."

Something inside of Quatre suddenly snapped and he picked up the plate and flung it across the room. The fragile china smashed against the wall and shattered, sending its food contents to splatter onto the tile floor and white wall. Relena jumped out of her daze and out of her seat, her mouth gaped a little. She had never known Quatre could have such a temper.

Relena backed away as Quatre advanced towards her, his eyes as wide as hers. But while countenance betrayed certain uneasiness Quatre's flashed with anger. He grabbed her shoulders to stop her retreat, the unsettling urgency evident in his tone. "I can't take seeing you mope around like this anymore. And, for what...a man who is incapable of showing you any kind of compassion and love."

Her lips trembled as a few stray tears escaped her eyes. "But, I..."

"Love him. Yes, I know. You love him and he loves you but if he's not willing to admit it to himself or you then it makes no sense for you to wallow around in self-pity, hurting yourself and wishing to die. He's not worth you throwing your life away."

She averted her eyes from his, looking to the side. "But what am I to do without him?"

Quatre swallowed thickly: It was now or never, he told himself as he took a calming breath. "Love me. Forget him right now and just, love me."

Her eyes blinked a few times as she looked up at him again, too shocked to know how to reply. Quatre continued to speak. "I have loved you since we were fifteen, Relena. I've kept it to myself because I knew you loved Heero and I never wanted to complicate your life with my feelings. I know I'm not him, but I can give you what he can't. Please, I..." To hell with this! He pulled Relena to him, kissed her soundly and ignored her initial protest. The struggle lasted no more then a few second, as she found herself surrendering to him, even allowing his tongue to stroke along her own. Quatre was the one you meant in your letter, isn't he Heero.

She took a step back and he took a step forward, neither one letting go nor halting the passionate fury of a kisses they were sharing, and in the process of their awkward dance they pulled off one another's clothing. Relena felt her backside collide with something smooth and wooden but before she could think of what it may have been she found herself being lifted off her feet a couple of inches only to have her body placed back down on it, her back feeling underneath it an even cooler, smoother surface.

On the kitchen table was not the ideal place Quatre had envisioned making love to Relena for the first time, but the moment was right and the mood set and he was, by no means, going to throw it away. He slipped the fingers of his left hand inside the crotch of her already moistening panties, flicked the tip of his index finger across her warm center and smiled inwardly as she jumped once again and moaned. "Quatre, I..."

"Shshsh." He breathed into her ear. "Do you trust me Relena?" She nodded and he continued his explorations of her, beginning with a haphazard trail of nips and kisses. Letting his tongue glide down her body and into her most intimate of all areas. She squirmed, wordlessly begging for something that she had little knowledge of. Quatre pulled her back up again to a sitting position and pressed one of his hands on her lower back while he kept the other one still holding her bottom. "May I? Please? I love you, Relena."

She nodded her consent and with a searing kiss to seal his proclamation, he brought her down on top of him and pushed himself up. In an instant, with one solid stroke of his throbbing and needy manhood he found himself past her resistance, imbedded deeply within her. She choked back a sob of pain and dug her nails into his back; it seemed as if she had ceased breathing. Quatre's own heart felt as if it had stopped realizing, that until then, she had been untouched.

"Oh my God. Relena. I'm sorry I didn't know, I'm so sorry. Why didn't you tell me?" His voice cracked as he hastily kissed away the tears from her face. He cursed himself silently that he had been so presumptuous, and even more so that he still felt himself solid within her body, having been extremely turned on by the knowledge that he was, her first.

"I didn't want you to hold yourself back, so, just do something Quatre...please. I need to feel you move in me." He obliged her, using what little fleeting control that remained to take it as slow and easy as possible, but when she voiced her frustration at his pace he quickened it and strengthened it. Soon both were shuttering together, screaming their releases and holding tightly on to one another.

As Quatre felt his body begin to cool down he opened his eyes and looked down at the silent ash blonde woman who he still held to his chest, though her head was tilted back and she was looking up at him with a content and peaceful look. "Relena, are you okay."

"Of course. Just feeling, a little tired, and sore." How could I've let him touch me Heero, when it's you I love, I'm such a horrible person. She closed her eyes to the thought, and leaned her head forward until it came to rest on his shoulder. The experience had been tiring and intense for him as well, but still he knew he had to get her cleaned up and back into bed and be there for her from now on.

He sighed ignoring the girl's tears as the trickled down his body. He knew she was dying inside and it hurt him, though he found himself angry that she was crying for Heero. You've nothing to feel guilty about Relena. Heero knew this would happen. He wanted it to.

Quatre found the tablecloth amongst the room's disarray and wrapped it snuggly around her trembling form. He gathered her up against his still nude body, letting his eyes travel to where her maiden blood still christened his now flaccid manhood. She wilted into his tear-stained and sweat-dampened chest as he carried her carefully to her room and into her master lavatory. He set her with him at the edge of the tub and drew a more than tepid bath. The steam rose and billowed around them, and Quatre tenderly peeled the tablecloth from her figure. He helped Relena into the inviting warm water, taking up a nearby washcloth and running the dampened fabric across her rosy flesh.

"She raised a languid hand to protest. Quatre, you don't have to do this, really."

He couldn't help but smile, noticing the deepening flush curl into her cheeks. She seemed so shy again. "No," he said, brushing away the soft strands that clung to her naked shoulders. "I don't have to, but I want to."

She returned his smile as the warm feeling of a woman who had just newly experienced love, blanketed her body. Perhaps she could grow to love Quatre as more than a friend. "Okay."

Afterward, when her bath was done and she had showered and changed into some other clothing, Quatre took his own shower and dressed himself as well. Then caring little that it was barely past noon, they climbed on top of the covers of Relena's king-sized four-post bed and curled around one another's bodies, drifting off into a contented sleep.

TBC...