Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Into the Closet! ❯ Chapter 1

Heero cracked his neck with a series of satisfying clicks and took twenty seconds to breathe deeply and consciously relax his jaw muscles. The data he'd been compiling all morning did not look good. They would still need physical proof to get the legal orders commissioning the Preventers' involvement.

Maybe I should just fly up there and blow the place up.

Just at that moment his vidphone buzzed and after hitting the answer key, Sally Po's face filled the screen.

"Hello there Heero. How's it going by you?"

Heero snorted to himself at the ever-cheery Preventer agent and field doctor. They were just in the nick of time.

"It doesn't look good. Have you got anything for me?"

"Wu Fei and I picked up some presents for you and the others on our last trip. We should be arriving tonight at around 21:00 hours. We've been gone so long, I sure hope you've got a party planned for us." Sally winked merrily at him, doubtlessly enjoying her own wit.

"You've got it, Sally. I have a few gifts for you myself. I'll get the guests in order, and I think Duo can take care of the food." He smirked to himself, finding that he had a little wit somewhere in there as well. Sally looked nonplussed by his show of humor and he left it at that, getting ready to break the connection. Sally must have sensed his intention and stopped him just short of pressing the end key.

"Oh, and Heero… I meant to tell you before we left for this little get away, I had a look at the file from Relena's last physical before I left..."

She of course had his full attention now.

All these little factions. All their selfish concerns. I have to keep the bigger picture in mind, since they just can't seem to see it at all.

She could feel the muscles along the left side of her body, from the top of her head down to her tailbone spasm painfully within the tension that had been building in them all morning.

Relena sat back in her chair and forced her shoulders down and unclenched her jaw as she listened to yet another impassioned and eloquent speech from yet another representative about yet another reason why his little plot of civilization had more need for looser environmental and trade regulation than the law provided for. The real issue at hand of course had nothing to do with this man's country, or its economic needs. The real issue was fear.

In the four years since the end of the Eve Wars, easier trade relations and general peace between Earth and her colonies had created a natural shift in the balance of commodities. The truth of the matter was, the colonies were better equipped, both in terms of human resources and technology to create the gadgets that humanity thrived on. Their production methods were more efficient and environmentally sound. Their resources from the mining asteroids and space debris left over from the wars were seemingly endless. The technical skill level of their engineers was staggering, and in truth, one simply couldn't achieve the same precision in heavier gravity that the colonies had achieved out in space. Even the lunar base colony had better quality knick knacks from it's tourist-based luxury factories than anything found on Earth, and they certainly were not considered technologically savvy by the colonies' standards.

Conglomerates and Nation-companies on Earth that had in the past made vast fortunes through the manufacturing of technological items, especially large weaponry, were threatened by this new development. These profit-seeking governments had struggled for centuries to gain their current levels of power and monopoly, plunging their geographical regions into chaos and war countless times. More than once they had funded and supplied war efforts that had engulfed most of the planet, and of course through the Romafeller Foundation, had most recently created the grisly Eve Wars. Unfortunately for these old predators, the world was changing, whether they liked it or not, and Relena was going to make certain that the new order of things allowed for freedom, peace and balance. After all, she was the Vice Foreign Minister of the ESUN, and that was her job.

She surreptitiously lowered her gaze until it could take in the time on her wristwatch. Only three minutes until the lunch recess. It was in the off-moments -- the lunches, the breaks, the state dinners -- that most of the wheeling and dealing took place. If all went well, today's lunch would be spent with the representatives from the old Russian sector and one of the L2 colonies that identified most closely with their Ancestors from the Southeast Asian region of Earth. She knew that if she could strike a private trade agreement between the grain and textile rich Russians and the ore rich, technologically savvy colony, then other delegations would become envious of the deal, and want to make similar bargains themselves.

What Earth's leaders needed to learn was that humanity was expanding, but there would only be one perfect, life-giving water world in their futures until that far distant time when the Earth might colonize the stars. Until that time, those who chose to remain on the planet must tend its biological and physical resources. The colonies were capable of growing the food they needed, but Relena knew from having visited them, and having listened to colonists who visited the Earth talk, that food grown planet-side was simply better. Once the citizens of space grew more comfortable with their newfound freedom and wealth, Relena predicted that the demand for Earth grown produce, and eco-tourism would skyrocket. If Earth's leaders would prepare their local economies for such demand, the balance and wealth would only increase. She was sure of it.

But change is difficult, and it can also be threatening. It was a valid thought that giving all technological power to the colonies could be disastrous if they ever became aggressive towards the Earth again, but…

Suddenly the chamber erupted in noise as the lunch recess was called. All that philosophical babbling in her head had caused Relena to miss the actual end of the debates. Mentally cursing herself, she sprang from her seat, sending her two aides into a flurry of confusion as she ordered one ahead to the restaurant with her suitcase and the other off to locate representative Liao from the L2 colony. As quickly as possible without losing her dignity, she scurried after the retreating figures of the Russian delegation. As she caught up to them, she headed straight for the now familiar profile of her maternal grandfather, the Marquis Wayridge.

"Grandfather!" She tried not to sound too out of breath, but in fact her enthusiastic and breathless greeting only softened the old man's heart upon seeing his pride and joy, the famous Vice Foreign Minister. Seeing her looking so girlish after her dash across the assembly hall took him slightly aback. He'd grown accustomed to thinking of her as a dependable, steadfast leader, and a grown woman. But in truth she was still only twenty, and for all the natural vigor that comes along with youth, she looked a bit wan.

"My dearest Relena, have you run all the way to see me?"

Unfortunately, the moment of relaxed and youthful exuberance died quickly as Relena regained her composure and quickly resumed her political persona. Five years as a politician could wear away the youth from anyone, let alone a woman who had never acted much like a child even when she'd been one.

"I was hoping you were still free to share lunch with me, Grandfather."

Subtle, but direct, Relena's phrasing allowed the Marquis the chance to feign having already made an unofficial lunch date with her in front of the rest of his delegation, even though the proposal was completely new. The old Marquis allowed himself a small moment of sentimental weakness to indulge the thought of his only granddaughter wishing to spend her precious behind the scenes bargaining time just sharing his companionship, but he quickly realized that she would never allow herself to waste her hours so foolishly. She must have plans for him.

With a quick sideways glance at his assistant, he assumed the mask of an adoring grandparent though inside he once again cursed himself for letting his daughter's child become so heartlessly professional, and with a gentle pat on her shoulder claimed that he always had time to spend with his favorite grandchild. In return, he was rewarded with one of Relena's most breathtakingly open smiles and once again wondered if there were still room for true affection in her overburdened heart.

He nearly missed them, had to run to catch them in the corridor leading to the elevator banks. The grandfather, the colony representative, her two guards and there she was, straight and quiet… a natural magnet for the eyes.

"Relena!" Heero pitched his voice to be loud enough to catch her attention but not alarm her. Unfortunately, she looked alarmed anyway. He didn't interrupt her political maneuvers lightly and she was probably wondering if he was about to run off to blow up a building, or some other extreme action. Perhaps he'd been wrong to call her away now. Doubt crept in, as Relena made her excuses and worked her way over to his side. By her stride and even perhaps the way the energy moved around her, Heero could see the signs of prolonged inactivity and high levels of stress in her body. She was practically limping. Not that anyone but Heero would notice these things.

That decided it for him, so that by the time she reached him, his mind was clear.

"Heero?" Relena never said full sentences to him where others might overhear. They relied on years of understanding to communicate almost entirely through body language, tonality of voice and what some might simply consider telepathy. So, he nodded in return, and taking her gently by the elbow, guided her away from the crowds still clearing out of the conference chambers and down a hall used mostly by the maintenance staff. Flashing his Preventers badge needlessly at her two vacillating guards, he told them to wait for her in the lobby. He could feel her anxiety levels rising, so he chose quickly and looking to see that no-one was anywhere in sight, pushed her into a supply closet stacked with cleaning fluids, a rolling mop bucket, clear plastic pitchers and a seemingly endless supply of toilet paper.

Not exactly a romantic spot, he realized, but the circumstances required improvisation. Moving the mop bucket and a ladder into strategic positions he effectively blocked the door from opening in on them.

"Heero, please tell me what's going on."

Instead of replying, he pulled a sensor out of his jacket pocket and began checking the room carefully for listening devices. He then began searching Relena's clothing, removing her jacket and shoes and passing it lightly over the fabric of her pants. He surreptitiously checked the bug he had placed just that morning under the lapel of her jacket while he was at it.

"Alright, we're clear."

Relena by this point didn't know whether to be angry, amused or truly alarmed by all the unusual cloak and dagger activity. All she knew was that her aides could only go so far getting Mr. Liao and her grandfather to sit at a lunch table together and that if she didn't get to them soon, all her plans seriously would be impeded. She could feel that twinge in her left side contracting even as she stood there, silently waiting for Heero to get to the point.

"Let me work on that," he said moving a warm hand gently down her back from the nape of her neck. Relena let out a small sigh as her husband's fingers lightly stimulated areas of her body that had been alternately numb and painful for days. She took a deep breath and assumed a deadpan expression to hide the interplay of annoyance, anxiety and inappropriate arousal twittering around inside her.

"What is going on, Heero? I've managed to finesse a lunch between Liao and Wayridge and if I'm not there, my only chance could be wasted." Heero paused in the small, light touches that were systematically releasing weeks of stored anxiety from her back and neck. He seemed to waiver slightly over something in his head, but whatever it was cleared quickly, as he leaned in and kissed her just below her left ear, sending a shock of sensation and stored up emotional pain running over her. She had no idea that he'd been employing an old technique of energy manipulation in order to bring about an extreme release. Suddenly unable to hold it in, she began to weep uncontrollably, hiding her face in her husband's waiting shoulder. Between sobs and vain attempts to draw the tears back in, she tried explaining that she didn't know why she was crying. Heero, for his part, just held her.

It didn't last long. The cleansing of tears is powerful and quick, and within moments Relena felt drained, unfocused and relieved. The only problem was that now she could not find the will to leave the little broom closet into which Heero had cornered her. That of course suited Heero's plan perfectly as he began to methodically unfasten her blouse and slacks. Relena only began to perk up by the time he was lifting her foot to remove the cloth pooled around her ankles.

"What are you doing?" She as easily could have asked, "What am I doing?" as he traced his hands up her inner thigh, coming to rest with one finger delicately pressed against the lightly sweat-dampened fabric of her white, cotton panties. She leaned against the cinderblock wall of the closet watching him. Heero's face had changed from business to comfort to pure sex. Relena fixed upon the parting of his lips as he stared at her, gauging his welcome. Her little, white panties became noticeably wetter. Rolling her eyes back and closing them, she let out a sigh. Could she really afford to be having a tryst in a janitor's closet while the fates of two major economies sat waiting in a restaurant down the street? His fingers were maddeningly still, waiting for her permission to move, while his lips whispered lightly in patterns across her stomach and up to the tender yearning of her breasts. When his other hand moved to pull down the strap of her bra and his warm mouth latched on to an erect and aching nipple, she simply couldn't bear it any more.

With a groan of happy defeat, she growled at him, "This had better be quick."

She saw his smirk and a nod before his face disappeared and her panties came off. He'd always loved to lick and suck and tickle her there, where no-one else had ever been. It had surprised her, even embarrassed her the first time he'd persuaded her to allow him to just look and probe and explore the place he'd entered so many times before. It had seemed odd, but she discovered that he'd learned more and more each time, with the attention and focus she loved in him, about just how to make her mind shoot rockets and her body open wide. He was just starting to make her moan when surprisingly he stopped, and slowly stood. He took one of her hands and guided it to the fly of his pants. This was something that always aroused her. The feel of his hardened sex, trapped inside fabric. She could happily drive him mad just rubbing herself against him without ever setting him free. She moaned again, her neck thrown back, with the feel of his column hot behind a thin barrier of wool.

Any obligations she had for the day, any deadlines, meetings or general duty to society that normally shrouded her mind evaporated as night fog before the blaze of the sun. Nothing was in Relena's mind now, save this. This man and his body, this moment of desire, his overwhelming desire for her that she could feel in her hand was all she knew. His mouth, tasting of her own private juice came down on hers and he groaned as she squeezed his sex, causing fluid to leak and stain his fly.

Unable to bear the torture and remembering her command that it had better be quick, Heero reached down and opened the front of his trousers, letting them fall to his ankles. Releasing himself from the confines of his briefs by hooking the band down under the stem of his throbbing sex, he positioned himself at the entrance of her body and waited for her nod.

At this point Relena was beyond nods and communication. She rammed herself down onto him and cried out with excruciating pleasure. Her back against the wall, her legs came up around him as he pumped his hips with all the power of his legs. His hands flew everywhere, first on her breasts, then to her hips, tangling upwards into her hair, then cupping the life in her pulsing neck. One hand settled on the back of her head as his mouth devoured her own, and the other came down between them first circling the base of his cock and then up to her swollen clitoris, giving extra pressure to just the right spot as his powerful thrusts filled her body with the mounting pressure of joy.

Truly, he brought her to her climax as quickly as she'd commanded. She felt herself widen in spirit, her stomach dropping and her shoulders spreading wide as the rough power of his desire rammed into her, over and over. Electric energy coursed through her body in one glorious motion, from the sensation of her scalp to the unstoppable curling of her toes, and she hoarsely moaned his name as her juices surged out in a flood of ecstasy and release.

The sound of her calling his name as she came was the ultimate arousal for Heero. Her sex clenched around him and he could feel the tide of her small ocean spreading over his thighs. With his face in her neck, and his hand now gripping her hip, his thrusts grew wild and fast. His groan began even as his last thrust entered her, and continued darkly as his seed erupted inside her. His body was cleansed of trouble as he panted and kissed her collarbone.

They stayed that way for a moment, her legs still around him until their limp bodies disengaged and she slowly brought down a socked foot to take her weight off of him.

"I love you, Relena." He kissed her chastely on the lips and gazed openly into her eyes.

"I love you too." She smiled and wondered capriciously why they were here, now in a janitor's closet in the middle of the day. It was only then that she remembered the lunch meeting she was supposed to be having. She groaned in frustration and lassitude, trying to switch gears mentally and physically to go back to work.

"Don't worry. It's only been twelve minutes since you left him at the elevator."

"You're kidding!"

Did she question the short time that had passed or the fact that he knew the exact amount? Deciding to ignore her remark, he pulled up the pants that were still at his ankles and turning to the little cement sink on the other wall, he began wetting paper towels in warm water. He returned and gently, lovingly and methodically began cleaning the sweat from her shoulders, her neck, her armpits. She allowed him to bath her this way, enjoying the childhood feeling of having someone else take control of her body. Only, his ministrations far from made her feel like a child. He swept the damp paper under her breasts and teasingly across her nipples making them both smile. He then got down to business, spreading her legs and mopping up the sticky wash of their commingled juices that had poured down her legs.

He found himself getting stiff again as he worked his way up to the private heaven between her thighs and had to mentally slap himself that playtime was over.

When most of the bodily evidence of sex at least partially was removed, she bent down and collected her clothes from the floor of the closet. The panties surely would be wet for the rest of the day, but she didn't mind. The slacks were a little dusty here and there but it all came off with a little slapping. Her bra was still partially on, hanging from one shoulder. As she fasted it, Heero fetched her blouse and then helped her to put it on. While she buttoned it, he brought her jacket and shoes down from the shelf he had put them on at the beginning.

"Heero." She said it as the opening to a question and he paused to give her his attention. "Why did you suddenly need to seduce me in a janitor's closet?" She asked him without looking at him, instead looking down as she tucked in the ends of her shirt.

"Sally told me you were exhibiting symptoms commonly caused by stress."

Relena looked up at him, one eyebrow raised.

"And?"

With a barely noticeable twinkle in his eyes, Heero calmly replied, "I thought you needed some emergency treatment."

As an added release, Relena had the pleasure of a true belly laugh at the thought of Heero planning the whole thing on the grounds of medical need.

In the end, she arrived at the restaurant seventeen minutes after the two representatives had been coaxed to sit down together at the table. The Marquis de Wayridge took the liberty of ordering a Salade Nicoise for his granddaughter, knowing at least that it was something she normally enjoyed. For his part, Mr. Liao managed to see the lunch as an opportunity to promote the leaps in development his colony's researchers had made in the development of medical micro-machines and nano-filament building materials. Wayridge was annoyed by the tall, lanky colonist's bragging and informed him that his country's wheat fields grew in the Earth's most nutritionally rich soil and that no other place on Earth or in Space had been able to breed silk spiders as prolific as those found in his region.

What began as pure animosity, was simply ripe for Relena's manipulation by the time she arrived, flushed and slightly ruffled for all her attempts at putting herself back together perfectly after the little tryst in the broom closet. Relena offered her apologies that she was late and ravenously attacked the salad that arrived just as she sat down. By the end of their lunch, the two men had an informal agreement and a schedule for four subsequent meetings with full staff in tow. Unknown to her, there is nothing so disarming to two old men as a young woman whose body is fluidly relaxed, whose eyes are bright and whose every movement connotes the freedom of repletion. Both men were entranced, by what exactly they couldn't possibly say, but Heero would have known in an instant that they were seduced by Relena just as surely as he was every time he laid eyes on her.

Listening in on the bug under her jacket lapel, he smiled at a job well done, both hers and his.