Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Love and Hate ❯ Chapter 1

The large dining room was enormous. The walls were lined with candles that released a pleasant scent as they burned. Their golden light reflected off the glass chandelier on the ceiling and the mirrors on both sides of the room. A long dark wood table covered with a spotless white tablecloth adorned the center of the room. At the head of the table sat a man dressed in the blue uniform of a general. In front of him lay the remains of what was a lavish meal. He held a glass of fine red wine in his gloved hand. He emptied the glass in one gulp and placed it on the table. It was immediately refilled by the woman standing at his side. He nodded. "Thank you Lady Une."

"Should I tell the servants to bring more wine or food Treize-sama?"

"No, this will be fine."

He raised the wine glass again and appeared to be studying the contents of the glass, but he was looking at her. The curve of the glass made the reflected image slightly distorted. It hardly matter, he knew every inch of her face. He could see the mask of cold politeness that she uses to hide her contempt for him.

She drives him insane.

She was merely a slave to him. Yet, she is the strongest and most irritating person he has ever known. She refuses to throw herself down at his feet like every other girl. Glasses hid her beautiful eyes and her long silky hair was always done up in 2 buns making her look militaristic. She did exactly as she was told. She carried out her missions and her performance on the battlefield was excellent. Her abilities made him first notice her and made him promote an enemy to be his camp-de-aide. He admired her, he hated her. He was Treize Kushrenada, there should be nothing he can not conquer. Yet, she stood there, taunting him with that stoic face and unyielding stance. She was beautiful, he longed to feel her smooth skin and stroke her silky brown hair. On some days, he would want to beat her down until she begged for mercy. Other days, he wanted to take her to bed and hear her cries of pleasure as he thrusted into her, again and again… He didn't want to break her spirit for it will destroy what he loved most about her, but he couldn't love a women that would defy him. So he kept her like a porcelain vase, untouchable, yet beautiful.

Not a even one of his thoughts showed on his face. He had long mastered the charismatic and arrogant mask that he always wears.

Lady Une shifted her feet, showing a bit of her impatience. It was almost fitting for him to dine in a room intended for a doze people. She gave him a quick glance out of the corner of her eyes. She hated him. She hated being his lapdog. She was a soldier, not a servant. The man tries in every way to disgrace her. She did everything from preparing his bath to eleiminating his enemies. But as much as she hated him, she couldn't help the way her chest tighten when ever he touches her hands or look at her with those ice blue eyes…

He finished the wine and placed the glass on the table. He grabbed her bare hand as she moved to pick up the glass. A flicker of surprise crossed her face, but it disappeared immediately. <I am her master. She will do what pleases me. > "I don't think we are quite finished here Lady." He stood and reached out to gently caress her cheek. . The touch sent electricity up his arm. She remained perfectly still, her face impassive. Her defiance only fueled a fire deep within him. <No matter how civilized men become, they still will posses their natural instincts. To survive, to kill, and to dominate. Civilization can only bury these instincts, they can never be vanquished. > A flash of anger shot through him. <How dare she defy me? She is nothing! NOTHING! > With a single burst of strength, he tore off her jacket. A sweep of his arm knocked the dishes and glasses on the table to the floor where they landed with a crash. He shoved her onto the stainless white cloth and pined her to the table. She put up no resistance. His mind checked him. This is not what he wanted. He might be able to conquer her body, but not her mind nor her heart. It would be a victory for her and a defeat for him. His honor would be in shambles. No, he wanted her to beg for his love and scream her pleasure. He smiled and looked down at her a plan forming in his mind. Her eyes were closed, evidently expecting the worst. He removed her glasses and tossed them on the floor. She jerked slightly when he gently touched his lips to her own. "I decided to let you live." He joked as his hands moved to slowly unbutton her shirt. Her eyes flashed, but she said nothing. His right hand combed through her hair pulling out the hidden pins and undoing the ribbons. Strands of brown silk spilled around her head. He sighed as he inhaled the enticing smell of roses and jasmine. His lips trailed along the edge of her jaw and down her smooth neck. He pulled her up to yank off her dress shirt. His hands went behind her back to unclasps her bra and threw the offending garment away. Une did not quite mange to stifle the quiet moan that came from her throat as Treize drew one of the pink nipples into his mouth. Her hand moved automatically to stop him, but Treize laced his fingers through hers and held them to the table. He bit down gently causing a mixture of pain and pleasure to shoot through her. She gritted her teeth as she tried to control her body's reaction to his teasing. Treize pulled off his gloves and ran his fingers lightly over her creamy skin. "Beautiful." His tongue swirled around her abdomen as he worked off her boots, pants and underwear. Her firm stomach muscles twitched beneath his touch. His stomach tightened with unexpected desire as he looked at her naked body. He slid one finger into her entrance. Her hips lifted off the table from the surprising sensation. She was wonderfully tight. Treize slipped another finger in and pushed. His other hand closed around a breast and squeezed. A moan and a gasp came from the woman beneath him. He smiled in triumph. "What's wrong Colonel? Is this game too much for you?" He didn't give her a chance to reply. He pulled her legs up to his shoulders and lowered his face between her thighs. She moaned loudly as he thrusted his tongue inside her and massaged the walls of her passage. Her mind screamed that this was all wrong. Her body told it to shut up. Treize flicked his tongue over her aching bud. She was thrown over the edge as her body strained like taut bow, her inner walls rippling in ecstasy against his tongue. She barely managed to bit back a scream as waves and waves of pleasure washed over her. Her hands clutched at the table cloth. Treize groaned softly as her moans made his blood turn into liquid fire. His body flashed with warmth that settled in his groin. Treize stood and watched as she lay there trying to catch her breath. He bent over so he could look her in the eye. "Beg for it." He said softly, nipping at her earlobe.

"Never!" She spat. Her face was flushed with anger, humiliation and… <Desire. > Treize frowned. He had always prided himself as being good with women. But for all his talent, he had gotten nothing out of her. Instead, he was almost painfully aroused and his erection pressed against the tight material of his pants. Things were not going according to plan. She was suppose to melt into a helpless puddle under his touch, not standing and glaring at him with light from the candles reflecting off her every curve. <God. > It took a great deal of effort to just retain his composure. He straightened and pulled her to her feet. "Undress me." He murmured. She stripped him of his jacket, vest and shirt, carefully folding each item and placing them on a chair. She knelt and pulled off his boots and socks. She reached out to remove his pants, the back of her hand brushing against the bulge in the material. A involuntary gasp escaped his lips. Almost curiously, and gently stroked his erection through the rough cloth. Treize groan out loud. "Get it off!" He managed to grind out as his throat closed with unexpected desire. Obediently, she pulled of his pants and boxers. His erection sprung free, the cool air feeling good against his overheated skin. She rubbed her thumb over the tip before slowly stroking his entire length. Suddenly she raked her blunt nails through the fine hair at his the hilt draining what little control he had left. <This is not part of the plan. I am the one in control here. > He grabbed her wrist jerking her almost roughly to her feet. His heart pounded wildly and it was getting hard to stand. He gently pushed her onto the table once and again and pulled himself on top of her. He parted her legs and brushed his fingers against her entrance. She was wet and ready for him. Her eyes widened when she realized what he was about to do. He positions his hips over her own and thrusted into her. Une gasped at the first shock of penetration. Pain quickly turned into pleasure as he pulled back and thrusted deeply. He chuckled as she groaned deeply her fingers and clutched his shoulders in ecstasy. He speeded up and thrusted deeper and harder. He stopped moving for a moment and tipped her chin up to face him. "Beg for it." He said softly. Her eyes were still lit by fire. But it was a different kind of fire. It was the fire of passion. Her hands moved to his back pushing him forward as her hips thrusted against him. Treize gasped in surprise. He automatically thrusted back, feeling her walls clench around him erotically. <The battle brings emotions to there peak. > Whatever plan he had flew out his head as his control snapped. With a hoarse cry, he drove himself into her again and again his passion fueled by her cries of pleasure. She screamed as she hit her climax her nails digging into his back. One final thrust sent him over the edge and he cried her name as he fell from the heights of pleasure. He rolled to the side taking her with him. They both lie still for sometime, savoring the after-warmth of their lovemaking. "Umm hmm mmm." Muttered Une after a few minutes, her words muffled against his chest.

"What?"

She raised her head. "Pick a more comfortable place to do this next time."

<Next time? > He laughed. "I guess your right." He was just starting to feel the hard edges of the table against his back. "Did I hurt you?"

"A little. But I hardly noticed. I think I did more damage to you. You are bleeding."

Treize reached back and felt the smear of blood across his back. "I didn't even feel it."

She looked at him then at herself. They were both a mess. "Do you think the servants heard anything? We were, uh, pretty loud." She said blushing slightly.

"If they did, they know better than to mention it." He yawned. "I want to get some sleep and this table is not too comfortable." He stood up and scooped her into his arms ignoring her squeal of protest. He shoved open a hidden passageway with his elbow and disappeared into the depth.

Sunlight flooded the bedroom eventually finding it's way onto the bed. Lady Une grimaced in her sleep and burrowed furthur beneath the covers. Beep Beep Beep! She sat up the with a groan and almost picked up the phone when her sleep clouded mind reminded her that she was not in her own room. She twisted around, but Treize was already up. "Treize here. What is it?"

"This is Lt. Noin. Sorry to bother you, Excellency. But Lady Une is late for the executive meeting, I was wondering if you sent her on an assignment."

Une's head snapped around to look at the clock. <10a.m! How could I have over slept so much? > Treize calmly pushed her back into bed when she tried to get up. He smiled. "Noin, you can tell Zechs to start the meeting. Lady Une and I will be busy today. We are not to be interrupted." His tone suggested a deeper meaning beneath his bland words. They was an audible gasp from the other end of the line and a voice that sounded very much like Zechs yelled. "He what?" Une opened her mouth to make some kind of denial, but Treize clapped a hand over her mouth.

"Understood sir." Stuttered Noin.

"Excellent. Good day Lt. "

He flicked the OFF switched and turned to the enraged Une. "What did you do that for?" She sputtered.

"Revenge, my dear. You made a fool of me last night." He paused slightly. "Of course it wasn't that bad. But I always get what I want."

Une smiled. "Really?"

"Yes." He kicked the sheet of the bed and pulled her towards him. "Let me demonstrate."