Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Not The Child You Knew ❯ Not The Child You Knew ( Chapter 1 )

Not The Child You Knew

By Sultrysiren

Milliardo let himself into his quarters, exhausted beyond belief. Slowly he peeled off each layer of clothing as he walked to the bedroom, dropping them all into the hamper. He then climbed into bed, but couldn't fall asleep. Every time he closed his eyes, his thoughts wandered, to Heero partly, but it was more than that. He had tried to outrun his demons, but that hadn't worked. So now he was going to try and rid himself of them once and for all. But would it work, was the question.

He groaned and sat up, frustrated, as the door dinged. Milliardo opened a drawer and pulled on a pair of gray silk boxers and put his robe on over that. Now that he was somewhat dressed, he went into the main room to see who could be disturbing him now.

Milliardo input the code to unlock the door, and it slid to the side, revealing Dorothy.

"What do you want, Dorothy?" Milliardo asked blandly.

"Why, to see you, Mr. Milliardo," she replied. "You seemed upset earlier, so I came by to see if you were okay." She peeked around his shoulder. "May I come in?"

"I was trying to get some rest before tomorrow."

"Oh, I see. Well, then I'll be seeing you tomorrow. Sweet dreams, Mr. Milliardo." Dorothy nodded at him and walked away, causing the door to slide shut once more.

He nodded and activated the code to lock the door once more. After all, he didn't know his fellow White Fang members very well, and Milliardo was not exactly a trusting man anyways. Plus, he didn't know how to feel about Dorothy, now that she was here. True, they had grown up together, but that had been years ago, and she was a different woman now, just as he was a different man.

Milliardo shook his head and he sighed, running his hands through his hair. "I really need to sleep."

Dorothy giggled as she walked back to Milliardo's door. Several hours had passed, and she figured that he was fast asleep by now. Dorothy grinned at that thought. "What a surprise this shall be, Mr. Milliardo. I guarantee it will take your mind off the current situation."

Dorothy quickly typed in the code that allowed her access to Milliardo's room, and made her way across the darkened room to where the bedroom was. The door slid to one side, and she walked in as if she knew where everything was. She did, in fact. Dorothy had lost count of the number of times she had come into Milliardo's room, when he was not here.

She walked over to where he was lying down, deep asleep. Her lips curled up in a smile, and her tongue shot out, moistening her lips. Milliardo looked so scrumptious lying there, sleeping soundly. Dorothy had been tempted to slip him some knockout pills, but she wanted him to awaken eventually. She wanted him to touch her, to hold her in his hands as she worked her magic. Slowly, Dorothy peeled the robe from her body, exposing a black lace teddy with thigh high stockings. She ran her hands down the front of her body once, still smiling, and crawled onto the bed next to Milliardo.

Dorothy spooned Milliardo, reaching down to cup his groin as she did so. "Having a nice dream, Mr. Milliardo?" she whispered as she cupped his erection through his boxers. "This makes it so much easier on me, you know." Dorothy slid her hand back up, just far enough to slid her hand down the front of his boxers and once again gripped him, reveling in the slight moan it brought from him. Slowly, she began to pump him, enjoying the way Milliardo tossed and moaned, still sleeping.

After a few moments, Dorothy leaned down and licked one of Milliardo's exposed nipples before blowing on it gently. Milliardo tossed his head to one side, moaning again, but didn't wake up. Dorothy grinned again and began to kiss her way down Milliardo's chest, pushing his boxers down as she did so. As she lie there on the bed, body half hanging off, Dorothy licked her lips as she drew even with his sex. Dorothy then gave him one last pump and took as much of him into her mouth as she could.

Milliardo awoke with a gasp, involuntarily thrusting his hips as he struggled to make out what was going on. The light filtered in through the open doorway only illuminated long locks of pale blond hair, spread out over him, bobbing up and down.

"Dorothy?" Milliardo grunted out, eyes fluttering in passion. He growled as he spoke, turning on the bedside light. Dorothy looked up at him, releasing him from her mouth as he reached down and grabbed her upper arms. Before she could reply, Milliardo picked her up as if she weighed nothing and flung her off of him. She landed by the bed with a thump.

Dorothy wiped some spit from the corner of her mouth as she gazed up at Milliardo, who looked pissed and horny. "You were so stressed earlier, Mr. Milliardo, that I thought you could use a little pick me up."

Milliardo shook his head, groaning. He wanted her to climb back into bed and let her finish, but it didn't change the fact that she had somehow gotten into his quarters without him knowing. "I don't need anything. Get the hell out."

Dorothy stood up, running her hands down the front of her body, gloating mentally as his eyes followed the path her hands took. "Surely, you couldn't be kicking me out, not before I get a chance to finish."

Milliardo snarled, frustrated in so many ways, and threw on his boxers and robe, trying to ignore his painful erection. As he did so, he triggered the intercom.

"Quinze, send two men to my quarters to detain Dorothy."

"May I ask why, Mr. Milliardo?"

"No, you may not ask why. Just do it," Milliardo snapped. His eyes slid to Dorothy, who looked shocked, and he threw her his robe. "Put this on," he spat at her, eyes blazing with fury.

"But Mr. Milliardo…"

Milliardo faced her, silencing Dorothy's protests. "If you don't want to wear it, fine. Just don't blame me if things get out of hand."

Dorothy looked down. "I have my own robe, Mr. Milliardo." Her voice was quiet, her body language that of one defeated. Milliardo didn't trust her; he knew she had to have something up her sleeve.

"Then put it on." A knock sounded at the door. Milliardo stood, stalking past her to open it. He came back a moment later with two armed men. She had put her own robe back on. "Take her to her quarters, lock the door, and stay there. I'll send two more men in four hours to relieve you." Milliardo glared at Dorothy one last time and turned his back to her. "Once this is over, I don't want to ever see you again, Dorothy, childhood be damned."

As the guards escorted Dorothy back to her room, she thought. Things did not work out the way she wanted them to, but she was not surprised at his reaction. Though the childhood part hurt her, deeply. They had been close all those years ago, but now they were not. She had hoped that the knowledge they used to play together would be enough for him to accept her into his arms, but apparently it wasn't. This was far from over, however. Dorothy vowed to herself to have Milliardo by the time this war was over. And wars were her specialty. It was just a matter of manipulating the right players.

Milliardo tried to go back to sleep, but he couldn't. All he could think about now was Dorothy; the way she had looked in the black lace teddy with her blond hair spilling around her, the way her mouth felt as she worked him. It made his erection ache. He could go back to the bridge, but he didn't want to, not in his… state. Milliardo growled and rolled over to his side, but that didn't help things any. He sighed and rolled back over to his back. He couldn't sleep, and he couldn't go to the bridge. That left him one option. With sudden resolve, he threw his legs over the side of the bed and stood, dressing quickly. Once he was dressed, he peeked out the doorway, looking both ways down the hall. Satisfied that no one was watching, he left and made his way to a certain person's quarters.

The guards looked up as Milliardo came down the hall, slightly surprised to see him. Milliardo stopped in front of the door, glaring at both the guards. "I'll take over for awhile." They both nodded, confused, and left. Milliardo input the code to unlock the door and stepped in, locking the door behind him.

Milliardo made his way into the bedroom, since Dorothy was not in the front room, and shut that door behind him as well. Dorothy looked up, surprise written all over her face. "Mr. Milliardo…"

Milliardo threw Dorothy to the bed, glad to see that she was just wearing a simple nightgown with nothing underneath. Milliardo undid his pants and positioned himself between her legs, not caring if she was ready for him or not. All that mattered to him at that moment was to slake the burning need she had awakened deep within him.

Dorothy didn't stop him, just laid there as he knelt between her legs and undid his pants. She knew it would hurt, but this was basically what she wanted. Dorothy figured she would have time later for something more… enjoyable. So she braced herself for pain as Milliardo thrust into her roughly.

Milliardo grunted as he sheathed himself inside her. She was tight, yes, but she was still wet from earlier. He leaned on top of her, resting his weight on his elbows, and began to thrust into her hard and fast. For the first few thrusts, Dorothy made slight whimpering noises as if in pain, but he didn't care then. As he continued to thrust, thought, he sounds changed to those of pleasure, and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, bringing him down on top of her.

Milliardo grunted and started suckling on the smooth column of her neck, nipping and biting lightly. Dorothy shuddered under him as he did, raking his back with her nails as she came, whimpering his name. Milliardo slowed down his pace, waiting a few moments before starting up again. Dorothy rocked her hips up to meet his thrusts, digging her heels into his hips for better leverage. Milliardo once again set up a hard, fast pace, the sound of flesh hitting flesh and their occasional moan the only sounds in the room.

Milliardo was in heaven. Dorothy knew just how to move to make it feel so much better. He soared up higher, wanting more, as she gave him what he needed the most. Milliardo slammed into her one last time and came, triggering her orgasm as well. Dorothy shook underneath him as her nails once again dug in. She would have drawn blood if not for the shirt between her nails and his flesh.

Spent, Milliardo rolled to one side, panting, as Dorothy curled up on his chest, panting as well. Milliardo stroked her hair as he regained his breath. "Shit!"

"What's wrong, Mr. Milliardo?"

Milliardo shot up, looking at her as a look of horror spread across his face. "Dorothy, I… I raped you."

Dorothy shook her head. "First of all, I was the one to rape you, not the other way around. Second of all, I wanted you. I just wasn't expecting you at that moment."

Milliardo shook his head. "I'm sorry."

"Mr. Milliardo, don't be." Dorothy sat up and crawled towards him. "I wanted this."

Milliardo sighed and lay back down, holding his arms out to Dorothy. "Come here, Dorothy."

Dorothy obeyed, lying down in the circle of his arms. Milliardo pulled her close, stroking her hair and breathing in her scent. Dorothy molded herself to his body, sighing. She had wanted sex; cuddling she did not expect from him. But it felt so nice, so right to lie down in his arms and be held. A question suddenly hit her, and she tilted her head to look at him.

"What about that woman? Noin."

Milliardo chuckled. "Noin is not here, you are. Why the question? It is unlike you to feel threatened by another woman."

Dorothy smiled, resting her head on Milliardo's shoulder. "I was just wondering."

"Well, look at it this way. I am with you, and, at least right now, this is where I want to stay."

Dorothy smiled. This was more than she had ever hoped for. She wasn't in love with Milliardo, and she was pretty sure that he didn't love her, but it still felt right to be with him. Dorothy broke away from Milliardo just long enough to turn out the light, and went back to him, knowing that he would be there when she woke up in the morning.