Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ SilenceEvilStroke ❯ Silence ( Chapter 1 )

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

Sarah McLachlan or Delerium or the song, Silence does not belong to me in any way shape or form. I've no association to them whatsoever.

Okay this fic was inspired by a 1xR dj pic. More darkness, angst and of course, sex. Enjoy.

I look at the clock beside the bathroom mirror. 3: 00 a.m. I roll my neck; my body a little sore and tired, but sated nonetheless. I cover my mouth concealing a yawn and as I reopen my eyes, I notice the nightshirt I'm wearing has slipped off my shoulder. I become entranced noticing the reddened bite marks, the bruises and the like, that peek out from under the white satin material. I smooth my hair to my opposite shoulder lightly tracing the fresh wounds with my fingertips. I close my eyes and remember a feeling of great relief that the pain of your ministrations had instilled within my soul; freeing me, liberating me, making me feel as if I am alive and real, not merely a doll for the people of the world and its politics to play with.

"Relena."

I catch my breath, startled at your presence. You are as quiet as a jungle cat sneaking up on its prey. I turn slightly and look at you, my lips parted slightly. You look somewhat tired yourself, but still as gorgeous as hell, standing in the doorway, with your dark blue pajama shirt completely undone, exposing your well-defined chest and torso. The matching bottoms are not doing a very good job of hiding what I know is the beginnings of male sexual arousal.

"I was wondering what was keeping you so long?" You stare at me, waiting for my reply. Your cool blue eyes drilling deep into my soul with their predatory glare baring witness to my naked, vulnerable soul and the inner demons that possess it. I wonder why I take a half step back, even though I'm not afraid in the least.

"I don't know."

I see your jaw clench a little as you near me. It seems as if I am not even in my body at times, but on the outside looking at myself, at you, at us, being who we are behind closed doors. You stop two inches in front of me averting your gaze from my eyes and down to my bare shoulder.

You bring up a hand, and as did I but with your own fingertips, you trace the path of the marks. You then look back up into my eyes. "Look in the mirror Relena."

I'm confused at first and I think my eyes convey that I am because you not only repeat the order, but you gently turn my body once again to face the mirror. I see my reflection along with yours. You are smoothing away the few strands of hair that have fallen back over my exposed shoulder. You tilt your head slightly down, your sultry leer still fixed on my eyes; but only for a moment before you close them, leaning over completely. I can feel your breath and the wetness of your lips upon me. I feel the need to be freed from my repressed-self building up inside of me needing to be let out so that I may feel at peace once again.

//Give me release//

//Witness me//

//I am outside//

//Give me peace//

For many women, they would think this hell, yet, for me I think of it as heaven. Not in the sense of purity and righteous, but in the sense that gives me what I want. It eases my stress, offering excitement and fascination and the adrenaline rush of surprise and wonderment of the unknown. I flinch and gasp mildly as a small sharp pain runs through the rounded edge of my shoulder. Passion's heat runs through my body as I see you standing straight behind me again, staring at me, while out of the corner of my eye I see a new welt slowly rise where the sweet sting had been but a second ago. You place each of your hands in a vice like position on the sides of my head, so now I can see only your eyes and nose and the top part of your mouth.

"Show yourself to me."

I control the trembling in my hands as I bring them up to unbutton the front of my shirt; and your eyes, your piercing eyes still watch me. I unfasten the last button and watch as your hands smooth down the sides of my head and neck and then to my shoulders where you slip my shirt completely off, exposing my breasts and waist to the mirror entirely. I lower my gaze.

"Look at your body Relena."

I do not comply right away.

"Don't make me repeat myself."

I look up immediately to view my upper body and I examine my skin. There are marks everywhere. Old marks so faded you can hardly see them blend in with the new ones made from tonight and the night before and the night before that. Marks from the countless nights when I have submitted my body to be ravaged and abused by you and the devils that live deep within your soul. Never do you place them anywhere above my neck or below my thighs for they are to be seen by my eyes and yours alone. You call them my love brands, reminders to me of who I belong to, who is my master, who is my sole lover and protector.

Your hands curl around my waist and move up my body until they are cupping my breasts. My nipples play peek-a-boo between your fingers and I feel the wetness in my loins accumulate. You kiss my other shoulder and nip me again as your fingers continue to knead my breasts. I catch a sound in the back of my throat wondering when I had become so addicted to the pain. You thrust your erect sex into the small of my back; your own wetness has seeped through the silk material of your pajama bottoms.

For a second I wonder how abnormal this all is, but then, my logic escapes me and my body takes over, persuading my mind, making me believe this is what I need to be made to feel out of control. For every day for hours on end at times, I must be in control of my thoughts, my emotions and my desires. Such restraint has led to suppression of my inner voice, the voice that wishes to scream and curse and tell the world to go to hell. This is the only way to purge my intense anger and hate, so that I am refreshed and at ease to fight for peace another day.

//Heaven holds a sense of wonder//

//And I wanted to believe//

//That I'd get caught up//

//When the rage in me subsides//

I lean forward, supporting my body with my outstretched arms and fingers that curl around the edge of the sink basin. You pick up on the sign that I have just given you and you shed your bottoms quickly, no doubt glad that I never thought of putting my panties back on.

Your hands grip my hips and you jerk them back, lifting me off of my feet causing my body to arch back violently, making it feel as if it is about to break in two. Your fingers dig into my skin so hard that I know there will be bruises as proof of your presence. I tremble lightly, wanting you so much, your passion overwhelming me so much so that I can hardly breath. The air leaves my lungs, as does a sharp hiss of intense pleasure as you savagely ram yourself inside of me. I cry out a little at the force of the impact, yet I am so familiar with such actions that my body feels no real pain, but only the quivering sensations of pleasure.

I cry out again, louder this time, as my high-pitched moan becomes repetitive. The sound to me is ridiculous but to you it must be a natural aphrodisiac as your various grunts now become repetitive as well, beating in time with your barbarous thrusts. You whisper to me in my ear that I am your beautiful girl and that you never wanted or desired anyone or anything more. And, that I must remain with you and be yours forever, for you are the only one who can love me and protect me from the danger of this world.

Suddenly, you say no more, though by your actions you don't have to. Your forceful plunges cause my breasts to bounce so hard that I feel as if they are about to detach. I bite my lip and swallow an outcry. I manage to take a deep breath right before you grab a hold of one of my breast with one of your large hands. You are squeezing and mashing it back into my body as you reposition yourself just slightly so that you have better control and easier movement. Please, Heero, possess me. Make me yours forever and take of me my body and spirit to feed your bottomless gullet of possessive love, greedy power, and wanton lust.

//Passion chokes the flower//

//Until she cries no more//

//Possessing all the beauty//

//Hungry still for more//

They say silence is golden and this proves it is true, for I don't want the sounds of the world to ruin this moment. I wish for it all to be mute, allowing us to fully get lost inside ourselves. I close my eyes and sink deeper into the quiet. It falls over me in waves of white light and allows me to imagine that we are the only two beings in the entire universe and there is no one else that can ever tear us apart. Silence brings illusion, and in illusion all that I want, can be.

//In this white wave I am sinking in this silence//

//In this white wave...in this silence...I believe//

I long for you so much Heero. All day my thoughts are filled with the anticipation of the night when I can feel your touch, whether it is gentle or whether it is harsh, I will welcome it in and allow it to devour my pain, as I know my touch devours yours.

The words have changed now and you relay to me endearments of love among other hushed and soothing words. I smile and accept them, and strangely enough they bring comfort to me even though your body is still rough and rushed towards me. You are an enigma, an eternal contradiction, continuing your soothing, gentle mantras all the while as you physically ravage me raw.

My head falls forward and I whisper your name, the feeling of the domination and power you have over me spurs my sexual gratification. I yearn for release and find I can no longer hold back. You tell me to let go and I scream. How many times, I do not know. But, my prayer has been answered and your cries join mine. Together we sing our off-keyed duet as our sexual ecstasy begins to come full circle.

I climax a half second before you do and my final scream is hoarse as it rips from my throat, leaving it stinging and sore. I then feel your seed flooding deep inside of me as you yell out loud, issuing a cry that I know comes from deep inside your soul. It is not just the cry of climax and sexual gratification but also the cry of male having subdued and conquered his female.

//I can't help longing//

//Comfort me//

//I can't hold it all in//

//If you won't let me//

I feel my arms go weak as you dislodge yourself from me. But my body does not fall forward --- as did my head --- because your arms are there, supporting me and holding me close to your warm, solid body. Yes, this is my heaven, my wondrous paradise, your arms, where I truly feel wrapped up in love and protection.

I feel so tired and peaceful and sated once again. Our demons have finally settled, at least for now, and I can't help but wonder if, one day, they will come to lie in sleep eternally. And, if that day comes will we ever wish for the days of old that are now the present? I somehow, think not.

As I begin to fall asleep, I am vaguely aware that you are cradling me against your chest and I feel as if I am floating across the room as you carry me back to our bed. You, Heero, bring me my heaven, my paradise, the only place where I feel no pressure or rage, only acceptance and calm.

//Heaven holds a sense of wonder//

//And I wanted to believe//

//that I'd get caught up//

//When the rage in me subsides//

As I fall into a deeper slumber where reality and illusion become one, I can still see your most lovely and handsome face. It is amongst the silence that once again has come to set in around us.

I hear no sound from you as you lay us down on the bed and shift us on our sides. I nuzzle my nose into your neck, curling my arms around you as you pull me tight against you, wrapping all of your limbs around my entire form.

All is quiet, now, save for the sound of your breathing and the beating of your heart. Yes, everything is shrouded in blissful silence, and on its waves I am floating free.

//In this white wave I am sinking in this silence//

//In this white wave...in this silence...I believe//

//I have seen you...in this white wave you are silent//

//You are breathing in this white wave...I am free//

TBC...