Rule 1

      There are rules in every relationship, certain unspoken norms you're
supposed to follow, no questions asked.
      The rules are even stricter in a relationship involving three people.
There are just some things that shouldn't happen. Especially because the
relationship between three is far less stable than a relationship between two.
      The rules of love are much like the rules of war.
      If any are broken, all chaos breaks loose.

~*~

      A.C. 202

      The cafe was busy tonight, especially for a Tuesday evening. It seemed
like people got lazier and lazier each day; no one stayed home and cooked
their own meals anymore.
      I had to smile. Hypocrite.
      Around me, weary-looking parents struggle with noisy children to eat
their greasy dinners of french fries and hamburgers, couples snuggle together
and sneak kisses and feels in dark booths, night shift workers slam back mugs
of black coffee, preparing themselves for the long night ahead. I am not
among them anymore.
      In my own booth, the remains of my so-called steak dinner are
scattered on the plate, cold and untouched for the last half hour or so.
Lazily, I trace patterns over the smooth plastic covering of my brand-new
life, my Preventer identification card. My first day is over.
      I still don't know why I decided to take the job at Preventer, after
all these years. It wasn't as if I had a reason to anymore. I hadn't seen
Relena for over two years. I turn countless reasons over in my head. Maybe I
was just tired of the phone company, slaving away in a cramped cubicle at a
tiny terminal, working for minimum wage. Maybe I finally realized that Heero
Yuy could do so much better. Maybe I just wanted the money.
      Maybe... No. It wasn't her. Not anymore.
      I continued to stare down at my I.D. card, at the intricate line
pattern of the barcode that gave me access to everything I had been used to,
everything I had hoped to leave behind when the war ended. Wufei was right.
Warriors like us know no other kind of life. I couldn't even attempt one.
      Not that I wasn't happy before. That I am happy now. The phone company
wasn't really the worst job in the world and the money was enough for me to
survive. But at least now I had my own office instead of cubicle, and real
work to do. Yeah, piles and piles of reports and data files containing plans
for new weapons designs. I was the new secretary of war. I was at home.
      I smiled. So much for total pacifism and the elimination of all tools
of war. Relena had finally realized what so many had been trying to tell her
for years. I was proud of her.
      I'm happy. After so many years of not knowing what I wanted, of being
alone, of living only because I hadn't died yet, I was happy.
      I had her, after all.
      I watched her move from table to table, taking orders and delivering
trays with that sweet, genuine smile I remembered her having from the day I
first met her. She was wearing an impossibly short, tight red dress and
knee-length, high-heeled black boots that I couldn't imagine anyone standing
in, much less walking around in, but she managed to move with a certain
grace, not looking trashy like the other waitresses seemed to look. She
looked good doing this. She had cut her hair again, so it stopped above her
shoulders instead of falling past them, her bangs spiky. She was absolutely
beautiful.
      I loved her.
      "Hey! How's it goin', Mr. Preventer?" A tall, slender figure dressed
in tight black pants and a blue work-shirt, rolled up at the sleeves, dropped
into the seat beside me, slinging a long, muscled arm around my shoulders.
Duo.
      "Congratulations on the new job!" he continued, pulling me close in a
hug. I shrugged him off. He just grinned. Baka.
      Duo turned his attention to the I.D. card in my hand and his
blue-violet eyes lit up underneath his old black ball cap. "Ooohhh, is this
it? Is this the key to the universe? Lemme see it!" He grabbed it out of my
hands before I could stop him, running his fingers over it as if it were some
precious object.
      "Hey, this is pretty nifty! Looks like a secret agent card!" Duo
laughed and brought it closer to his face, squinting his eyes to look at the
picture. "Not bad, Heero. Did I ever tell you how photogenic you are?" He
tossed the card back to me and wrapped his arm around my shoulders again. One
hand rested casually on my knee, his long fingers lazily stroking my thigh,
moving slowly upwards. I tried to ignore it.
      Duo moved his mouth next to my ear. "And did I ever tell you how
fucking sexy you look in that uniform?" He grinned wickedly and licked my
ear, seductively.
Sarcastic bastard. He probably meant it. "I think this calls for a
celebration. But we're missing somebody." He moved away from me, back to
being friends again.
      She finally walked over to my table. I knew she had seen me come in.
We had shared a quick glance before I sat down and she continued taking
orders. She was still playing the secretive game.
      "Hey there. Are you starting without me?" Hilde looked over at me and
smiled. "Congratulations, Heero."
      "Hey, you, come here!" Duo reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling
her down and into his lap. "Don't you even say hello to your man?"
      Hilde giggled. "Oh, yeah, I almost forgot. Hi, Duo." She winked at me.
I let a small smile play across my lips.
      "So that's how it's gonna be, huh?" He grinned and they kissed,
passionately. I watched their tongues battle, Duo dominating. Those big,
surprisingly graceful hands of his roamed up and down her body, lingering on
her ass. I watched as his fingers slowly walked their way down to the hem of
her dress, lifting it up, carefully, so she wouldn't notice. She was wearing
a black lace thong. They kept kissing.
      One hand caressed the smooth, exposed flesh of her ass while Duo's
nimble fingers found their way past the thong to her clit and into her
entrance. She noticed then.
      "Du-o!" Hilde shrieked and pulled away from him, taking the cap off
his head. She laughed and hit him over the head with it. He whimpered and
gave her his best innocent expression. "I'm on /duty/!"
      A sly grin suddenly spread across Duo's face. "Yeah, I know, babe. On
duty." He grinned at me and pulled her back down onto his lap, onto his hand.
He began to diddle her clit again. Hilde relaxed against him and moaned
softly. Her hips started to work against him, falling into the same rhythm as
his fingers. "You're on duty for /me/, Hilde. Don't you ever forget that."
His voice was a whisper, almost sinister. I felt myself harden in the
confining black pants of my Preventer uniform.
      "Mmm... Duo..." Hilde buried her face in his neck, raining soft kisses
on the flesh there, muffling her moans against him. I watched. I knew she
still loved him.
      But she loved me as well.
      A small, delicate hand found its way to mine, fingers lacing through
mine. Hilde.
      "Heero."
      I didn't need an approval. I moved closer to them and kissed her.
Finally. Her lips were soft against mine, her tongue demanding. She groaned
through our kiss, her body still rocking against Duo's intrusive hand.
      I kissed her harder, with almost bruising force. Desperate. Starting
with Preventer had kept me away from her. Whether I wanted to admit it or
not, it was killing me.
      Killing me.
      I pressed against her, making sure she felt my hardness, my ache. I
wanted a release. It didn't matter to me that we were in the middle of a
restaurant, among families. Hilde was supposed to be working. It didn't
matter to any of us.
      I rubbed my clothed shaft against Hilde's bare thigh. If I rubbed hard
enough, the friction would make me cum. Her steady pumping against Duo was
already starting to work on me. I joined her.
      I watched Duo's fingers slipping in and out of her tight, wet channel.
He was good at this. I let my eyes travel up from his hand to his face. His
long, messy bangs were in his face, partially covering his eyes, dark violet
with lust. His jaw was set, but a small, sexy smile curved his lips as he
watched his girlfriend, biting down on her lower lip to keep from voicing her
pleasure. She played with his long chestnut braid, caressing his face with
the soft end of it. Her other hand held mine tight. I kissed her again. Duo
smiled, then broke our kiss to kiss me.
      We stayed this way, pumping against one another, kissing each other to
silence cries and moans, until Hilde finally came. She grunted against my
mouth, her body shuddering violently. Duo ended it, pulling his fingers out,
pushing me away from Hilde. She laid against him, eyes closed, sweaty and
flushed, still shivering from her orgasm. I reluctantly stopped. I had been
so close to cumming.
      Damn.
      Duo caressed Hilde and licked the sweet icing of cum off his fingers.
He held out his hand, offering the last finger to me. I took it greedily,
licking it all off like a man starved. He smiled at me.
      "I'm sorry, Heero," he said, gently lifting Hilde and setting her down
on the seat. He stood up and jammed his cap back on his head. "Can't stay.
But I promise you a celebration on that new job, 'kay?" He grinned at me.
Bastard.
      Duo leaned down and raised Hilde's chin with his knuckles. She only
stared up at him, dreamily. I was jealous.
      "See you at the house, babe."
      "Uh-huh."
      They kissed. Duo left.
      Hilde gazed after him, sighing.
      "You're still in love with him."
      She looked at me as if she had just realized I was there.
      I was almost angry. Almost.
      "Of course I love Duo. I'll always love Duo," she said, standing up.
She walked over to my side of the seat and sat down on my lap. "But I love
you, too, Heero. I meant it when I said it. Why do you think I still come
over, when Duo's not around?" She smiled.
      I couldn't be upset.
      "Threesome." Fucking threesome. It was all I could say.
      Hilde smiled again. "I better get back to work. Congratulations again,
though. And I promise you our /own/ celebration soon." She winked and walked
off.
      It was a threesome. We were sharing each other. Hilde wasn't just
mine, she was Duo's, too. She was Duo's first. She's mine now. I love her.
It's still a threesome.
      Rule number one.
      Never fall in love.


Rule 2

      A.C. 202

      My second day with Preventer came and went without any major problems,
although the work was much more than I had been used to in a long time. The
folders of reports and records on my desk piled up into two leaning stacks
that threatened to fall over at any minute, and I was so busy taking calls
and listening to fresh-faced young recruits give demonstrations that the
stacks only grew higher, and I didn't get the chance to work on any of them.
I was beginning to think I had walked into some kind of trap by taking this
job, that the only reason they wanted me was so that I could do all the work
they didn't want to do.
      But still, I had my own office. That was enough.
      And I hadn't seen any sign of her at all. I knew I would soon enough,
but for now I was glad. She was away, at a summit in Prague. She would be
back in a few days.
      I didn't think I could face her, after walking out on her that night,
after these past two years without so much as giving her a call. She was most
likely still pissed at me and I wasn't about to get involved. I had a new
life. My name was still Heero Yuy but inside I wasn't the same person I had
been. The person who fiercely loved and protected Relena Darlian.
      Yes, I think I did love her.
      But that was a long time ago.
      I left my office at 5:00. I decided to walk home today instead of
taking the bus as usual. It was balmy, almost springlike, and I needed to
think. There was hardly anyone on the streets. I was glad.
      I kept going over what had happened last night at the cafe in my mind,
the look in Hilde's eyes as she gazed at Duo, plunging his fingers in and out
of her, that sexy, self-assured half-smile on his face. How she had hardly
even given me the time of day, except for holding my hand. How Duo possessed
her. How I wanted to possess her.
      How I /would/ possess her. Fuck the threesome.
      I entered my building, walked upstairs and down the hall. Swiped my
card, punched in the code, unlocked the door. It was all the same.
      I knew she was there from the moment I stepped inside.
      I took off the jacket of my uniform, leaving on the plain white tee
shirt underneath. The shower was going in the bathroom. I walked to my
bedroom and laid on the bed. I waited.
      The shower stopped.
      I waited.
      Hilde finally stepped into the room, wrapped in a green towel. Her
hair was soaking wet, she hadn't dried it yet. It stuck in long, blue-black
strands to her face, to her back. She smoothed her bangs back with one hand
and stared at me.
      I didn't say anything. I got up and walked over to her, caressed her
face with the back of my hand. She caught her bottom lip between her teeth.
She was trembling under my touch. Cold.
      I moved my hand down, slowly, to where the towel was carefully tucked,
holding it on her body. I undid it with one finger, easily. It slipped off,
falling to the floor. She didn't protest, didn't move. She only stared at me,
still trembling. Her body glistened with droplets of water she had forgotten
to dry off. I watched one trail down her neck, all the way down, stopping
when it reached her left breast, hanging off the hard pink nipple.
      I got down on my knees, on the floor. I still didn't say a word. I
brought my face to her breast, touched my tongue to the nipple, catching the
water drop in my mouth. Hilde moaned softly and I felt her fingers tangle in
my hair, bringing me closer to her. I opened my mouth and claimed her entire
breast, sucking and stimulating the nipple with my teeth until she was almost
painfully aroused.
      I moved my mouth down further, dragging my tongue across the plain of
smooth ivory flesh that was her stomach, down to the heat of her center. I
teased the outer lips with my tongue, nudging her with my nose. She giggled a
little and groaned, tightening her grip on my hair. She finally lost patience
with my teasing and pushed my face against her, hard, inside her. I had won
this time.
      I feasted on Hilde wildly, ravenously, like an animal. She squirmed
against me and ground her hips into my face, scraping her clit against the
edges of my teeth. She finally came after my tongue entered her channel,
screaming her pleasure into the emptiness of my room, filling my mouth with
her sweetness. I drank of her, satiated.
      Hilde pulled me away from her and gazed down at me. Her eyes were
dark. She was wearing the look Duo had had at the cafe last night when he
forced her down, onto his hand. She pushed me down. I was laying on the floor
now. Then she came at me.
      Delicate hands tore away at my clothes, fingernails scraping against
my skin. Urgent. She kissed me and her kiss was harsh, her tongue demanding.
I was hard. I felt one of her hands slip down to caress herself, rubbing up
and down. She brushed my cock on the down stroke and I thought I would die. I
pulled her hand away.
      Hilde broke the kiss, wiping the saliva trail off of her lips. She
smiled and placed her hands on my chest, palms down. I only stared back at
her. Her hips lifted slightly, taking her warmth away, and then suddenly she
was back, slamming herself down on my hard shaft. I cried out. She smiled
again and started to ride me, harder than she ever had before, up and down,
her walls tightening around my cock, pushing me further and further inside of
her.
      We fucked until we were both flushed and breathless, our bodies
sliding against each other, soaked with sweat and our mingled cum. Hilde came
one last time, crying my name, before she collapsed on top of me, breathing
hard and kissing my chest softly. I held her close to me. We hadn't spoken a
word to each other.
      Hilde moved her lips up to kiss me. She was tender this time.
      "Heero." A whisper against my lips. I groaned. I was still inside her.
We kissed again. I ran my hands up and down her back, letting my fingers
slide through her hair, playing with it. She had such beautiful hair.
      "Heero." Hilde broke the kiss and stared down at me, her blue eyes
clear. Love. She loved me.
      "I love you." I didn't recognize my own voice. It was husky and silky
at the same time. Sexy. It made her smile.
      "Hilde..."
      She brought one slim finger to my lips and shook her head. "Don't say
anything." She kissed me. "Don't say anything at all." Another kiss.
      Hilde smiled.
      We fucked again. She went home to Duo that night. Not a word was
spoken.
      He called me later.
    "Heero, how about that celebration?" His voice was sultry.
    "When?" I played by the rules.
    "Tomorrow. Without Hilde."
    I pretended not to notice. "Sure."
    "She's been having way too much fun with you. And even though we're
sharing her, she's still /mine/." He laughed then. "You know that, right?"
    "Right."
    "But we haven't really had /our/ fun, have we, Heero? That's why I want
tomorrow."
    "Fine."
    I could almost hear him smile. "You know, this secret game is fun! You
and Hilde, now me and you... Don't worry, she didn't tell me about this
afternoon, I saw her go into your apartment. You two sure fuck a lot! God, I
hope it isn't love!" Sarcastic.
    "I'll meet you tomorrow." I was starting to lose my patience.
    Duo continued. "Hey, this was supposed to be a three-way thing, buddy!
It seems like you and my Hilde are getting all the action and I'm out in the
cold. So I want mine now. Without her knowing." His voice lowered, darkened.
"And after that, we'll let Hilde decide if this thing is really gonna work
out."
    "Fine." I was ready.
    Fuck the threesome.
    It couldn't work now. Too many secrets.
    Add one more secret to the list. Me and Duo.
    Rule number two.
    Never keep secrets.

Rule 3

       I finally saw her. She was back sooner than anyone had expected. Relena.
       I almost made a fool of myself, carrying a stack of revised plans for the new aircraft hangar back to my office, the papers piled so high I could just barely see over them.
       I hit a soft barrier.
       "Excuse me!" The female voice was harsher and deeper than I remembered it. But familiar.
       "Pardon, miss," I mumbled. I tried to keep walking but she stopped me, gripping my shoulder firmly with one slim hand.
       I looked at her. She was taller. Maybe it was the black, four-inch stilletto heels she was wearing. Her hair was still long, cascading to the middle of her back in a tumble of loose curls. The black dress she wore hugged her body in all the right places, the skirt exposing a full inch of creamy thigh.
       Relena. She was so different.
       Her aquamarine eyes softened as she recognized me, and her hand fell away from my shoulder.
       "Heero."
       I nodded and quickly moved on my way, leaving her standing in the hall, confused.
       Leaving her again.
       I wasn't involved.
       I saw her again before I left for the day, just before turning a corner to walk to the stairs. She was walking with Noin and Miss Une, her two best friends now, discussing something obviously important because she never looked my way.
       I took the elevator instead.
       Half an hour before my meeting with Duo.
       I needed to walk again. To think.
       It would probably all end here, today. For some reason, I didn't want it to.
       Lost. Heero Yuy was lost.
       All I needed, all I really wanted, was Hilde. I was prepared to fight for her, I knew I was going to have to. But something in me needed Duo as well. Needed his slender, young body, taut with muscles, tanned from working out in the sun at the scrap yard. Needed his touch; those large, elegant hands that knew how to work their dirty magic on me.
       I needed them both. I wanted them both.
       Maybe today would help me make up my mind. And then Hilde would make her decision.
       I finally made it to the scrap yard, just past 6:00. The sun dipped low behind the trees, casting a purple-orange glow over everything. Hilde was working tonight.
       I entered through the front gate, passing under the huge piece of clumsily cut wood that doubled for a sign nailed to the top of the gate.
       "Maxwell Scrap and Salvage," it read in bright blue paint.
       I allowed myself a small smile. I remembered the day the yard had officially been opened. Duo wanted to have a party to celebrate, the sign being the crowning glory. I went only because I was invited. It wouldn't have been polite if I hadn't went. We were all there, all five Gundam pilots, gathered together for what was really the last time we would ever be.
       The memory came back to me at that moment. It was something I had never really thought about before, but now it came to my mind fresh, with new meaning.
       I was standing alone outside the garage where everyone else was gathered, sipping a beer from a plastic cup, cursing myself for coming to that stupid party. I hadn't realized I wasn't alone.
       Hilde was perched above me on a ladder, painting the sign that Duo loved so much. She was wearing a pair of jean cut-off shorts and a loose blue tank top. Her feet were bare. Her hair was still cut short, the bangs starting to get long in the front, resembling Noin in a way. I remembered looking up at her, not really paying too much attention, although I didn't miss the flash of smooth roundedness at the bottom of her shorts whenever she reached up, or the glimpse of perky, naked breasts when she turned around, bending over to dip her brush in the can of paint beside her feet, her long bangs falling in her face, her smile mischievious, teasing.
       I felt myself harden at the memory now, a fantasy of me climbing up that ladder and fucking her madly going through my mind. I took a deep breath.
       No time for that now.
       I continued on through the yard, towards the familiar garage where I knew Duo would be waiting.
       I stepped inside.
       The garage was filled with rusty old vehicles, mobile suit parts, various household appliances, and other things I couldn't make sense of. Tools and cigarette butts littered the floor. A bottle of beer, drunk half-way, sat on the hood of a nicely restored blue automobile.
       My eyes traveled down.
       He was on the floor, on his knees, the upper part of his body hidden under the auto, his lower half sticking up. I got a good view of his small and nicely rounded rear, accentuated by the tight black pants he was wearing, before he pulled his entire body back out and turned around. A sweet, genial grin lit up his face.
       "Hey, Heero!"
       Duo pushed himself up to a sitting position and wiped the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand, pushing away his bangs. His braid was a mess and the front of his dusty blue tee shirt was soaked through.
       He looked amazing.
       I wanted him.
       "This isn't a truce, you know." His eyes were dark. "I still can't believe you and Hilde are still seeing each other alone. Without me." He pouted, then smiled. "But that'll all be fixed soon enough, won't it, buddy?"
       Duo stood up and walked over to me, leaving only inches between us. I had to look up at him a little. I didn't remember him being this tall. Or this sexy.
       I was enthralled. Heero Yuy was enthralled.
       I ached.
       I missed him. Just him.
       One hand moved up to caress my face, the cool fingers running down my cheek, stopping at my jawline. He traced it slowly then moved his hand under my chin, gripping it and lifting my face towards his.
       "Should we start the celebration, Heero?" He grinned wickedly and suddenly his mouth was on mine, his tongue forcing entry, tangling with mine. Hungry.
       I broke the kiss.
       "Hai."
       Duo grabbed the front of my uniform, forcing me down to the ground, his mouth still meshed with mine, those wonderful hands of his tearing away at my belt, my pants, my shirt. I ripped his down the middle. He laughed.
       Duo finally succeeded in divesting me of all my clothing, eagerly moving his mouth down from my lips to my chest, running his tongue over the hard nipples, across the muscles of my well-toned abdomen, making me groan in pleasure. He moved down further, ignoring my agony purposely, choosing to lick up and down my inner thighs.
       I grunted, with pleasure as much as with anger. "Baka."
       Duo smiled devilishly up at me from his position between my legs and then, finally, bent his head and delved down, taking my entire shaft into his mouth in one smooth motion. I cried out and arched my hips up, forcing myself further into his warm, wet mouth. He responded by sucking harder, the pure suction taking me to heights I had never reached before.
       After only a few moments of Duo's sucking, I came. Hard. Crying out his name. He laughed.
       I pushed him away from my cock and gripped his slender,muscular arms, pulling him easily back up onto me. We kissed, passionately. I could feel his hardness poking into my abdomen. He rubbed against me furiously as we kissed, desperate to cum. I held him down.
       Duo broke the kiss and gazed at me with that mock-hurt look he seemed to do so well. "Heero..."
       This time I smiled.
       "My turn."
       I sat up, bringing Duo to a sitting position with me, leaning my back against the side of the auto and placing him on my lap. His blue-violet eyes lit up and a slow grin spread across his face.
       He knew.
       The bunker.
       I claimed his mouth in another kiss before grabbing onto his legs, bringing them up over my shoulders. His arms wrapped instinctively around my neck.
       I looked at my lover, waited for his approval. I stroked the long chestnut hair out of his eyes, tenderly.
       Duo nodded.
       I entered him in one quick thrust, making him gasp and cry out in pleasure. His eyes squeezed shut.
       "Shit," he murmured, his voice deep and husky in my ear. I rolled my hips into his. He reciprocated the action, falling into the steady pumping rhythm we remembered so well. I slid a hand down his firm body to grip his erection, hard between us. He moaned, a deep, sexy sound. I pumped faster.
       We thrusted and fucked into each other, Duo fucking my hand, me fucking his tight, slick entrance, back and forth, increasing our tempo with our increasing moans and cries. My eyes never left his. He didn't look away or close them, just stared back at me.
       In a way, this wasm't just for our pleasure. This was war. I could see it in his eyes. We were fighting. Fighting for Hilde.
       I wasn't about to lose.
       I pushed myself into him as far as I possibly could. He cursed and screamed out my name, countering me by pushing his cock harder against my hand, up and down, making me stroke him faster.
       I was starting to lose my control. His muscles tightened around my cock, gripping me as if forcing the cum out of me. I clenched my teeth and restrained myself.
       I wasn't going to lose.
       I tightened my hand around Duo's shaft, squeezing it gently, continuing to move up and down it. He moaned and I felt him stiffen under my hand, then throb.
       "Fuck!"
       Duo came. Hard. Like I had, all over my hand, spraying onto my stomach, into the junction between our bodies. He had lost this time. I allowed myself to let go, emptying myself into him. He groaned at the warm release and the relief of his own. His body collapsed onto mine.
       I didn't say a word. Just held him. Close.
       My lover.
       I missed him.
       "So..." Duo buried his face against my chest, gasping between breaths, coming back down. He smelled like good, like sweat and the tangy spiciness of his aftershave. I laid my head against his. His hair smelled like oranges. I smiled.
       "So you won, didn't you?" he continued, allowing me to finally pull out of him.
       "Hai."
       Duo lifted his head to look at me. "I missed that."
       I stared at him. Nodded once.
       His eyes narrowed. "But like I said, this isn't over. This won't be over until Hilde decides who she's gonna stay with. But for now..." He grinned. "I'm willing to let this go. We can all stay together."
       I nodded again. Maybe I wouldn't have to make my own decision today either.
       "But I have one condition. No Hilde for you." He smiled. "Exclusively, I mean."
       I grit my teeth. That couldn't happen. It wouldn't happen. Not even Duo could change that.
       "Right."
       Rules were made to be broken.
       Duo smiled again. "Great! Then we're cool. But two more things, Heero."
       "Hm?"
       "Another celebration." His smile turned poisonous. "And a promise. About Hilde."
      "Sure."
       Rule number three.
      Never make promises you can't keep.

Rule 4

A.C. 202

       "No Hilde for you. Exclusively, I mean."
       His words continued to echo throughout my mind, even though it had been well over a week since our "meeting." I hadn't seen him or Hilde since then and whether I wanted to admit it or not, it was starting to get to me.
       I sat at my desk at Preventer Headquarters, a portfolio sent to me by Miss Une containing the logistics for her and Relena's latest defense project spread out before me. The numbers and diagrams all seemed to blur together. I couldn't concentrate. I reached for the mug of black coffee sitting precariously on the far end of my desk, at the edge. Some of it slopped over the side and spilled onto my endless pile of reports, instantly staining them.
       "Shit."
       Withdrawal.
       I needed her. Soon.
      Gomen nasai, Duo. It was a promise that was destined to be broken.
       I was interrupted by a soft knock on my door. "Come in."
      It was her. Relena.
       "I was hoping I would catch you here." She smiled as she shut the door behind her. I heard her turn the lock.
      "Is it important." I didn't ask her. I picked up the coffee-stained reports and shoved them into a drawer in my desk before she could see them. She was still in charge.
      "I don't know. Maybe." Relena walked to my desk and sat delicately on the edge, crossing her left leg over her right demurely. The short blue skirt of her suit rode up her thigh, revealing a sliver of the smooth, pale flesh peeking between the hem of her skirt and the lacy strap of her thigh-high stockings. I tried not to notice, although she made it painfully obvious. I could already feel the blood starting to rush down my body, hardening me.
      I had to fight it.
      I didn't feel anything for Relena Darlian anymore. I had Hilde.
      "How are you doing, Heero? Here with us at Preventer, I mean." Relena smiled innocently and riffled through the stack of papers still on my desk. "It looks like they have you pretty busy."
       "It's fine." I closed Miss Une's portfolio, slamming it shut almost angrily, hoping she would notice. I didn't have time to play games. "It's always busy around here, you should know."
      Relena's gaze snapped up suddenly, her aquamarine eyes narrowing. "You should watch what you say, Heero. You're a subordinate now."
      I clenched my teeth to keep from saying anything else. She had changed more than I had thought these past two years. She was no longer the quiet, easily manipulated, spoiled young girl I remembered from two years ago. Relena met my gaze now with clear, confident eyes, the tilt of her chin defiant, the tiny smile playing across her lips taunting. I watched the hem of her skirt climb higher on her thigh, exposing more of her, until I could just make out the curve of her rear and the sheer blue material of her panties.
      Relena.
      She had changed.
      I wanted her.
      "I have a meeting in half an hour." Liar.
      Baka.
       Relena uncrossed her legs and slid off the desk, turning around to face me. She placed her palms on the top of it and leaned over, bringing her face inches from mine. The white silk shirt under her blue suit jacket had three buttons undone. I kept my gaze firmly on her, ignoring the abundant cleavage there, the two tempting swells of her breasts, spilling over the top of a lacy white bra. Relena had always been extremely well-endowed. One of the things I loved about her. Such a perfect body. She smelled like lilacs.
       "What are you so afraid of, Heero?" Relena whispered, her eyes dark, hard. "I never thought the perfect soldier could be scared by a little girl. But then..." She climbed onto the desk, crawling over it, closer to me. "...I think I always scared you."
       Her movements had caused the bra to slip down; one pert, pink nipple poked over the top of it. One thick strand of her long, honeyed hair fell over her shoulder, the end brushing the top of the desk. The scent of lilacs was overpowering.
      My lower body ached.
       Damn her.
       I reached out then and touched her face, caressing her skin, letting my hand travel up to run my fingers through her hair. Relena closed her eyes and sighed softly. She trembled slightly under my touch. I let myself smile.
       So I still had power over her.
       I grabbed a fistful of golden hair and pulled on it. Hard. She opened her eyes, staring at me, confused and angry. I stood up then, still gripping her hair tightly in my hand, and pulled her off the desk and into my arms, crushing her against me. I pressed into her, letting her feel my erection. She smiled; predatory, satisfied.
       Hilde.
       I didn't really want this.
       I felt Relena's hand slide down her body between us, lifting the short skirt. She began to gently rock her hand against her center. Touching herself.
      She knew I had always loved to watch her do this.
       "Heero..." She groaned my name sexily, the groan turning into a sigh of pleasure as she worked her hand up and down, bringing herself to orgasm. She kept repeating my name, a mantra.
       I could only hold her and watch her, the tight black pants of my uniform becoming more and more confining.
      No.
       I didn't really want this.
       But I didn't care.
       I tightened my hold on Relena's hair and pulled it, tilting her head back. She stared up at me lazily, sex already clouding her eyes, the smile still on her face. Her movements didn't cease; her soft, full breasts rubbed up and down against my chest, mimicking the slow fucking of her hand.
       She pissed me off.
       I wanted her.
       I lost control.
       My mouth closed over hers in an angry kiss, thrusting my tongue past her lips, into her mouth. She matched my force with her own, her kiss demanding, asking me questions she hadn't yet voiced, but that I knew she had wanted to: Why did I leave her? Why did I walk away? Why didn't I try to contact her sometime during these past two years? Relena's hands tore at my uniform; ripping the buttons from the jacket, breaking the zipper on the pants, her long, perfectly manicured fingernails digging into my erection as her hand closed over it, stroking it wildly, adding punctuation the to the silent questions her kiss demanded of me.
       I had an answer for her.
       I broke the kiss abruptly, pushing her away from me. I ripped her jacket and shirt from her body easily, tossing them carelessly into a corner. She instinctively reached behind her and unsnapped the confining bra, finally freeing her breasts. I grabbed her wrist and pulled her close to me again, dripping venomous, biting kisses down her neck, fondling her breasts, which fit perfectly now in my large hands. She moaned happily and laced her fingers through my hair, holding me against her.
       I was still amazed at the perfection of Relena; not just her body, but her abilities as the Vice Foreign Minister and indirectly named queen of the world. She was strong and exquisitely beautiful. Perfect. And she loved me.
       I hated her.
       I tore my hands from her body and pushed her away again, slamming her down onto my desk, knocking some of the unfinished reports to the floor, hiking her skirt up above her hips and yanking her panties down. Relena's giggle told me she had expected this; she braced herself against the desk, leaning on it with her palms flat, spreading her legs apart, awaiting my entrance. She turned her head to look at me, long blonde strands hanging across her face, obscuring the view of her eyes, smiling at me. Hot, flushed. Beautiful.
       I hated her even more.
       She possessed me.
       Hilde. Gomen nasai.
       I didn't give her any time to react. In one violent thrust, I plunged my shaft into her tight, slick channel, reaching around her to grasp her breasts, squeezing them until she cried out in both pain and pleasure. I slammed into her, over and over again; hating her, loving her. Relena allowed me to violate her, her screams and groans conveying her pleasure. She muttered curses and smutty, dirty things as I fucked her, asking me if I liked it, if I missed it. I thrusted harder, faster, sliding my other hand down her waist to her back passage, pushing three fingers inside of her.
       "Oh, God, fuck! Heero!"
       She had changed so much.
      I loved it.
       I established a hard, driving rhythm, in and out, both with my cock and my fingers. Relena was stubborn. I could feel her start to tremble with an oncoming orgasm, but she would fight it, letting me fuck her until my cock was rubbed almost raw and my fingers were cramped.
       Damn her.
      I pounded into her one last time, the head of my cock pushing past her, hitting her sensitive, sticky clit. I finally drove Relena Darlian over the edge.
       "HEERO!"
       She came hard, covering my shaft in her honey, her body convulsing violently. I let go immediately after her, emptying myself into her, all over us, allowing myself only a loud grunt of pleasure and immense satisfaction. I stayed inside her for a moment afterwards, loving the feel of her, letting my breathing slow, my body return to normal.
       Hilde.
       I pulled out of Relena, turning her over to face me. She laid back on the desk, breathing hard, staring up at me with that lazy, arrogant smile. Sweat poured down my body. Relena sat up and caught one droplet trickling down my chest on her tongue, dragging it up, over the hard pectoral muscles, circling around my nipples. I closed my eyes and sighed heavily.
       Hilde.
       Baka.
       I pushed Relena back down onto the desk and reached for my uniform. She tugged her skirt back down and picked up her bra from the floor.
       It was understood.
      Sex was all it was, even for her, now.
       "You better get out of here." I helped her hook her bra back on, gently pushing the damp golden hair over her shoulder so I could see. "Vice Foreign Minister is an important job."
      Relena turned around, smoothing a strand of hair behind her ear. "I want to see you again, Hee-kun."
      She wanted more.
      "Hai."
      I wanted more, too.
       I zipped up the pants to my uniform as best I could with the broken zipper, leaving my tank top underneath slightly untucked. Relena finished buttoning her shirt and slipped on her jacket. She smiled innocently before unlocking the door to my office and leaving.
       She had won.
       I surrendered.
       Hilde. Gomen nasai.

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