Author’s Note: Everyone, this is a one shot. No second part, just one! And guess what? I finished it! Hahahahaaaa!! I am SO happy! Well, this isn’t the real way Heero and Kirin meet and for another thing, I hate Relena so, yeah. This is pretty heterosexual stuff, no yaoi-here! Well, maybe in the next story because I know my Muse, Yume, loves that stuff and well...first time for everything, right? Well, all I can say about this story is that it’s filled with...sex. Yeah, you read right, S-E-X! Lots of it! Some may not even be original, but I hope to fix it for the next GW fic. Maybe, just maybe, the yaoi may be a bit more graphic and feature two of my Muse’s favorite coupling: Heero and Duo. We’ll have to see...but that might take a little longer so, enjoy everyone!

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“I’m sorry, Heero, but I just can’t do this anymore.”

Heero Yuy looked at his lover for the past ten years and shook his head. “Relena, what are you talking about?”

Relena Dorian, the Vice Foreign Minister of Earth, looked forlornly at her lover. “Heero. You are insensitive, crude, selfish, suicidal, and...sex with you hasn’t been fulfilling. In fact, sex hasn’t been fulfilling at all. There’s...someone else.”

Heero raised an eyebrow. “Someone else?” His eyes darkened. “Who?”

“You don’t know him. He’s an intern at the Council Hall. He’s wonderful, Heero. He’s good to me. We have normal, regular conversations and he...listens to me. He actually puts effort into making me feel good. I loved you, Heero. When we were younger but...” Relena picked up her suitcases and started for the door. “How can I love a man who threatened to kill me when we first met?”

Heero stared dumfounded as the only woman he had ever been with had walked out of his life. He couldn’t believe that after years of living together, of sleeping together, of walking up and going to sleep next to her...she had left him for another man. The bitch!

He looked around the bedroom, everything bare of anything that remotely linked Relena to him. All he saw were white walls, pristine white sheets, his closet full of green tank tops, spandex shorts, blue jeans, the occasional black suit for missions, and brown and yellow shoes. Was he finally alone? The feeling felt so alien and different, he was actually upset. Not really upset for the fact that Relena had finally left him alone, just the fact that he was...alone.

Sex with Relena really wasn’t a strong point in their relationship. Every time they got in the mood, which was only once a week, they’d hump each other for fifteen minutes then go their separate ways. As for sleeping together, Heero worked late nights and usually went to sleep just when Relena was about to wake up. The total time they were in bed together, aside from sex? Three minutes. But their home life was fine. They were both clean freaks and always got upset at one another when there was a misplaced sock or a toothbrush out of place. Otherwise...they weren’t much for lovers. And if they had gotten married...they would have both led dull lives.

Maybe it was a blessing in disguise. Maybe having her leave was for the best. She had her career, her reputation to keep Earth safe and full of pacifism. It was his job to ensure that peace and help her when the need arose. But to put them together was like putting milk in water. They just did not mix. At all. So, yeah...Relena leaving was a good thing. But for whom, he didn’t know.

It was still early morning and he had to get to work. He pulled on his usual uniform, a green tank and jeans, all those spandex shorts were courtesy of Relena, and grabbed a jean jacket. His mind already set to work, he grabbed his leather case and his car keys and walked out the door.

He walked swiftly down the hallway, on the verge of breaking out into a run. He waited by the elevator, but decided he needed the exercise. He went around the corner and down the stairs, jumping down five at a time. By the time he was outside, his leg muscles were slightly sore and there was a thin sheen of sweat over his face. He jogged outside to his black sports car and got in, throwing his case inside with enough force to break the door. When he started the car, he all but shoved the clutch out of place and jerked into traffic so haphazardly that he passed three cars in two leans with several centimeters to spare. He drove to the office, glancing down at his speedometer. He wasn’t affected by Relena leaving. No, he wasn’t. He was sure of it. But when he got to the office, there was a long police procession following him.

“Sir? Sir!” Called a senior officer. He ran up to Heero and tried to stop him, but he saw the look in the Perfect Soldier’s eyes and immediately backed away. “I’ll let you go with a warning, sir.”

Heero gave an audible ‘hn’ and stalked towards the elevators, ignoring the terrified looks of the front desk, the security, and those walking in to work. He walked to the elevator and everyone inside one of the shafts had evacuated, allowing Heero to ride up alone.

Once he entered his floor, all conversation had ceased. He knew for a fact how quickly news could travel, and quite frankly, he didn’t give a damn. He ignored the stars, the whispers, the look of sympathy on their faces and headed for Quatre’s office. When he entered, he stared when there was a brown-haired, braided man sitting in one of the chairs.

“What the fuck?” Heero snarled.

“I heard what happened, Heero.” Duo Maxwell said, standing up to cross to the Japanese man. “That’s a tough loss.”

“What exactly did you hear?” Heero growled.

“Well, I heard from a friend who heard from his friend’s sister’s cousin’s boyfriend’s mother who heard it from your landlady, who said that a young man picked up Miss Relena, who was packing major luggage, and driving off. Then she saw you, noticed the look in your eyes and speculated that Relena broke it off.”

“All that from a look?” Heero grumbled.

“Hey, no problem, right? You’re a free man!” Duo grinned. “Go out with me and the guys and we’ll take you to the best nightclubs-”

“No.”

“A gentleman’s bar?”

“No.”

“Heero, you’re a free man! You can do whatever you want now!”

“I don’t want to.”

“Come on!”

“Leave me alone.”

“It’ll be fun!”

“Go to hell.”

“I’ve been there, but come on, reconsider.”

“Are you deaf or are you brain dead? I said no!”

“Killjoy.”

Heero looked at Quatre who continued to have the sympathetic eyes. He shook his head. “I’m fine, Quatre. Just give me some work and I’ll get over it.”

Quatre shrugged. “There’s no work for now. It’s Friday, remember?”

“I got it!” Duo said, snapping his fingers. “I can get you an escort!”

“Fuck off.”

Heero stalked out of the office. “If you even think of getting me an escort, I’m going to kill you.”

Duo put a hand over his heart. Albeit, not the right hand when promising something. “Sure thing. No escort.”

When Heero left, Duo turned to Quatre. “A sex-slave isn’t the same thing as an escort, is it?”

Quatre’s eyes widened. “Don’t do it, Duo. When Heero’s like this, you know he’s serious.”

“So am I!” Duo argued. “He needs to loosen up. You can bounce a quarter off his ass since he’s so tense!”

Quatre coughed and rubbed at his eyes. “I didn’t really want to know that.”

“Sorry, Q-man, but still...I have to find someone who’ll ruffle his feathers and make him learn how to live.” Duo slapped his fist against his palm, a gesture denoting he had accepted the mission. “For his sake, he’s got to get laid the proper way. Now that’s the true way to live.”

* * *

Heero stared at a green glass bottle and wondered when the hell he started drinking. He had peace and quiet, he had his apartment back, he had his routine, his life back. Why was he so...what was the word? Unhappy? Was he ever happy before? He dumped the empty bottle into the nearest trash can and flipped through the channels. He was not like this. He did not slump over, indulge in alcohol, and sport a beer belly. What was wrong with him? He sat up, intending to clean up his act. He was a good looking man, he could get a woman if he wanted to. All he had to do was...get off his ass.

He turned, eyes narrowed when the door resounded with a knock. A part of him had wondered if Relena had come back, either to pick up something she forgot or to ask for forgiveness and move back in? He was almost giddy with the thought and sauntered to the front door, intending to act as if her leaving hadn’t affected him.

He opened the door and was immediately bombarded with a kiss. Relena was never this- wait, the woman kissing him wasn’t Relena! Relena was blonde, unless she had-

The woman pulled away, gold eyes shining with mischief. She shook her head and silver tendrils erupted over her face. She shut the door and licked her lower lip. “Hello, Master. My name is Kirin and I’ll be your sex slave for the weekend.”

“Sex-”

“Yes, please.” Kirin answered. She jumped on him, wrapping her legs around his waist and all but urging him to the couch, the bed, anywhere.

They made it to the couch where she ripped off his green tank and threw it somewhere over her head. Deft fingers made it to his pants and unzipped while her charge still had no idea what was going on. She hiked up the silver skirt she wore and gaped at the impending organ that was swelling to its full length.

“Well, I see this is very exciting for you, Master.” Kirin commented. “But I think this is better...”

She lowered herself on him, hearing him moan at the sudden warmth around his appendage. He fought to sit up, she fought to push him down. She began to ride him, so fast and furious that he didn’t realize that he was clawing at the couch cushions, groaning, encouraging her actions with the occasional jerk of his body. She shut her eyes and arched backwards, the action pushing him deeper within her.

She bit her tongue, primarily for the reason that a woman in her occupation wasn’t suppose to feel anything. It was solely for the man beneath her. She couldn’t show emotion, couldn’t show how good he felt. She was there for his pleasure and his pleasure alone. Sometimes she did slip up, but she usually caught herself before she came. But now...but now...

Heero was on the verge of orgasm. He looked up at the woman above him and found himself imagining it was Relena. Why would he imagine her when he was with this woman? He and Relena were no longer together and now this woman- what the hell was her name again? He let out a deep, throaty groan when he realized he was coming inside of the woman. He watched her thrust home those last few times and right herself, smiling down at him.

“How are you feeling?” She asked him.

Heero tried to move, but he was deliciously sated and quite immobile, considering he just had sex with a complete stranger. He did, however, sit up. “Who the hell are you?”

“I already introduced myself, Master. I’m Kirin.”

“Who sent you?”

“Well, your friend Duo.”

That made Heero struggle to move, more so to move the woman above him. “He is not my friend. He’s a goddamn idiot!”

“I think he’s very nice. He told me what happened to you and Miss Relena. My condolences. But he added that you needed to get properly laid-”

“What?”

“And said that if he had a sex slave, maybe you’d loosen up a bit.” Kirin smiled at him, then leaved over, kissing his neck, moving up and down his body in a torturous pace. “Whatever you want me to do, I’ll do it. I’m yours for this weekend.”

“I want you to get out.”

“Can’t. I’m paid in full. No refunds. So...you’re stuck with me.”

Heero tried to move, but Kirin continued sitting on top of him. “Can I get up?”

“Do you want to get up or do you want me to get you off?”

“You already did that.” Heero mumbled. “I need to use the phone.”

“Do you want me to suck your cock while you’re on the phone?” She asked. She pushed off of him, feeling bereft at the sudden freedom she had, but kneeled on the floor, sliding her hands over his organ.

“No!” Heero snapped, trying to find the phone. His hand passed over the phone base twice, only because he kept looking at Kirin whose mouth was so close to his quivering member. “Quit it.”

“What? I’m not doing anything. Yet.” She leaned her face over his crotch and licked a line from the tip of his organ to the base. She smiled when he stared at her, face full of wonderment and lust. “Did you like that?”

Heero shook his head and dialed the number for Duo out of memory. The phone picked up on the second ring. “Duo, I’m going to kill you.”

Actually, he would have said that, but Kirin took that moment to put him in her mouth. She hummed and fondled, taking as much as she could into her mouth before licking him up like the sweetest candy. Her eyes rolled upwards, looking up at Heero who flung his head back in ecstasy. She quickened the pace and felt his hands curl into her hair. He was either trying to pull her away or hold her still, so she fought the pain on her poor hair and continued her ministrations. She let her teeth graze the swollen flesh and heard Heero’s breathing deepen, meaning he was, once again, ready to climax. She gave him several deep thrusts, then a few shallow and felt the warm liquid burst in her mouth. She swallowed every drop of him then looked back at Heero. He was resting on the couch, staring over her head while the phone lay over his chest.

“Did you talk to Duo?” Kirin asked, wiping at her mouth.

“No.” Heero whispered.

Kirin stood up and smoothed over her skirt. She leaned over Heero and kissed him, thrusting her tongue into his mouth and tracing the lines of his muscles with her fingers. “I’d hate to ask, but do you have anything to eat?”

Heero sat up, shocked that she had asked him something so...civil. He looked up at her and realized she wasn’t that young or that old. “How old are you, Kirin?”

“Me, Master? I’m twenty-one.”

“Why do you do this?”

“Well, for this particular reason-”

“No.” Heero shook his head. “Why are you in this business?”

Kirin shrugged. “It pays for my apartment and my bills. I don’t expect you to understand, Master. It’s just the way my life turned out. So, do you have any food? I’m hungry.”

Heero covered himself and strolled towards the kitchen. He peered into the refrigerator and stared at the boxed lunches he often ordered from a favored Japanese restaurant. “All I have is-”

“That’ll do.” Kirin answered. She picked a white box and took a quick look around for the microwave. “This place is twice as big as my room. I can get lost in here.”

Heero took the box and opened a cupboard that held a stainless steel microwave. Kirin squealed happily and pressed numerous buttons until she was sure she had nuked the damn box. She turned to Heero who seemed to be keeping his distance.

“What, don’t you like me?” She asked, leaning on the wall.

“I just met you. You came in here and fucked me on the couch. Then you gave me a blow job when I was on the phone-”

“But didn’t you like it?”

Heero remained speechless until the microwave let out a ding and Kirin took the box out, eating the steaming contents from the box. He turned and grabbed a glass and poured her a drink. He handed it to her silently and watched her eat.

“For someone who works in this business and is paid fairly well, I assume, you sure don’t eat a lot at home.”

“Well,” Kirin swallowed and took a drink. “I’m working most of the time. When I am home, I just sleep and do all these blood tests and such so I won’t get sick. And when I finally get around to eating, I have to leave for another job. So, I decided to eat wherever I’m at.”

“No one takes care of you?”

Kirin shook her head. “Who would want to take care of a whore? In this business, we’re on our own.” She finished the lunch box and smiled. “That was good. So, do you want to go in the bedroom?”

“No. I want to talk. You did say whatever I want you to do, right?”

“We can talk and fuck at the same time, Master.” Kirin answered. She had made three revolutions around the kitchen and finally found the trash can. She moved towards Heero and took his hand. “Come on. Give me a tour of this place and I’ll give you another ride.”

* * *

Heero stared up at the ceiling, his body was still reeling after the performance Kirin had given him. He hadn’t asked her to do anything, but apparently from what Duo-of all people- had told her, he had too much control. He liked being in control and he liked being on top. Now that the positions had been reversed, he didn’t know whether he liked it or hated it. His arms were no longer tied against the bed, nor were his feet bound, but he didn’t know if he liked being blindfolded or able to see Kirin moving above him.

Right now, Kirin was asleep. It wasn’t just the fact that she had dominated him in every sense of the word, nor the way she broke his careful control, but he knew that whatever she had done she had not only tired him out, but she tired herself out, too. He rolled on his side and touched her face, tracing the lines of her nose, her mouth. She was pretty. And if she was actually normal, in the sense of her occupation, she would be more appealing.

He slid out of bed, wondering how he had allowed her to stay. He wasn’t doing much, simply lying there while she did all he work. This couldn’t be what Duo was talking about? How the hell was he suppose to loosen up?

“Master?”

“Kirin.” He looked over his shoulder. “What is it?”

“Nothing. You can’t sleep?” She sat up and wrapped an arm around his waist. She kissed his shoulder. “Want me to-”

“No.” He said sternly. He hated the way his voice softened. “Not now.”

“Having regrets? You know, you shouldn’t have regrets. I’m here on my own volition. After this weekend, I’ll no longer be in you life. Unless, of course, you want me to.”

“Do you have anything to wear?”

“Wear? As in what?”

“Formal.” He remembered Relena had an important dinner party, representing Earth in one of those stuffy, formal dinners were everyone was a rich politician and you could only get in by association. He wasn’t trying to win back Relena, just showing her that he could be well off without her. And, for one thing, he was a speaker and had to make an appearance.

“Where are we going?”

“Dinner.”

“You don’t seem happy about it.”

“I’m not happy about many things.” Heero answered. He moved away from her touch and went into the bathroom. His sole purpose was to shower, but Kirin stood at the doorway, wearing nothing but a smile. “Go back into the room, Kirin. I’m not in the mood.”

“You body says otherwise.” Kirin pointed out.

He wanted to scream out in frustration. He turned his back on her and turned on the water. Maybe if he ignored her, she’d get the picture. Instead, she came behind him, pushing him into the shower with her body while her hands found him hard and ready.

“Are you going to do this every time?” Heero demanded. “I thought I was your Master.”

“You are. But since you’re not telling me what to do, I have to initiate.”

She turned him around and dunked him under the water. “You know, this is the first time I showered with my Master. For some reason, they think showering together is too personal.”

“I agree.”

“But you’re not saying no, are you?” She teased.

Kirin took the bottle of shampoo and poured it onto Heero’s head. She began to rub it into his scalp, enjoying the way his hair felt between her fingers. She bid him to trust her as she put him under the water again, washing out the shampoo. She looked around the stall, and found a bar of soap. She moved behind Heero, soaping his back and lower to his buttocks, remembering a comment Duo had once told her.

“You can bounce a freaking demolition ball on his ass and the ball would break!”

She admired his backside a little longer, giving it an affectionate squeeze before resuming soaping up his body. She leaned on his shoulder, trailing kissed over his back as her hands wound to the front, dragging her nails over his chest and lower to the V of his hips. She slid around him and got to her knees, lathering his legs and down to his feet before bracing herself and taking him into her mouth. She shut her eyes, going solely by memory how he looked when she had first sucked on him. She heard him groaning above her, felt his hands in her hair as he pushed her head forward in a gentle rhythm. She felt his body tense, but she was abruptly pulled up and stared face to face with him.

“Didn’t you want me to finish?”

“I’m your Master so I’ll decide where to have you and when.”

The way Heero spoke made her insides turn into heat. She nodded silently, letting him pull her arms above her head and push her against the wall. She heard the command for her to put her legs around his waist. It was tricky, since they were both slick and wet, but the moment his body found hers, she let out a cry that meant so much more. He drove her against the wall, harder and harder until all they could hear was her panting and the sound of her body hitting the tile wall. She tried to pull away from Heero’s restraining hand, but he was a lot stronger than she had imagined. She had the fear of falling every time he pulled back, but the moment she slid down a few more inches, he would be back again, filling her and driving into that deep spot within. A few more thrusts and he erupted inside her, bracing her against the wall while he caught his breath.

“I was wondering how long it would take you to finally step up.” Kirin mumbled. She didn’t want to move, not yet.

Heero moved so that his mouth was close to her ear. “Of all the years Relena and I spent together, she-well, we never took showers together. In fact, she never did any of the things you did.”

“Are you saying you want her back? You want to go back to that normal life?” She asked him.

Heero stared into Kirin’s golden hues. “Go back to a life where...sex was all but fifteen minutes of masturbation?”

Kirin broke into a smile. “Masturbation or the real thing?”

“I’d prefer the real thing.”

“Well, unless we want to be late to this dinner...”

“I could care less.” Heero answered. “I just need to make an appearance. I have a short speech written and-”

“Ever had sex in a room full of people, Master?”

“Relena would have been terrified.”

Kirin shook her head and finally got to her feet. “I’m not talking about Relena, Master. I’m talking about you. Have you ever had sex in a room full of people?”

“No.”

“Ever thought about it?”

“No.”

Kirin leaned towards him and kissed him lingeringly. “Tonight is the perfect chance to try.”

Heero watched her as she shampooed her hair and washed her body with his soap. She gave him a share of smiles as she toweled off and slinked to the next room. He still stood in the shower, trying to wonder how Kirin was going to pull that off. Those politicians were perfectionists. They’d pick up anything out of the ordinary. Then again, he was a perfectionist, too.

He came out wearing a towel, but stared at what Kirin was wearing. Or lack-there-of. It looked to be one single piece of cloth cut down the center with a few decorative beads over the side slits and over the chest. If the wind blew in any direction, one could see Kirin’s breasts, no matter where you stood.

“Should you be wearing that?”

Kirin spun a little, revealing more breast and crotch shots that were legal. “Why not? Perfect opportunity to see how well you do in...public events. Besides, I’m not wearing underwear, it’ll be easy to go unnoticed. Oh, by the way, don’t wear any boxers, either. It’ll be a bit of a hassle if we have to do a quickie on the stage.”

“If someone sneezes on you the wrong way, they’ll know you’re not wearing any underwear either.”

Kirin grinned as she sat and spread her legs. The material fell between her open legs and she raised an eyebrow. “That’s the whole point, isn’t it? People always want what they can’t have. They want me, but I’m with you, so obviously they’ll look ‘cause they’re downright perverted.”

Heero shook his head and went into the closet. He had a series of nice suits and chose black one. Then again, all his suits were black except for a uniform he once wore while pretending to be a student. He needed to burn that outfit. He was ready to put on his necessities when he remembered Kirin tell him not to wear any boxers. He looked at the pants, then his black silk boxers and faced a dilemma.

“Heero,” Kirin was watching from the doorway. “Just put the damn pants on and make sure the zipper is up.”

“I’m not used to it.”

Kirin raised an eyebrow. It was becoming a gesture Heero was quickly becoming accustomed to. “This coming from a man who wears spandex?”

“Fine.” He pulled on the pants and the sensation was a little different. Not comfortable, but not uncomfortable. He sighed and began to pull on his shirt. When he was properly dressed, he looked at Kirin for approval. “I’m done.”

She moved towards him and wrapped her arms around his waist. Her hands moved lower and she grabbed his butt, smiling. “There, doesn’t that feel better?”

Heero fought to will his arousal away, but he saw Kirin shake her head. “I can’t walk in like this.”

“How tinted are your car windows?”

“Why?”

Kirin licked her lips as her hands moved to the front, rubbing her hand over the bulge. “Do you really need to ask me that?”

* * *

Kirin looked up at the council hall and looked back at Heero. “Wow. This place is impressive.”

“I think I ruined the clutch.”

“Oh, why?”

Heero stared at her as if she just hadn’t given him a blow job while he drove through downtown. Twice, by accident, his leg had jerked, nearly causing him to hit several pedestrians. All they saw was him over the dashboard, and he was grateful no one took a step forward to see Kirin’s head buried in his lap.

“You can buy a new one, can’t you?”

“If you’re going to stay with me for the weekend, I don’t think the clutch will make it.”

Kirin smiled at him, a smile that he never got tired of seeing. “Maybe we’ll have to be old fashioned and actually use the back seat.”

Heero didn’t comment and slid out of the driver’s seat. He eyed the valet-boy and whispered low in the boy’s voice. “I gave you my car and I expect you to retrieve my car. If anything is missing, broken, played with, or even breathed on the wrong way, I will now and I will go after you. Do we have an understanding?”

“Yes, sir.” Whispered the boy.

“Heero, come on!”

There was an agreement, just before they had left. Heero was semi-comfortable with Kirin calling him Master at home, but when they were out in public, he whole-heartedly preferred Kirin calling him Heero. Or some other diminutive name other than ‘Master.’

Heero eyed the boy once more then strolled next to Kirin and took her arm in his. “Just be polite and say hello to everyone like you know them. These fat bastards are stupid and rich.”

Kirin nodded and let out a whoop when a stray wind passed through. Most of the people behind her- all males, no doubt- all began to whisper, some obviously excited and others quietly intrigued.

“I don’t appreciate it when they look at you like that.” Heero mumbled.

Kirin laughed. “Oh, Heero. That’s the cutest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

Heero’s eyes were serious when he looked at her. “You belong to me. At least for the weekend.”

“I know.”

“Sit over there where I can see you.” Heero ordered.

He watched her stroll away, making her hips sway with the motion. He felt himself grow hard again and he had to take several deep breaths to clear his mind and libido. He searched the hall and saw Relena with her new man. He wasn’t any more taller than she, with the same features as she: blonde hair, blue eyes, pale complexion. If she wanted a man like that what was the point of being with him? He turned, noticing a group of men had surrounded Kirin. He stalked towards them and death glared them away until Kirin stood, wrapping her arms around him.

“What is it?” He asked gruffly, holding her close.

“Nothing. Just thought I’d be affectionate in front of these people.” She turned her head and saw Relena’s eyes darken. “Just so you know, Miss Relena is observing our moment.”

Heero pulled away and kissed her, softly, sweetly. He smiled at the way Kirin’s mouth was still partially open and how her eyes had taken a different light. “Did I ever tell you that you looked beautiful tonight?”

Kirin blushed, a first for her. “Thank you, Heero. I appreciate the sentiment.”

“Heero?”

They both turned and look at Relena and her new lover. His eyes were solely on Kirin, staring at the low-cut neckline and probably hoping for a peek of her breasts. Relena, noticing where his eyes were, jabbed him in the side and smiled brightly at Heero.

“I didn’t think you’d make it, Heero.”

“I said I’d come and make a speech. But that’s all I’m going to do here.”

Kirin choked back a laugh as she clutched at Heero’s arm. The position made it so that his arm was between her breasts and he could easily move it either way to see under the material. He glanced down and cleared his throat.

“Well, the Prime Minister won’t be here until thirty more minutes. They want to make his appearance as dramatic as possible. You’ll have time to have dinner, won’t you?”

“Yeah.” Heero answered. He glanced at his watch then at Kirin who kept nudging him with her foot. “If you’ll excuse us, Relena.”

Kirin leaned in close as they walked away. “I spotted a door to the stage. We’ll go through there and stand by the curtain.”

“Why so close? You might fall and everyone will see you.”

“Remember the shower we had?”

“How can I forget?” Heero answered.

“We do that, but...quieter.”

Heero opened the door for Kirin and caught Relena following them close by. He leaned into Kirin’s ear. “Relena’s following us.”

“Let her. She’ll see her mistake in giving you up.”

Heero’s eyes adjusted to the dark and he helped Kirin up onto the stage. They moved until they reached the curtain, pulling it back just a little to give them light, but not enough to be seen. There were chairs to one side and Heero saw enough that he could have Kirin right there while the people out there were oblivious.

“Is this close enough?” Heero hissed.

Kirin nodded and sat on the second chair. She peered towards the outside, the dinner-time chatter was loud enough that they wouldn’t notice anything. She spread her legs and lifted the material, beckoning to Heero with a finger. “Come here, Heero. Come inside.”

Heero unzipped his pants and got to his knees in front of her. He didn’t see Relena anymore and figured she had gone back out. He couldn’t believe he was doing this. Especially with a woman like Kirin! But in all fairness, it was kind of exciting. The chatter of the people outside, the dim light, Kirin in all her beauty glory waiting for him and him alone. When would he ever have another opportunity to be daring like this again?

He pulled Kirin to his body, moving his arms placing his arms on her hips and inserting himself into her opening. She was already wet, already hot as he passed through the inner recesses of her body, moving all the way inside until he came to a stop. He watched Kirin’s face as she pulled back and push in, again and again, careful to regulate his breathing. Kirin shut her eyes, bit her lips as the position forced Heero to penetrate her in a way that if she lost control now, their whole risque experience would go for bust. She opened her eyes slightly, watching Heero as his brows furrowed and he initiated a steady, but powerful motion with his hips.

Kirin tossed her head from side to side, looking out into the dining hall then towards the doorway. In the dim light she saw the outline of a figure. She pretended not to notice and waited until her eyes adjusted before recognizing the long hair. Relena.

“Heero...” Kirin gasped for affect.

She pulled herself up and wound her arms around Heero’s neck. They moved as one, Heero was the one who set the pace. He sat back on his knees, solely supporting Kirin’s weight as she moved up and down on his organ. He moved his mouth to her neck and lower to her breasts, flicking his tongue over her nipples and digging his hands into her hips. He sucked in a breath as his body told him how close he was to orgasm. He moved with her, then, the motion bringing their bodies as close as humanly possible. He buried his face into her chest, taking a bite of her and groaning as she tightened her arms around him, soft, helpless cries emitting from her mouth. She threw her head back and suppressed the scream that she so desperately needed to let out. But she kept true to her word and remained quiet, holding onto him until the orgasm subsided and they sat in each other’s arms.

“I don’t know which was more exciting.” Kirin mumbled. “The fact that we’re in a room full of people or that we’re on a stage and at any moment, the curtains could open?”

“Exciting is the fact that I’m making love with you here.”

Kirin let out a laugh. “I don’t think Duo ever mentioned how romantic you could be.”

“It happens sometimes.” Heero answered.

“With just anyone?”

He shrugged. “When I think someone deserves it.”

“I deserve it?” She asked him, wiping the locks of hair from his face.

“You more than anyone.”

Kirin grinned. “You’re saying a lot of awfully cute things to me today. I might have to take you home and fuck you until you can’t walk. Apparently fucking you stupid has made you a little more...looser.”

“If you do that, I might sweep you off your feet.”

Heero brought Kirin to the buffet table. “Eat your fill. I’ll be back in a moment.”

She watched him walk away from the corner of her eye. She picked up a small plate and piled mostly strawberries and grapes and the occasional slice of melon and watermelon. She walked around and spotted flutes of champagne and decided that getting a bit drunk would help things along between herself and Heero. She sat back at the table and crossed her legs, looking demure and sexy, eating the grapes as if it was food for the Gods. She looked around the hall, smiling and winking at prospective clients. She felt a pang of guilt when she thought that and decided she’d do one man at a time. She was already in too deep with Heero. She had to take it slower.

She turned so that the skirt hiked a little, showing her from the hip down to the leg. She spotted Heero at one corner of the room, talking to several men. They all looked serious, but when he turned to look at her, there was something like possession in his eyes. That look was for her and no one else. She was like a deer caught in headlights, not wanting to run away and not wanting to move any closer. She picked up a piece of melon, licked it in a way that reminded Heero of how she gave the same treatment to his cock, and bit it off slowly, savoring the sweet taste in her mouth. She gave him a mischievous smile and turned away, finishing off the melon.

Kirin looked up when something pink moved into her line of sight. She cleared her throat and prepared to smile when she realized Relena Dorian was standing above her.

“May I help you?” Kirin asked.

“You and Heero seem to have a relationship.”

“Yes.” Kirin answered. She sipped her champagne. “I don’t see why it would concern you Miss Relena. What happens between Heero and I remains between us.”

“I saw the way some of the men have been looking at you. It seems you get around a lot.”

“Oh, yes, I’m well known.” Kirin replied. “I’m popular with the men. I’m viewed as being carefree and not...uptight.”

“Relena.” Heero was suddenly behind her. He looked at Kirin and held out his hand. “We have to be going.”

“But your speech, Heero.”

“If he’s not going to show up on time, then why should I waste my time and be here at all.” He pulled Kirin close to him. “We’re leaving.”

Kirin leaned into Heero as they walked outside. The valet boy saw Heero and grabbed the keys from the tack board. He arrived seconds later, sweating and spewing congratulatory comments. Heero handed him a fifty then helped Kirin in the car.

“You seem tense.” Kirin observed.

“What were you and Relena talking about?”

Kirin shrugged. “She wants to know what your favorite position is. I said that you like being on top and in control. I mentioned that you liked using blindfolds and-”

Heero grabbed the back of Kirin’s neck and pulled her close for a kiss. “I know you weren’t talking about that with her. She is the most uptight woman I have ever known.”

“I know. I just said that so you’d kiss me and let me suck on you while you drive home.”

* * *

Kirin opened her eyes and stretched, letting the bones in her spine pop. She rolled on her belly and noticed that she was alone. She sat up, pulling the sheets over her and searching the room. She found a robe at the foot of the bed and picked it up, walking around gingerly until she smelled something coming from the kitchen.

“Master?”

“In here.”

She found him standing in front of a pot, stirring in a packet of seasoning with carrots and potatoes cut into perfect little cubes. He turned, wearing nothing but pants and a warm, good morning smile. She leaned on the island and inhaled deeply. “I don’t ever remember home cooked meals before.”

“Never?” Heero asked, turning back and adding he potatoes. “It’s just a simple beef stew, nothing fancy.”

“It smells like heaven.” Kirin murmured.

She walked around the island and leaned into Heero’s back. She had been there for only a day and there were so many new things that she had never experienced until she had walked into his life. Last night he had held her. It wasn’t the kind of embrace she was used to. She was used to men fucking her on her back, on her stomach, every position they could think of and then...nothing. But Heero...he held her like he meant ever touch, ever caress, every kiss, and every word. It was endearing, but how long would it last? Beyond Sunday, they would never see each other again.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, turning to grip her shoulders. “You have that same look like last night.”

Kirin shook her head. “Look? What do I look like?”

“You look like I told you I wanted you to stay with me.”

“Really? And would I look surprised or happy?”

Heero caressed the side of her face. “Scared. You look absolutely terrified, like I was playing some sort of trick on you.”

“I’m just...I don’t know.” She tried to break away, but he caught her and he held her. “Heero, even if I wanted a relationship...it wouldn’t work. Look at what I do for a living. Remember those men who came to me last night? They were my friend’s charges. I know them because though I sponsored some of the events, I never really participated. But they recognized me. I know for a fact that it would really piss you off if men like that came up to me if you and I were together.”

“What if I said that I needed to take care of you?”

“Heero, we hardly know each other.” she said, exasperated. The thought of being with him intrigued her, but she knew, deep down she knew it would never work out.

“Did you realize,” Heero said, holding her to him to keep her from escaping. “That you call me Heero when you’re being serious and you call me Master all other times?”

“I’m sorry.” She said out of habit.

“Kirin.” He tipped her head up with the crook of his finger. “Don’t you even want to try?”

“Why are you doing this to me, Heero? Is using me to get Relena back a part of your plan? I am just a whore. For this weekend I am your whore. Why would you want me?”

“Because you’re worth it. I can’t explain it myself, but I want you to be with me.”

“After fucking for a whole day, you think I’m worth sticking around? What’s the real reason, Heero? Do I fuck that good? Or do you want someone to be here, to keep you company, to be here when you get home? Is that it?”

Heero stared at her and nodded his head slowly. “Yes. I want you to be here. I want you to keep me company and I want you to be here when I come home. Making love with you is a side benefit of our relationship.”

Kirin shook her head and leaned into his chest. “Heero, when you play with someone like me, you can’t play for keeps. No matter what you say, it can never be.”

“Just try.” Heero whispered. “People are always telling me that change is good. That I have to change and loosen up. But I have you here and I’ve already done things I would never imagine doing. I want to know what it’s like to not care about every little detail. I want to take care of you. I want to be the man that I couldn’t be for Relena. I’ll be the man that you want, that you need.”

“Heero, I’ve heard promises like that before which is why I’m in this business. They are all pretty lies, I can’t believe any of them. This is the only business where I can pretend who I want to be without getting hurt. I don’t want to feel that pain again of being loved and then being thrown out like I was nothing.”

“Don’t I mean anything to you?” He asked, running his hands up and down her arms.

“Yes, but-”

“But nothing, Kirin. Give us a chance. Live according to your emotions. That is the proper way to live.”

Kirin suddenly burst out into laughter. She shook her head and cupped Heero’s face in her hands. He was so precious to her she had to try. For him, she would try to become the woman he wanted and needed.

“What was so funny?” He asked, noticing she hadn’t heard him all during her hysterics.

“Oh, what?” Kirin shook her head and smiled at him. “Funny? Oh, Duo said something along those lines of...getting laid properly is the right way to live. And then you said...”

“Funny.” Heero said, clearly annoyed with Duo. He turned to tend to the beef stew, glancing at Kirin over his shoulder. “There are bowls in the cupboard behind you. We’ll be eating in a few minutes.”

Kirin got the requested bowls and walked to a table seated for four. Glasses were already set out and a bottle of wine. Either Heero was expecting some sort of commitment or he was really getting into the mood of being romantic. She turned to watch him, seeing him move in an efficient manner around the kitchen. If she did truly give in to what he wanted, this was what she would see every day while she was with him. Would she give up her job for him? Give up the money she had earned by simply sleeping with men to sleep with one man who would also give her a home and security? Wasn’t that what all women wanted?

“You’re thinking again.” Heero whispered behind her. He kissed her neck, sliding his hands over her shoulders and pulling her to his body. “Does it bother you that much that I want to see you taken care of? That I want to see you when I go to sleep and when I wake up?”

“It’s very endearing, Heero. No one has really put it the way you have. I’m still a bit shocked.”

He kissed her ear while his hands pulled the robe off her body. He didn’t have to tell her to move to the island, it was common sense considering they would eat soon afterwards and not wanting to have a messy clean up. The sight of her bending at the waist and lying on the counter was utterly erotic. He slid the pants off his hips and held her still while he prepared for the back-entrance intrusion. She was tighter there, her own natural wetness providing enough lubrication for him to slide in easily. He braced himself on the counter, listening to the sounds of ecstasy coming from Kirin. He pushed forward as she pushed back and it brought a new kind of sensation, a kind of friction that had both of them panting.

“Let’s do that again, okay?” Kirin breathed.

This time she grabbed the edge of the counter while Heero grabbed her hips and the pushed against each other making both groan loudly. Heero fell against her back, but smiled as he kept surging forward, her inner muscles clenching around him like a vice, squeezing when he pushed and milking him as he pulled out. He opened his mouth and groaned, clamping his teeth on a sensitive piece of flesh on Kirin’s back. That made Kirin cry out and push back harder than what was normal and there was a moment of pain before it quickly turned to pleasure.

“Harder, Master.” Kirin gasped.

Heero took to heart her suggestion and pulled his body out until only the tip was inside of her. He then drove himself as hard and as fast as he could, mind content on making her scream. He continued with the deep, hard-hitting thrusts, then went easy on her, quickening the pace but remaining deep insider her. She straightened her body, moving her arm backwards to wrap around Heero’s head. His mouth moved to her neck, chewing on the flesh at the nape of her neck. He almost lifted her as the orgasm racked through their bodies. He cried out Kirin’s name as he fell over her, his mind spinning in several directions.

“Heero...” Kirin purred. She pushed against him though she was too tired to even move any further than the table. She liked saying his name, especially on the cusp of culmination and turned her head to look at him. “Still hungry?”

* * *

Heero liked the way Kirin lay across him, her heart beating against his, her hair falling over his shoulder like a silky blanket. He liked the way she laughed, how she’d bury his head into his chest whenever there was an embarrassing scene concerning the characters they were watching on the television. He liked seeing her laugh and smile and felt that small pang of love when she nuzzled closer to him, seeking the warmth of his body as he sought warmth from her. He could get used to having her so near.

“Do you want to go to sleep, now?” He asked, watching her yawn.

“Tomorrow is Sunday.” She answered.

“And after Sunday is Monday.” Heero replied. “Are you scared that tomorrow I’ll suddenly want you to leave?”

“Yes.” She whispered.

“How could I ask you to leave when I’ve spent nearly two days without you?”

“You’re a sweetheart, Heero.” She said, leaning up to kiss him. The kiss would have gone further, but the phone rang. Kirin pulled away and looked at he phone. “Ah, it’s so late!”

“I’ll answer it.” Heero reached over and picked up the phone. “Heero.”

“Heero, it’s Quatre. We have a bit of a security breach. Could you come over?”

Heero looked at the clock. It was one in the morning. “How badly was it hit?”

“It’s a worm. The programmers here are arguing over the term.”

“Imbeciles.” Heero snarled. “I’ll be right over.”

Kirin jumped on him as he hung up the phone. “What’s up?”

“Quatre’s company got a worm, I have to go and fix it. My subordinates are all idiots.”

She smiled and lay on the couch. “Should I wait up for you?”

Heero turned to watch her for a moment. He lifted her up, ignoring the squeals and exclaims and carried her to the bedroom. He lay her down on the bed and kissed her. “I’d like it better if you were waiting for me right here.”

“Right here?” Kirin asked, pulling off her shirt. “Like this or...” She pulled off her pants and lay naked for Heero to see. “Like this?”

“Stay right there, looking exactly like that.” He leaned over her and kissed her, sliding a hand over her face and over her body. He moved away, grabbing a jacket and giving her one last look.

“Kirin?”

“Yeah?” She smiled, spreading her legs in invitation.

“I love you.”

Kirin’s smile widened and she blew him a kiss. She watched him leave and squealed as soon as the door closed. No one had ever used the word love with her before. She grabbed a pillow and screamed into it, hoping that she didn’t wake from this wonderful dream.

* * *

“I’m sorry, Kirin, but apparently this worm has come from another source. I’ll be at the office for a few more hours. I’ve called out to a trusted friend and he should be coming around to drop off some breakfast for you. Otherwise, don’t open the door for anyone. I’ll call again later to see how you’re doing. If there’s anything else you need, call me here at the office. My number is on speed dial one.”

Kirin sighed and pulled on a long cotton gown and shuffled her feet around the living room. The call had come short of six in the morning. It was nearly eight and she was starving. She jumped when the doorbell rang.

“Coincidence?” She said to herself. “Maybe.”

She peered through the peephole and found a young man with a brown, wayward bang. He wore a dark blue turtleneck and tight pants, revealing he was indeed, tall. She opened the door a crack and looked at the bag he was carrying in one arm. “Yes?”

“I’m Trowa Barton. I’m a friend of Heero’s. He asked me to give this to Kirin.”

“I’m her.” She opened the door a little wider and smiled at the tall man. “You work with Heero?”

“No. But I am a close friend. He’s also mentioned that...if Miss Relena comes by, that you don’t answer the door. Though he was expecting her, he’s tried to tell her that he’s at work. But that woman can be stubborn sometimes.”

“Ok.” Kirin nodded. “Are they meeting for any special reason?”

“They’re both on the Earth’s Pacifism Efforts Group, PEG. They need to discuss new plans every so often to better the Earth’s understanding of anti-war. They did it before when they lived together, and since...you know, they’re not, they have to meet.”

“I see. Thank you, Mr. Barton. And a big thanks for bringing me breakfast.”

“You’re welcome.” Trowa hesitated and tipped his head slowly forward then righted it. “I hope to see you around, Miss Kirin.”

“Uh, thanks.” She watched as the tall man walked down the hallway and disappear into an elevator. “What was that about?”

She ate the breakfast Heero had sent for her, a specialty breakfast consisting of pancakes, bacon, eggs, fresh squeezed orange juice, waffles, cherries, and even oatmeal that could be heated up in a microwave. It was too much for her to finish so she ate what she could and set the rest aside, rubbing her belly. She was full. She smiled at the wording and realized how full Heero made her feel every time he was inside of her. She looked longingly at the wall clock and wished Heero would be home so they could have a little fun. It was her time for coincidences especially when the door bell rang again.

She remembered Heero’s message and tiptoed to the door. Again, she peeked into the hole and saw a man she slightly remembered. He was blonde with blue eyes, wearing a very expensive suit. There was a cold look in his eyes, like he was planning on something, but he quickly hid them behind a pair of dark colored glasses. He rang the doorbell again and waited. After a few seconds, he got to his knees, removing tools and always looking right and left. When he realized he was alone, he slid his tools into the lock. With the precision of a thief, he began to move the tools around the lock, making as little noise as possible.

“Shit.” Kirin whispered. She turned and grabbed the phone, hitting the speed dial and hoping she’d get to Heero in time before the thief did. Heero answered on the first ring.

“Hello?”

“Heero!” Kirin hissed. “There’s some guy trying to break into the apartment! He’s got blonde hair, blue eyes, and wearing this really expensive suit! He’s picking the lock right now!”

“What?” Heero was not amused. “Where are you?”

“In the living room-” She cut off because the door slowly began to creak open. “He’s inside.”

“Kirin, get into the bedroom, lock the door and-”

“Look what we have here...”

Kirin dropped the phone and stared wide-eyed at the man. “Get out before I call the police!”

“Go ahead and try, you’ll be dead before they arrive.”

“I just called Heero. He’ll be here any minute.”

“I guess I’ll have to be quick about it.”

Kirin pretended to look behind him and screamed at the top of her lungs. “Heero!”

The man turned but realized the trick too late. Kirin had run into the bedroom, shutting and locking the door behind her. She walked circles around the room, looking for anything to hit the man with. She ran into the closet, checking in between the hangers, the floor, until her hand brushed against something heavy. She parted the green tank tops and came upon a secret compartment. She tapped it, pushed it, nearly kicked it down, but all she had to do was pull it. Inside were guns, blades, past mission reports, batteries for a laptop, ammunition, and even blue prints of a Gundam. She bypassed those and grabbed a gun. She knew how to shoot a gun, primarily because girls needed to defend themselves in their business, and shut the closet door, peering between the cracks to see if the man had gotten in. So far, so good.

She was almost relieved when there was no on banging on the door, but then she remembered. He was a picklock. She moved out of the closet just as the door swung open, the man smiling with a garrote tied within his hands. He eyed the gun and shook his head.

“What?”

“The safety is on. Would you really have enough time to take it off, then aim it at me and pull the trigger? I think not.”

“I know how to shoot, dumb-ass.” Kirin retorted.

“Do you, now?”

He moved fast and heard the first shot above his head. He pushed forward, knocking her onto the wall and wrapping the wire around her hands. He heard the shot nearer his ear this time and jerked his head forward, head-butting Kirin in the face. He pulled her up, ignoring the blood running down her face and held her arms above her head. He reached under the cotton material and found her naked.

“Are you really Mr. Yuy’s girlfriend or his whore? I remember you from a party several months ago. Don’t you remember me? I paid you a fifty and you sucked me off.”

“Bastard.”

“Sticks and stones, pussy.”

“Get off me.”

“I’ll get off, but I’m not sure in the way you’d like.”

Kirin began struggling as he forced his legs between hers. He moved his body over hers, reaching down his pants. She began screaming, trying to kick him off, but he was strong, stronger than she gave him credit for.

“No!” She yelled. Tears blurred her vision as she tried to fight. Oh, she hoped Heero wouldn’t find her like that. She didn’t care that she was wild and reckless with him, but with another man? She couldn’t even stomach the fact of being with anyone else but Heero.

“Get the fuck off of her.”

“Heero!” Kirin cried with relief. She felt the body atop her suddenly jerk and was pulled away from her. She whimpered when the garrote tightened around her wrists and felt the sense of freedom as Heero pulled her to his body.

“Are you alright, Kirin?”

“Yeah.” Kirin whispered, wrapping her arms around him. “I was so scared, Heero. I-”

Heero petted her hair, burying his face into her neck. “I’m here now, Kirin. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

“What about him?”

Heero peered over the bed. “I’ll take care of him.”

* * *

Kirin sat on the counter while she looked at the man strapped to a chair. He was bound with his own garrote wire, his glasses were broken on the counter next to her, and he had a very large gun pointed to the back of his head.

“I’m not telling you shit.”

“Maybe Heero,” Kirin said, lying over the counter. “You should start with his toes.”

Heero looked down to the man’s feet. “What did you have in mind, Kirin?”

“Do you have a hammer? Or maybe some pliers? You can always whack his toes off or pull the nail from the little piggies.”

Heero smiled. “I like where this is going. There should be something in my closet.”

Kirin grinned at him then slid off the kitchen island, bouncing towards the room. Heero looked at the man. He walked around him once or twice, then stood in front of him as Kirin returned with a large metal hammer and a pair of pliers.

“You better tell me who sent you or else Kirin will start with the toes and work her way up.”

“Go ahead. I want to see you try.”

Heero shrugged. “Alright. Kirin, do your worst.”

Kirin placed the pliers onto the counter and kneeled next to the man’s feet. “I’d really hate to do this, but for it to be real effective, we have to see your bare feet.”

“Let me do it, Kirin.” Heero said. He pushed her away slightly and ripped the pants to the knee and all but disjointed the foot from the ankle. “I don’t want him kicking you.”

Kirin nodded and plugged her nose. “For a guy who dresses nice, your feet sure do smell.”

The man struggled and stared as Kirin lifted the hammer and brought it three centimeters off from his big toe. He let out a strangled laugh.

“You don’t have the guts to-”

“That was just practice and a way to give you a second chance. Here goes!”

She raised the hammer above her head and brought it down with all her strength on the man’s big toe. Unlike before, she hit flesh, but not the big toe. There was an audible crack as she brought it on the bony mound of his foot. He howled and screamed, trying to kick her and curse her at the same time. Kirin looked up to see Heero smiling and nodding his head, encouraging her to continue.

“This time I’ll hit the toe. Really, I swear.”

“No, no, no!” The man cried. “Relena Dorian sent me! Relena Dorian!”

Kirin risked a glance at Heero whose eyes darkened dramatically. When he didn’t make a notion to speak, she did. “Why?”

“She didn’t intend to break it off with Mr. Yuy. She made up the story of having another man in hopes of having Mr. Yuy become jealous and confess his love for her.”

Kirin glanced at Heero. “So what you’re saying is that she intentionally broke up with Heero and had another man pose as her new lover to make Heero jealous so he’d want to go back to her?”

The man had to think for a moment. He looked at Heero whose face hadn’t change and Kirin who looked just as inquisitive as a kitten. “Yes.”

“She wanted to get married.” Heero said after a long silence. “I never gave her a definite answer. That was two months ago.”

“Plenty of time for her to think up a plan, Heero.” Kirin replied.

“She thought I would get jealous at seeing her with another man, but was surprised when she saw me with you. Then she followed us backstage and...” Heero looked at the man. “After last night, what happened?”

The man sighed as he tried to rub his poor foot. “She told me to ask one of my friends to hack into Winner Industries. She wanted something that would keep you busy while I checked the place out. She had a feeling she was just an escort and she wanted me to find proof.”

“What would she have done with that proof?” Asked the soldier.

“Show it to PEG. She’s claim infidelity on your part, ruin your social and political reputation.”

“After all this time, she still doesn’t know me.” Heero scoffed. “I don’t care about my reputation. If I did, I would have committed political suicide years ago.”

“But why did you say you had to get rid of me?” Kirin asked.

The man felt Heero’s gaze upon him like a hot poker in his side. “Relena said that if you were here, I’d have to make it look like an accident. I was hoping you weren’t here.”

“But you sure as hell didn’t act like it when you recognized me.” Kirin replied, gripping the hammer. “I should pull your toenails off just for trying to rape me!”

“I’m sorry!”

“Kirin.” Heero kneeled next to her and kissed the side of her face. “I want you to go into the room and stay there until I come for you.”

“H-Heero?”

“Please. I don’t want you to see what I’m about to do. I can’t kill him for being one of Relena’s lackeys, but I can kill him for nearly touching what belongs to me.”

Kirin blushed and moved into his body for that fleeting touch. He kissed her once more and she stood giving the man a dirty look. “Burn in hell, asshole.”

Heero stood and held the hammer Kirin had left him. “You better tell me everything you know about Relena or else.”

* * *

Relena Dorian glared ineffectively at her secretary as she began to file papers, ignoring the sound of the ringing phone. Growling with frustration she picked up the phone and remembered her manners just as she answered, “Relena Dorian.”

“Relena.” Heero purred over the phone. “Are you busy?”

“Heero?” She waved off her secretary and began to play with the cord. “Busy? No, not at all. You know, that girl I saw you with the other night...”

“I know, I know. She was a bit of a fling...some girl Duo introduced me to.” Heero paused for dramatic effect. “I was thinking about you. I have to admit, I got a bit jealous last night when I saw you with that other man...what was his name?”

“That doesn’t matter. He was just a friend.”

“I thought you said you had another man in your life?”

“Him? Oh, he’s out on business.”

“So you’re free for tonight?”

“Yes.” She paused. She shouldn’t have sounded so eager. She had to call up Reynolds and tell him to forget that proof against Heero. Then again, she had to call about that escort Heero was seen with. Whatever did happen to her?

“Good.” Heero replied. “Come by my apartment. There’s something I want to...give you.”

* * *

“So what exactly are we doing?”

“She’s going to catch us in bed.” Heero answered, pulling off his pants.

“And then?” Kirin persisted, taking off her shirt.

“And then I’ll give her a present and a message.”

“And that will ensure that she’ll leave you alone?”

“If it doesn’t, I can always add something cryptic.”

Kirin moved under the covers and lay on her side. “Is that it?”

“Yes, that’s it.”

“I would have expected something big and extravagant, Master.”

Heero turned and crawled onto the bed. He pulled the covers off of he and presented his large endowment to her. “You don’t find this big and extravagant?”

Kirin laughed as she wrapped herself around him. “Well, if you put it that way, Master...”

“The only way I’m putting it is inside you.” Heero answered, nibbling on the flesh of her neck.

She arched her back as he lifted her up and impaled her, driving her towards the head of the bed. She pushed at the headboard while at the same time trying to give herself some leverage on her elbows. She was thankful that she had stretched before getting into bed or else her back would have locked and she would have stayed in that position far longer than what was normal. She felt Heero’s mouth on her breasts, suckling and biting at the taut peaks. She righted herself, making her face to face with Heero. They kissed passionately, their tongues battling with one another for domination. Heero forced her down harder as he pushed upwards making her scream into his mouth and allowing him to win. She bit his lower lip and he moved several paces to push her against the wall. There, he drove into her hard enough that the head board itself was making enough noise for anyone in the building to hear.

Heero pulled his head back, his ears catching the slightest sound from the living room. He hid his smile from Kirin then resumed pounding her mercilessly into the wall. Before they could both reach culmination, he turned and dropped her onto the bed. He turned her over and mounted her from the back. He groaned when he slid into her, their previous union was a fine lubrication for her other opening. Kirin clawed at the bed sheets, moving her hips in a way that would make any professional dancer jealous. She reached behind her and grabbed one of Heero’s hands, making him slid it down between her legs and give her dual pleasure. She straightened out her back, moving her back against his chest, moaning his name and turning her head to kiss him.

He changed positions on her again, returning her to the missionary style. She spread her legs as far as she could watching him as he slid inside of her to the hilt and began to pump her. Hard. Watching him seemed to fuel the intensity, to make it seem more erotic. She shut her eyes, feeling every inch of him move inside and out, harder, faster, a movement that brought out every noise she could make. She then opened her eyes as his body jerked and he held his place above her. Even as the orgasm washed over her, her insides still throbbed, pulsated with the heat and liquid of their joined bodies. She pulled him close to her, kissing his neck, his mouth, his eyes, every part of him that she could reach.

“Heero, I love you.” She sighed. Over and over again she said those same four words until they became slurred into one. She lay on her back, looking up into the ceiling and caressing the sweaty line of Heero’s back.

Heero collapsed to one side as to not suffocate her. He breathed into her neck, really smiling for the first time in years. There was no where else he wanted to be expect to be with her. He kissed her lovingly, feeling the words as she continued to repeat it between kisses. He sat up on his elbows and looked down at her.

“I love you, too, Kirin.”

“Heero!”

Heero looked up lazily, his body too spent to move. He raised an eyebrow then remembered why he had called Relena to his apartment. He regretfully pulled out from Kirin and noticed she had made no notion to move. She lay perfectly content to watch him from the corner of her eye. He trudged to the closet, aware he was nude, sweaty, and probably covered in unmentionable fluid, and came out with a medium sized box, fit for those big, extravagant hats.

“Before I give this to you, Relena.” Heero shook his head so that his words wouldn’t slur. “I want you to know that...even if I was jealous, I would never go back to you. What kind of idiot to you think I am? You play me from the start and you think you can just play with me to get me back? I don’t think so.”

“Heero, I don’t know what you’re-”

“Shut up!” Heero growled. “This is from me and Kirin to you. If you ever come around here or send someone else here, then this is what will happen to you. If I did it once, I can do it again.”

“Heero-”

“And another thing, Relena.” Heero smiled at her, a real smile. “I’ve never loved you. The truth hurts, I know. But you put me through ten years of hell. You thought it was love, I thought it was love. But all it was...is torture. For the both of us. So...I’m setting you free. You’re free to see anyone you like. Free to love and free to fuck. Good-bye.”

Heero shoved the box into her hands and turned, strolling towards Kirin who had rolled onto her belly and was smiling, beckoning to him with a finger. He got back onto the bed and pulled the covers over himself and Kirin.

Relena felt the tears in her eyes as she saw the obvious movements under the covers. She turned on her heel, lugging the box out of Heero’s apartment. She got as far as the elevator to see what was in the box. When she lifted the cover, she peered inside and screamed.

Inside were still-pictures of herself with two young women, engaging in sexual acts. But that wasn’t what made her scream. There was a handwritten note from Heero.

You were going to ruin my social and political reputation? I think these pictures of you and two young ladies will be sufficient evidence of your reputation. You better get your story straightened out before the six o’clock news. I wonder what the headline would be? Relena Dorian...she loves everyone! Even women. The Earth’s council would love an explanation of this. Yours truly, Heero.

* * *

“On tonight’s news, we have breaking news, direct from Relena Dorian’s personal assistant, Marshall Reynolds! It appears that Relena Dorian is a homosexual! I have pictures, taken by an unknown source, that depict Miss Dorian in sexual acts with other women using feminine toys-”

Heero shut off the television and laid is head on top of Kirin’s. “Have you decided?”

“I was watching that.” Kirin mumbled. She squirmed out from his hold and sat up. “Decided what?”

“Tomorrow is Monday.”

“Yeah, I know.” Kirin replied. She looked at Heero from only a few inches away. So much had happened between them, she didn’t know whether it was good or bad that she had come to depend on him so much. “I’d love to stay, you know.”

“But?” Heero said, raising an eyebrow.

“But what about...a job? I just can’t lazy around here all the time!”

“Kirin,” Heero sat up and held her by the chin. “I was once a Gundam pilot-”

“I know that. I saw the evidence in your closet.”

“-And I’ve acquired a lot of money during those years. In fact, the only reason why I’m working because it gives me something to do.”

“Oh, so now I’m something to do?” Kirin asked. “I’m here for your pleasure?”

“Yes.” Heero whispered. “You’re here for my pleasure just as I’m here for yours.”

“Well, if you put it that way...”

“Stay with me, Kirin.” Heero purred. “I want you to stay with me. I want to take care of you. Whatever you want, whatever you need, I will provide for you. You don’t have to work if you don’t want to. You can stay here and be my sex slave.”

Kirin grinned. “That was my original intention, Heero. But...what if it doesn’t work out?”

Heero sobered and pulled her onto his lap. “If it doesn’t work out then I’d have to make up another promise for this ring to fulfill.”

“Ring?” Kirin asked. She watched as he took something out of the bedside table and produce a simple gold band. “A ring, Heero? We hardly-”

“Shh, calm down.” Heero took her left hand and placed it on her ring finger. “It’s just a promise ring. I promise to take care of you, to be the source of your happiness, your pleasure, your love. If I do not fulfill this promise, then this ring, as well as this man, is not worthy of being in your possession. And one day, if you fit that the promise has been kept and fulfilled to the best of my ability, you can ask for a ring that would bind us together as husband and wife.”

“Husband and wife.” Kirin repeated. “That sounds perfect, Heero.”

“For now, you and I will take our time. We’ll go slow. This weekend was...”

“A preliminary.” Kirin joked.

“Yeah. But this week, you and I will get to explore every inch of each other.”

Kirin laughed as she felt his erection rub against her leg. “I’m sure exploring every inch of you won’t be that hard.”

That night, Heero showed her the true meaning of his nickname, the Perfect Soldier.

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