May 18, 2000
Heh; bet you're tired of seeing our names on the list... This is something that I'm not really sure about; it's kind of Relena- sympathetic, or rather, a fic that tries to explain how someone can fully devote everything in their life to absolute pacifism and not go completely bonkers up the bazoo. It's really rough, but I'm not sure where to go with this...sequel? trashcan?
The ground was light beneath her bare feet, wet grass manes thick with dew and the sky was light gray, almost dusty, off-setting the golden sheen of her hair. She passed by a few of her nocturnal classmates, laughing on the inside at their stricken expressions. No one was supposed to be up; after dark it was deemed too dangerous to go out alone, what with the attacks on the Sanc Kingdom increasing with frightening regularity.
Relena shivered as a cool breeze skimmed over her bare arms, rasing gooseflesh. Her heart pounded with anticipation; she needed this, needed this surrender. She stopped at a smaller dormitory on the west side of campus; it was empty, except for one inhabitant. The Queen of the World paused on the last step and raised her right hand, halting just before her knuckles grazed the wood.
She shouldn't have been there. It was wrong; the feelings that that damned Dermail girl made come alive inside of her. The anger, the pain, the desire; all the things she kept locked inside during the day. It was necessary. Relena had painted a portrait of herself that was too perfect, flawless, and now she was paying the price.
She should just go back to her room.
Relena shivered at the thought of another day, another merry- go-round in the world of politics. Another 24 hours spent smiling uselessly at the heartless bourgeois, of allying herself with the lowest snakes and the most devious leaders, simply to win a war. Another day with this <i>need</i> eating away at her mind, her heart. She could feel the papery edges of madness slowly beginning to creep forward, and bit her lip hard enough to draw blood. The pain didn't work anymore, though; she couldn't hurt herself enough.
Her fingers curled unconsciously over her hair, stroking and petting it abently. Perfect, she had to be perfect. It was strange, in a way—everyone called Heero Yuy the perfect soldier, yet it was she who was truly forbidden to show her true emotions.
Relena knocked twice, keeping her eyes trained on the ground. A very naked Dorothy Dermail answered the door, forked eyebrows raised in false surprise. Dorothy was never surprised by anything Relena did. It irritated the Peacecraft to no end to always be one step behind the girl.
"Come in," Dorothy said softly, and Relena took the last step up into the old building, eyes shimmering with unshed tears. They walked to Dorothy's bedroom wordlessly, but as soon as Relena stepped into Dorothy's room, she knew that she was right in her assumption. The bad was covered in black silk sheets, the covers turned down just so, inviting and yet threatening.
"Shall we get started?" Dorothy asked, reaching forward to tug at the zipper running along Relena's dress. The girl nodded passively; it was Dorothy's turn now. Using a combination of strange caresses along her back, she soon had Relena's dress puddled around her feet on the floor. She stepped out of the mess of cloth, leaving white cotton panties with it, and reachied behind herself to undo her bra.
Dorothy's eyes ranked appreciatively over her body, noting the way Relena' nipples hardened under her gaze. "Relena...you whore."
Her blood was burning in her veins, hands made into tight fists, even as Dorothy continued to insult her. Ah... All in good time... The edges of madness that had taunted her now began to slide over her controls, melting Relena away, making the pain even worse, but so good...
"Dirty little whore. You can't stop coming to my bed, can't stop yourself from wanting it." Relena looked down, trying to contain her anger, her fury. It never worked—there was no mercy for the merciful.
"Don't you like it, Relena-*sama*?" Dorothy sneered, advancing closer, and closer, just out of reach... "You bitch—" Yes!
Relena pounced, throwing Dorothy to the bed in one swift motion, thoughts of peace, thoughts of pacifism pushed to the back of her mind, superseded by this, this pleasure and pain and anger and darkness. She needed this...
Dorothy clawed at her back, raking red streaks down her porcelain skin. "Whore," she whispered into Relena's ear. It was too much... Relena slapped Dorothy as hard as she could, a bolt of pleasure shooting through her as the girl cried out, writhing on the bed, watching her through hooded eyes, trying to push Relena over the edge. "Who the fuck do you think you are?" she snapped, digging her fingers tightly into Dorothy's arms, smiling as she let out a mew of pain.
Relena hit her again, just to hear the satisfying sound of skin slapping against skin. Yesss....she wanted this. The darkness was there now, welcoming, comforting. Her mind screamed even as she lowered her face to one of Dorothy's nipples, suckling it gently.
It continued the entire night. Fury, pain and sex, all together in one night that left them both sated. Relena screamed, hitting Dorothy again and again, her fists striking violent bruises all over her golden skin. Slashing, cutting, drawing blood. She had to pull herself together, she thought, shaking. She couldn't let herself get out of control...
But it was too late for Relena. As her climax hit her, she wrapped her hands around the blonde's throat and squeezed hard, leaving red handprints. The Dermail girl whimpered, a smile of ecstasy spreading over her lips.
Sobbing, the Queen of the World left at dawn, the darkness in her soul fed, tamed, and shoved back in the cage, mouth still smeared with blood. Dorothy watched her go silently, watched the quick flight of her steps and smirked.
She would be back. No matter how much she denied it, Relena would always need her, need her dirty lover. And Dorothy would always be drawn to that darkness, no matter what she secretly thought about someone like Relena ruling the world.
There would be many more nights like this.
She looked forward to them.
::hides::
Ariana
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