10-Dec-2004
Title: Howl chapter 4/?
Author: Sol 1056
Rating: NC-17 for sex, violence, and dirty mouths
Warning: Subplots deal with religion, establishment, and child-bearing... oh, and werepervs. Yes. That's right. Werepervs. And there's het in this chapter, along with implied kink and masturbation.
Pairings: Various, but predominantly 2x1, 1xR, 2xR, 4x3, 5x3, 1x3, 4xC, 3xH, RxD, 5xM, and a few others that may come and go.
Disclaimer: No, don't own 'em... Hey! Could that be a sigh of relief from Bandai?
Archived: sweetlysour and gwaddiction
Critiques: always welcome, natch!
"a big dull blurt hanging dumbly in a gray brown mass of semi-late-afternoon cloudy darkness and pebble grit"
---Jack Kerouac
Plan B went into effect at the grocery store. Plan A hadn't worked. Relena wasn't sure what had gone wrong, but her first attempt had appeared to backfire, and it had taken two or three days to coax Heero back into the bedroom. He was still a bit skittish, and she made a mental note not to repeat that mistake. She made a last-minute appointment with Dorothy, kissed Heero good-bye, made him promise not to let Dog on the sofa, and left with Crayton and Jackson in tow.
Heero slouched on the living room chair, and put his feet up on the glass table. He stared at his toenails for several minutes, wondering whether he should trim them. Relena would come back energized, as she always was after seeing Dorothy, and wanting sex, he expected. He sighed heavily.
Dog got up from his spot in the corner, and came over to the sofa. Heero nodded, and Dog promptly jumped up on the loveseat, lying down with a pleased grunt.
"Yeah, you've got it easy," Heero said. "Just don't shed, or she'll have my hide, not yours."
Dog lowered his head, his eyes watching Heero intensely from behind the thick chestnut-brown fringe.
"I just... " Heero ran a hand through his hair, and groaned. "I'm doing everything wrong! I thought sex was great. I mean, it seemed like it was. Then suddenly she has to start telling me what to do. You've heard her!"
He felt a bit like an idiot for talking to a dog - who'd been locked out of the bedroom at those times, no less - but Trowa was in appointments, and he doubted Trowa would know much more than he did about women, anyway. Trowa's experience was limited to Hilde, a few coworkers, and his sister - and his sister was a case by herself. Heero grunted and sunk lower in the chair.
"Do this, don't do that, move like this, faster, now slower, now suck, don't suck, lick," Heero repeated.
He stared at the glass coffee table, the sofa they'd saved for six months to buy. The little apartment with its broad window facing the city; their one luxury was a view of things they didn't own. Dog whined, softly.
"I just... I thought I was good enough," Heero whispered, mostly to himself. "But I was doing it all wrong. And now every time, I feel like... " He shook his head and got up. No point, he told himself. Might as well get some cleaning done while she's off with someone who knows how to do it right.
When Relena returned, she took a deep breath before unlocking the apartment door. Dorothy had met her for a quick drink at the tea shop across from the DPM, and together they'd come up with Plan B.
"Heero," she called, following the sounds of sloshing water into the bathroom where he was cleaning the sink. "We need to go to the grocery store."
"I'll go," he said, straightening up.
"No. We're going together. We can walk Dog at the same time."
Heero gave her a blank look, and shrugged, wiping off his hands.
Now, twenty minutes later, Heero was studying the cans of peas, weighing the value of one over the other. Relena watched him for several seconds, but she was weighing Dorothy's words, not the price of imported peas.
"Heero," she said, and leaned over, brushing against his outstretched arm with her chest. "I'm not wearing a bra."
Heero frowned, blinking several times, then raised his eyebrows, as if expecting more. Relena stared at him, and he stared back; she waited for some sign, but Heero's brows lowered back into a frown, his eyes shuttered.
"Should we get the sweet peas, or the ones with less sodium?"
Relena stifled a snort of frustration. "Whatever you prefer. I'm going to get dog food."
She tried again in the fresh food section. Having the time to cook meant Heero had started to explore new recipes; he'd not cooked since they were first married and had a month to settle in before going back to work. He was hovering over the roma tomatoes, reddening under the grow-lights. Relena kicked the dog food bag lightly, on the bottom rack of the cart, waiting until no one was near.
"Heero," she said, in a low tone, but conversational. "I'm not wearing any underwear."
That time he reacted. It was only through what appeared to be sheer force of will that the tomato in his hand didn't pay the price of his surprise.
"Rel," he managed to choke out. His blue eyes were huge, and his grip on the tomato didn't let up. "You're... "
"Right." Relena leaned over and kissed him lightly on the cheek, then glanced around surreptitiously before licking his cheek as well. "Grocery shopping's boring."
"It's not--" His words halted, the tomato still held tightly.
"Wouldn't you rather get me home and find out just how wet I am?" Relena wondered whether she'd need to say the rest of what Dorothy had suggested, but it wasn't necessary. With amazing speed, Heero picked three tomatoes, bagged them, and hustled she, the cart, and himself into the checkout line and out of the store.
By the time they got home, Dog was panting, and so were they. Heero had carried the bag of food on his shoulder, the bags in his free hand, while Relena held Dog's leash. Dog was more than happy to pick up his pace, tail-plumes waving gracefully as he led the way home without stopping.
"Rel, we're going too fast," Heero said, as they entered the lobby. "You need to slow down."
He hadn't broken out into a sweat, but his eyes kept shifting to her thigh-length skirt. For the two-block walk-run, Relena had made a point of letting her skirt ride up a little each time she stretched her legs to keep up with both Heero and Dog. Heero's response - she was almost positive - had been a soft whimper.
"Not possible," she taunted, and dashed past him to the elevators. Hitting the button, she jogged a little in place until the doors opened. Heero stepped in behind her; between them and Dog, it was a tight fit.
The doors closed, and Relena spun in place to plant her shoulders against the security camera. Then she lifted her skirt, revealing a bare crotch, which she promptly covered with her hand. She tilted her hips out, and Heero made a choking sound. He started to move forward, but Dog was in the way. Dog turned to watch as well, and Relena let her eyes drift half-closed even as she chided Dog.
"No, you've already done the sniffing thing," she said. The chime sounded for their floor and she dropped her skirt, tugging on Dog's leash until he followed. Heero came along behind the hundred feet to their apartment door, his mouth moving but no sound coming out.
Inside their apartment, Heero dropped the food and turned on his heel, pushing her up against the wall.
"Need," he groaned, and pressed his hips against her. "Now," and he kissed her brutally, desperately.
She returned the kiss, then placed her hands on his cheeks and pushed him away. "Sit down at the table," she ordered. "I'll serve appetizers."
"Appe... " Heero shook his head. "Forget the damn food--"
"Trust me."
She prodded him in the chest, and Heero scowled before reluctantly heading to the table. She pointed to her chair - its back to the window - and he sighed and seated himself, hands braced on the steel-beam arms. He hated sitting with his back to windows, but for Plan B, it was necessary.
"Rel... "
Relena hopped up on the table next to him, perching on the edge. Sliding sideways, she put her bare feet on the chair arms, and yanked her skirt up with one smooth motion. It left her ass pressed against the faux-wood design; for a moment, she wondered if the imprint would be left in her skin when she was done.
"See this?" Relena sucked on all four fingers, then slid her hand down to cover her crotch. Heero raised his hands, and she shook her head. "No, just watch."
"Rel--" There was a warning note in his voice, and she could see that worried look returning to his eyes.
"Shhh," she said. "Just watch. Besides, if you move... " Her gaze flicked to the massive windows behind him, and the apartment building across the way, lines of picture windows facing them. "Then everyone across the street will see I'm sitting here with my fingers in my cunt." It took everything she had not to burst into embarrassed laughter at hearing one of Dorothy's words rolling off her tongue, but she managed to keep her voice low and serious. "They'll all see me. You want that?"
Heero made a strangled sound, and his gaze dropped down to study her fingers sliding back and forth, pushing deep inside herself and back up to spread apart her labia. He looked like she'd just shot him in the gut and wasn't sure whether to thank her or shoot her in return.
Dog came over, lying down next to the chair, and Heero tensed.
"Dog's watching," he said, nervous. "I should--"
"Yeah, so a dog's watching," Relena said. She leaned back on one hand, letting her free hand play in her crotch, rubbing a few times against her clit. Little fires stoked along her nerves, and she hissed, tilting her hips up. "That turn you on?" She was teasing, following her instincts, but at Heero's wild look, she dropped one foot into his lap, feeling the bulge in his pants, hard as a rock. Ah-hah, she thought, amazed and victorious. Maybe...
"Take it out," she whispered. "Take out your cock and let me see it."
Heero nodded, a jerky motion, and managed to unzip his pants and pull down his boxers, his eyes never leaving her fingers rubbing slowly back and forth along her clit. She licked her lips at the sight of his cock, rearing up proudly from a thatch of black curls, just a bit canted to the left. Heero's hand grasped his cock, and another idea occurred to her.
"Do it," she said, and flicked her fingers faster against herself. "Stroke yourself. Touch yourself. I want to see."
"Rel," Heero said, a bit strangled. He glanced over to Dog again, who regarded them both with a calm expression. Dog might as well have been waiting for table scraps; at the thought, Relena had to bite back a giggle.
"You're being watched," she murmured, and Heero's grip tightened on his cock. "You like that? Or perhaps... "
She leaned back, and sucked a finger into her mouth, licking her lips like it was the best thing she'd tasted. It was a bit sour, flat on her tongue like soap in the mouth, but not unbearable. Heero made a keening sound in his throat, his hand speeding up along his cock. She noticed he flicked his wrist at the top, rubbing his palm against the head, before sliding loose fingers down to the base, gripping it tightly again on the upstroke.
"Maybe," she said, forcing her voice down to a throaty whisper, "you'd like to watch, too."
Heero's eyes widened and she knew she'd hit a mark. Desperate, she racked her brain for a good name to use. This hadn't been in Plan B; she was moving into uncharted territory. Trowa had always been a gentleman and he had Hilde, so that wasn´t a likely fantasy. Who else? Not one of their guards. The name sprung to her lips, almost unbidden.
"Maybe you'd like to watch Duo doing this. See Duo's fingers... " She trailed her damp fingers along the inside of her thigh, circling lazily around her clit in ever-smaller circles. "His fingers doing this? See him rub against me, feel me, sink into this... so wet... "
She moaned, slipping her fingers inside herself. It didn't feel as marvelous as when Heero did it, but gathering from the increased speed of Heero's hand, he was enjoying the view. She figured there was nothing wrong with playing it up. Plunging her fingers farther inside, she pumped her hips before letting her fingers slide free. Heero groaned loudly, his gaze fixed on her hand.
"What about you?" She realized she was getting pretty damn hot with the visual in her head, and rushed forward into it, headlong. Now or never, and only one way to find out. "What if that's Duo's hand on your cock? Is that how he'd touch you?"
Heero froze, his hand halfway through an upstroke. He swallowed hard, adam's apple bobbing, and began touching himself with lighter fingers, trailing along the underside of his cock. It glistened with pre-cum, and he moaned, leaning back a little in the chair.
"I think he'd be harder," Relena whispered. Heero's eyes slid shut, and he gripped his cock with a fury of white knuckles, pumping slowly. "Yeah," Relena urged.
It felt like the world was spinning away from her, with only her feet on Heero's chair and her bare ass pressed against a fake wood table. Duo's hand on her husband's cock, Duo's fingers against her clit, and she wondered if the wet and heat were seeping from her to pool on the table between her thighs.
"I'm watching you," she murmured. "Watching him pump you, fuck you--" She was startled when Heero gave a hoarse cry, arching his back. His hips jerked, and she froze. Muscles were corded on Heero's wrist, fingers tight enough to squeeze out life were squeezing out a thick, white substance, coating his fingers and the hem of his shirt.
"Rel," Heero gasped, his hand still on his cock. His face was flushed, pupils so dilated the black had swallowed the blue. "Rel," he said again.
"Dinnertime," Relena said, and slid her hips to the edge of the table.
Heero groaned again, need and fury and desperation in the sound, and grabbed her by the hips, pulling her forward until his face was buried between her legs. He licked and sucked with the drive of a man possessed, and she pressed her palms flat on the table, pushing him on with quick words.
"Watching you, watching you," she said, until it all ran together and she was coming, exploding, hips rocking up against his tongue and his chin and his nose. His fingers were buried inside her, his thumb pressing against her asshole, pushing just the tip in, and she dimly registered Dorothy's words: what you do to another is often what you want done to yourself. Relena made a note with some distant part of her mind, and when Heero began to pull away, she clamped her thighs around his head, pulling him back down.
"More," she ordered, "give me more. Fuck me, fuck all of me--"
Heero didn't protest. She pushed him to keep going, again and again until the orgasms had become breathless little shocks, and she lowered her hips. He sat up, his blue eyes glazed, and she hopped off the table to straddle his lap. He was hard again, and she kissed him deeply, tasting herself on his tongue, along with a bitter saltiness that must be him, as well.
He made no sound as she impaled herself, but his hands gripped her hips tightly.
"Someone's watching us," she murmured, wondering how much farther she could push it.
Heero tensed, then suddenly bucked his hips up, slamming into her. She rode the motion with a grunt, settling down into his punishing rhythm. Curious, Relena leaned back, one arm around Heero's neck while her other hand snaked down behind her to clasp Heero's balls. It was a stretch, a contortion, but she was rewarded with a desperate cry and Heero began pounding faster. She urged him on with whimpers and cries, and he buried his face against her breast, mouthing her through the blouse. Teeth clamped down, tugging on her nipple, and Relena shifted her hips to rub her clit against his pelvic bone. Thin tremors ran through her, and with a last stretch, she pushed her finger down between his thighs and shoved the very tip of her index finger into his asshole.
"And Duo--" She didn't manage to finish, drowned out by Heero's growl.
He came to his feet, dropping her onto the table, and grabbed her hips, slamming into her over and over. Relena gasped, catching her breath at the sudden change in position. It only took a beat and she'd twisted, reaching for Heero's ass. Shoving his pants down further, she pried at his ass, reaching to impale him as well. She couldn't get more than the tip of her finger in, but his startled look was pleasure, pain, ecstasy - mouth open, forehead creased, eyes squeezed tight -a cry caught in his throat. He froze, pressed in as deeply as he could, and she shoved her finger into his asshole, pumping repeatedly. Heero's head hung down, his hips rocking with her movement. He let out a huge breath; his shoulders were shaking. Gradually Relena withdrew her finger, trailing her hands across his ass and around to his hips.
"Relena," he said, in a choked, stunned voice. "Rel... "
"I like it when you fuck me," she announced, and for perhaps the first time, the crude language held a delicious note. Heero remained inside her, bending over to mouth and nip along her neck and down to her breasts, pulling her blouse open with trembling fingers.
I do like it, she thought, and brought out all that she'd learned, turning it over in her head. A great deal learned, she added, and a great deal to ponder.
The next week passed in a blur; it seemed that once Heero had some idea of how to make Relena beg for mercy, he took every opportunity to slide a hand down her jeans, pull up her skirt, and bury his face against her crotch. And he didn't let up until she'd cried out his name several times; he was getting better at ramming his cock deep into her right as she fell over the edge of her final orgasm.
She also noticed that he'd taken to doing it - more often than not - when Dog was nearby. Relena said nothing again about an imaginary third party, although sometimes her fingers clawed at his ass and reached for his balls. Heero's reaction was phenomenal, and she realized it was a surefire way to prompt an orgasm that left him breathless and sated.
Then, two weeks after Dog had come to live with them, he ran away.
The phone rang, and Relena leaped for it, desperate. "Yuy household," she answered, fingers gripping the phone. Heero was out with Jackson, walking the neighborhood, calling for Dog.
"Mrs. Yuy?" A familiar voice, somehow. A man's voice, baritone, laughing.
"Yes, are you calling about the dog? Have you seen him?"
"Excuse me?" The man chuckled. "No, it's Duo Maxwell. I figured I'd look you up--"
"Oh." Relena had to take a breath, get her bearings. "Sorry, our dog ran away."
"I didn't know you had a dog." Duo seemed surprised.
"Yeah, we adopted him - or he adopted us - about two weeks ago. And it's... I don't know," she said, and fought back the tears. She had no idea she'd react this strongly if Dog were suddenly gone. "Heero acts like he can't stand Dog, but he's been looking all day. I had to come home and lie down, but I was hoping someone would have... " She stumbled over her words, and caught herself. "Sorry. I'm sorry, I shouldn't burden you with our problems."
"No worries, Mrs. Yuy--"
"Relena," she corrected him.
"Duo," he shot back, laughing. "You get that man of yours, and I'll bring something by for dinner. Sounds to me like the two of you could use some comforting. Sounds like you're both pretty upset."
Relena sighed heavily. "Actually, we are. I mean, it's Dog. I was getting used to him, and then... " She rubbed her eyes, and glanced around the apartment, wondering if it were clean enough. "Uh, tonight? Dinner? Should we go out--"
"No, I'll bring food, and cook," Duo said. "You just be ready. Half-hour?"
"Oh, uh... sure." Relena barely heard his goodbyes, and hung up, stunned.
Outside the steam-drenched city was fading into an orange-gray dusk, and she knew she might as well call Heero and tell him to come home. They wouldn't find Dog at night, and she didn't want Heero wandering the streets around their apartment building. He might be able to bend steel and kill a man seventeen different ways, but he couldn't dodge a bullet if someone got him from behind. It was hard enough thinking of Dog, leash broken, wandering the city where dickhead cops could catch him - she scowled at her language, but it fit. She didn't want to think of Heero lost, as well.
Heero returned to the apartment building as a taxi pulled up, and Duo got out, plastic bags in hand. He waved to Heero, who jogged over, the two guards following him.
"Jackson, Wong," Heero said, a polite dismissal; both men knew he was appreciative of their help staying over to look for Dog a little longer. A few more quiet words, and the men departed into the city's humid darkness, while Heero turned to take one of the bags from Duo.
"This is unexpected," Heero told him. "Relena said you're cooking dinner?"
"Figured it sounded like you two aren't doing too well," Duo said, shrugging. He paid the cab fare and hoisted the last bag into his arms. The cab pulled away from the curb, but Duo made no motion to head into the apartment building. "Heero," he said, and his face was creased with anxiety, or uncertainty. "I have a question. I'm sorry if it's too personal, but... "
"Ask, and then I can tell you," Heero replied. That kind of preface had always confused him, but Duo seemed like the kind to respect Heero's take on things.
"Your wife... " Duo huffed, and scratched the back of his head, thick braid swinging behind him. "She's... she's not doing well, is she."
"She's been ill for several years."
"No, I mean... recently." Duo shook his head. "When I saw her, before I left, she seemed... she seemed worse than when the night I met you."
"She has good days and bad days," Heero allowed. He turned to head inside, but Duo caught him by the arm.
"Not what I meant," Duo replied. "Have you checked her medication bottles? See if she's taking more than usual?" He glanced away from Heero's puzzled look. "I know, that sounds impertinent of me, but... I've seen her disease before."
"You have?" Heero couldn't hide the shock, nor the excitement. The doctors had spent eight years treating the symptoms, with no known cause. "Where? What happened? Is there a cure?"
"Yes, there's a cure," Duo said, and sighed heavily. "She has to get pregnant."
Heero felt the ground drop out from under him. He could only nod, dumbly, and he knew Duo was saying something else but he couldn't hear and couldn't focus. Instead he led the way into the apartment building, Duo's words echoing in his head. Not until they were in the elevator did his brain finally lock down and begin to process, evincing skepticism where before there was only miserable resignation.
"Why?" The elevator doors pulled back, revealing the Yuy's floor. Down the hall to the right, and Duo followed, his expression somber. Heero shook his head. "I've never heard of a disease that's only cured by--"
"It's not a disease, really," Duo responded; his tone was gentle, understanding. "It's a poison. Introduced into people's bloodstreams by the government, during a number of peace rallies about eight or nine years ago. A type of experiment." Duo paused; when he spoke again, it was barely louder than their footsteps on the checkerboard linoleum tiles. "The idea was to reduce the breeding population among those who might raise their children anti-government. Those who attended the rallies, on the front lines, were exposed to the chemical directly. Those in the back, less so. And those who went to a number of rallies... "
"Relena... " Heero felt ill. All during her high school years, and into college, she'd led numerous war protests in the name of her father's organization. He tightened his grip on the bag in his arms. "If that were so, then some of her friends would be--"
"How many of her friends are still alive?" Duo didn't look his way, but slowed his steps, and Heero slowed as well. "Does she keep in touch with them?"
"Some." Heero racked his mind for names, information. "Noin was at a lot of rallies, and so was Miranda. John Stevenson, and Michael Lee... "
"How many of the women that you recall now have children?"
Heero had to think on that. "I think almost all of them," he finally said. "Relena would know."
"It's called oestrogen-induced anemia," Duo whispered. "High levels of oestrogen sap the body, and these high levels only drop once the woman has ovulated. But the problem is that she only ovulates if she's... mated."
"Relena's had sex," Heero replied, a bit stiffly. He frowned, realizing something. "And after sex, she does seem to feel better for an hour or so, but then it goes back to the way it was... "
"Then something's not right," Duo said; his brow was furrowed. "The presence of sperm in her cervix and uterus--"
"I'm sterile," Heero interrupted. He tried to sound curt, but he knew the words had caught in his throat. "I have a nonexistent sperm count."
Duo's eyes went wide, and he looked away. "I'm sorry. I thought I might be bringing you good news. I didn't realize... "
"It would be, but the army's drugs... " Heero decided he'd said enough. He jerked his head towards the end of the hallway. "Please, don't tell her any of this. Not until I've had a chance to think about it, and right now she's so upset about Dog... "
"Dog," Duo mused, and nodded, accepting the topic change. "So, why didn't you give it a real name?"
"Don't know." Heero shrugged, leading the way the last forty feet to his front door. There was a little sign on the front that said, 'welcome to the Yuys' with flowers painted around the border; he thought it might have been a gift from Trowa. "It just didn't seem right. Like we didn't have the right to name something that wasn't ours."
"But you adopted it."
"No, Relena will tell you Dog adopted us," Heero replied, and shrugged ruefully. "And I think I have to admit she's right."
The door was yanked open, and Relena was standing there, her eyes bright, her cheeks pink. Heero guessed she must have been cleaning frantically, and he frowned enough for her to pick it up. She made a quick face at him, then smiled widely at Duo.
"Ignore my husband," she told Duo. "I'm always right, even if it's nice to be acknowledged. Please, come in! I want to hear all about your travels."
End Part 4
(:./sol/howl4)
