Type K Part 17
by Kira Maxwell
Relena stood straight and tall in front of the bathroom mirror, checking her appearance carefully. Smoothing her hair and adjusting the straps of her summer dress, she smiled. You’re gonna stun him, Darlian.
With a confident toss of her head, she left the bathroom, crossed her bedroom and opened the door, stepping out into the hallway. Both of the guards looked up at her, and she shot them a cold look. The one to her left piped up first. “Mrs. Khushrenada, may I ask where your going?”
“To see my husband,” Relena replied. She cut the guard off with a dismissive gesture as she stalked away down the hall, feeling the men’s eyes on her as her hips swayed while she walked. Smirking to herself, Relena felt pleased at the formidable feeling that flooded her. This was a pleasant change. With swift steps, the blonde-haired woman covered the space between the quarters level up the two flights of stairs to the office level above. She made a beeline for Treize’s office, cutting off the guards standing outside and throwing open the door without knocking.
Treize was seated at his desk, feet propped up on its edge. He looked up in surprise, then smiled. “Relena. To what do I owe the intrusion, dearest wife?”
Relena chuckled at his use of endearment and settled herself into the leather chair opposite him, crossing her long legs and folding her hands in her lap. She tilted her face up at him. “I’ve come to you with wonderful news.”
“And what would this be?” Treize raised an eyebrow.
“I’m pregnant.”
The look of shock on Treize’s face summoned a belly-deep laugh from Relena. “Don’t look so consternated, Treize. It’s your baby. Your heir.”
Treize recovered himself, regarding her carefully. “You’re sure of this?”
“Positive.”
He smiled with a look in his eyes that was at once both calculating and excited. “Excellent. You’ve done very well, my dear. Very well.” He got up from his seat, circling around the desk, and looking down at her. Relena tilted her head up.
“Treize?”
“Ssh.” He pressed a finger against her lips, then leaned down and kissed her roughly.
For once, inspired by a passion heated and sinful as his own, she reciprocated.
*~*~*
Wufei sighed deeply as he mounted the stairs leading up from the clinic. He walked slowly, not anticipating what was to come. Bringing the boss bad news wasn’t one of his favorite pastimes. But he also understood that at present he was the best alternative. If Quatre had come up here to talk to Treize, the blonde would have gotten both of them killed by revealing his attachment to Trowa. Wufei didn’t want that. He had no idea how he was going to manage it, but he would try to find a way to get both Quatre and himself out of this alive.
He didn’t hear anyone inside the office when he got to the door. Knocking softly, he said, “Boss, may I have a moment with you?”
No answer. Sighing deeply, he turned the knob and opened the door, only to be struck by a sight that made him jump in surprise.
Relena and Treize were tangled in each other’s arms, heatedly kissing. And the odd thing was Relena was not struggling against the man that was both rapist and husband to her.
Unable to think of anything better to do, Wufei shut the door quickly and stepped back. The day kept getting stranger and stranger.
*~*~*
Zechs’s eyes widened in shock as he felt a sudden pain in his back and side. He cried out, sliding down the wall, and slumped against the floor.
Oh God, she shot me.
Head swimming, he reached a hand and touched his stomach. When he drew away, he saw a splotch of red on his palm. He sighed deeply. So this was how things were going to end.
It wasn’t fair, he thought. Not fair that his life should be ended by the one thing he’d ever loved and tried to do right by. Wasn’t fair that after all of this he wouldn’t be able to save Relena. Wasn’t fair that, after all, Treize would win in the end. And most unfair of all, he still loved her.
He didn’t know how he could, but Zechs still loved Noin. His head swimming, he found it harder to think. He shut his eyes so he wouldn’t have to watch the edges of his vision go blurry.
Still love you, Noin. I still love you, and you shot me, and now I’m dying.
He was almost unconscious when he felt the sensation of somebody lifting him up from the floor. He opened his eyes and croaked, “Who is it?”
“Me, Zechs. I’m here for you.”
*~*~*
“You’re very lovely today, Mrs. Khushrenada,” Treize said, bringing his lips up to meet hers as they both sank down into the chair. He closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of her wedged tightly between his body and the chair. She moaned softly under his kiss, pressing her breasts against him, nipples hardening. Raising an arm to wrap tightly around his neck she mumbled, “I hate you, you son of a bitch, you know that...” But she didn’t stop kissing him, though. Hate and lust held equal sway over her actions at this point.
His hands were already working deep beneath her skirt, fingers probing straight into her womanhood. He kissed her harder, too rough for her delicate lips, and murmured in reply, “You’re my wife and there’s nothing you can do about it...”
She raised her leg, foot still clad in a sharp high heel, and pressed it pointedly against his groin. “I can’t, can I?” She shuddered a little as his fingers worked inside her, her arousal coating his fingers in slick silvery liquid.
He intercepted her foot with his free hand. With that out of the way, he was able to continue, shutting her up by kissing her deeply and digging his fingers deeper into her. Relena drew her foot away, leaving her high heel in his hand and letting her foot fall to the ground. Her back arched, and she writhed under his ministrations, bucking her hips upwards a little, impatient.
She felt the muscles in her loins tensing, bunching up as she drew closer to her peak.
She growled audibly when Treize drew his fingers away at the last moment.
“Patience is a virtue, darling.”
He lifted her easily out of the chair, an arm wrapped around her waist, and laid her flat out on the industrial carpeting on the office’s floor. Pushing up her skirt so it bunched around her hips, he unbuckled his belt and shoved off his trousers and shoes, and then entered her abruptly. She was on fire.
If Relena could have seen herself, she would have laughed at how ridiculous she looked, with her skirt bunched up, so undignified, hose still held on by her garters, and only one high heel left on her foot. Her head was thrown back, hair messy, face flushed with exertion. Treize began to thrust aggressively, pounding her against the floor with a dull bump, bump, bump. Treize’s hand fumbled over one of her breasts, caressing it roughly and almost ripping her shirt open. All the while, he was kissing her feverishly.
When the end came, Relena didn’t know who came first. She knew only a potent mixture of pain and pleasure, then release, and finally Treize’s weight as he sagged against her. His sides heaved, and he pressed his face between her breasts, nuzzling almost like a pup seeking milk from its mother’s teat.
He let her hand fall onto his damp head, tangling her fingers in his mussed hair. He was a little boy at this moment, she thought. Just a little boy.
And under her complete control.
~TBC~
Kira Maxwell
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