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"Going to Extreme "Written By: Emerald Pillow Disclaimer: I don't own GW or their boys, wish
I did. Warnings: Lanuage, mild violence, hair cutting, and lemon (later on) Pairings: 1x3, RxD Summary: Relena decides she wants a baby after seeing her nephew. Only problem is she needs a donor for the father and she has her sights set on Heero. Rating: NC 17
"Going to Extreme " Chapter 6 Dorothy smiled as she stared down at the small screen in her hands. The image was of a bare chest framed by a terry cloth robe. Due to the lack of muscle, she figured that it was either Trowa, or the wrong apartment. "Be the right apartment." Dorothy whispered softly to herself. "Please be the right apartment." "Heero Yuy?" Shawn's voice eluded the speaker resting in Dorothy's left ear. "Please be Trowa." She urged the image. "I'm his boyfriend." She clenched her fist in victory at hearing Trowa's words. "Yes. We're in." "Okay." Shawn stated, and the view of Trowa's chest came closer. "Have a good day." Dorothy shivered in anticipation, knowing that the goal was nearly reached. Now, she could only hope that Heero wouldn't suspect as Trowa didn't. "Okay Trowa, now set them down in the living room. . .somewhere where I can see your everyday activity." When flesh was removed from the screen, she was a little surprised to find that Trowa had brought them into the bedroom. "Even better my little fly." She cooed, then felt that someone was watching her. She looked up to find a little girl standing before her, curiosity in her large brown eyes. "Who are you talking to lady?" She asked softly in her innocent voice. "My imaginary friend. If you don't mind, scram." The girl appeared surprised a second before running off. It was then that Dorothy noticed an elder couple staring at her in appall. "What are you-" Her question was cut off by Trowa's voice. "That was a quick shower." "Who was at the door? What the hell is that?" Heero's voice could be heard, but not seen just yet. Trowa was now sitting cross legged on the bed, across from where the flowers were placed. "I might be in for a little treat." Dorothy cooed to herself, figuring that if Trowa was wearing only a robe, Heero might be too. After all, it was her duty as a future mother, to know every aspect that her child would be inheriting from Heero's genes; including size. "I was hoping you would be able to answer that, since it was for you. Is there something you'd like to tell me Heero? What's wrong?" "It's Dorothy." "Relena's Dorothy?" "Don't catch on. Don't catch on." Dorothy pleaded and held the screen closer. It was then that Heero finally came into the picture. His body was perfect; like Michaelango's David. Dorothy slowly slid her hand over Heero's chest. That was the body that she wanted her son to have. A strong, firm structure, healthy and athletic. It was a shame that Heero was hoarding such fine qualities. She listened intently, glad that the subject was on her acts against Duo's instead of the pot that was sitting on their dresser, betraying their secrecy. "That's right Heero. Give me credit where it's due. I'll get to you, just as I got to Duo. This afternoon, you will be donating to our son." "Well, the bottom line is that they're not letting this go Tro. Maybe you should watch out too." "I think I can handle a lot better than Duo." "That's what you think Trowa. As long as these flowers are in your apartment, you'll be putty in my hands soon." Dorothy's smile widen. "I'm not so sure. Duo's not really that easy of a case to bust open. She knew exactly where to strike, and you're not as solid as you once were." "Thanks a lot." "I'm being honest. It'll only make sense that they try to get me through you." "Truer words have never been spoken." Dorothy agreed and nodded with closed eyes. When she opened them again, she witnessed Trowa's hand slide under Heero's towel. "Will you, at least, be a few minutes late?" Trowa whispered softly as he removed the towel from Heero's erect penis. Dorothy's eyes widen. "Holy shit." She wasn't sure what was more amazing; Heero's size, or the fact that Trowa could swallow that much without choking. "Relena, darling, that would have killed you." She whispered softly as she gawked at the scene playing before her. Heero leaned back on his elbows as he watched himself slide in and out of Trowa's mouth. He gently rubbed the robe separating his flesh from Trowa's. He closed his eyes, focusing on the warmth surrounding him. "What are you waiting for?" He asked quietly, and Trowa ceased his actions. He straddled his lover, guiding the slick member into his descending body. Once fully inside, Heero pulled the rope keeping Trowa's robe together, and slid it from his bruised body. "Who would have known that Heero Yuy liked to be rough." Dorothy stated after seeing Trowa's back in the camera. In a way, she felt pity for him. On the other hand, he must fully enjoy it, or he wouldn't instigate as he had. She watched the couple having sex, and learned quickly why Trowa sounded hoarse that morning in the airport. Her smile returned as they switched positions, revealing Heero's backside. "Extra points for a nice ass." As Heero released, Dorothy looked down at her watch. They were behind schedule by ten minutes. Heero should have already been gone; yet he was taking his time bringing about Trowa's climax. It wasn't until that occurred that he quickly washed up a little, dressed, and left. Strangely enough, he didn't even bother to kiss Trowa good-bye; at least, not from what Dorothy could witness and hear. She watched the screen closely until Trowa pass by again. She assumed that he headed into the bathroom for a shower, as she could suddenly hear water running in the background. Five minutes later, she looked up to find Heero's car pass the park. No doubt, he would have noticed Dorothy if not for the dark sunglasses, manly clothes, and her blonde hair being pushed under her hat. She sat on her spot on the bench until she could no longer see his car. She then pushed to her feet and began the walk to their apartment building. Just as she exit the park, Trowa appeared in the bedroom again. This time, he was completely naked, and rummaging through a chest for clothes. Relieved, Dorothy pulled something from her pocket. It was a hand held dentate. Smiling victoriously, she pressed the button. Victory was finally at hand, and she could almost hear the cries of her future son. ~ "Hello there Heero Yuy. Sorry to pull you from your busy work-" Her eyes widen as she noticed he was reaching to end the call. "Come on now. Don't be like that, I'm sure Trowa'll be upset if you hang up." "Trowa?" Heero's hand stopped and his full attention was given to Dorothy. Chuckling, the blonde stepped to the side to reveal Trowa. The Latin was tied in a love swing; a hard ball strapped in his mouth, and dressed in a high school girl's uniform. Dorothy had even taken the time out to place makeup on his face. His green eyes were blazing with hatred's fire. The scene aroused Heero slightly until Dorothy appeared over Trowa's shoulder. "Doesn't he make such a pretty girl? Here's the deal. I made an appointment for you to donate at a fertility center this afternoon. Five o'clock sharp, and not a minute later. Once we receive a sample of your sperm, you'll receive a message of where to find Trowa. Oh, and don't bother trying to figure where we are now, because this is actually a recording that was made before the phone call. We're in an entirely different location by now." She grinned widely and chuckled. "When you get here, he'll be in this position, so you can have your way with him before saving him. Refuse to donate, and Trowa'll become a full fledged girl." She cooed and grabbed the front of Trowa's skirt. "I know a very skilled doctor that will perform the task. He owes me one." She winked quickly. "We both know you don't like women, so don't forget, five o'clock sharp. I already gave your receptionist the address to the fertility center. Bye now." The screen darken and Heero slightly scorned his lover for letting his guard down. Then he imaged the sight of Trowa in the short blue skirt and his erection harden.
"I thought you were use to having large objects lodged in your mouth for long periods of time." Sighing, she stood and walked over to her prisoner. She removed the gag, half expecting to get an ear full from the kidnapped man, but he didn't speak at first. "Wow, you're being better than I expected." "Crazy bitch." "Now that wasn't nice. You really do make a cute girl Trowa. If I didn't know any better, I'd like to suck your tits." "Fuck you." "Ooo. . .are you mouthy to Heero? Is that why he beats you when you fuck?" "That's none of your damn business. Did you even consider the reason why Heero wouldn't agree to this?" "He's Heero. He never does anything the easy way." "Dorothy, the full fire power of a Gundam dentate five feet behind him, and he survived. Doesn't that tell you anything?" "He's the perfect man." "No. He's not." "What?" "This sperm sample that you've forced him into giving isn't going to do a damn good. He can't bare children." Confusion swept over Dorothy's features at this revelation. Trowa sighed and bowed his head. "He was altered at a young age to be the perfect assassin. Meaning, he would have to be able to complete any mission without leaving evidence that he existed. Let's just say, for instance, that he had to sleep with someone for information; his sperm couldn't be left behind as proof that he did. You watched us fuck. Didn't it strike you odd that he didn't cum in me?" "He's a freak that likes to cum on his lovers instead of inside? I've seen your little love nest, complete with your 'toys', as well as your back, so please don't ask me to try to think along Heero's lines. In any case, it doesn't matter." She turned her eyes toward the surveillance cameras of the center. A curve pulled her lips as she noticed Heero enter the room. "Dorothy-" Not wanting to hear any more, Dorothy rammed the gag back into Trowa's mouth. "Good after noon sir, how can I help you?" A professional woman asked as her new customer entered the room. His eyes widen and he walked over to the counter, trying to remember what he was told. "Hello. I'm Heero Yuy. Some lesbos wanted me to shoot in a cup today. I think I could use a little help. Would you mind giving me a hand." The lady behind the counter smirked and reached somewhere under what could be seen and resurfaced with a few magazines. His eyes widen even more as he noticed what was given to him. "He's acting strangely." Dorothy commented as she realized that he was talking more with the receptionist. She glanced over at Trowa, hoping to get some kind of reaction from him, but all he was doing was watching in silent anger.
"So you gave in to them after all." Trowa stated and lowered his gaze, waiting for Heero to release him. Heero chuckled and leaned forward to kiss Trowa's forehead. "I couldn't allow them to remove one of your better assets. Though I'm a little curious as to how they managed to get you like this." "A few minutes after you left, those damn flowers let off some sort of knock out gas." Heero smiled at Trowa's shame. He stepped closer and slid his hand up Trowa's skirt. "I didn't give in to them." Trowa looked up in confusion. "The bad thing about security cameras is that you really can't get a good look." "So you tipped off a look alike." "Actually, it was Duo's ideal, and he hooked me up. Said it was the start of his 'revenge' sequence. Those crazy girls got on the bad side of the wrong person." Trowa smirked. With the receptionist unaware of Heero's normal behavior and voice, she couldn't make the connection. From watching the security cameras, Dorothy was unable to hear his voice. "Can you let me down now?" "Not yet. . .but soon." A wicked smile pulled Heero's lips, and somehow, Trowa had a feeling that he would soon careless that he had been strapped for the pass six hours. ~ ~ * ~
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