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"Mail Order Bride"Written By: t-shirt Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and its characters are
copyright to Sunrise, Bandai, Sotsu Agency, and associated parties.
I make no money with this fic. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: Crazy insane Relena. Cross dressing
Hiiro (Don’t freak! He’s a man with a mission!) AU/Romantic/Adventure Beta’ed by the lovely Mechante Fille ^-^ Pairings: 1x2, 3x4, 5+all Summary: One young man’s desire for a life
partner prompts him to act on an ad for a mail order bride. However,
the bliss he had dreamed of seems an illusive dream until things start
to heat up and he discovers his bride is not epitome of young femininity
he had thought her to be. " Mail Order Bride" Ch 2 I spent the next three days trying to figure out how to approach her again. Every moment of every hour of every day the memory of her touch seared my mind and left me aching for more. What would it be like to actually touch her? To feel her under me, as a part of me and know she wanted it just as much as I did. I had to find out how she felt and what she wanted before I fell any harder for her and ended up hopelessly lost if she left. I guess she noticed because she kept averting her eyes and blushing and every time her face heated up it made me want her that much more. I was taking a shower and doing my best to rein in the rampant excitement knowing I would be granted some clue as to her state of mind in less than an hour, when the urge to hold her came over me strong once again. I knew I’d better handle the problem before we went to the Onaka home and I ended up embarrassing us both and was in the process of doing just that when the bathroom door opened and I felt every muscle in my body seize. “Iuy?” What was she doing in there? Gods, please don’t let her see what I was doing! “If you need to use the restroom I’ll be out in just… Iuy?!” I gasped when she pulled the curtain open and stood silently gazing at my nakedness as I demonstrated my candid ability for the full body blush. Her eyes went straight to the erection standing between my legs and I felt my skin flush hotter yet. “W…wait!” I hissed when she raised a hand and tried to lay it on my chest, her fingers burned in contrast to the temperature of my skin and her kimono was getting soaked. “Your clothes.” But she didn’t seem to care about her clothes and dragged her hand down my belly to boldly grip my cock and every thought I had had of stopping her went right out the window. “Jesus,” I groaned. “I wish I knew why.” Truly I did but the presence of her other hand on my chest firmly pushing me back into the wall robbed me of my curiosity. She remained outside the tub steadily stroking me as she held me firm until the heat overwhelmed me and I reached for her whereupon she insistently pinned my arms to the wall over my head and reached for the soap. Damn she was strong for a girl, but again I found myself enormously excited by her dominant approach and suddenly my fantasies of her went from her lying beneath me to her rising above me and I cried out loud when slick fingers slipped along the crack of my ass. It was wholeheartedly embarrassing as I groaned and parted my legs but she was doing things to me that refused to allow any denial and the next thing I knew she had my wrists clamped in one hand, the other buried in my ass and her mouth around my aching erection and all I could do was try to remember to breathe. A task not so easily achieved considering what was going on inside me, but she appeared to have no trouble executing her multifaceted role and had my knees shaking like mad before the water went cold. “Iuy,” I groaned when she released me and turned off the water. I no longer had it in me to be mortified when she pulled me from the shower and dumped me in my bed still dripping wet, but I managed a deep mantel when she kneeled beside me and started to tie a sash from her kimono around my eyes. “What the…?” I gasped but she slapped my hands away and as much as I wanted to stop her, as much as I knew I shouldn’t be letting a girl I hardly knew reduce me to such a vulnerable state, I desperately wanted to feel whatever she was going to do. It wasn’t like she was tying my hands and maybe it was like Hilde had suggested, maybe she was just terrible shy. At that moment I wasn’t all that concerned with the why because her hand had once again wrapped around my shaft and everything else just sort of sizzled and evaporated in the heat. “I’d rather see you,” I told her and she kissed me but made no move to grant my request. I wasn’t about to complain because I suddenly felt her skin against mine and realized she was naked beside me. “Ah gods,” I groaned arching back under her expert ministrations and she laid her weight on me and I felt the warmth of her skin and the silken presence of whatever remained of her kimono between us and reached to take her in my arms but once again she denied me the privilege pinning my arms to the bed. “Let me touch you,” I begged and was rewarded with a low-throated chuckle that took me by surprise with its warm, thick consistency. What would her voice sound like? Would it be low and base like her laugh? Or was that sound simply the product of her passion because I could tell she was certainly excited by the way her arms trembled and the hungry nature of her kiss. She drove me utterly freaking nuts for a time kissing me, her hands both securing me and pleasuring me in turn as she left little love bites all along my neck and collarbone and writhed on top of me. I gasped when she moved from my groin to my ass, her fingers slick with something though I was sure it wasn’t soap sinking deep inside me and I groaned long and deep as my legs spread out beneath her. “That is so weird,” I panted knowing she knew very well how much I was enjoying it as her hips pressed her hand deeper and I felt a rush explode inside me that threatened to end it all right then and there. She wouldn’t allow it however, and took me back down to a slow torture, rocking me gently, and I felt myself blindingly enraptured by the fact that her breathing was heavy and I could tell her gaze was upon me with heated desire. Gods, I wanted to see her eyes! “Let me see y…nn!” I groaned, finding myself on the receiving end of a kiss that scorched me right down to my very core. Yes, she wanted me, wanted me desperately. I was certain of that and utterly blown away by how much her need to dominate me was lighting me on fire. I wished she had tied me down; I wished she would mount me and take me all the way to heaven. I wished she would find a way to get deeper inside me as she rocked her hips into mine, her fingers just short of granting me what I needed most then suddenly she growled; a frightening sound in its primal complexity and I shouted something completely incoherent when she sank and sucked me down her throat. “Iuy!” I cried as my fingers sank into her thick hair, my hips matching her movements as she probed inside me for that elusive need that just screamed to be found. Her mouth was so hot, her right hand insistently digging for my ultimate surrender and her left… I have no idea about because it wasn’t on me but it was the least of my worries. I called her name again when I felt the coil inside me shiver and quake and knew my time had come when I felt her groan around me and take me deeper down her throat and the next thing I knew we were both shaking like mad, my fingers buried as deeply in her hair as hers were in my body as she drained me of every drop of essence she could milk until we both lay gasping for air and utterly spent. I was … bewildered beyond words. Did all women cum like that? “Iuy I…” but she was kissing me again and I found for the first time my arms were free and I wrapped them around her, gathering warm satin skin and folds of silken fabric in my arms and just thanked my lucky stars she hadn’t taken those tickets and ran. “Jesus,” I sighed, holding her tight. “What am I going to do with you?” I smiled, not really all that concerned with the question at that moment until, “Oh shit!” Damn it! We had missed our appointment with Onaka! What was wrong with me!? Shit! I dumped her and her crumbled kimono in the bed and shot up to go make the call and apologize. “Damn, sorry,” I started with her first as I jerked the blindfold off and froze for a moment when I got a look at her laying there, her warm skin peeking out of the sea of fabric here and there as she gazed amusedly up at me and my heart flip flopped in my chest. “I have to call Onaka,” I explained. “Remember? Onaka?” but she just smirked and stared at me. “Never mind, I’ll be right back,” I told her regardless of whether she understood. I had to make the call and hope they would forgive me and still be willing to help us out. Mr. Onaka wasn’t terribly pleased but he did reschedule for later in the day and I thanked him profusely and decided we should probably take a gift along to thank them properly when we went. Iuy had wrapped herself back up in another kimono, a dark blue one this time, and was hanging the other still damp silk all over my bedroom when I came back. “Hey,” I cooed, taking the liberty of slipping up behind her and wrapping my arms around her waist and I was pleased when she leaned into me and allowed me to nuzzle her neck. “Want to go shopping with me?” I guess she must’ve gotten some crossed signals because she turned in my arms and reversed our positions, her arms snaking around my waist to pull me close as she kissed me and I felt my bones vibrate right down to the tips of my toes. “Mmm, umm, we need to go out,” I protested, pulling away from her. “You know? Shopping?” I smiled but she just stared at me until I got a sudden inspiration and pulled out my gold card. “Shopping,” I grinned and was gratified to see her laugh though she repressed the sound of it under her hand before she smiled at me and nodded. Where else could I take her but the mall? It’s a nice one with a huge terrarium rising up through the center, laden with vines and artistic water fountains and every type of shop known to man. All I had to do was figure out what to buy the Onakas as a thank you gift and we’d be all set. However, I didn’t count on having so much fun with her while we were there. She insisted on dragging me into a clothing store where I got to model for her and ended up with three new shirts, one of which I wouldn’t be caught dead in outside our apartment but it made her eyes darken and leer at me so I had to have it. I wanted to buy her something as well and managed to get her across the threshold of several likely shops but each time she’d grimace at the western attire and tugged me along to look at something else. Didn’t women wear modern clothes in Japan? Of course they did, I knew it, but she seemed wholly disinterested so I finally gave up. She did let me buy her lunch where a pack of giggling mall rat girls made a huge deal out of her traditional garb until she glared them into submission and they faded into the recesses of the mall. She certainly had a way about her, that girl of mine. I couldn’t stop smiling the entire afternoon, not even when she crushed her ice cream cone into my face and giggled like a loon while I drowned in mint chocolate chip. We stopped to see a movie but we ended up necking through most of it. I could tell she wanted more than the searing kisses we were sharing but she refused to allow me to touch her in such a public place. It wasn’t until we came out of the theater that I realized how late it was and started putting some serious thought into a gift. I wished I could ask her what would be proper but that was impossible so I decided on a cake and nice bottle of wine which I packed carefully in the back seat before driving us to the Onaka residence. Everything was going great, she was even holding my hand, her thumb softly caressing my palm when we pulled up in front of the house and her entire demeanor changed. “What’s wrong?” I asked when she pulled her hand away and glared at me, the confusion in her eyes apparent by the way they started to dart here and there. It was almost as if she were afraid someone might see us. “Hey, relax,” I soothed. “These people are going to help us talk to each other.” Damn it. She didn’t understand; as a matter of fact, she looked like a spooked horse and I couldn’t figure out what it was about Japanese people that disturbed her so much. I was incredibly uncomfortable taking her inside because she so obviously didn’t want to go. Onaka greeted us, smiling at her in a way that made me even more uncomfortable and I wondered if the kimono had something to do with it because he seemed very interested in it for some reason. We were introduced to his wife and daughter, who we had met at the restaurant, but there was no sign of a grandmother so far. “Is your grandmother well?” I asked, trying to breech the subject of getting on with this as tactfully as possible. “I’m afraid I must apologize,” Onaka smiled and I felt the sudden urge to step in front of Iuy, separating her from the lot of them. “I’m sorry for the deception but it seemed like the easiest way to convince you to come here.” “What are you talking about?” I asked none too happily. wtf? “My grandmother died ten years ago,” he chuckled but I didn’t see anything amusing about the confession. “Then why did you lie to us?” I demanded, trying to stay between Iuy and Onaka but she kept side-stepping me and I was suddenly more afraid for him than her. She looked royally pissed. “Because I told him to,” a new voice chuckled and it was all I could do to keep Iuy from storming forward when a young woman with honey blond hair stepped into the room and smiled at her. “Hello, Hiiro,” she grinned and I did a double take wondering why she would address her by her last name. But it wasn’t her last name. “Her name is Hiiroshi,” I corrected. “You must be looking for someone else.” “Very clever,” the woman laughed. “But you didn’t really think you could escape, did you?” I was about to inform the bitch that she had the wrong girl when the room suddenly erupted in a shouting match, but I had no idea what was going on because everyone was shouting in Japanese, including Iuy who I was disturbed to realize had the deepest, most manly voice I had ever heard from a woman. “Shut up!” I roared, holding my irate wife back. “Will someone please tell me what the hell is going on!?” “Yes, Hiiro,” the woman laughed. “By all means, why don’t you explain?” But Iuy didn’t speak; she just stood there glaring death and damnation at the girl until Onaka decided to take the reins. “Mr. Muller, Alex!” he called and I tensed when two more men joined us. “Would you please show Mr. Yui to his room?” “Who the hell is Mr. Yui?!” I growled guarding Iuy protectively. “He is,” the girl laughed, pointing to my bride and I got the sudden urge to slap the shit out of her. “Look lady,” I scowled. “I don’t know who it is you’re looking for, but Iuy is my wife.” “Wife?!” she roared, laughing so hard the others began to chuckle as well but I didn’t see what was so funny. “Is that why you’re wearing that get up?” she chortled. “Oh, honestly. That is just too funny.” “I don’t see what’s so funny about it,” I informed her. “Well, then,” she giggled. “Why don’t we show you?” And suddenly the room exploded in a flurry of fists and commotion as Onaka and his henchmen jumped us. I ended up being restrained by the one he had called Alex while Onaka and the other wrestled Iuy into submission. “Let her go!” I shouted but the blonde girl only seemed for find my outrage amusing. “Don’t you want to get to know your new wife?” she smiled, walking over to Iuy and I barked and struggled when she reached out and jerked her kimono open until I saw that my wife had no breasts and my stomach turned to sand. “Holy shit.” Was that my voice? Holy shit. “You see?” the girl smiled triumphantly, but all I could see was the horrified expression in Iuy’s… no… Hiiro’s? eyes. Holy shit! “It was a very clever disguise,” the girl laughed, petting the hard planes of his chest and I had the urge to jerk her arm off. “But you cannot hide from your destiny,” she smiled but he was still looking at me and I at… him. She was a he. He was a guy. And I had… we had… Holy shit. “Hiiro?” I inquired. “Hai,” he replied. Holy shit. “Anything else I should know?” I asked, feeling ultimately betrayed, unreasonably protective and utterly confused about how I felt about all this as he evenly replied. “No, that’s about it.” He spoke English. All this time. Holy… “It is unfortunate you got caught up in all of this,” the girl sighed. “But we’ll set it all right. Thank you for returning him to me.” “What is she going on about?” I asked Iuy… Hiiro. “Mr. Yui is under contract,” she informed me. “Contract my ass,” Hiiro scoffed. “You committed yourself,” she countered. “I was nine years old!” he growled, fighting again to free himself. “Hey!” I barked, feeling something dangerous rise into my chest as Onaka wrenched his arm behind his back. “Lay off! Let him go!” Fuck this shit. These people weren’t cops. “The contract is legally binding all the same,” the girl simpered. “What fucking contract?!” I snarled, pulling against my captor. “That is none of your concern,” she informed me. “Now, if you’ll excuse us.” Good old Alex was intent on dumping me on the curb, but one look at how the others were pushing Hiiro down the hall was all it took for me to change his mind. I left him groaning in a heap by the front door as I marched through the house and knee capped that son of a bitch, Onaka. Once Hiiro had a free arm, Muller went down without much effort and we headed for the front door while the girl screeched and bellowed his name, but we didn’t look back until I was burning a smoke trail behind the car and breaking every traffic law known to man.
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