Disclaimer: I don't own them and I don't make any money off of them.
Warnings: Male/Male sex, graphic, language, violence, abuse.
Higher Ups
Kracken
6x2
"Well, isn't this embarrassing?" Duo grumbled as he tried to pull his dignity up around him. He didn't have much else, since his clothing was only a torn shirt and a pair of very ripped pants. They had caught on rebar and construction debris, and had ripped to shreds while he had scrambled under a hail of bullets. Trotting through the nearby forest, towards his pickup point, the material fluttered and skin chilled in the cold breeze.
The guards had pursued him half heartedly. Just a kid making trouble, he was sure they were thinking, though he was several years past legal. That, and the dark and cold forest, made the lazy guards unwilling to do more than fire off a few rounds. It supported Duo's findings that it was indeed a simple construction site and not the drug factory they were looking for.
A wasted trip and ruined clothes, Duo thought, and scraped up knees and elbows that he was sure the others, at headquarters, would have a good laugh over.
Duo was surprised to see who was waiting for him at the pickup point, leaning against the side of a jeep and sipping hot coffee from a thermos. The white hair caught in the moonlight, and the blue eyes sparkled as the man switched on a light, one handed, and sought out Duo with it.
"It's a bust," Duo growled and hopped into the jeeps passenger side. "Nothing going on there but making an expensive hotel in the middle of nowhere. Stupid, suspicious, but not illegal."
"Damn!" Milliardo Peacecraft swore as he capped his thermos and then climbed into the driver's side.
They pulled onto the winding forest road as Duo checked his weapons and put on their safeties. Milliardo glanced over at him and then raised a pale eyebrow. "What happened to your clothes?"
Duo replied sourly, "I'm sure you heard the gunfire?" His eyes swept sideways at Milliardo, "Not that you seemed worked up about that. Here you were, having coffee, and I could have been stretched out full of bullets."
"I didn't hear any bullets," Milliardo protested. "The forest deadens sound."
"Okay..." Duo hardly felt mollified. He sank down into his seat, pulling ineffectually at his clothes. Even his underwear was ripped wide open. "They're going to have a good laugh about this at headquarters," he complained.
Milliardo glanced at him again and then his hands stroked the steering wheel for a moment. Finally, he said, "I have a chalet not far from here. Though my clothes won't fit you, they might do until you can acquire a uniform. It will save you embarrassment."
Duo considered the offer as he bent a knee to hide his more private parts from the man. "Yeah, that sounds good. Thanks."
Duo looked over at Milliardo and saw the man's slight smile in the dim glow of the car's interior lights. He was so much larger than he was, Duo thought, conscious of his own slim frame and shorter stature. With wide shoulders and big hands, Milliardo's killer looks made staring hard to resist.
"So, why are you out here, boss man, and not a flunky?" Duo wanted to know.
"All of our 'flunky's' were otherwise engaged," Milliardo replied. "My rank doesn't exclude me from these kinds of operations."
"Okay," Duo grunted. "That's nice, I guess. I've always hated bigwigs that won't get their hands dirty."
Milliardo nodded and turned his car into a long drive that led up to a house tucked in among trees and rocks. The lights were out, but a remote on his key chain remedied that. The glow from the windows was muted by curtains.
"No servants?" Duo wondered.
"None," Milliardo replied as he parked the car and turned up a knee so that he could face Duo. His eyes flicked down, as if against his will, to Duo's near nakedness. "We'll be quite alone."
Duo swallowed nervously. "We're just staying... long enough to get clothes, right? I really have to get back and make a report."
"Whatever you would like," Milliardo said smoothly and then slipped out of the car with the grace of a large, white panther.
Duo shivered. "Just clothes," he said to himself, as if he needed that firm agenda, and followed Milliardo.
The house was full of very fine furniture and expensive carpeting. Duo felt self conscious in his filth and torn clothing as he stood and watched Milliardo move confidently about.
"You should shower, as well," Milliardo suggested as he lifted up a decanter of brandy and made a motion towards Duo with it. When Duo shook his head at both offers, the man poured himself a glass.
Duo rubbed a hand along one chilled, dirty arm and then changed his mind, calling himself an idiot for letting Milliardo make him nervous. "I guess a hot shower does sound good... but what about the clothes?"
Milliardo had the grace to look uncomfortable as he replied,"I've had, 'associates', stay here. They've left enough articles of clothing, that something should fit you."
"Uh... right. Back in a few," Duo replied quickly, wanting out of that particular conversation. He could guess the real meaning of 'associates'. It didn't make him feel any easier to know that he was in the house where Milliardo took his dates.
As Duo picked through the clothing in the drawers of a spare bedroom, he couldn't help noticing that they were all nearly his size, which was remarkable in itself, since he was broad in the shoulder, but rather short and slim. It told him that he was Milliardo's 'type', and that made him want to get his shower done quickly. He needed to get out of that situation fast.
As he marveled at the expensive fixtures in the shower, and reveled in the steaming hot jets of water, he began to wonder at himself. Why should he want to get away from someone as good looking, and with as many connections as Milliardo Peacecraft? He soaped a slightly hardening cock as he imagined himself, sprawled on his back, on expensive sheets, and spreading his legs for...
"He's your boss," Duo whispered to the water and the tile walls. "He's a nutcase of the highest caliber. He tried to destroy Earth. He almost killed Heero... well, that's a plus, but still...." He could still feel the sting and deep bruising of Heero's fists and the intense pain of their 'first time'. That brief relationship had been sick enough to make Duo cautious about hooking up with another sadistic bastard.
"Are you finding what you need?" Milliardo called out.
Duo flinched, his hand leaving his cock, guiltily. "Uh, yeah! Be out in just a sec..."
Duo turned off the water, dried off, and then put on the clothes. The white shirt had black lapels, and the pants were severely pressed and made from a material that was finer than any he had ever worn. The gray material slid sinfully over his skin and hugged him tightly. Duo was almost embarrassed to put on his dirty socks and heavy work shoes.
Coming back into the living room, Duo nodded to Milliardo, who was washing out his glass and putting it away.
"Ready to go. Thanks again," Duo said, wanting to hurry the man up.
Milliardo's eyes traveled over him and Duo saw the unconcealed appreciation there. "Don't worry about returning those. I don't have any need for them."
"Okay," Duo replied nervously and watched Milliardo pick up his keys and do a slow circuit of the house, checking things over before they left.
Why was he disappointed that Milliardo remained the perfect professional? As they drove back to headquarters, Duo couldnt help glancing at the man's profile. Again he imagined being underneath that man's weight, pinned and letting him... Part of him wanted that, but Heero had made him afraid of it too.There were no good experiences to outweigh his very bad ones.
"Something wrong?" Milliardo asked, glancing sideways briefly at Duo.
Duo swallowed hard and turned to look out of the window. "No."
"My reputation, makes you uneasy, perhaps?" Milliardo guessed.
Duo blinked, frowned, and then replied, "No, not really. I guess... I guess I'm just not used to being so close to royalty."
Milliardo shrugged. "I'm hardly that any more."
"Still..." Duo shrugged and then smiled and didn't continue. He was being stupid, he told himself. It wasn't as if he had a chance. He was just... lonely.. and needy. Celibacy wasn't easy for someone his age, even with the memory of pain, to curb it. It made him think about crazy things, about having sex with his boss.
They drove into the parking garage and Duo said, "Thanks again."
"You're welcome," Milliardo replied and then, cautiously, "May I ask something, Duo?"
"Yeah, here it comes!" Duo snarled, feeling a sudden wash of fear and anger. "This is where you ask to get into my pants, right? Lost your nerve back at the house and now you want to do a last ditch 'come on', is that it? Well, I don't fuck with the boss man!"
Milliardo looked shocked, mouth slightly open and pale brows drawn down. He went stiff and very formal, then, opening his door and half stepping out. "That wasn't my intention at all, Agent Maxwell," he replied. "I was about to ask if you'd be willing to join a new special ops team that I'm contemplating. Forgive me, if I gave any indication of impropriety."
Duo felt his face go hot and then cold and then he was scrambling out of the car. He searched for something to say as Milliardo exited the car as well, carefully straightening his clothes. He wasn't sure why he had reacted to Milliardo that way, especially when he had been thinking along those lines himself. His mouth had reacted on pure autopilot, as if he needed to defend himself, if even verbally, from some kind of assault.
"I-I'm sorry," Duo managed at last. "I don't know why..."
"Let's forget about this incident," Milliardo replied smoothly. "A misunderstanding."
Duo nodded dumbly and found himself unable to follow as Milliardo entered the elevator. He watched the doors close and then he slumped back against the car. What the hell was wrong with him? he wondered.
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"Work is inside the building, Maxwell," Wu Fei said sarcastically as he passed him by, tightening his Preventer tie and hefting a briefcase under one arm.
Work at Preventer headquarters was twenty four hours, but Chang's presence so late was worth a few questions.Duo pried himself off of the car and joined him in the elevator. "I'm making a mission check in.What's up with you?" Duo asked.
Wu Fei lifted an eyebrow at him and looked him up and down. "Those are not your clothes. In fact, they are mine.Your mission report will make interesting reading, I think."
Duo turned red and was speechless for two floors, before he shot back, "I borrowed these after mine were ripped up in my recon. Peacecraft swung by his place after picking me up.You spend much time there?"
Wu Fei looked down his nose at Duo in disdainful arrogance."Your mind is in the gutter, as usual.His property is connected to a series of mountain trails. He offered his hospitality so that I could avail myself of them and change afterward.There are several here, who have the same privilege."
Being wrong about the Milliardo, again, didn't improve Duo's mood. There was something inside of him that simply couldn't believe that his one time enemy was that pure, that much of a professional and a gentleman.
"You still haven't told me what you're doing here," Duo prompted, deciding to avoid anymore conversations about his superior.
"Consultation," Wu Fei replied, making a small motion with the briefcase. "Yuy's here as well."
Duo inwardly cringed. Wu Fei and Heero were partners. One was rarely without the other.
Wu Fei eyed Duo's suddenly pale expression. He frowned. "You're not injured,are you?"
Duo shrugged. "Scrapes and bruises.I'm just tired, more than anything else, I guess..."
"Good," Wu Fei said as the elevator doors opened and he exited. "I don't have time to pick your ass off of the floor and take you to the infirmary."
Duo muttered, 'bastard', as the doors closed again and he went higher up in the building. Exiting at last, he went down a long hallway, looking for a late working 'desk jockey' to give his report to. Only one office door was open, voices coming faintly from inside. Duo lifted a hand to knock on the open door, ducking his head inside, and came face to face with Heero Yuy.
Duo felt himself go cold, chilled to the bone by those blue eyes regarding him intently.
"Duo," Heero greeted him. He sounded sexy, needy, and powerful. Here is exactly what I want, his tone of voice said, and I want it now.
Duo remembered pain, and a strength that he had been unable to overcome. He shivered all over, hating himself for it, but unable to stop an abrupt few steps back. He had asked for it, he reminded himself, and hadn't said stop, not that he remembered, anyway. Heero Yuy hadn't raped him, hadn't done anything except... hurt him and make him feel...
"Hey," Duo managed. "You done? I have to make a report."
Heero nodded, his eyes flicking up and down, drinking Duo in. "I haven't seen you around, lately. Perhaps we can meet later..."
"Busy," Duo almost growled it, feeling every inner defense triggered. "Busy forever, as a matter of fact."
Heero looked puzzled. "I don't..."
"This is work," Duo tried very hard not to shout it, not to reach for his gun. "We just work together, here, okay?"
Heero frowned, but then he decided that he was in the wrong place for their conversation. He leaned in very close, as he passed Duo, and said, "I liked you better with your legs spread, shouting my name."
And then he was moving down the corridor, a set to his shoulders that was as superior as Chang's look down his nose.
Duo had shouted Heero's name in pain and panic. He could still feel Heero's arms, bands of steel, spreading him open, and keeping him that way through the man's jack hammering into him.
"Sir?" a voice queried.
Duo came back from the 'white out' he was experiencing and looked into the office with, what he was sure, was a terrified expression. He throttled it with effort, swallowed hard, and forced a shaky smile. "Yeah..." He cleared his throat and then said, "Mission report."
"Do you need a medic?" the man asked in concern.
"No, just tired," Duo replied quickly.
He had been through a lot during his short life, Duo thought, as he gave his report, and killed men wholesale.He wasn't weak. He wasn't a victim. He was the best of the best. An ex Gundam pilot and a top Preventer agent. And so was Heero, a frightened part of his mind pointed out. He calmed it by thinking about ways to kill the man. There were hundreds. Revenge could be had without anyone the wiser, at any time he chose. Justifying it was harder. Telling himself that Heero was guilty of more than being a dick, felt too much like a lie. Duo could see his part in it, all too clearly. Getting the man drunk at one of Quatre's parties, tumbling into a back room, and... changing his mind. Cock tease. That's what he'd been. Heero had been right to be pissed, right to punch him, and...When a man's that horny, that frustrated, he's bound to get nasty when he's given a case of blue balls, Duo thought.
"Sir?"
Duo blinked and wondered how long he had been staring and saying nothing. "Sorry," he apologized. "Are we done here?"
The man frowned and slid a computer pad across his desk for Duo to thumbprint. Duo complied, and the man said, "Sir, I think you should see a medic. You seem... spacey."
Duo snorted. "I told you. I'm tired.It's been a long night."
The man looked skeptical, but let Duo go.
A beer and a soft bed. That's what he needed, Duo told himself, as he took the elevator back down to the garage.He also needed to get Chang's clothes off of him and to think about other things besides Heero Yuy and Milliardo Peacecraft.
TBC