Disclaimer:I don't own them and I don't make any money off of them.
Warnings: Male/male sex, graphic, language, violence
Milliardo struggled up the last few feet of the rock wall, sweating and breathing hard. Duo grinned at him, already comfortably positioned and waiting for him. The younger man had beaten him easily, scaling the wall with the speed of a mad monkey, daring as always, reckless to the point where Milliardo was gasping out his outrage as soon as he was even with the ex Gundam pilot.
"Duo! That was the single most irresponsible... reckless... insane climb I have-"
Duo swung close, carefully latched onto Milliardo's harness with one hand while maintaining his three point hold with the rest of his body. He planted a deep, tonguing kiss on Milliardo's mouth and Milliardo was lost for the space of a few heartbeats. When Duo broke away again, he was panting too, both of them needing air. His eyes were soft wells of purple that begged Milliardo not to start an argument.
His mind quickly going over the climb, Milliardo banked his anger and was slightly embarrassed to realize that his judgment of Duo's climb had been solely based on his anxiety for the man. In reality, Duo had used all the precautions and had made certain of all his hand and foot holds before proceeding to a higher level.
"See, we're both recovered, "Duo said gleefully. "Time to send us both out on some missions, don't you think, sir?"
Milliardo grunted. "It's the medic who makes that determination," he pointed out.
Duo scoffed. "You know you can override that decision. They're always too careful." He nodded to the fake mountain wall. "This is the real test."
"Adrenalin junkie," Milliardo grumbled and blew his bangs out of his face with an annoyed puff of air. Duo had braided it back from his face, but sweaty strands had escaped.
"Like you're not?" Duo returned good naturedly. He looked unsure for a second and then asked cautiously, "Heero's done playing mother hen for now. He's gotten over that 'incident' of ours. If you want..." He paused and Milliardo saw him duck his head, and hide behind his cinnamon tangle of bangs, as he asked quickly, "Wanna come over for dinner, just us two?"
Milliardo still couldn't help that uncertain hesitation, that double check of making certain it was both proper and not something someone could make a scandal out of. After the unexpected kiss, he had found himself looking down at the ground far below and making sure that they were still alone in the gym. He knew that he needn't have bothered. Duo, over the last week, had shown himself to be a model of good conduct and had been very careful to maintain the line between the professional and personal sides of their lives. He had not once shown Milliardo anything above what was due a commanding officer in front of other people, but, on the other hand, he had been very reserved when alone as well. The kiss had been the first show of intimacy that he had initiated after their meeting in the bushes.
Not that they had been alone together much for anything to have happened between them, Milliardo sighed inwardly. Now that he had made up his mind, he had entertained thoughts of taking Duo back to his home and going to a deeper, more serious level, but Duo had strangely been standoffish in that respect, and Milliardo had been treated more like a friend Duo was trying to get to know than a new lover. He supposed that was wise, but his body protested. It was thinking at a baser level, one he didn't want to analyze too deeply. While he did want to get to know Duo as a friend and then take the more serious step later on, an instinctive urge within him wanted to test the young man, to see who would bend, who would give a little in the game of masculinity, who would surrender first.... Milliardo would have liked to be more certain that Duo would be the one to do that. It was in Milliardo's nature to be the protector/ the strong one/ the one in command, and he wasn't so sure that he would enjoy it any other way if Duo insisted.... but Duo was so strong for such a small, wiry man. He was masculine, take charge, and bold. Milliardo thought of Duo's hands taking hold of him, how he had kissed hungrily and taken what he had wanted without hesitation, of how he had wrapped his strong arms around Milliardo's slim waist and met Milliardo's advances just as forcefully. The thought that their relationship might be of two strong personalities and that the giving in might have to be done in turns, made Milliardo pause and consider.
"Earth to Mil," Duo called with a grin. "I asked if you wanted to come back to my place for dinner?"
Milliardo blinked, blushing and trying to bring his thoughts to order. He said without thinking, with a hint of the uncertainty that he felt, "Will you put poor Heero out on the doorstep like a cat until we're done?"
Duo looked hurt, very briefly, and then his face did something... Milliardo tried to figure out what that expression was as Duo replied, "We're not glued together, you know? It isn't like that. He's my best friend. He's always going to be there, Mil, but he's not going to be sleeping with us or getting in between us."
Milliardo deciphered the look at last. Duo was expecting their relationship to end because of Heero. His other ones had in the past. That look had been of someone sensing the inevitable. Milliardo wanted to ask, 'but what happens when we become more intimate?' and 'What happens when we become a couple and move in to the same home?' but those were questions he could only ask if he had made those decisions to begin with. Voicing the possibility that they had reached that point was farther than Milliardo wanted to go just then.
"Heero does have a life, by the way," Duo added. "Tonight's his meeting with the Decorator Club."
Milliardo's eyes went wide.
Duo snickered. "Just kidding. It's actually a group of other agents who like to talk about martial arts theory." Duo pantomimed a yawn. "I went once. They go on for HOURS. It's very dry and technical. If I give Heero the sign, he'll gladly stay all night and love every minute of it." Duo winked at Milliardo, "Mil, you have these problems with ANY roommate. One guy or girl has to sit outside and find something to do while the other has someone over."
Milliardo relaxed. "Tonight?" Duo nodded. Milliardo took a deep breath, settling his nerve and quieting that annoying aristocratic voice of alarm that worried about a prince being hosted in less than royal surroundings. Allowing that voice to rule his decision would have been intolerable. He wasn't going to forget Commander Sharp's unintentional lesson in the ugliness of snobbery. There weren't any class distinctions any longer and Duo's simple home was not beneath him. "I'll go with you after work," Milliardo said at last. "I don't have any prior engagements."
Duo beamed. "I don't cook and Heero won't have time. How about ordering Chinese?"
"Italian," Milliardo suggested with a frown. "I enjoy Chinese, but-"
Duo laughed. "First one down gets to choose!" And then he was repelling downward.
Milliardo swore and began following more slowly, already knowing that he had lost. No, Duo wasn't going to be the submissive/cared for/ protected half of their relationship, he thought with a sigh and then, looking down and seeing Duo's confident descent, his strength and daring, Milliardo wondered if he would mind that so much.
After work, Milliardo drove a car to Duo's apartment, following Duo in his. Duo soon lost him in traffic, speeding ahead and not waiting. That puzzled Milliardo, but, when he reached the apartment building and made his cautious way up to Duo's apartment, he heard Heero and Duo talking loudly enough to be heard even through the door.
"You need to go now, Heero!" Duo said breathlessly. "Bye and all. Have a good time!"
Hero's voice sounded grumbling and lecturing. "If you had asked, I would have come home earlier and cleaned. You should plan better."
"I know! I know!" Duo shot back. "It was a spur of the moment thing though! Thanks for getting dinner, now take yours and see ya later! I want as much time as I can get with Mil."
Milliardo could almost see Heero's smirk of amusement. "You like him a great deal, don't you?"
"LIKE doesn't even cover it, best friend o'mine!" Duo replied warmly. "No calling! No coming home early! I'm in our apartment and Milliardo is-"
"Capable of taking care of you, yes I know," Heero finished. "I'm leaving. Have fun."
"Oh, I intend to!" Duo laughed.
The door opened just as Milliardo decided it was time to knock. Heero was standing there with his car keys and a bag of what smelled like Italian food. Heero had a small piece of garlic bread in his mouth. He let it drop onto his burden in embarrassment and said, "Good evening, sir, I was just leaving. Duo is inside and expecting you."
"Sorry if this is an inconvenience, agent Yuy," Milliardo apologized automatically.
"None at all, sir," Heero assured him. "Have a pleasant evening."
"Thank you," Milliardo replied and Heero was moving past him and walking down the hallway. Somehow, despite the neutral conversation, Heero had made it feel as if it was a changing of the guard and Milliardo was certain it was intentional.
Going inside, Milliardo called out, "Duo! I'm here!"
The apartment looked clean enough, Milliardo thought. A few things were out of place or left out, but nothing to warrant a mad dash to straighten. When Duo appeared, breathing hard and smiling apologetically, he said, "Sorry about the mess. Asking you here was kind of an impulse."
"It is quite all right," Milliardo assured him. He was dressed casually, having changed before leaving work. He wore a soft pair of black pants and a loose, light blue shirt with a polo collar. Duo had changed into blue jeans and a red shirt that kept slipping a bit towards one rounded shoulder. it showed the enticing line of his collar as he moved nervously, motioning to the couch.
"Sit down, Mil. Would you like something to drink?" Duo asked. "Juice, tea, coffee, soda...?"
Milliardo sat gingerly and then forced himself to relax and sit back. The couch was very comfortable. It seemed to take the bone weariness of the day into itself and cradle his body. Milliardo could have easily closed his eyes and gone to sleep there. His own furniture in his apartment was tasteful, but its main function was to look good rather than to be comfortable.
Duo stood looking at him, rubbing the back of his neck and looking nervous. Milliardo realized that he was still waiting for an answer.
"Tea?" Milliardo asked tentatively.
Duo smiled. "Heero made some before he left so there's still hot water. Be back in a sec."
The kitchen was small and it had a half swing door. Milliardo could see Duo's legs as he walked about and made the tea. The smell of Italian food was very strong. "I thought that you wanted to have Chinese!" Milliardo said.
"You're the guest, though," Duo called back with a chuckle. "I remembered my manners about an hour before quitting time."
Milliardo laughed at that and then looked carefully about the little apartment. He hadn't noticed much when he had visited last, but, now that he had more time, he could see that there were many touches that were meticulous and well arranged. A shrine of framed photos showed a collage of Gundam pilots in various activities, Duo making a face at the camera and flashing a peace sign, Quatre looking reserved but smiling in his goggles, Trowa appearing in the act of turning away from the camera in a mercenary's instinctive reflex to remain unnoticed, Wu Fei scowling and lifting a finger as if admonishing whoever was taking the photo, Heero standing silently with a small smile next to the foot of his Gundam, and a few group photos that Milliardo recognized from an awards ceremony. The awards themselves were in a display frame above the photos.
There was a weapons locker against one wall. A rack with flack jackets, a piece of chest armor with a blast mark on one side, and several coats next to that by the door. Someone had painted the locker gray and made a faux granite finish on it.
Turning, Milliardo saw two bedroom doors. They were darkened inside, but he could make out the messy, unmade bed in one, a scattering of magazines and books over the rumpled blankets and a few soda cans on a side table, and a neat queen sized bed in the other room that matched the same blue and gray decor in the living room.
"Yeah, I'm not the cleanest guy in the world," Duo lamented in embarrassment as he handed Milliardo his hot tea.
Milliardo twitched instinctively at Duo's sudden appearance, calmed his soldier instincts, and took his tea graciously. Duo sat on the opposite end of the couch, one leg hitched up as he faced Milliardo sideways and sipped at a cup of coffee. He still looked uncertain and nervous.
"At least Heero makes me keep it all in my own room," Duo added.
"That's wise," Milliardo replied and smiled. "I don't need to be impressed by housekeeping skills, Duo. I was mostly brought up in a soldier's barracks."
"In an Oz officer's quarters," Duo corrected him with a wink. "That's a bit different."
Milliardo shrugged, amused, "Officers can be just as messy as regulars."
Milliardo put his tea down and Duo, after a moment, put down his coffee mug. Duo sat up and inched a bit closer as he asked, "I hope you don't mind lasagna and garlic bread?"
"No, not at all," Milliardo assured him. He felt that he needed to ease some of Duo's tension. "I assure you, I'm not expecting anything other than a meal tonight, Duo. We should talk and get to know each other. I think you were right to pursue a friendship before going any deeper into trying to form a relationship."
Duo's eyes widened a little. One of his hands reached out and felt the collar of Milliardo's shirt. "Actually, I didn't want to rush you. Heero told me that I'm real good at pressuring and overwhelming people. He said that I should wait for you to make the first move, so that I would know that you were ready and that it's what you wanted."
"Wise man," Milliardo whispered, feeling a heat start to build inside of him. "So, if he hadn't given such sage advice, what would we be doing now?"
Duo had another flicker of uncertainty and then he seemed to toss that aside as he smiled softly and replied, "I think we've already established that we have an attraction to each other and that we want things to develop between us. I think we're past the point where we need to figure out what we really want. Mil..." Duo swallowed and looked down. "Can we... I don't want you to think... or... feel... What I mean is..."
Milliardo hadn't foreseen this at all. He had thought there would be a slow moving forward, maybe nothing more than friendship for awhile. He forced himself to weigh consequences. Was it the right time? Would he regret it? What if something went wrong? Was there a chance that this might damage what was forming between them? Was he even ready for this?
"Skip dinner," Milliardo said quietly and his hand slid up under Duo's shirt, moved along the warm skin of his back, and then pulled Duo gently to him. He stood and brought Duo to his feet along with him, lips hungrily tasting that line of Duo's neck that had been teasing him since his arrival.
Holding Duo against him with one, strong arm, Milliardo's free hand smoothed along Duo's face, his cheek, and then ghosted over his lips. He felt Duo give his fingertips nipping little kisses and then Duo surprised Milliardo by swallowing his middle finger whole and sucking hungrily on it. Milliardo felt the rasp of a swirling tongue.
Milliardo shivered under that onslaught and turned his head in time to witness Duo pulling back and letting that finger do a slow, warm, wet slide out of his mouth. Milliardo gasped, feeling his pants go very tight at the crotch as an intense heat scalded him from the inside out.
Duo ran strong, calloused hands up under Milliardo's shirt. Lifting it high, while Milliardo stood, stunned, Duo winked, then ducked his head underneath. Milliardo clutched at Duo when he felt that talented mouth latch onto one of his nipples and suckle.
Breathe, Milliardo told himself as he trembled and tried to keep himself from tossing Duo onto the couch again and having him then and there, especially when Duo began to alternate between his nipples, tormenting them both equally. This wasn't a quick conquest, this was someone he truly cared about, Milliardo told himself. He couldn't allow himself to lose control.
"Bedroom?" Duo whispered against his skin and his hot breath made Milliardo's nipple go rock hard.
"Yes," Milliardo replied and it came out as a groan.
Duo came out of hiding from under Milliardo's shirt and they moved into Duo's bedroom, lips still kissing and hands roving and pulling at clothing. Duo's shirt ended up on the top of a lamp and Milliardo's ended up tangled at their feet. When Duo's back hit the bed, Milliardo was instantly climbing on top. It was his turn to torment.
Duo's jeans rode low on hips and his tattoo was prominent, so was his nipple ring and the light tracery of scars, that even surgery hadn't completely erased, that hinted at his ugly past. He was breathing hard. Milliardo could see knots on his ribs where they must have been broken at one time.
Duo wasn't perfect. He was wiry, all muscle, and as lean as an alley cat. Yet... he WAS perfect, Milliardo thought, but in a different way entirely than he was used to judging such things. Duo had a glow, a vibrancy about him. His energy was on his skin and it was almost electric. When Milliardo smoothed hands over his washboard stomach, he almost imagined that he felt a charge.
Duo smelled masculine, but in a way that was like fresh bread in the morning or pastries cooling on a tray. It made Milliardo's mouth water and his body long for a taste. The way he shivered, the small undulation his belly made as Milliardo made a trail of kisses and licks down to his naval, and the tensing and flexing of his muscles, was like an erotic dance. Milliardo couldn't help wrapping both arms about his waist and bringing him up to open the snap of Duo's jeans with his teeth. Duo gasped and his large eyes went wide, but he reached down and helped Milliardo with the zipper.
Milliardo slowly pulled Duo's jeans and underwear down to his knees and then took them off entirely, tossing them aside without taking his eyes from where Duo's legs came together. Duo's erection was hard and red, the tip tinged purple with need. It was long and narrow, the organ looking almost delicate against his pale skin. Milliardo looked up the length of Duo's body and found Duo watching him anxiously, with a man's need to know that what he had was all right and that another man wasn't about to ridicule him. Milliardo knew that he didn't have to speak with words, instead, he put his hands under Duo's hips and let his mouth speak for him. He bent and took Duo's erection into his mouth.
Duo made a noise that was half cry and half moan, as if he were in pain and experiencing great pleasure at the same time. Milliardo wrung more of those noises from him as he milked Duo's erection with his warm, moist mouth as if he were enjoying the greatest delicacy. I felt that way to him, Milliardo thought. He had been with other men in his life, but none of them had made him experience the sensations that Duo was effortlessly creating within him. None of them had made him want them more than anything else on Earth or in Space.
Milliardo released Duo's erection and Duo reflexively reached for him with a groan of frustration. Milliardo felt Duo's strong grip on his arm as he looked into Duo's pleading eyes and asked, "How do we do this, Duo? Tell me what you would like me to do."
Both of Duo's hands were on him then, smoothing over his large, rounded shoulders and then down his broad chest. "You're like a mountain compared to me," Duo said breathlessly. "Try not to squash me, that's all." He chuckled, but it was weak as he reached over to the side table and brought out a package of condoms and a tube of lube. When Milliardo looked surprised at Duo's choice, Duo chuckled again and joked, "What? You thought I might want to be on top? You're the commander sir. You out rank me, right?" He gave Milliardo a look that had a daring glint to it. "We'll talk about giving me a promotion later."
Milliardo prepared his erection, trying not to think about when Duo might ask for a fair turnabout. When he was ready, he positioned himself over Duo and kissed him deeply. As his lubed fingers found Duo's entrance, he felt Duo tense. He looked down into Duo's shinning eyes and saw a sudden tension. Was Duo afraid? How long had it been since he had been with anyone? Was he afraid that he, Milliardo, might hurt him? Duo looked small and boyish underneath him, but Duo was definitely a man in every way that mattered, and he was a trained killer. Milliardo discarded the idea that Duo was afraid of him. If not that, then, what?
"Duo," Milliardo said seriously, "you can change your mind."
"So can you," Duo replied, as if it were a challenge.
"That's not what I want," Milliardo assured him.
"Neither do I," Duo said as his hands touched Milliardo's erection and checked the condom there. That touch nearly sent Milliardo over the edge. He tried to keep focused on Duo, on waiting, on not letting his twitching erection have its way.
"What is it then?" Milliardo wondered.
Duo looked embarrassed. "I... well.. Is this all right? I don't know what you're used to. Maybe you think I'm being... easy?" He winced as he said the last word. "That's dumb," he amended, "I mean.... I don't want you to think this is just any other jump in the sack. This is... kind of... special." His blush deepened. "Okay?"
Milliardo felt relieved, all of his worries melting away. He devoured Duo's throat and licked under his ear. "I'm glad," he whispered into Duo's ear. "It's special for me too."
Duo laughed. "Next we'll be braiding each others hair and painting each others nails."
Milliardo laughed as well. "I don't think either of us have to worry about our masculinity, Duo."
Duo's hands brought their erections together and rubbed them. "No, I guess we don't, do we?"
"Now?" Milliardo asked, desperate.
"Yes," Duo replied and his legs opened and his knees raised. He visibly braced himself as Milliardo's fingers began to prepare him.
"Look at me," Milliardo told him and Duo looked up into Milliardo's face as Milliardo's fingers opened him up. "I don't want to hurt you. You will tell me if it does."
"Yes, sir," Duo whispered. "Any other orders?"
"Raise your legs higher, pilot," Milliardo ordered, falling easily into his role.
Milliardo saw Duo's look of pleasure grow more intense. He liked the game. He liked having the responsibility taken out of his hands, the worry that he might be doing something wrong. If he only had to follow orders, then he didn't need to be anxious. Milliardo's fingers felt him relax at last and he knew that Duo was ready for him.
"Bend, soldier," Milliardo ordered and hooked Duo's slim legs with his arms and helped him to stay in place. "Ready?"
"Yes, sir," Duo replied, but Milliardo heard him swallow.
"Pain isn't in the mission plan," Milliardo assured him again.
"Sir," Duo replied, sounding confident at least.
The tip of Milliardo's erection touched Duo's entrance. As he began to slide in, he found Duo extremely tight. Duo winced and groaned, clutching at his arms, but his knees rose higher and he pushed back, taking more of Milliardo in when Milliardo faltered. Halfway, Duo began to pant. Milliardo did stop then.
"Duo? I ordered you-"
"Haven't done this in years!" Duo shot back between breaths. "Course it hurts a bit! Push the damn thing in and get it over with!"
"No," Milliardo told him and pulled out. Duo hissed, angry in his frustration as Milliardo applied more lube and then positioned himself to try once more. Halfway in again, he began a slow, shallow, rhythm of tiny thrusts. Duo's tightness was driving him crazy. He wanted to drive in as hard as he could and pump for all that he was worth. Duo's expression stopped him from doing that. Duo was feeling pain again. "Have you even done this before?" Milliardo finally wondered.
"Not with someone built like a horse!" Duo retorted and then laughed. Startled, Milliardo wasn't prepared when Duo drove himself upward and took in Milliardo's entire length. "There! Mission accomplished, sir!" Duo gasped out.
"Duo!" Milliardo exclaimed as he caressed Duo's face anxiously and kissed him tenderly. He watched Duo's expression change from pain to a middle ground, a middle ground that Milliardo knew was only going to turn into pleasure if he began to move and loosen Duo up further. "I'm going to write a report about your insubordination, Duo Maxwell!" Milliardo growled as he began to thrust very slowly and carefully.
And then Milliardo forgot about everything. Duo did loosen, but his body was like a hot sheathe, still tight enough to give Milliardo a sucking sensation as he thrust in and out. Milliardo couldn't help pumping in earnest then, especially when Duo grunted with every thrust, moaned, and made small, desperate noises, his hands gripping Milliardo's back..
Duo came first, crying out with a long drawn out moan as his hot cum splattered both their bellies. Milliardo was only a moment behind. He reached around Duo and cradled him up against his body as he rocked above him in a violent orgasm more powerful than any he had ever experienced before.
Milliardo wasn't certain what happened after that. It was almost as if he had fallen unconscious, his mind over loaded with pleasure. When he could make sense out of the world again, he found himself stretched out on his back, sated and cooling off, except where Duo was sprawled across his chest. He reached out a trembling hand and smoothed it over Duo's hair. Duo turned his head and grinned at him like a cat with cream.
"You're a great first date," Duo joked.
"So are you," Milliardo replied, but he was more serious. He brushed sweaty bangs out of Duo's face and felt a wave of protective tenderness. It was attached to an inner instinct that told him that it had claimed Duo as his mate. The rational Milliardo Peacecraft scoffed at the notion, but he couldn't reason with something that had been operating within men for millions of years. It didn't care that Duo was a male and perfectly capable of caring for himself, it still sent a wave of testosterone and alpha maleness that made Milliardo put an arm around Duo, hold him close, and feel as if Duo now 'belonged' to him.
Duo had other ideas. He sat up, sliding out of the embrace, and wrinkled his nose. "Let's get cleaned up and then have dinner." He stood, took hold of Milliardo's arm, and pulled at him. Milliardo almost protested. He wanted to enjoy the sated feeling a little longer, but Duo was insistent. "Come on, Mil!" He winked suggestively. "I'll help you wash."
Milliardo was up then and more eager to clean up. As he followed Duo, watching the man walking gingerly in front of him, he felt a stab of guilt at having caused Duo pain, until Duo half turned and asked anxiously, "I wasn't too rough, was I?"
Milliardo blinked stupidly.
"I mean, the way I was pushing up and down like that?" Duo clarified. "I know I was tight, but it felt so good after I got used to it, and you were being so careful. It was like an itch you weren't scratching deep inside. I needed you in there scratching it good," Duo chuckled.
"I thought..." Milliardo smiled slowly. "No, you didn't hurt me, Duo."
"Good!" Duo crooked a finger then. "Come one, then, sir, and you can order me to wash whatever you'd like."
Milliardo watched Duo go into the bathroom ahead of him, long braid swinging behind him. Milliardo lifted a hand to his heart and rubbed. A pain there blossomed and throbbed. He knew what it was. He wanted to say that it was too soon, that he didn't really know Duo, but arguments were useless. He had known the truth of the matter from the first moment that he had met Duo in the Preventer gym, when they had first kissed in the parking garage, and when he had affirmed his intentions behind those bushes. Having released all of his pent up needs for Duo, he knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that what he was feeling wasn't just a physical attraction. Milliardo was in love.