Disclaimer: I don't own them and I don't make any money off of this.
Warnings: Male/Male sex, Graphic, violence, language Lemon scene/lime
scene warning.(That means two guys thinking about sex and having sex)
This chapter is nc-17.
Paths + Part 21
"I'm okay," Duo muttered. "You can let go of me."
"Yes," Milliardo responded absently, but didn't move to release
Duo from his embrace.
"You're humoring me," Duo accused.
"Cut it the Hell out!"
"What would you rather hear me say?"
Duo was leaning back against Milliardo's chest, supported between the
man's knees. Milliardo's arms hung loosely over his shoulders to brace
him against the sharp jogs of the moving vehicle. It was dark, very little
light coming through the flap covering the back of the vehicle. Duo had
to imagine Milliardo's expression of irritation; that mass of pale blonde
hair falling over a handsome face and his ice blue eyes narrowed.
"You can admit that our chances of getting away are zero," Duo
replied at last. "We aren't escaping trained troops in a truck. I
can take the truth."
"I'm not such a defeatist," Milliardo told him. "There
were many trucks on the runway, all identical. They were ordered to drive
in every direction. The government troops won't sort out the decoys for
some time. We may escape before that happens."
"Escape where?" Duo scoffed. "If you're going to tell me
out to sea, I'm going to give up and shoot myself right here. It won't
"I have a plan," Milliardo replied, "and it doesn't involve
putting out to sea. Instead, I intend to hide in plain sight."
"Heero thought that he could do that too," Duo replied waspishly.
"I didn't have the heart to tell him that they had splashed his photo,
along with mine, on the front of a few rag magazines. He'd be shocked
by the things that they reported as fact. It had something to do with
a pony and a bottle of scotch, as I recall. Point being, Zechs, that,
with our hair, I doubt that we could ever `blend' in anywhere."
Milliardo didn't argue and he didn't clarify his plan. Instead, his breath
was suddenly warm on Duo's ear as he asked, "Do you love him?"
Duo swallowed hard and admitted, "Yeah, I do."
"No chance that you would-"
"No, no chance, sorry."
It was a blunt rejection, but Duo didn't want any ambiguity. He hoped
it wasn't about to cost him Milliardo's help. The man's hands had flattened
on his chest, fingers digging in slightly. Duo felt the tickle of the
man's hair against his cheek.
"You still don't lie, do you?" Milliardo observed and his voice
"I try very hard not to," Duo replied, still waiting for the
axe to fall.
"I'm glad that there are still men in the world who have some honor
left," Milliardo sighed. His body shifted backwards and his muscles
relaxed. "I need to sleep before we are forced to leave the truck
"Go ahead," Duo replied uneasily. "I'll move over there."
Duo had indicated a pile of duffel bags and camouflage netting. He was
annoyed when Milliardo awkwardly took them both to the pile and stretched
them both out on top of it. He tucked Duo back into his arms and said,
"I thought that I had lost the government troops, but they were able
to find us and attack the air strip. I may be wrong about this as well.
They may find us easily. I need to be rested and ready to fight and run."
"Zechs..." Duo began in warning. He had lost his gun in the
chaos of the airstrip. He was defenseless.
"I have honor," Milliardo whispered wearily, guessing Duo's
thoughts. "I'm holding you so that you don't roll about the truck
and harm yourself. You need the sleep as well. You've lost blood. You
were given an operation under terrible circumstances. You also witnessed
the death of-"
"Don't!" Duo breathed in anguish. "I-I can't think about
that right now, okay? I-I need to stay focused...."
"You need to rest," Milliardo stressed again. "Trust me."
"I don't have any choice," Duo replied in helpless anger.
"You are a soldier," Milliardo reminded him, as if he were talking
to an insubordinate underling. "You can't afford to react to any
of this right now. I know your training as a Gundam pilot far exceeded
anything I've experienced. Use it. Compartmentalize. We can't be-"
"Don't give me bullshit!" Duo exploded. "I know how you
feel about me!"
"Maybe you were drunk that night long ago at Quatre's party,"
Milliardo replied softly, deciding to be truthful, "and maybe you
did think that it was Heero you were with and not me, but you are with
me now and I am determined to help you. If being close to you like this
is an unintentional reward, then I will take advantage of it, I`m afraid,
and every other opportunity that arises to be close to you."
Duo trembled, disgusted and afraid of what Milliardo intended and hating
himself for being too weak to even try to get out of the man's arms. He
remembered some of that night at the party, flashes of a hot tongue searching
his mouth, hotter hands sliding under his clothes, and a body moving against
his, eager, urgent, and ready to take what Duo had offered like a drunken
whore. Duo hadn't thought of Milliardo as being Heero. Perhaps he had
when things had become hot and heavy and the drink had sunk his senses
into confusion, but at the beginning, Duo had wanted the hands of the
handsome `Lightning Count' on him and his raging teenage libido had wanted
to be rid of virginity.
It was different now that he was sober and older. Milliardo was still
sexually enticing and very handsome, but Duo's libido was nonexistent
and his mind needed more than sex. It cringed at the very thought of giving
to Milliardo what he had hoped to save for Heero. He knew thoughts like
that were outside the norm for a man his age, who would have had sex with
dozens of partners gladly and not given a second thought to such feminine
ideals as `saving one's virginity for love', but Duo didn't have the luxury
of a fully operational sex drive. His mind wasn't clouded by `need'. He
didn't want Milliardo to be his `first'. He wanted that to be Heero.
A soft snore alerted Duo to the fact that all of his anxiety had been
for nothing. Milliardo, far from being a plundering opportunist, had wanted
something simpler from Duo; physical contact, not actual sex. Duo would
have laughed if he wasn't in such pain and suffering the greater pangs
of guilt and sadness over the death of the doctor. He thought about slipping
out of Milliardo's arms, taking the man's gun, and taking back some control
of what was going on around him, but Duo found himself closing his eyes
instead, lulled by Milliardo's soft breathing and steady heartbeat. The
operation, the blood loss, and the shock of the doctor's violent end took
it's toll. Instead of winning his freedom, Duo fell asleep as well.
The time that Duo was asleep felt shorter than a blink, but Duo's stiff
body told him that he had been sleeping much longer. He sat up, eyes tearing
and breath catching in a groan as his leg scraped against rough netting.
Clutching at his ankle, Duo tried to bring his mind into focus.
He was alone on the makeshift bed, but Milliardo wasn't far away. The
truck had stopped and Milliardo was leaning out of the truck, the back
flap raised, and speaking with someone, probably the driver.
"Understand?" Milliardo asked loudly enough for Duo to hear.
"Yes, sir!" was the sharp, confident response.
Milliardo dropped the flap of canvas and returned to Duo in darkness.
He placed clothes in Duo arms and said, "Put these on."
Duo felt a heavy knit sweater, a cap, thick soled shoes, and a loose pair
of pants. "They must know what's going on by now," Duo said
as he began changing without question, glad that it was too dark to worry
about Milliardo seeing him naked. "Jeez! These clothes stink like
Milliardo was changing as well, and Duo uncomfortably began to imagine
what Milliardo looked like nude. At Quatre's party, he couldn't recall
if the man had taken off his clothes and that absence of memory bothered
him. "You are wondering why my men don't turn us in to the government?"
Duo blushed as he sat with the second shoe in his hands, not about to
tell Milliardo what he had actually been thinking about. "Yeah, why
"They are refugees from the destruction of the Sanq kingdom,"
Milliardo replied tightly, voice betraying that he was thinking of something
unpleasant. "They have every reason to mistrust governments and every
reason to follow me. I am their Prince, after all."
"Oh," was all Duo could find to say. He knew what it was to
follow blindly. He had followed Dr. G's orders without question throughout
the war. He could understand dedication like that.
"Are you having trouble?" Milliardo wondered.
"The shoe... I'm not sure it's going to go on. My ankle and upper
foot are swollen," Duo replied.
Milliardo's hands found his ankle. They were gentle as they felt how large
the swelling was. "It's not abnormally swollen. I don't think that
there are complications, but there might be after such a dangerous field
"The Doc was good," Duo whispered and fought back a wave of
guilt. Not now, he told himself, later, when he was safe and could afford
to hate himself. Unconsciously deciding that he needed a distraction,
and some punishment to assuage his growing anxiety over the doctor's death,
Duo took hold of the one shoe with both hands and then jammed it onto
The world came back into focus again after a pain filled few minutes.
Duo heard himself gasping and felt Milliardo gripping him tight. "What
the Hell was that?!" the man demanded.
Duo pulled away roughly, but it was hard to sit up, harder still to lace
the shoe with shaking hands and questionable mental faculties. "Had
to be done," he grated. "We need to get out of here. Mind telling
me the plan now?"
"We are now fisherman." Milliardo replied simply. Duo hissed
in anger. "I told you, no boats! They're sitting ducks! Any flying
transport or satellite can see them."
"A boat suddenly traveling away from the coast, all alone, would
be suspect," Milliardo agreed, "but that's not the plan. I have
an acquaintance who owns a fishing fleet. Every few days, they go out,
fish, and then sail back in to port. We are getting on one of the boats
and going out with the rest. We'll hide among the men until the government
troops decide that we've given them the slip and then we'll take transport
to another safe location."
"The leg locator-" Duo began.
"Is only effective at close range now, " Milliardo reminded
him. "A plane doing a low fly over might be able to pick up something,
but a fishing vessel has enough radar and radio equipment to at least
partly jam the locator's signal. We are taking a chance, but we don't
have any options at this point."
Duo was incredulous. "Did you come up with this stupid plan at your
estate or did you scribble it on the back of a piece of toilet paper just
now, because it sounds like a bunch of crap!"
Milliardo was seething and silent. He let Duo stew in that silence, let
him feel his helplessness, his dependency, and his lack of a better plan,
before he asked, "Ready to go?"
Duo flushed, knowing that he had to do whatever Milliardo ordered. He
didn't have a better plan. He didn't know where they were. He didn't have
the strength to go anywhere on his own. "Yeah," Duo replied
Milliardo scooped him up as if he weighed as much as a feather, muscled
arms flexing and showing his strength, as he carried Duo to the opening
of the truck and gracefully slid out and onto the ground. Kicking the
fender of the truck, the vehicle pulled away at once as if it were a signal.
Duo never saw the drivers. In the light of day, Duo blinked and ducked
his head, eyes stinging, as he tried to shade them with the brim of his
"Hair," Milliardo warned and Duo tucked his braid into the back
of his sweater to hide it, certain Milliardo had already hidden his own
trademark length. "The men are loyal," Milliardo explained,
"but we should still go as incognito as possible. " A soldier's
mistrust. A man learned to develop it early on in his career or he didn't
"So," Duo said as Milliardo began a smooth stride through a
sparse stand of trees, "We're going to be hauling nets and gutting
fish? I'm not in real good shape to do that, Zechs. Won't people grow
suspicious to see a crew member in their bunk instead of working?"
"You are ill and you had an accident," Milliardo explained as
he told Duo his cover. "It will have happened after we put out to
Duo wanted to bang his head against Milliardo in frustration. "How
plausible is that cover going to be when we return with a haul and then
set out again?"
"We will put out that you are the lover of the captain," Milliardo
replied in a deadpan, "and so good in bed that he is loathe to be
separated from you even though you are useless as a crew member."
"Don't you fucking dare!" Duo ground out angrily.
Milliardo scowled down at him. "Where's your dedication, your self
sacrifice for the cause?" He shook his head, giving up his mockery
suddenly and saying more seriously, "You want absolutes, Duo. You
didn't have them in the war. What makes you think you're going to get
Duo was quiet, feeling the sting of that criticism. His weakness was making
him stupid, he thought, and he replayed his own words in his head. He
hated himself when he realized that he had been sounding like a whining
"Sorry," Duo said stiffly.
"Understandable," Milliardo replied, "but not acceptable."
"I just need to rest, really rest, where it's safe enough to take
painkillers" Duo sighed, "and I really need..."
"What?" Milliardo prompted, concerned suddenly.
Duo blushed uncomfortably. "I hate to ask."
Milliardo snapped impatiently almost fearfully, "If you require something
important, Duo, please tell me at once!"
"Well," Duo blushed even deeper and then bit out in extreme
embarrassment. "I need to pee, okay, and you have to help me do it!"
Milliardo stared in shock and then he began to laugh.
The ship was larger than Duo expected, but, he supposed, the ship the
captain was expected to live on and coordinate from would be more spacious
than the norm. Duo and Milliardo were stowed away in a cabin no bigger
than five paces square, the rough bed made with rougher bed sheets and
blankets. It was luxury compared to the crew, who had to hole up together
and take shifts sleeping.
Duo was given the bed. He was never sure where Milliardo slept, whether
on the floor, or somewhere else on the ship. He never asked and Milliardo
didn't presume to curl up with Duo again. The intimacy of the truck was
Duo spent several days slipping in and out of consciousness, pain lulled
to a bearable throb by painkillers and his own exhaustion. He hardly said
three words to Milliardo, simply accepted whatever help the man offered
and the food the man brought to him.
The sway of the ship reminded Duo of space. Far from being seasick he
was, instead, able to relax in a way that he hadn't experienced for four
years. Born and raised on a colony, the disorientation of the movement
of a space station had formed his mental and physical matrix. He had never
felt right in the pull of a planet's gravity and everything, from digesting
to sleeping, had continued to be affected. A nervous stomach and sleepless
nights had been the norm and yet another unintentional punishment, besides
the aching of his gravity stressed joints, of his sentence to remain on
The captain of the ship, a weather worn, older man in a battered cap and
a thick, black coat, attended Duo on occasion, simply sitting in a chair
and going over weather and fish locator maps in silence. Milliardo was
always gone during these visits and Duo, barely conscious most times,
could only spare a few thoughts to wonder why the captain was there.
When the captain finally took off his cap, the reason why he was there
ceased to be of importance. The man had a lined and leathery face, but
his eyes were a dark blue and his stern expression and rough cut, chocolate
colored hair reminded Duo sharply of Heero. Duo became eager to see the
captain after that and he found himself watching the man covertly, indulging
in a fantasy that it really was Heero Yuy sitting beside him. That fantasy,
fueled by the painkillers and Duo's own desire to see Heero again, spawned
a dream different than any Duo had ever experienced before.
"Duo," Heero said, suddenly there and sitting beside Duo on
the bed. He looked as intense as ever; expression hungry, yet loving at
the same time. Duo stared in amazement as, without another word, Heero
began unraveling Duo's hair from it's braid with confident hands.
"Heero?" Duo murmured, feeling slight trepidation. This was
wrong, wasn't it? He was supposed to wait, suppose to deny his emotions,
suppose to make Heero see that Duo wasn't right for him. He would never
be anything but a broken down, skinny, ex pilot who couldn't muster enough
libido to get `it' up and Heero deserved better, he thought. At that moment,
though, as Heero smoothed out his hair and simply sat marveling at it
with his deep blue eyes, Duo felt something respond, and it was as strong
and as needy as he remembered it being when he had been a young man fresh
from a war.
"I... Heero," Duo murmured and closed his eyes as Heero peeled
back the rough blanket and wordlessly slipped in beside him. Heero was
strangely naked now, though Duo hadn't seen him undress.
Heero kissed Duo's neck and his tongue came out to make a hot trail down
to Duo's collar bone. His hands, rough from callouses, were still capable
of being gentle and eliciting moans of pleasure from Duo as they smoothed
along Duo's lower body sensually. He ended by taking hold of Duo's hands
and, still saying nothing, guiding those hands to his impressive erection.
It felt.... Duo didn't want to analyze it too closely. A part of his mind
derisively told him that he was dreaming and that sex with a man, aside
from the fumbling attempts earlier in his life, was outside of his sensory
experiences. Duo was still able to pretend, though, and he did, playing
with Heero and imagining a soft sheathed hardness.
"Please," Heero begged, speaking at last. "Let me be the
first, Duo. Be with me, and only me, for the rest of our lives."
Soap opera drivel, that derisive part of Duo's mind canted, but Duo told
it to shut up as he accepted the dream, hook, line, and sinker. Pushing
away reality, Duo pulled Heero against him and wrapped his thin legs around
Heero's strong torso. He rubbed his cock against Heero's in a wanton,
primal motion, as Heero's hands cupped his ass and kneaded there, both
of them groaning in appreciation.
Heero broke away at last and moved down Duo's body. Duo twisted fingers
into Heero's wild, chocolate hair as the man's mouth closed on his weeping
erection and began sucking with strong up and down motions. Duo cried
out, threw back his head, and humped Heero's mouth. When the climax came,
it exploded from Duo's groin so powerfully that Duo hunched over himself
and Heero, grasping with bruising force at his lover's back.
"Duo!" Hands shook at Duo while a familiar voice shouted into
Duo started awake, shaking still from the remnants of the orgasm, to see
Milliardo crouched by the bed, his face full of concern. "Wha-"
Duo looked quickly about them, but he was back inside the familiar four
wooden walls of their fish reeking cabin. Heero had never been there.
Duo became aware that his hand was locked around his own cock under the
blankets and that something sticky, cum he suspected, was drying on his
skin. A wet dream. He wanted to laugh and die of embarrassment at the
"It's okay," Duo mumbled as he propped himself up on his pillow,
making sure to keep the blanket in place. Milliardo didn't miss the covert
movement of the blanket though as Duo surreptitiously removed his hand
Duo expected disgust or at least a quick withdrawal of masculine understanding,
but he was surprised to see a pensive look form on Milliardo's face. "It
seems that you are getting better in more ways than one," he commented.
"That is very good news. It means that the Oz drugs are gone from
your body at last, allowing your body to recover and begin producing hormones
"You mean I can `get off' again, " Duo said more bluntly, but
he was blushing as well. "Yeah, it's good news to me too, so can
we just drop it now and talk about something else? When the Hell do we
get off of this stinking boat?"
"That is what I came to speak to you about," Milliardo replied,
but his ice blue eyes seemed riveted on Duo's crotch. "We should
be able to leave the ship some time in the next few days. The government
is still searching for you, but they have all but given up in this area."
"No," Duo suddenly said. When Milliardo finally raised eyes
to his face, Duo continued harshly, "You don't have a chance, Zechs.
I already told you. Hormones or no hormones, I'm not fifteen any more.
I'm not going to lay just anyone and that includes you."
Milliardo looked angry, but he didn't deny Duo's interpretation of his
thoughts. "Desire is not something that can be turned on and off
easily," he replied, but then he did as Duo had asked and began outlining
a plan of escape to a remote bungalow owned by the captain of the ship.
A few crewmen would go along, doubling as both guards and servants while
they waited until Heero and the others returned from space.
"The sooner we leave the better," Duo said at last, though he
would regret leaving behind the familiar roll and pitch of the ship. "That
captain is giving me the creeps. Why the Hell does he come in here and
sit with me? Can`t you trust me to be alone?"
Milliardo cleared his throat as he straightened from the bed. "He
is only validating our cover story."
"What?" Duo said, confused.
"You're his lover, remember?," Milliardo clarified. "He
has to pretend to come in here and make love to you."
"You son of a bitch!" Duo exploded. "I can't believe you
went through with that!"
"I would never hurt you intentionally," Milliardo replied seriously,
"but that was necessary." He narrowed eyes at Duo, not able
to help a flash of anger as he cruelly pointed out, "If you think
Heero would have treated you differently..."
Duo's face tightened, knowing that Milliardo was attempting a bit of revenge
for his rejection. Milliardo's words didn't have their desired effect
on Duo, though. Remembering Heero from the war, and the sacrifices they
had all made, Duo said, with the pain of past violence coloring his voice,
"Heero would put a bullet in my head if he thought that I was about
to be captured by an enemy. I would let him do it too. Don't make the
mistake of thinking that peacetime has mellowed soldiers like us, Zechs."
"If you want me to think that, then stop complaining about the simpler
sacrifices you have to make to keep our cover!" Milliardo snapped
back. "Or at least refrain from criticizing until you can present
me with a better plan of action. I grow weary of suffering through your
Milliardo left Duo alone to stew in his anger then, both of them knowing
that Milliardo was right, but both of them also knowing the pride, and
the past between them, that was keeping Duo from admitting it.
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