Disclaimer:Don't own them Don't make any money off of this.
Warnings:Male/male sex, graphic, violence, language
and Soldiers series + Part 15
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
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
"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
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
"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
"Italian," Milliardo suggested with a frown. "I enjoy Chinese, but-"
Duo laughed. "First one down gets to choose!" And then he was repelling
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
"Capable of taking care of you, yes I know," Heero finished. "I'm leaving.
"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
"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."