Disclaimer:I don't own them and I don't make any money off of this.
Warnings:Male/Male sex, graphic, violence, language,
and Soldiers, II + Part 4
Duo was having a nightmare.
His twitches woke Milliardo. He supposed it was to be expected, he thought
as he slowly sat up in bed and turned on the small light on the side table.
Duo had been very pensive after the party, lost in thoughts he didn't
want to share. Having been escorted off Relena's property by security
guards, and separated to keep them from making trouble, Milliardo had
been allowed to rejoin Duo only when they reached their car. He had found
his young lover tense and pale. Heero had been closest to Duo, ready to
start a fight, no doubt, if anyone had dared to take Duo where he couldn't
see him, but they had still been separated by the armed security detail.
That small time alone had obviously rattled Duo. It had made Milliardo
"Your measures are excessive!" Milliardo had complained to Noin. "I will
speak to my sister about this outrage!"
Noin had looked angry, but had refused to meet his eyes, staring hard
at one of her men as if he were doing something wrong. "I am following
the security plan that she approved," she had informed him frostily. "I'm
sorry if it does not meet with your approval, Prince Milliardo. I am only
Heero had refused to leave Duo's side after that and Duo had leaned against
him in the back seat of the car as Milliardo had driven them home. Milliardo
had felt uneasy, even slightly jealous, but then he had stopped that dead
in its tracks. Heero was the other half of Duo, he knew, his strength
where he was weak. Duo had needed that strength, had needed the security
of having Heero there. By the time they had reached their house, Duo had
pulled himself back from whatever dark mood he had fallen into. He had
smiled and joked, called the party a waste, and had made ridiculous, unflattering
imitations of Noin. When it was time for bed, Duo had reassured Heero
that none of it had been his fault, that Milliardo had been wonderful,
and that he was perfectly all right. It had all been a lie.
Duo began reaching for his back and his breath began to heave in and out
of his lungs. He squirmed as if trying to escape. Milliardo whispered
to him reassuringly, but was afraid to touch him. Waking a soldier was
a bad idea at the best of times. Waking one in the middle of a nightmare
was even worse. Duo frowned as if almost hearing him, but then he gasped
as if in pain, his entire body shuddering convulsively.
"Duo!" Milliardo called out more loudly.
"Won't talk!" Duo muttered, almost unintelligible against his pillow.
That utterance changed Milliardo's understanding of the situation completely.
"G' head," Duo continued. "Had worse. Knew I was gonna die when I took
Duo curled up suddenly, arms over his head as if he were defending himself
from a severe beating.
Milliardo was tempted to call Heero. Heero had given Duo security earlier.
It was his voice that Duo knew best. It was possible that Duo would respond
to it now and wake up. Milliardo began to get out of bed and do just that
when Duo began a very low, keening cry, punctuated by choking sobs for
Milliardo's reacted instinctively. He pulled Duo into his arms, holding
him as if he were a child; cradling him tenderly. Duo's head rested against
his heart and Milliardo kissed that sweating, strained face. "Duo, please
come back to me," Milliardo called firmly. "That's an order."
Duo jerked, shuddered, and then his eyes blinked open, full of confusion.
"Too damned early for orders, sir," he grumbled, but Milliardo could see
him struggling to make sense out of what was happening. He was trying
to step out of the nightmare and come completely awake. When he discovered
Milliardo holding him, he looked embarrassed and groggily tried to pull
"It's all right," Milliardo assured him. "Just be still."
"Why you're holding me like this?" Duo wondered.
"Nightmare," Milliardo replied as he brushed sweaty bangs back from Duo's
Duo frowned, "Yours or mine?"
"Yours," Milliardo replied.
"Ah," Duo suddenly smiled. "This is nice. Heero usually just throws things
at me until I wake up."
Milliardo blinked. "I thought..."
"That Heero's all cuddly and huggable?" Duo snickered. "Hell, no! Besides,
messing with a soldier when he's out of it is taking your life in your
hands. Tossing pillows and slapping me with clothes is a lot better than
maybe having me knife him."
Duo nuzzled against Milliardo and then asked hesitantly, "Did I... I didn't
wig out on you or anything?"
"No, you didn't 'wig out', " Milliardo assured him and held him closer.
"I think you were dreaming about the war. You didn't do much except cry
out in your sleep."
Duo tensed. "Well, that's a lot more than they got out of me."
Milliardo understood pride. A man could break down during torture, cry,
become nothing but a broken mess, but that was only human. It didn't make
the embarrassment any less, though. "You didn't tell them anything?"
"Never!" Duo replied fiercely.
"That's what is important, Duo," Milliardo told him.
"I know... it's just..." Duo did break away from him then, stretching
out on his back and plucking at the blankets uncertainly. "Sorry for being-"
Milliardo slipped an arm around Duo's waist and pulled him against him,
refusing to let Duo close himself off from him. He leaned down over Duo,
looking deeply into his eyes. "Never," he stressed, "Never believe that
I don't highly respect you, Duo Maxwell, or that I think you are weak
for needing comfort. Everyone does. I do. I have my own bad dreams."
Duo was suddenly turning and slipping both arms around Milliardo and Milliardo
wondered how someone so small could be so strong and protective of other
people. Duo met his eyes, all concern. "I'm always here for you, Mill,
Mill leaned down and kissed him. "That's my line right now, love. You're
the one that needs comfort, not me."
Duo shrugged. "I'm okay." He grinned at Milliardo. "You're damned good
at this comforting stuff, Mill. l don't even remember what it was all
Milliardo's hand traced a slow pattern over Duo's back to relax him. Bio
skin was slightly different from real skin. It had a texture. Though the
scars from Duo's attack were only visible faintly in certain light, sensitive
fingers could feel what those scars spelled out. Milliardo wondered, suddenly,
if there were any other scars that Duo had covered up. Remembering how
Duo had flinched and reached for his back, his fingers itched to search
for evidence of more violence. He refrained. Duo would know what he was
doing, he was sure, and he didn't want to undo whatever comfort he had
given the young man. Instead, he held Duo gently and said, "Rest, love."
Duo snuggled and smiled and they were soon fast asleep again.
Outside their door, Heero listened to the long silence and then smiled
in relief. He ruffled Missy's ears and then walked back to his own room,
confident that Duo was being well taken care of.
Noin sat as if she were at attention, face a study in control. Milliardo
sighed inwardly, recognizing that angry glint in her eyes that betrayed
her even on a vidscreen. He could guess at her thoughts with some accuracy,
he felt. She was saying," I don't understand why you don't have a dozen
officers on your staff that equal or surpass my abilities, Prince Milliardo."
"There are few people that I trust implicitly to carry out my commands
to the letter," he told her. "This operation begs for that kind of officer."
"I am not a Preventer officer, your Highness," she replied. "It seems
to me that morale would suffer, and that there would be resentment, if
you brought in a person to command an operation from outside the Preventers."
"It isn't necessary to call me, 'Your Highness', Lu, "Milliardo protested
acidly. "Nor is it necessary to pretend that we don't know each other.
Noin looked at a point in space and said stiffly, "I would prefer that
we keep our relationship strictly professional, sir."
Milliardo scowled. "Well, then, if that is the way you wish it, then I
expect you to follow orders, Noin. I order you to participate in this
operation with the full backing of my sister, Relena, your employer."
Noin barely contained her anger, but she fired off a stiff, "Yes, sir.
Will that be all, sir?"
"Yes," Milliardo replied and then sighed and leaned back in his chair.
"I will contact you with the details tomorrow."
"Yes, sir," Noin responded with acute correctness.
Milliardo turned off the vid screen and rubbed at his forehead. A hand
appeared and rubbed it for him, a calloused hand that was broad and male.
Milliardo leaned back and closed his eyes. A kiss landed on his nose and
"That's better," Duo said with a chuckle. "You know, you two have really
got to talk."
Milliardo tried not to tense at the suggestion.
"You did kind of lead her on during the war, you know," Duo told him.
"I know having her loyalty was important, but you broke the woman's heart."
"I know that I have an obligation to correct that wrong, but she has refused
to discuss it in the past," Milliardo replied.
Duo wrapped arms around him and rested his chin on Milliardo's shoulder.
His breath tickled Milliardo's neck as he said, "We all did things we
regret. I'm sure she has too. If we're going to make this work, we have
to get her to-"
"Get over her need to see both of us dead?" Milliardo cut in sourly.
"Yeah, something like that," Duo replied, chuckling again.
"Love," Milliardo said, suddenly serious. "I'm not very comfortable orchestrating
this 'date' for Heero. It seems as if it is something personal and something
he should accomplish on his own."
"A date for someone like Heero and Noin is toting guns and kicking bad
guy ass, trust me on that," Duo replied, "They won't even consider being
together unless they know they can operate as soldiers together. It was
the same way with me and Heero. He didn't even want to be friends until
he saw that we could fight together effectively. " He grinned as he nuzzled
Milliardo's neck and slipped a hand down over his broad chest. "It's a
soldier equivalent of an icebreaker."
"Still..." Milliardo grumbled, but couldn't help a flush as Duo's hand
slipped into the collar of his knit shirt and found his erect nipple.
Duo told him in a husky voice, "The operation is simple clean up and she
is perfect for the job, so you don't have to worry that you're doing something
Duo's fingers rubbed Milliardo's nipple. "Bedroom?" He asked plaintively.
Milliardo smiled. "You're displaying restraint."
"I'm learning," Duo replied with a smirk. "Now, reward me and come along,
sir. I'd like to accomplish our own mission."
Milliardo followed Duo, feeling a definite rise at the prospect, especially
as he watched Duo walk down the hallway in front of him, his long braid
swinging back and forth across his rounded ass.
When they reached the bedroom, Duo flung off his oversized shirt and flopped
onto his back on the wide bed. He stretched like a cat and the sunshine
from a window played across his lithe form. Raising his legs, he shimmied
out of underwear and jeans and tossed them aside to join his shirt. His
skin was pale, but his erection was flushed red and needy. He stroked
it broadly and then smiled at Milliardo.
Milliardo closed and locked the bedroom door and then he slowly took off
his own shirt, muscles rippling and broad chest flexing with the motion.
Duo watched him appreciatively. "You know," he said, "You'll need to infiltrate
the territory deeply."
Milliardo quirked a pale eyebrow. "Sounds like a dangerous mission."
"Not if you have the right equipment," Duo smirked and tossed him a tube
Milliardo caught the tube deftly and replied, "I like a soldier who is
always well prepared."
Duo laughed, surprised by Milliardo's uncharacteristic boldness. "I wouldn't
want to disappoint my commander."
Milliardo unsnapped his jeans and let them slide down his hips onto the
floor. He stepped out of them with the grace of a panther and stalked
towards the bed, head tilted so that his blonde hair shaded his clear
blue eyes, eyes that were full of passion for his lover.
"I doubt that you could ever disappoint me," Milliardo told him in all
seriousness and then he was flowing onto the bed and on top of Duo. He
was careful of his smaller lover, pressing down, but not using his full
weight. His knee moved between Duo's legs and tried to slide them apart.
Milliardo looked down into his lover's face and found a sultry smile there.
"Am I straying from mission parameters?" Milliardo wondered.
"Just want to make sure I'm following orders and that I'm not making my
commanding officer take measures he doesn't want to," Duo replied and
he did look slightly worried. "I know I can make a situation that my commander
finds it hard to not engage in if he-"
Milliardo put a finger to Duo's lips to quiet him and his eyes sparkled
as he said, "There isn't any operation I'd rather be engaged in right
now. Let's proceed."
Duo grinned, "Yes, sir!"
Duo's hands cupped Milliardo's ass and his legs slid apart, offering himself.
He urged Milliardo by pulling his hips in a suggestive motion and trailing
kisses along his lover's neck. He suddenly lapped with a broad stroke
of his tongue right beneath Milliardo's chin. That sent Milliardo past
the point of no return. He had to have Duo, right then.
Milliardo moved Duo onto his side. Duo looked back over his shoulder as
Milliardo spooned up behind him. When his coated erection slid between
Duo's ass cheeks, Duo made a sound almost like a purr and his skin flushed
warmly. Milliardo rubbed there and that purr turned into a groan. Bracing
Duo with one arm around his slim waist, he very carefully entered him,
pushing his erection in past tight flesh.
Their motions were powerful and rhythmic after that, the quiet of the
afternoon punctuated by their moans and pants of pleasure. The sun washed
over their striving bodies like a blanket of silken light.
It was hard for Milliardo to describe, even to himself, the pleasure he
felt holding his smaller lover against him; the almost overwhelming surge
of possessiveness that over came him that spoke of primal instincts to
mount, mate, and claim his lover in the most basic of ways. He felt dominant,
alpha, stronger than he had ever felt in his life, yet Duo was hardly
submissive. He was strong as well, taking as much as Milliardo, hands
and body possessing as he was possessed despite their positions, yet Milliardo
still couldn't help feeling as if he were 'taking' his mate, even with
that show of strength. Duo was his and, when he pumped hot seed into the
striving body against him, he felt as if he were sealing that claim forever.
Milliardo cried out as he spent his passion, but he was reaching for Duo's
erection as well, meeting a hand already pumping frantically there, and
joining with that rhythm to help his Duo reach his own climax. When Duo
tossed wildly and shouted in release, Milliardo held onto him tightly,
riding the force of that storm, still buried deeply in his lover and feeling
the orgasm pulse against his organ.
Milliardo and Duo finally relaxed, spent and exhausted, both of them panting.
Milliardo kissed the nape of Duo's neck and then gathered him close in
his arms. "Mission accomplished," he breathed.
Duo laughed shakily. "And you should get a damned medal for it, lover."
After a time of relaxing against each other, Duo tried to move. Milliardo
restrained him. He had been quiet and thoughtful, but now Milliardo stirred
himself and said, "I'm still enjoying myself."
"We're being cemented together," Duo grumbled. "Clean up first, cuddle
Milliardo sighed, but released his hold on Duo. Duo turned in his arms
and their bodies finally separated. Duo swung his legs over the side of
the bed and stood. He swayed and grinned at Milliardo. "Damn! My legs
don't want to work, Mill!"
"You're wounded, then, soldier," Milliardo told him as he rolled from
the bed and stood up as well. "I had best administer first aid."
Duo's grin turned sexy and he winked, "You can administer it in the shower."
"Where else?" Milliardo returned and smiled as he began to follow Duo
into the bathroom, his lover walking unsteadily on legs weak from their
love making. Suddenly, Duo turned and jumped onto Milliardo, facing him
with legs wrapping round Milliardo's waist.
"Carry me?" Duo asked plaintively. "We don't have a stretcher."
Milliardo smacked Duo on the bottom. "You are incorrigible! You are trying
to start another mission and we may not have the time for it."
"I'm not the one who wanted to stay in bed," Duo reminded him archly.
"That was the exhaustion speaking," Milliardo told him, "Not the voice
"Well," Duo tempered, "What's on the schedule for today? It is our day
Milliardo considered it, both of his hands cupping Duo's ass now. His
eagerness to forget reason rose up against Duo and Duo smirked like a
tempting devil when he felt it.
"Your choice," Duo said, sounding serious despite his expression. "You
call the shots."
Milliardo had a small voice inside that sniffed at decadence, that told
him behaving so unseemly in the middle of the day was wrong, that even
being in that position in front of a window that had the curtain drawn
back was the height of perversion. He looked down into Duo's laughing,
purple eyes and then he said roughly in rebellion, "It's my day off, dammit!"
and he carried Duo into the bathroom.
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