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Power Trip	By : kracken Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3344 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Maxwell has always been, 'One of the boys', to Milliardo. A child who, along with the other ex Gundam pilots, had never been allowed to be children, who were, even now, trying to navigate their way through the adult world of Preventers. Suddenly having that image turned on its head, in a most brutal fashion, caused Milliardo to freeze, rather than voice his outrage when he discovered Maxwell, and the requisitions master, at the back of the equipment lock up. They were engaged in an activity that no stretch of the imagining could have termed, acquiring mission ordinance.

Maxwell was not a child, was Milliardo's first thought. That naked back, muscles bunching and releasing as rounded hips pumped, and shoulders solid and capable as they flexed and rolled to keep the man he was dealing with firmly in place, were used to long missions in less than ideal locals. They were as mature as the activity both men were now engaged in.

The requisitions master wasn't a young man. Hair graying at the temple and a face only a mother could love, he was every opposite of Maxwell. Milliardo wasn't going to make the mistake of thinking that the larger man was necessarily in control of the situation. Maxwell had been trained in hand to hand combat at a level that Milliardo was still trying hard to comprehend. He had yet to see the ex pilot bested by anyone and that included himself. That made it a possibility that the requisitions master was an unwilling participant. Maxwell's hand across the man's mouth, clamped hard enough to show the white's of his knuckles, and his other hand planted firmly on the wall, upper torso pinning the larger man, put doubt into Milliardo's mind.

Maxwell bucked savagely and the requisitions master made strangled noises. Maxwell was grinning, though, eyes half closed and handsome face set in pleasure. When Milliardo said, "You will stop, now." He didn't. When Milliardo clamped down on a bare arm, he could feel Maxwell's shudder and quiver of orgasm. The man blinked, sucked in breath, and then swiveled large purple eyes to regard Milliardo.

"Bad timing, sir," Duo managed as he released the requisitions master all at once and stepped back. The man fell to his knees, panting, and then was scrambling up and yanking up his pants, belt buckle rattling.

The display was graphic, one man realizing consequences and afraid for his career, and another not alarmed in the slightest, who was looking down at himself and then around for something to clean himself with. He found a rag in the back pocket of the requisitions master, yanked it out, and began using it as the man came to attention, face pale.

"Daniels? Explanation?" Milliardo demanded.

The man's mouth worked and then firmed as he replied, "Maxwell forced me, sir! He's insane!"

Duo chuckled as he finished cleaning, tossed the rag at Daniel's, so that it hit him on the chest, and then began pulling up his pants. "Let's see, I think you said, 'I bet you're just as hot in bed as you are out on the field. I wonder what it would be like getting drilled by the best?' I just obliged."

The requisitions master went red and spluttered before saying, "I-I was... I didn't want..."

Duo sighed. "You found out that I was gay and wanted some. Nothing wrong with that. Did I meet expectations?"

The requisitions master swallowed hard. Milliardo tried to take back command of the situation. "Maxwell, you have just been accused of rape. Until these charges are investigated, you will be confined in the brig."

"Daniels?" Maxwell asked with raised eyebrows. "Are you really going to destroy my career to get out of a red mark on your record? I have lots of them. Hasn't effected me, one bit. Come on, it's not like you're going for a command position. You're almost retired."

Milliardo could see the older man thinking about that career, about saving face, about whether he had really wanted Maxwell drilling his ass. He swallowed hard again, and said, almost inaudibly, "I... I willingly participated, Commander Peacecraft."

"Good, man," Duo said with relief and then winked at him. "You were very good, by the way."

Daniels smirked, remembered himself, and then looked at Milliardo with fear again.

"You're both on report," Milliardo snapped furiously. "I would suspend you Maxwell, pending a hearing, but I need you on this mission. That doesn't mean that I won't consider it, afterward."

"Yes, sir," Duo replied and his reply lacked cockiness. He looked serious. It was that reaction that allowed Milliardo to calm himself.

"Finish the acquisition list," Milliardo snapped. "I came to make certain that the trigger bombs were packed correctly for the terrain that we will be experiencing. I wasn't expecting a porn show. This incident has set our time table for dust off, back. That will be part of the report."

Duo nodded, lips set hard, and began gathering their weapons. He hadn't replaced his green camo tank top. His dog tags were rattling with every motion. His long braid was swinging, caressing an extremely well defined upper body that was a road map of older injuries and a display for several tattoos. Boom! Boom! God of Death. Fly you friendly. The small of his back kept appearing whenever he had to bend to grab equipment. His tan stopped at his waistband, telling Milliardo that he was habitually without a shirt.

He smelled like sex. Not a good thing where men were concerned. Milliardo tried to ignore it as he checked the packing on the bombs, but then couldn't any longer. "Shower, Maxwell, and have yourself on the flight deck on time. If you're not there, you won't be a Preventer agent any longer."

And that would have been like discarding a beam cannon before a pitched battle, Milliardo thought. It wasn't an empty threat, though, and Maxwell's sharp reaction told Milliardo that he didn't consider it one. Worse than not having a decisive weapon was having one that a commander couldn't control. They both understood that.

Duo left his work and went without protest. The requisitions master, eager to reform himself, stepped into his place. The smell wasn't any less on him, but at least, Milliardo thought, he didn't have to be on a jump ship with him.

"Sorry, sir," the man tried. "I really hadn't planned-"

"It was rape, then," Milliardo snapped, glaring at the man as he carefully closed the case on the bombs.

"No," Daniels replied anxiously. "I did want him just... well... Just not here. I can't say I put up a fight, either. He only put his hand over my mouth because... it was really good. I couldn't keep quiet. Uh, you didn't want to hear that, sorry. I suppose I should take my red mark and shut up."

"Yes, you should," Milliardo ground out. "I won't tolerate unprofessional behavior, especially when it impacts one of my missions."

"Yes, sir."

"I want the equipment on the ship, now," Milliardo ordered. "I'll personally take the bomb case."

"Yes, sir."

Milliardo walked out, case securely under one arm and clasped tightly. His anger was boiling under the surface, but he needed to stay in control, and to put it aside. He couldn't help the image of Duo's flexing muscles and his pumping hips popping into his determination to mentally go over the mission, point by point.

The fact that Maxwell was definitely not a child any longer made an uncomfortable interest begin in Milliardo, one he wanted desperately to ignore. After his disastrous attempt to have a relationship with Noin, and his return to Earth from Mars colony, in defeat, he hadn't attempted to do anything other than submerge himself in his work. Men, certainly hadn't been on his menu since he and Trieze had gone their different ways. A short fling with the still lamented Otto, didn't count in Milliardo's thoughts. That had been relief, just, as he suspected, Duo's liaison with Daniel's had been. The fact that a more mature Maxwell might consider such a liaison between them, was enough to make Milliardo's uniform pants a bit uncomfortable.

It was out of the question, though, between a commander and a subordinate, especially one that was going to be on a mission with him. Milliardo didn't intend to forget that or to have anything mar his record. Besides, he thought, irritated at his own thoughts, he wasn't at all interested in a man as lacking in discipline and morals as Duo Maxwell.

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