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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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"Close thing," Sally said as she pushed along on her padded stool to reach a desk and checked a floppy chart. She pushed off again to another desk, retrieved another, and then rolled to where Milliardo was sitting.

Milliardo nodded wearily, eyes glazed, and mind blank.

Sally looked him over, sighed, and then made a mark on his chart. "You know," she said casually, "There's medical proof for dumb ass in love syndrome. It's called a mental disease, though, and it's often linked to depression, low self esteem, and a tendency for self flagellation."

Milliardo blinked. "What?"

"Exactly." Sally snorted in disgust as she made another note. "I have now officially diagnosed you. My treatment plan consists of some real sleep, solid nutritious food, and a declaration of love to your object of worship. Administer in any order that you would like."

Milliardo rubbed hands over his face and then managed, "I have reports to fill out for the inquiry."

"Not at Preventer hospital, you don't," Sally pointed out, "You've already been given a two week leave. Apparently Preventer brass doesn't view the mission as the complete disaster that you seem to."

"I can't imagine why," Milliardo replied acidly.

"Everyone is alive. Sloppiness, as you put it, can be forgiven when you've been set down in an impossible situation and you still manage to complete your mission." Sally tapped Milliardo's knee with his chart. "The only person being critical is you."

Milliardo rubbed at his eyes and let out a long sigh. He shrugged finally and levered himself up from his chair as if he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders. "I can't think any longer. I'll return to self flagellation once I've had some sleep."

"Progress, I suppose," Sally replied sourly. "Have someone drive you, though. You're in no shape to operate a vehicle."

"I'll find an empty bed here," Milliardo began, but Sally cut him off.

"You need real rest. I refuse to authorize you a hospital bed. Go home."

Milliardo tried to stare her down, but Sally only laughed at him.

"Don't," she warned. "or I'll sedate your ass and have you shipped off to the mental ward."

"For what reason?" Milliardo wondered irritably.

"For fixation on one object that is interfering with my patient's health," Sally replied and there was a firmness in her voice that convinced Milliardo that she was serious. "Duo is resting. Duo is safe. Duo has an entire hospital staff to attend to his every whim. He will be here, safe and sound, under my care, until you rest and return. I promise."

Milliardo grimaced. "Duo's whims may include bedding your entire male staff."

"Female staff as well," Sally smirked. "I know his libido very well, Milliardo. He could be on death's door and still want one last boff."

"Boff?" Milliardo mused at the world and then shook his head, almost falling asleep on his feet.

"It's something you'll have to get used to if you're going to be with him," Sally warned. "I've seen his relationships crash and burn enough times to know his routine. He's a creature of the moment. If that moment includes a willing body, he's humping it. You can imagine that most people can't tolerate that kind of behavior."

"Humping. Boff." Milliardo felt as if his head was spinning. "Is this a friendly warning?"

"I suppose it is," Sally snorted. "Call it, concern for your mental health."

"Duly noted," Milliardo replied and slurred his words. He blinked and rubbed at his eyes, again.

"Home, sleep," Sally reminded him.

Milliardo nodded. "Yes, sir."

"I never liked that stupid military insistence on non sexual titles," Sally grumbled. "I'm a ma'am."

"Ma'am," Milliardo corrected, saluted her, and managed to leave her office on his feet.

Milliardo didn't summon a driver immediately, though. Stumbling down the hall, and ignoring the curious looks of the hospital staff and patients, he slowly made his way to Duo's room.

The man was still fast asleep, the lights turned down low, and the best of medical equipment beeping along with his heart rate and pumping fluids and antibiotics into his depleted system.

Milliardo had managed to clean up and dress in generic green military jump suit. His hair was a tangled, white tail down his back, tied hastily on itself to keep it out of his way. He looked worn, he knew, beaten and hung out wet to dry. He really didn't want Duo to see him that way.

So, too, Duo probably would rather Milliardo not see him stripped of jewelry, dog tags, and dignity. His relaxed face was blue in the light of the machines. He looked as pinched and worn as Milliardo felt. They both needed rest and recovery. They needed it in different places, though, and Milliardo had to allow Duo at least dignity in how Milliardo saw him. No one liked a potential lover top see him at his worst.

There, he thought blearily, he had finally admitted it. Lover. He did want to be that man's lover. He did want those rough hands on him and those wide lips kissing a hot trail along his neck.

Milliardo shivered and tried to control a libido that didn't care about weariness or injuries. They would have time. Milliardo had decided to follow Sally's advice. Duo would be at the end of that list, though, when they were both rested and well, and able to discuss their feelings on even ground.

Milliardo almost reached out and touched Duo's rounded cheek, but then, didn't. It would have felt like a betrayal of trust, he knew. He wanted Duo's permission.

Milliardo stumbled out of the room and pulled his cell to call for a driver. It wasn't easy to leave that man, when everything inside of him wanted to curl up beside that bed and wait for his recovery, but Milliardo was a soldier. He was used to decisions that didn't take into account what he really wanted. He knew what was best. Going home, for now, was best.

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