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Power Trip	By : kracken Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3344 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing and I don't make any money off of this.

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"Why do I have so many sex partners?" Duo blinked in surprise and then smirked. "Can I come in, first, before I answer that?"

Milliardo stepped back and let him step inside of his home. Perched on the mountain side, overhanging a crystalline lake surrounded by forest, he had sent away servants and a few relations, to have this time with Duo alone. Now he felt nervous and he wasn't liking it one bit. He wanted to be calm and in control when he broached the subject of having a relationship with Duo.

"Drink?" Milliardo asked politely.

"And make you wait even longer for your answer?" Duo chuckled as he shucked off his long, black coat and tossed it onto the back of a red leather couch before a fireplace. He was dressed in a white T-shirt and jeans, black combat boots breaking up his relaxed attire. He looked around appreciatively. "Nice. It was worth the drive out here."

"Thank you," Milliardo replied and then Duo looked at him and grinned and he found himself blushing.

"Relax," Duo told him and then answered his question as he roamed the large living room and its rustic, log cabin like decor. "My life really sucked. Lots of pain, disappointment, and just trying to survive. Sex is great, fantastic, good even when it's bad. Of course, I want as much as I can get."

Milliardo nodded, "So, you're looking for something that feels good and makes your life... not so tragic?"

"It feels really good, Milliardo," Duo corrected.

Milliardo smiled, even though he was thinking hard about what Duo was saying. "Sex is your... escapism?"

"Like a good book, you mean, or a movie?" Duo replied thoughtfully.

"Only better?"

Duo nodded, agreeing. "Only better."

Duo's eyes were roving over Milliardo, now, speculatively. "You asked me here because you're shy? You want sex, but not just anywhere? You're worried about diseases? I have been regularly checked out and I do use condoms." Duo dug a few out of a pocket, along with a few packages of lube, and waggled them at Milliardo. His smile was predatory, now. "I'll be gentle. Where's the bedroom?"

"Can we have a conversation and a drink, first?" Milliardo wondered as he moved to light the fireplace and turn down the lights a little.

"Well, in case you haven't heard, I'm easy," Duo pointed out with a frown. "Can't we skip the foreplay?"

"If I said, no?"

"No?" Duo was genuinely puzzled, now. He adjusted his crotch and then sighed and flopped down on the couch, one arm slung along the back. His booted feet went on an expensive lacquer coffee table. "You sure know how to give a guy blue balls. Okay, let's drink and talk."

Milliardo poured a fine, aged whiskey into two tumblers and sat beside Duo, with an appropriate amount of space between them. As Duo took his drink he eyed the space and sighed again.

"How are you feeling?" Milliardo asked.

"Aside from horny, all right," Duo replied testily and then took a large swallow of whiskey appreciatively. "Good stuff." He smacked his leg. "It's a bit stiff and sore, still, but it'll be ready for duty when the next mission comes up."

Duo eyed Milliardo. "What about you?" he asked.

"Me? I wasn't injured," Milliardo replied coolly.

"The fuck you weren't," Duo retorted. "You did carry me up the side of a mountain."

"Muscle strains," Milliardo said dismissively and sipped his own drink.

"I can do awesome massage, if your muscles need it?" Duo informed him with a leer.

Milliardo met his eyes for a long moment and then said, speculatively, "Sex is more than about pleasure, isn't it? It's an emotional safety valve for anxiety. You're nervous and unsure, and you don't like that, so you screw the nearest willing body to get rid of it."

"If you say so," Duo replied with a shrug. "Sex is my cure for post traumatic stress syndrome? As long as it gets you in the sack with me, I'll play along."

"That's exactly what I don't want," Milliardo retorted, stronger than he had intended.

Duo looked startled and then relaxed again, taking a drink and looking away as if he had suddenly found the fireplace interesting. The light from the flames lit his face and made his eyes look like pools of amethyst.

"If I'm not here for sex, then why am I here.... sir?" Duo wanted to know.

Milliardo stared down into his drink, hand tight on the glass of the tumbler. "I'm interested in you, as a man, not as a sexual fulfillment," he replied carefully. "I find you frustrating and insubordinate. You are intelligent, yet also boorish, crude, and promiscuous to the point where I doubt that we can ever achieve any sort of meaningful relationship. I don't want to be, 'sir'. I want to be more to you than a chance to get off."

"Sounds girly," Duo grunted, tossed down the rest of his whiskey and then levered himself off the couch. He staggered until he regained his balance, scowling at his own ungainliness. His leg was giving him more trouble than he had been willing to admit. "When you find your dick, give me a call."

Milliardo caught his wrist, acutely angry. "What are you running from? Is the idea of staying longer than it takes to boff, so abhorrent to you?"

Duo smirked, but his eyes were hard. "You've been talking to Sally. She probably told you all about me, so I'm not sure why you're even asking questions like that one. I am Duo Maxwell, screwed up ex Gundam pilot, who loves screwing everyone in sight. I don't have any morals and I don't want them. I just want some pleasure out of this shit for a life. If you're not giving it to me..."

"I want to give you more than that," Milliardo insisted.

"Why?" Duo wondered harshly. "What about me makes you want more than a chance at my ass?"

Milliardo struggled for the answer but couldn't find one. "I don't know," he replied honestly.

Duo laughed outright, put down his glass on the coffee table, and strode for the door, his limp controlled until it was barely noticeable. It must have been painful. "When you know, call me and tell me," Duo called back to him and then he was through the front door and was gone.

He had left his coat behind. Milliardo put a hand on it as he swore softly. What did he see in that reprehensible man? Sex was part of it, but there was so much more bubbling under the surface. Milliardo couldn't give it a name, couldn't pinpoint why he had suddenly decided that Duo was someone he wanted long term. It didn't make any sense and Duo was right to question him. Why should Duo turn from his normal behavior when Milliardo couldn't make an argument to do so that was valid?

Milliardo fisted the black coat and pulled it towards him. He draped it over himself and thought long and hard as Duo's scent, from the material, made him wish that he had taken up Duo's offer of sex.

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