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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.

Chapter List
- 1-Power Trip
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
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- 11-11
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Milliardo finally stirred, after an hour. He berated himself for foolishness, for allowing himself to feel for Duo with the unbridled passion of a callow youth. Where was his self control? Where was his maturity? Duo couldn't be won by hanging onto his ankles and begging him to open up and have a relationship. No, Duo was like a well defended steel bulkhead. Only a clever, well planned out assault was going to win the day.

Milliardo shook out Duo's coat, smoothed wrinkles, and then went to hang it in a coat closet. He had his standards and his own pride, he thought firmly. He wasn't going to throw them to the wind for love. He wouldn't bow to sexual needs or accept Duo's promiscuous behavior.

The coat closet was by the front foyer, a large, picture window overlooking the sweeping drive and subtle manicuring of nature on the front lawn. The porch was clearly visible and so was the man perched on an expensive railing looking peeved.

Milliardo felt annoyance as his heart throbbed in relief and fairly leapt out of his chest at the sight of Duo Maxwell. It didn't care that he was too old for passionate, unwise attachments. It wouldn't let him walk away and pretend that he had never seen the ex Gundam pilot. It made him open the door and step outside.

Duo was looking at the landscape intently. He didn't turn his head to look at Milliardo. "It's been almost an hour." He sounded accusing.

Milliardo felt even more annoyed at himself. He'd sat, hugging Duo's coat, for almost an hour? "You thought that I would come running after you? That I would reconsider?"

"That you would at least come and give me my coat." Duo finally looked at him, purple eyes snapping. "I guess I lost my magic somewhere back in the jungle."

"I don't want a fling," Milliardo insisted. "I don't live that way and I am not going to start. That isn't negotiable, no matter how charming you are."

"I've never felt this way before," Duo admitted more soberly. "I've always had experience to back me up."

"You can't learn?" Milliardo wondered acidly. "Where's your vaunted Gundam pilot ingenuity?"

Duo smiled and it didn't hold much humor. "What? I'm supposed to treat you like a mission? Infiltrate Milliardo's sex zone, penetrate, and capture?"

Milliardo raised pale eyebrows. "Capture? Not slip back into the shadows with your information and report back to headquarters?"

"They don't need to know, do they?" Duo snorted as he slowly stood up and took a step towards him, his hands stuffed into his pants pockets. "And, yeah, capture seems to be part of this mission. I think a long term incarceration of the target is definitely called for."

"There's still a problem though," Milliardo pointed out. "You can only capture one target until you decide what you want to ultimately do with him."

Duo waggled an eyebrow. "I thought what I wanted to do was obvious?" He sighed when Milliardo frowned and added, "It's not like you're the only one with demands, here."

"What are yours?" Milliardo wanted to know curiously.

"I top. Period," Duo stated firmly.

"Afraid for your masculinity?" Milliardo sneered.

"It's just what I like," Duo insisted. "If you want to be exclusive, then you have to make it worth my while. I like sex... a lot of sex. I'm not sure about your libido, but I can already guess it's not like mine."

"I have a theory about that," Milliardo said, closing the space between them by taking a step towards Duo.

Duo rolled his eyes. "I've already heard it all, Mill."

"Have you?" Maybe you haven't agreed with them because you've never found someone to make you stop?"

"Stop? Stop fucking everyone?" Duo grinned and rubbed a hand down to an obvious erection. "I don't think this guy responds to anything but warm, tight places. It's not really all about my childhood traumas."

Duo finally closed the space between them and tentatively took hold of a bit of Milliardo's shirt. He fisted it and then looked up into Milliardo's face. "I'm not looking for Daddy... or Mom... or Love never achieved. I'm just looking to relieve this really bad need that I always seem to have."

"There are medications for that," Milliardo replied blandly. "And they do say fixing tom cats makes them stay home."

Duo looked uncomfortable at the mention of 'fixing'. "Sorry. I stay natural, if you know what I mean?" He sighed, then and gave Milliardo's shirt a tug. "Look, when I thought that I was in love with Heero, man of steel, emotionless bastard, mission face, a smart guy told me, 'if you go in trying to change someone then he wasn't the guy you really wanted.'. I agree with that. I'm might tone it down, but I am who I am. If I see a round ass, and I want it, it's going to be hard not to grab it. Doesn't mean I don't love you, just that my dick has no conscience."

Again Milliardo felt that constriction of his heart. "You love me? Isn't it rather soon to know that?"

"Is it?" Duo wondered.

"No, not really," Milliardo admitted. He couldn't deny how he felt.

"Then we have a problem, Fortress Barge," Duo quipped. "The docking bay doesn't have any running lights."

Duo let him go and strode back into the house. Milliardo followed him, at a loss.

"Where's my coat?" Duo wanted to know.

"In the coat closet." Milliardo supplied.

"You have a closet just for coats?" Duo chuckled as Milliardo retrieved the coat and handed it to him.

Duo smoothes it over one arm thoughtfully and then tossed it back into the closet. He said, as if he were making a hard decision, "Tell you what, I think you are important enough to..." he searched for the words and then found them, "make me try and control myself." He lifted a hand. "I, Duo Maxwell, do hereby swear, to try my best... not tap every available body that I come across."

Milliardo considered that and then asked, "And your demands for good behavior?"

"That you try it on the bottom, right now, and decide whether you can settle for that."

"Settle?" Milliardo grimaced. "I don't want to settle."

"That was a wrong choice of words." Duo agreed. "See if you like it? I'm told I'm amazing. You might find that you've been missing out all this time and that you could foresee a future under me?"

"Not likely," Milliardo grumbled, arms crossed over his chest.

Duo considered the problem and then lit up. "Hey! Why don't you find someone who likes to bottom and you can tap him when you feel you have to?"

Milliardo reached for Duo's coat. Duo caught his hand and pulled him away from the closet. He was surprisingly strong for his size. He seemed to use Milliardo's long legs against him as he managed to lead him towards a bedroom.

"Okay, I didn't mean that," Duo backtracked. "I don't know what I mean, actually. I just want this settled between us. You're that important to me."

"Important because I have a warm tight hole?" Milliardo growled. "Is that why you're taking me to my bedroom?"

"Do you?" Duo asked with a glazed look and then shook his head as he opened a door and smiled at the large sitting room and the wide bed that he could see in an adjoining room. He turned to face Milliardo.

"I've already told you that this isn't just about sex," Milliardo reminded him.

"It's all about sex," Duo countered. "My way of having sex. Here's the cross roads Mill. You make the call. I can tone it down, but I'm not going to change. You're not going to change either. I get that, too. So, what we have to decide is, can we accept that about each other? As far as I can see, the only unknown variable, here, is whether you like getting under me. We should find that out right now. It might be the final deal breaker."

"Deal? We're making a deal?" Milliardo wondered sourly. "I was just deciding that I wanted a few dates, first."

"Dates?" Duo sighed as he pulled Milliardo towards the bedroom. "We spent how long in the jungle with me on your back? Isn't that long enough to get to know one another? I think you're being shy."

"I have standards, Maxwell," Milliardo protested but he wasn't stopping Duo from sitting him on the bed and bending down to take off his shoes. Duo flipped each one over his shoulder, and then started removing Milliardo's socks, as if he were a child. he kept darting amused looks up at Milliardo's face, as if wondering about permission to continue.

"Standards, " MIlliardo tried again.

"I have standards, too," Duo replied. "My standard says I make this as enjoyable as possible for my partner. Where's the condom and lube?"

Milliardo felt a blush, but Duo was already headed for the bathroom. Milliardo heard things opening and then closing as he unbuttoned his shirt slowly.

What was he going to do? Why was he going along with this? Did he think that Duo was right or did he think a relationship between them was so impossible, that he was settling for just the sex. Something was better than nothing?

"I'm going to hate myself," Milliardo muttered.

"What?" Duo asked as he came back into the bedroom with his acquired items. he tossed them on the bed, smiling appreciatively at Milliardo's now bared torso.

"Nothing," Milliardo bit back and then watched Duo undress. The man didn't have any modesty, he decided, and he definitely wasn't small in a certain area. Milliardo felt a moment of intimidation.

Duo stroked it and then let it bob free. "Wanna touch?"

Milliardo did, badly. He swallowed hard. "I'm not sure about this..."

"I'm not going to force you," Duo said as he stretched out on the bed beside Milliardo. "Just putting it out there."

It was in easy reach, now, and Milliardo simply couldn't resist. Duo caught his breath a little as Milliardo wrapped his hand around it. It was warm and hard, but the head was soft to the touch and already leaking fluid.

His hand left it to travel over the war marked body that went along with it. Hard muscles, scars, tattoos, even a few burn marks. When his hand went to Duo's face, cupping his cheek, he slid to look him in the face and study Duo's expression.

"You have a smart mouth, but your eyes tell me what you're really feeling," Milliardo informed him.

"Don't diss my mouth. It's talented," Duo told him with a chuckle and moved to show Milliardo that talent.

He was... talented, Milliardo admitted as Duo went down on him expertly. Milliardo wasn't surprised when Duo's hand went lower and made moves to prepare him for what Duo really wanted.

Why was he allowing it? Was he compromising himself? Was he doing just what he had promised never to do, letting Duo use his charm to manipulate him?

Milliardo turned so that Duo's fingers slid out of him. "On one condition."

Duo looked unnerved, losing his focus, his sexual needs wanting release. "What's that?"

"You try it as well."

Duo frowned. Milliardo reached and stroked his erection. Duo bit his lip. It felt like dirty pool, but the man should not insist on something that he would never agree to.

"Only if... if you stop... if I say so," Duo insisted.

"As long as I get the same consideration," Milliardo replied.

"Done."

Did he end up liking it? After a protracted preparation, some pain, and many abrupt halts where he was cajoled into continuing, Milliardo, filled with Duo Maxwell's hardness to the hilt, hips raised submissively, and Duo's loosened hair cascading all around him, had to admit that he wasn't miserable. When Duo felt confident enough to start pumping slowly, his opinion changed to tolerable, and an awareness that it might be enjoyable after some practice.

Milliardo gritted teeth and let Duo finish. The man kissed his back, caressed him, and then reached underneath to jerk Milliardo off. He shrugged and rolled, hissing as Duo slid wetly out with a definite burning sensation. He was going to be very sore.

"Okay, lover?" Duo wondered anxiously, but then went grim when Milliardo began rolling a condom onto himself. "Now?" Duo stretched out onto his back, looking well satisfied, but sighed when Milliardo applied lube and approached him.

"I'm not a virgin, you know?" Duo told him.

That gave Milliardo pause. He was already taking hold of Duo's ankle and reaching for a pillow to put under Duo's ass. "So, you really don't like this?" Milliardo asked and then considered something darker. "You weren't...?"

Duo didn't reply to either question. He simply said, "Stuff happens and people suck. He wasn't good. Maybe you're better?"

Milliardo felt a weight settle on his shoulders. "How long ago?" he wondered.

"Ancient," Duo replied and then lifted his legs. "Stone age. Lots of therapy and fucking and I'm over it."

"Are you lying to yourself, again?"

"The best kind of lie," Duo replied with a smirk. "It gets you through life."

"You won't tell me?"

"Nope."

"I'll be careful," Milliardo promised.

"Of course you will," Duo agreed.

Milliardo saw Duo close his eyes and his shoulders grow tense. One hand closed on the sheets hard. What would you do for someone you loved? Sacrifice.

Duo's eyes snapped open as Milliardo straddled him. His hands cupped Milliardo's ass, making him go very slow as Milliardo impaled himself on Duo's erection.

"What about...?" Duo was almost afraid to ask.

"Maybe, in time. Not now," Milliardo replied.

They came together, Duo jerking him off in a strong hand and coming hard deep inside of Milliardo. When they lay together, after, panting as they recovered their breath, Milliardo felt that Duo had helped him make a right decision. His standards were still there, but for love, he had to understand that some people were only human, and that they had to come at those standards in their own way.

"It's hard for me," he finally said, "to accept that I might find you screwing the pool boy, one day, or the chauffeur in the back of the limo."

"I don't do boys," Duo retorted.

"That's just a title," Milliardo replied. "My pool boy is sixty eight."

"Older men can be exciting," Duo chuckled and then sobered as he pulled Milliardo into his arms. "I can't say what I'll do. I'm probably bound to disappoint you."

"Maybe, but it's up to me to decide whether I can still maintain my standards and accept you as you are."

"It could be that I was really just looking for love," Duo tried. "Your love? Maybe you'll be enough, now?"

"We stopped believing in fairy tales," Milliardo replied. "If we ever did believe in them."

"Sad, but true," Duo agreed and then kissed Milliardo deeply. "Whatever happens, can we keep loving each other?"

"Always," Milliardo assured him.

"Then I will do my best to remain... monogamous... as long as you keep putting out...often.... very often," Duo told him. "I mean, sometimes, hourly..."

"I need to teach you what your right hand is for," Milliardo replied sourly, but then relented. "We'll try to make this work."

"Together," Duo promised as he rolled Milliardo under him. "If you're not to sore...?"

"You really did mean, hourly, didn't you?"

"I try never to lie," Duo laughed.

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