Platinum [complete]

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Seeing he wasn\'t yet denied access to anything he wanted of Heero, Milliardo touched his lips upon the brunette\'s softly, in a simple, chaste kiss. A ghost of a smile played on his mouth as he did it once more, kissing simply because he could, like one might to a lover.

This was new to him... he had never \'dated\' in his younger years-- he had gone straight from adolescence into tricking, forced out of innocence. He kissed Heero one more time before closing his mouth firmly onto that of the man beneath him, sliding his tongue through lips that opened all too eagerly, and he tasted the brunette once more, wondering if Heero could also taste himself. Milliardo moaned with sheer anticipation as he finally drew his fingers from within the brunette and pulled away from the kiss for just a moment, taking hold of Heero\'s hips and lifting the man\'s lower body off the mattress.

He removed the towel from around his own waist and revealed his aching need, stroking it a few times and coating it with his own precum and slick fingers. Milliardo pressed the head of his length against the brunette\'s entrance and leaned forward, lifting Heero\'s legs once more as he pressed himself inside the tight flesh ever so slowly.

It was the blonde\'s turn to do the moaning-- he growled low in his throat as Heero tightened himself around the throbbing length impaling him, probably from sheer shock rather than experience.
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When Zechs\' hands had rested on his hips, Heero was ready to squirm with anticipation. He was afraid to make a sound as those strong hands lifted him in preparation. His cock hadn\'t softened completely after he\'d orgasmed, and he could feel the dampness through the nest of curls - not from his own release, but from Zechs\' saliva. He should have found it disgusting, but instead it created a warm coil in the pit of his stomach. When Zechs had kissed him, there had been a faint unfamiliar taste to his mouth that hadn\'t been there earlier. It was difficult for Heero to wrap his mind around - that Zechs had not only brought him off with his mouth and hands - but had swallowed it - all of it, or damn near it.

He felt the head of Zechs\' cock nudge at his entrance, and despite how much he thought he wanted it, he couldn\'t help tensing up as the blond pressed himself inside slowly. It was larger than Zechs\' fingers, and there was no distraction in the form of Zechs\' lips anywhere on his body, but it was surprisingly less uncomfortable - aside from his body\'s natural reaction to trying to expel the invader.

Just when he was ready to grit his teeth and tolerate it for the sake of saving face, Zechs let out a moan, and Heero\'s eyes widened. Zechs hadn\'t made any noise at all up until then, although he\'d really had no reason to. It was a reaction to what they were doing, and Heero found it an incredible turn-on that he was the one responsible for the rumbling in Zechs\' chest.

He relaxed slightly, only to tense up a bit again as Zechs pressed forward again. His balls came to rest against Heero\'s ass and Heero felt a slight throbbing where Zechs had impaled him. He raised his hands and gripped the pillow near his head, clenching his fists around it and giving a slight nod.
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Heero seemed to relax just a fraction, and it was taken as the go-ahead-- the blonde pulled back slowly, gently, and pushed himself inside once more, taking his time even though every part of him wanted to ravage the man beneath him. He moaned once more as Heero nodded and tightened again. \"Heero,\" the blonde ground out, swallowing hard as he fought thrusting viciously. Instead he picked up the pace slightly.

This was maddening. Beads of sweat were forming on Zechs\' temples and the small of his back, yet he hadn\'t even begun physical strain-- he had never been this roused before. He had never taken a lover for the sake of sex rather than money before! But, Heero didn\'t seem to be enjoying it as much-- his hands were clenching his pillow as though he were in agony. Milliardo took the brunette\'s left wrist in his hand and pulled it away from the pillow, guiding it down to his own softened root of desire. He curled Heero\'s fingers around the shaft along with his own, and began to stroke the length with the brunette, trying to stir the fires within him once more so they could both enjoy it. The blonde smirked and finally reached a faster pace, pushing inside the delectable man beneath him and moving their hands at the same speed.
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Heero thought he might shred the pillow by the time he was done, digging into it with his nails and fighting with his body to relax. Zechs looked like he was in pain as well, and then he hissed Heero\'s name. The way it rolled off Zechs\' tongue caused a shudder to run through Heero\'s body, and he knew now just why he\'d given the man his name. He\'d wanted to hear it. He wanted to hear it again. His eyes fought to stay open and they traveled over Zechs\' glistening skin, taking in the faint purple markings on his arm and watching that arm lift up and reach over Heero\'s head to remove his death grip on the pillow.

Zechs drew his hand down and wrapped around it as it encircled his shaft.
Heero had never gotten it up a second time after climax, but then he\'d never really had any reason to, either. He didn\'t know if it was the physical stimulation - Zechs\' length inside him, their joined hands around his cock, the feel of Zechs\' damp skin against his own - or the fact that he was doing something this reckless and unplanned for the first time in a very long while, but his cock stirred to life again as Zechs began to thrust in and out, picking up a rhythm.

\"Zechs,\" he said, a pleading tone entering his voice, raspy with need. Their twined fingers stroking his length did something to him, caused an odd twist in his gut, and the warmth in his belly spread through his body as his mind processed the fact that this man who was a complete stranger to him when he woke up this morning was fucking him.
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Once he had his pace set, Milliardo was free to roam, and that he did-- he leaned down and lapped at the salt of Heero\'s skin, then took one of the hardened nipples atop the heaving chest into his mouth, rolling his tongue over it and sucking gently before nipping it with his teeth. He lapped at the small nub of flesh as though to soothe it after the pinch, then placed a soft kiss upon it before allowing his mouth to wander, kissing along Heero\'s neck. The brunette called his name again-- it made Milliardo\'s chest tighten to hear it, and the need to tell this man his real name rose more than once, but he restrained it, instead kissing the smooth skin of Heero\'s jaw just beneath his ear.

Another moan flowed from Milliardo\'s lips before he even realized it, and it ended with a short gasp as the brunette tightened once more.

He was going to release soon, and he had barely gotten started! \"Heero! God, Heero!\" he panted. Forget courtesy-- need became priority as the blonde started to thrust heavily into the tight entrance, and this time he forced his kiss upon the brunette, pushing his tongue between soft lips and searching the hot mouth thoroughly as he pumped deeper and faster, aiming for the same spot he had reached with his fingers, aiming to make Heero beg with pleasure.

If he was going to reach a new height of ecstasy, he didn\'t want to do it alone. Milliardo\'s other hand clenched the sheets beneath their writhing bodies as he moaned into the brunette\'s mouth, closing his eyes for the kiss , squeezing them shut and burning this feeling into memory for eternity.
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Zechs was setting off small sparks along Heero\'s skin as he laved one of his nipples - an area Heero hadn\'t even realized was sensitive. The fact that he was now rock hard again was unfathomable, or it had been up until the evidence was firmly in hand. Then Zechs was kissing him again, and it was hotter and needier than the prior ones had been. Zechs moved his hips and the angle he struck inside of Heero changed - grazing that sensitive spot inside again and making Heero\'s body practically thrash on the bed. More of Zechs\' body was in contact as the blond deepened the kiss, and Heero felt Zechs free hand at his side, and the change in the wrinkles of the sheets. He\'d never felt this responsive to any sort of stimuli, and he arched his back and groaned as the position allowed Zechs to strike his prostate again.

He slid his tongue along Zechs, ignoring the need for oxygen, wanting only to feel as much of this man as he could. His entire body was taut, and he gave a long, low moan around Zechs tongue as he felt the onset of a second orgasm...this one not as urgent as the first.
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With every heaving breath Heero made, his body seemed to grip onto Milliardo\'s pulsing need, and as he arched his back, it was like a fist squeezing at him, demanding he release his seed. Their bodies were slick in the light coming from the doorway, and the blonde felt like crying out as some animal would. He growled and released a strangled cry as the peak approached-- he couldn\'t last much longer with the way Heero was responding to him. Milliardo broke the kiss to moan from deep within his chest as he pulled back and thrust mercilessly into the brunette, clenching his fist over Heero\'s and increasing the pace of their strokes to his erection as well.

Milliardo came inside the brunette with a shudder, thrusting several more times to expel the last of his essence as he whispered \"Heero... my god, Heero, Heero...\" under his breath, eyes still closed, sweat beading on his forehead and stinging his eyes.
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It was the sound of his name being chanted quietly that did it for Heero. It made him feel both possessor and possessed, and he felt the spurt of warmth as it trickled down their joined hands. There was very little of it, coming so close to his last orgasm, but somehow this one seemed more significant.

It could have been the fact that he had, in a sense, just lost his virginity. He slowly uncurled his fingers from the pillow and reached up to brush the sweat drenched platinum hair behind Zechs\' ear. His thumb brushed a bead of sweat off the upper lip, wondering if it was a trick of the lighting from outside that made Zechs mouth seem a bit swollen.

The thrusting had stopped, and Zechs no longer seemed to fill him quite as much. Heero\'s thumb continued to caress Zechs\' lip, his fingers grazing along Zechs\' cheek as he stared in wonder at the first man he\'d ever allowed such liberties. He\'d not only allowed the man to fuck him, he hadn\'t insisted on any form of protection. He should have been angry, or resentful, but he was neither of these things. He was, if anything, feeling a sense of foreboding loss.
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Heero was... caressing him, and looking at him with... what was that, kindness? It was so strange, so new to him... He panicked.

The blonde\'s energy was sapped, and yet he pulled out of the warm body and rolled off the bed, getting to his feet slowly and swiping the pale fluids from his stomach, licking at his fingers absently. What had he done? He wasn\'t going to get paid for this... and now he had wasted, what, half the night with this man?! Treize was going to murder him, and the possibility of that statement being literal sent a chill down Milliardo\'s spine. It wasn\'t that he was afraid of death... but to die so shamefully, beaten to death by your pimp? He had been raised to become something so much better... And he could feel Heero\'s eyes on his back.

Why had he done it? Why? The answer was simple-- lust had overtaken him for the first time, and he hadn\'t even put up a struggle. He had initiated it, even! \"Heero...\" he began, then stopped, refusing to look at the man whose last thread of innocence he had stolen, all for a quick fuck...

Milliardo wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his wrist, and left the bedroom, searching for his clothes. Where the hell had he put his clothes?! He had to get out of here. He had to make the money he owed Treize tonight, or... or what! His mind was swimming. Where were his clothes!
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Heero swallowed the lump in his throat as he watched Zechs - or whatever the fuck his name really was - walk out of the room. He wiped his hand on the sheets hastily and slid out of bed, picking up his pants and pulling them on, fastening them with shaking hands.
He could feel the anger building - the rage - the feeling of being used. If he were in a more rational frame of mind, he\'d have been more empathetic. Zechs likely felt like that all the time...or maybe he was so used to it he didn\'t care.

He sure as hell put on quite an act, Heero thought bitterly, picking up his button down shirt and shaking it. \"Try the bathroom,\" he said, his voice cold and biting. He shoved his hands in his pockets, wishing to hell he HAD the money, because he\'d like nothing better than to put things back into their proper places.

After all, he\'d climaxed twice. That had to be worth something. He glanced around the room, looking for something that he could throw, preferably something breakable, and his eyes lit upon a large ceramic cow under a pair of dirty boxers.
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Milliardo clenched his teeth as the words were thrown at him like icicles. He knew exactly why Heero was upset-- and the blonde understood it completely! He was upset, too! \"Look, I know this looks bad, but I didn\'t mean to... I mean, it wasn\'t supposed to...!\" He balled his fists and marched towards the bathroom.
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He picked it up and hurled it against the wall, watching the shards fly. It felt good, but not good enough. He sent an empty glass and an ashtray after the cow, and then swore as he stepped on a piece of broken glass making his way out of the bedroom to insure his guest got the hell out of the apartment before the roommate got back. It was while he was sitting there pulling the piece out that he spied the wad of bills lying in the pile of dirty laundry amid the remnants of the cow.

His fingers tightened on the glass and he yanked it out, then reached over and picked up the billfold. He noticed the hearts drawn on red ink on the top most bill. Son of a bitch...that was the money that was supposed to go for the phone bill. That was before the phone had gotten shut off. He\'d remembered it because one of the women at the bar had slipped it under her empty glass and winked at him before she left.
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What was he supposed to say? I\'m sorry, it was amazing, I know you\'re mad but I have to go make a few dollars so I can walk the street for a few more weeks?! The shattering of glass wasn\'t a new noise to Milliardo, but he hadn\'t expected it to happen here, though he should have. Why hadn\'t he thought this through? Why hadn\'t he used his brain instead of his cock?! He pulled his shorts on angrily and zipped them up, forgetting about the button as he wrung his shirt out over the sink. He glanced over his shoulder to see why things were suddenly silent, and saw Heero picking glass out of his foot

A stab of guilt wrenched in his gut, and he turned a blind eye to it, marching out of the bathroom. \"Look. I\'m so--\" he was interrupted, however.
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Heero flicked the wad of bills at Zechs\' midsection. \"I lied,\" he said. \"But you were worth it. Take what you need and a little extra for extending me the line of credit, and we\'ll call it even.\"

He pulled his shirt on and walked past Zechs, careful to avoid even brushing against him. He hated himself for the bitter edge to his voice, but he\'d learned the hard way about giving in to his impulses, hadn\'t he? Wasn\'t that why he\'d dropped out of college and come here?

He didn\'t even care if Zechs pocketed the entire amount. He was tired of living here, tired of putting up with a roommate who took advantage of him, tired of allowing himself to think he deserved nothing better in life. If he had to go crawling back to his stepfather, he would. It couldn\'t possibly sting half as much.
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A slap, right to the face, and ruthless. Should he have been surprised? No. Should he have been hurt? No. Yet he was both. Milliardo picked up the money as the brunette walked past him. This would solve his problems, temporarily. This would make Trey leave him alone. He fisted the bills as tears stung his eyes but he denied them permission to fall. Crying now, Milliardo? He\'d reached a new low, lower than anything he had imagined. One thing he had prided himself on was that he had never cried.

The blonde opened his fist, letting the bills flutter to the floor like feathers, then grabbed Heero\'s shoulder, spinning him around. Swiftly and accurately his fist collided with the man\'s jaw, and one tear flew in the air as the punch connected.

He was in the wrong no matter what way it was looked at, hew knew it, but Milliardo didn\'t know what else to do. As Heero reeled from the sucker punch, the blonde stepped around him and ran out the door, slamming it behind him and leaving the money and his shirt on the floor.

He ran down the stairs, down the sidewalk, and into a back alley, shoeless, shirtless and feeling rather soulless. \"Fuck. Fuck!\" He bellowed, swinging his already sore fist at a brick wall and opening new wounds. Blood dripped from his hand as he walked further down the alley.

\"Lookin for a little company?\" a gravely voice cooed, oozing with perversion.

Milliardo looked at the man who had asked the question. He was well dressed, but very obviously drunk and freshly kicked out of a bar.

\"Three hundred for everything,\" the blonde said, his voice deadened.

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