Platinum [complete]

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Heero shook his head a few times to clear it, wondering what the hell had happened. Fucking slut, he thought bitterly, walking to the makeshift coffee table and picking up the plates. He worked his jaw a few times. It wasn\'t broken. A lot of things might have been broken in the apartment, but Heero Yuy was not one of them. He started to scrape the food into the garbage and glanced down at his chest, noticing the faint red marks where Zechs had suckled during foreplay.

He had fucking hickeys! He\'d allowed Zechs to mark him, and then sucker punch him. Hell, no. If Zechs wanted a fight, Heero thought, shoving his bare feet into his shoes and jerking the door open, then he\'s got one.
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Treize looked up at the apartment building he had been informed Zechs had entered, and his eyebrows rose ever so slightly. His expression remained nonchalant but his mind was reeling with disgust-- there was no way that whore could make three hundred off this place. He looked at the man standing in the freshly opened doorway, expression still cool, and smiled.
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Milliardo\'s eyelids remained hooded as he was taken by the wrist and guided out of the back alley and into the street once more, to a rather expensive car. The man fumbled with his keys but finally, with a leer, opened the car door and held it open for the blonde. \"After yewww...\" he slurred, laughing drunkenly. Milliardo got into the back of the car and watched passively as the man followed, closing and locking the door behind him. \"Now boy, let me suck you...\"

He closed his eyes and lay back on the car seat as he was pushed, feeling the clumsy hands tugging at his cut-offs while Milliardo fingered the bills in his hand.
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Heero recognized the man - there weren\'t many people in this section of town dressed like he was, and none of them would be caught dead visiting anyone who lived here. He debated on ignoring the man, but a quick glance up and down the street showed no sign of Zechs, and his injured foot was starting to sweat inside his shoe. He ran a hand through his hair and wondered who the hell he had pissed off in a past life.

\"What do you want?\" he asked, folding his arms across his chest and bringing the shirt closed in the process.
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\"Where\'s Zechs?\" Treize asked calmly, slipping his hand into the breast of his jacket and pulling out a slim cigarette. He lit it and eyed the brunette once more. Why would a semi-intelligent man like Zechs go for this trash? \"I need to talk to him.\"
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Heero didn\'t like the dismissive tone in the well dressed man\'s voice, nor the disapproving once over he was given, but perhaps that was too his advantage, if the man thought were so quickly willing to underestimate him. He had no game plan, no real chance of getting anywhere with this man, but then up until he\'d gotten out of work, he\'d not expected half of what had transpired. \"Zechs who?\"
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\"Don\'t play stupid, boy, it\'s really not to your advantage. You were seen entering this building with him. Tall blonde whore, can\'t keep his legs shut for a couple of dollars? You were kissing him on the street earlier.\"

Treize exhaled his smoke directly at the brunette, taking a step closer.
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Heero\'s teeth glittered as he bared them. \"Sorry, they all look alike to me. I have a thing for blonds.\" He shrugged carelessly, ignoring the smoke stinging his eyes and enjoying the tightening of muscles around the elegant man\'s mouth. He knew he wasn\'t fooling anyone, but he was still aching for a fight. Might as well go out with a bang, after all. As good ol\' \"dad\" had said, what doesn\'t kill you makes you stronger.
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Milliardo grunted as the man\'s clumsy hands and mouth tried to rouse him, but with no luck. He bit back a curse as the man\'s teeth scraped painfully along his length, and sat up. \"Let me do it,\" he said softly, hoping his gentle tone wouldn\'t offend the drunkard.

\"I didn\'t pay you so I could watch you cheap fuck!\" the man bellowed, managing a sucker punch to Milliardo\'s cheek much like the blonde had hit Heero. There were stars in his eyes for a moment, and Milliardo blinked slowly as the man began to grope at his cock once more. \"Stop it...\" he said quietly, but when the man didn\'t stop, the blonde\'s anger rose. \"Stop it!\" This was nothing like being with Heero... but, fuck Heero! Argh! Milliardo sat up once more, but this time instead of a punch, the man\'s hand went around his throat.
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\"I\'ll ask you once more. Tell me where Zechs is, or bad things might happen,\" Treize said slowly, his smile still present, still cold. \"To you, to this place, and to Zechs.\"
The blonde\'s first instinct was to go limp and allow the abuse-- but this wasn\'t Treize\'s hand at his throat, cutting off his oxygen-- this was a john.

Milliardo struggled and kicked at the man between short, desperate gasps for air, trying to get a hold of his stupid drunken face and beat it in, but his other wrist was pinned above his head by the large man.
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Heero refused to be intimidated. He knew that the man was deadly serious, but if he thought Heero gave a shit about \"this place\" he was sadly mistaken. His own safety, well, first he had a score to settle - after that he didn\'t much care. Of course, he also had no idea where Zechs had gone off to, so he couldn\'t help this man even if he wanted to.

He pushed away from the building and leaned in closer. \"I suppose if I knew anyone who was actually named Zechs, I might be able to help you.\" He smirked. \"But I don\'t.\" He sauntered past the stranger and down the street, half expecting to feel a knife embed itself between his ribs or to find his passage blocked by a couple of conveniently located goons, but he continued unmolested.

The real question now was whether this man thought Heero was on his way for a rendezvous with Zechs, or was deliberately attempting to lead him away from Zechs. Either way, he hoped he would find the blond first, if for no other reason than to finish what they\'d started upstairs.

He had no idea why he was headed back toward the bar. He\'d been eager enough to get the hell out of there when Lloyd had shown up. Heero had declined staying past the end of his shift. He\'d handled Lloyd and others like him - rowdy and with an inflated sense of bravado once they\'d had a few drinks in them. Slight of frame and short in stature, Heero worked the bar only because he had a knack for memorization, but a fight one night had ended up in the regular bouncer being clobbered with a bar stool and it had taken Heero only a few well placed hits to break it up.
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Treize\'s smile faded and he threw his cigarette onto the sidewalk, snuffing it out with the heel of his shoe before striding towards the man walking away from him. He grabbed the brunette by the upper arm and pushed him up against the wall, lifting his fist and preparing to beat some answers out of him, when he heard a familiar noise.

Treize looked over his shoulder, fist still midair, and saw the flash of platinum blonde hair in the back of a car window followed by a thick body pushing the head that hair belonged to down towards the back seat. He knew a cry of pain from Zechs better than he knew cries of pleasure from the whore... Treize smiled and released the snotty brunette, straightening his suit and heading towards the car.

\"Forget we ever met,\" he called back to the brunette flippantly.
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Heero did not appreciate being manhandled, and Zechs was certainly wracking up a bill of debts to be repaid. Suddenly the stranger lost interest in him and lowered his fist as a sound caught his attention. The man Heero assumed was Zechs\' pimp took time to right his appearance before walking towards a familiar car, dismissing Heero yet again.

Despite his anger, Heero smirked slightly. Yes, he recognized that car. Let the fireworks begin.
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Milliardo was on the verge of blacking out, though he had gotten in one quick breath and released a cry as his head had been bashed against the door handle. This man wasn\'t playing in the least, and was in the dangerous stage of drunkenness-- he was angry, but too drunk to feel much pain. No matter how many times the blonde hit and kicked his assailant, it didn\'t seem to faze him. Suddenly, there was a knock at the window he was being strangled against, and the man let up for just a moment, baffled.

Zechs took the opportunity to unlock the door with a quick movement, and immediately Treize pulled the door open. The drunkard stumbled on top of him as coolly, calmly, Treize asked, \"Is there anything I can help you with today?\"
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Heero wondered if O\'Neil was feeling feisty tonight, considering he\'d lost a good lot of money on a bet earlier that evening. He hated the thought of those meaty paws on Zechs, although it shouldn\'t have mattered to him at all, other than the fact that if anyone owed Zechs a good solid punch, it was him.

On the other hand, O\'Neil was faster than he looked for his size, and strong as hell. It had taken Heero a bit of work to bring him down, even going for the key areas on the body that usually worked best.

Of course, Zechs\' pimp very well might have some extra muscle in the wings, or a firearm, but it would take him a bit to realize that O\'Neil was a very, very sore loser.
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Treize looked down at Zechs-- what a sorry mess he was in. He took the man molesting his whore by the collar and pulled him out of the car. \"I\'m sorry, you can hit them, you can fuck them, but you can\'t kill my whores,\" he smiled sweetly, before pulling his arm back and delivering the punch he had been about to give to the little brunette.

To Treize\'s surprise, them drunk didn\'t go down-- he took the hit to the face and delivered one of his own, and the fight began.
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Meanwhile, Milliardo sat up in the back of the car, and wiped the blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. His left eye was already starting to swell, and his body ached. He let out an angry cry as the drunkard was thrown against him, hitting already tender areas, and Treize towered over the both of them, his expression raging.

Milliardo paled. That was the expression he had seen only once before in his life, and he had been hospitalized afterwards. The man was pulled away from him and Treize stared directly at the blonde, his gaze piercing. \"You. I\'ve been looking for you all night. Out of the car,\" he said between clenched teeth, his tone dangerous.

When Milliardo didn\'t move, he was pulled out of the car by the hair and thrown onto the street next to the drunkard who was quickly regaining his balance and preparing to fight once more.
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Heero didn\'t like the way that smug bastard was manhandling Zechs. A fight was one thing, but hair pulling seemed dirty and cowardly. \"O\'Neil!\" he called over. \"Guess what team your friend there bet against!\"

All he needed was for O\'Neil to serve as a distraction long enough to get Zechs alone for a couple of minutes...and...then what? What the hell was he trying to prove now?
He rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet, prepared to make a run for it at a moment\'s notice. He didn\'t know how these things worked and if he had his way, he\'d never know...but then, if he\'d had his way, Zechs wouldn\'t have accosted him on the street. Or touched him the way he had...or made love to him.

And he certainly wouldn\'t have turned tail and run like a coward. Heero\'s body was poised for flight. He could take the pimp down with a leg sweep and a heel to the sternum, but that would only work if O\'Neil\'s actions were predictable.
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Treize growled as the drunkard barrelled into him with full force, his attention off of Zechs as he beat at the man\'s meaty head with his fists. The fool didn\'t know when to quit-- he was bleeding from the mouth and cheek, and had a few fingers broken already. Well, now he wasn\'t going to make it through the night without serious medical attention.
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Milliardo got on his hands and knees when he realized he wasn\'t getting the shit kicked out of him yet, and looked up upon hearing Heero\'s voice. He was confused, and in pain, and no longer had any idea what was going on any more, but seeing Heero standing there just seemed to make things even worse. He looked away shamefully.
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\"My life,\" Heero muttered as he made a beeline for Zechs, trying to avoid attracting attention from either of the combatants. \"Is a fucking made for TV movie.\" He crouched down by Zechs and hissed, \"if you can move, we have unfinished business, and not a whole lotta time to conduct it in.\"

O\'Neil was still dripping blood, and Treize didn\'t seem as shaken up as Heero had hoped, pounding on O\'Neil\'s thick skull with a vengeance that had Heero wondering again why the hell he was getting involved.
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He didn\'t think, he just acted; Milliardo stood with some shakiness but stand he did, and though he still couldn\'t look Heero in the face, he pulled his cut-offs back up to his waist, did them up, and waited for the next command. Orders he could deal with-- there was no thinking there, no pain.
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To Heero\'s surprise, Zechs got to his feet and fastened his shorts, then just stood there. Heero didn\'t have time to plan anything; he put a hand on Zechs lower back, pushed him forward, and said \"move. Take a right down the alley past the big green awning.\"
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The blonde obeyed; he walked across the street and took a right at the awning, then stood there, waiting, trembling-- half from the cold and half from what he couldn\'t place; it was any number of rushing emotions.


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