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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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Everything stopped and Milliardo heard a loud, "Shit!" that was Maxwell.

"Report!" Milliardo barked, when his team tangled, the ones nearest him looking ahead, puzzled.

Milliardo pushed through to where Duo was leaning against a tree with one leg raised, while Shef lifted his pants leg and observed the blood flowing freely from a deep wound. It had marred a tattoo there. A scythe with black roses.

"Hold still," Shef growled as he squeezed at the wound, pried slivers of something out, and then sprayed it with a foam. The bleeding stopped as he eyed it critically.

"Christ, Maxwell!" Hawkins exclaimed. "did you revert back to rookie?"

"Ha, ha," Duo growled and then gritted his teeth as he put his foot down and leaned his weight on it.

"I asked for a report, Maxwell," Milliardo snarled. "I don't expect to be ignored."

Duo gave him the briefest look from purple eyes before he was looking down at the wound again. "Slid down some mud right into a pointed stick." He looked embarrassed. "Stupid accident."

Milliardo made a frustrated sound and asked Shef, "Well?"

"It's deep. There's mud. A good possibility for infection," Shef replied. "The antibiotic foam should take care of that and keep dumb ass from bleeding to death, but there's always a chance that I'll have to amputate in the field."

"You're a real riot, Barbecue," Duo said sarcastically as Shef put on a bandage and then yanked Duo's pants leg down.

Shef grunted as he straightened. "I wasn't joking, Maxwell." He took three bottles out of his med bag. "Need some happy pills? Take your pick. Mild, fluffy feeling, or I can't feel my head, pill?"

"None, because they don't make me happy," Duo snorted as he took a few, limping test steps. "They make me hurl."

"They do," Hawkins agreed looking sick at some memory. "Projectile hurling. You don't want to see it, trust me."

"I'll deal," Duo told Milliardo. "This won't slow me down."

"Is that a valid assessment or macho shit that I can't trust?" Milliardo demanded to know.

Duo seethed for a moment, jaw working, and then he let out a breath and shrugged. "Macho shit, I guess, sir."

"Thank you for your honesty, Maxwell. Back of the line." Milliardo ordered. "Macho shit doesn't have any place in an operation, agent. Understand? I need clear assessments."

Duo nodded and gave up his place to Hawkins. "Don't get lost," he muttered and Hawkins only grunted and took point.

"Stay with Maxwell, Sheffield," Milliardo ordered. "I want to know if he downgrades, understand? We may have to leave him behind for later evac."

"Yes, sir."

Carrying equipment and Maxwell at the same time was not in any of Milliardo's plans. He felt an angry burn that his best agent, whether he wanted to admit that or not, might not only become sidetracked, but become a liability as well.

Hawkins moved slower, taking a great deal of time watching his instruments to keep them going in the correct direction. It added to Milliardo's irritation. Their timetable was being blown to hell and that was going to be a mark on his record.

"Sorry," Duo said from behind him.

Milliardo glanced stiffly over one shoulder and then gave his back to Duo. "Sorry does not cut it, Maxwell."

"If you can explain to me, sir, how I could have seen a sharp stick, hidden by undergrowth, pointed at my leg, while I slid down what was just stable ground... well, I'll make certain to use your expertise to never do it again."

Milliardo grunted, understanding that Maxwell was more than correct, but too angry to concede.

"I'd be pissed too, sir," Duo tried again. "This was a lock step mission and I stumbled."

"This doesn't improve the situation," Milliardo warned him, "Or my temper."

Duo was quiet then, the limping sound of his footsteps a counterpoint to everyone's smooth, regular rhythm of walking. Milliardo knew that kind of silence, knew what it promised. A man like Duo, like himself, wouldn't compromise any mission because of stupidity or carelessness. Milliardo had been correct to put Sheffield on watch. He was sure that Duo intended to complete the mission, whatever the personal cost, to redeem himself.

"Don't," Sheffield suddenly said.

"I was just keeping my balance, not trying for sexual harassment, Barbecue," Duo sighed.

"Your hands like to roam, Maxwell."

"Sheffy, you are NOT my type. I don't think you're anyone's type, actually. Now, big and blonde...." he said the last under his breath, but Milliardo had excellent hearing. He was startled by his own blush and scowled to counteract it.

"Like a Chihuahua humping a Clydesdale," Sheffield snorted and then sounded ill, "Thanks, Maxwell. Now I have a weird image in my head."

"Now, I'm all hot and bothered," Duo lamented.

"Then definitely keep your hands to yourself."

"I told you, not my type," Duo snorted. "I wouldn't mind them somewhere else, though."

"If that's a hard on, Maxwell, I'm getting a needle out," Sheffield complained. "I have a lot of shit that will knock your sick little libido out for the count."

"It's NOT little," Duo chuckled.

"Says, who?" Sheffield scoffed.

"Yuy, Winner, Hawkins... your father."

"Your mother," Sheffield shot back.

"Can it!" Milliardo barked, but he heard Duo's chuckle of amusement.

Milliardo's irritation went up a notch when he realized that he was trying to conjure up an image of Maxwell, naked, and his large... "Hawkins!" Milliardo put some space between himself and Duo. "This isn't a stroll! I need more speed!"

They camped under mosquito netting, their gear piled around them and bedrolls almost elbow to elbow. They ate rations, checked everyone for dehydration,bug infestations, and exhaustion. The newbies were holding up, youth and excitement at being on their first mission, keeping their spirits high. Levitz was quiet. She didn't seem to mind a bedroll at the center of her male comrades, but she looked over heated, hair clinging to her with sweat and face red and bug bitten. Sheffield was checking her over, and making a comment about an allergy to the bugs.

Maxwell was sitting next to Hawkin, injured leg stuck out to one side into someone else's bedroll. He was ignoring the irritated agent as he tried to explain the finer points of the GPS system to Hawkins. Any thing to get the man to move quicker, Milliardo thought.

"It's your fault, Maxwell," Hawkins complained. "If you hadn't been such a prima donna about taking point in every mission, I would know this shit."

"If you were any good at it...," Duo grumbled, but then shrugged and continued his explanation. Milliardo was surprised that they weren't merely speaking about locations, but high level calculations that Maxwell used to pinpoint obstacles and distances. "See, use this number, this number, pan over to this spot, and then let the nav triangulate. See?"

"No," Hawkins admitted, "but I'm not the kind of guy who can navigate without a computer in space, either, ex-gundam pilot Maxwell."

Duo made an exasperated noise. "It's not that damned hard, Hawkins."

"For you, not for everyone else," Hawkins protested. "I'll just follow the map and the coordinates, thanks."

"And what happens when the map doesn't line up with the coordinates?" Maxwell wanted to know sarcastically.

"This was made by Preventer satellites," Hawkins protested as he took back the instrument. "It's right. You're just being paranoid."

"Have you seen many errors?" Milliardo cut in.

Duo turned his head to look at him and smiled. "Not often, but when it happened, it was a disaster."

"Once?" Milliardo clarified.

"Isn't once enough?" Duo wanted to know.

Milliardo thought about that and then nodded. "If it costs a mission, or men's lives, I would agree."

"It did," Duo replied and looked shadowed for a moment. His smile turned stiff, a mask that was unnerving. "Better safe then dead."

"Recheck the map, now," Milliardo ordered. "and then it's lights out. You, especially need rest."

"Yes, sir," Duo said as he took the instrument back from an annoyed Hawkins.

Much later, when sleep had refused to come to Milliardo, he rolled over and sat up. He was on the outer edge of his agents, and it was easy to stand, stretch, and pick up a light. Personal business needed tending.

Walking out a little into the jungle, Milliardo began to open his pants. It was then that he heard it, a low gasping whine that was almost rhythmic and then Duo's hushed voice complaining, "Quiet!"

Stepping towards the sound, Milliardo saw someone else's light. He switched off his own and didn't have to approach another step. Someone was stretched out on the ground with Duo stretched out on top, both of them with their pants down to their knees. Duo was thrusting with vigor and looking on the verge of orgasm. The man underneath had his shirt jammed into his mouth to stifle his cries. Red hair. Agent Tammins.

The slap of flesh on flesh, Duo's back and shoulder muscles bunching and releasing along with his butt muscles, and the much slimmer Tammins slightly contorted so that he could reach his own excited member, was an erotic sight that kept Milliardo rooted and silent for the full minute it took Duo to snarl an exclamation behind gritted teeth as he came and for Tammins to buck and jerk in his own orgasm.

"Thanks," Duo panted into the man's ear. "I really needed that. Sorry if, uhm, well, it hurt a bit. Can't help the size..."

"Okay," Tammins managed as he spat out his shirt and they began to separate.

"You are both on report," Milliardo said, a dangerous fury over taking him. He kept his voice as cold as ice, though, as he said to Duo,"Since you are able to indulge in insubordinate behavior, you will take point tomorrow. Put that misspent energy to better use. Get your cock out of Tammins, Maxwell, and both of you get back to camp. If it see it out of your pants again, I'll make sure Sheffield follows up on his threat to chemically emasculate you."

"Y-Yes, sir," Duo stammered as if he wasn't sure whether to laugh or to remain serious.

Tammins hissed as Duo pulled out, but Milliardo didn't stay to watch. He was angry, furious, seething and he didn't trust himself a second longer in Duo's presence. The man had to learn, he swore to himself, there wouldn't be another incident like that one.

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