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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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Tammins wasn't walking any steadier than Duo the next day. Another irritation that Milliardo didn't want. The other agents joked and he blushed and ducked his head, but Duo seemed completely unrepentant. He even gave Tammins a wink when their eyes met during the midday break.

"What's different, this time, Maxwell?" Milliardo asked point blank as Duo hitched up his pants leg and checked his wound. They were sitting a little away from the others, Duo's tanned upper body gleaming with sweat, and his tattoos seeming to writhe and move as his muscles flexed.

"Sir?" Duo asked without looking up.

"I don't have any reports of this type of behavior from previous missions. Why are you choosing to act with such insubordination, such lack of professional-"

"Sir," Duo cut in. "I've always had a randy libido, but having you around is making it even more... active. Just the thought of having you on the mission was enough to get me primed. In case you weren't aware, Commander, you are one hot man in every way that I can think of. Even your brilliant mind makes me hard."

"Let me spell this out for you, agent," Milliardo said harshly, "We have as much in common as rocks and water. We have as much chance of being together as rice paper and a diamond saw blade. If you value any part of your career, you will, from this moment forward, concentrate solely on this mission. Do I have your attention, now? If I turn in my report, nothing, not even your status as an ex gundam pilot will induce Une to allow you to work with her agents any longer." He paused and then leaned close as Duo looked up at him with hot, angry eyes. "Besides, I top, agent, and I always will."

Duo's grin was dangerous. "Maybe you just haven't met the man who'll make you want to bottom, sir."

"You're right," Milliardo replied. "I haven't."

Duo was frowning now, stung by rejection. "My leg is infected," he announced as if they had been talking about that subject all along. "Barbecue!" he called out and the medic hurried to his side. "Do something with this, will you? I need to stay in front and I can't do that if I end up with one leg."

Duo tied a black scarf around his forehead and wiped at his sweating brow. Shef checked his temperature. "A little high," he announced. An injection, more cream, and a fresh bandage was applied with expert speed. He tapped Duo's water bottle, strapped to Duo's belt. "Keep drinking."

Duo looked worried. "You didn't just give me...?"

Shef looked disgusted. "Maxwell, regs state that I am not to inject or use treatments that are not approved by Preventers and the medical board without your authorization .While I would like nothing better than to castrate you, I'm not allowed to."

Duo looked green and put a hand protectively to his crotch. "Did you have to use the term, castrate?"

"They say it makes them more docile," Hawkins quipped and Duo tossed some forest debris at him with one hand.

"Can he travel?" Milliardo demanded, cutting over their joking.

"Not advisable, but, yes, he can," Shef replied with a shrug.

Duo made a motion of 'Why not?' and levered himself up. He took the lead and everyone rose wearily to follow him without any order from Milliardo.

Milliardo couldn't say anything without looking ridiculous. He had been about to order everyone to move. Making a point of that, now, would only make him seem like a prima donna.

"You're too quiet, sir," Shef said as he packed his equipment and slung it into place on his back.

Milliardo raised an angry white eyebrow at him.

"I don't know where he's been in his life, but no one managed to get him to listen without either taking him out and punching his lights out, or doing a drill sergeant routine on him for a solid day. He's physical, basic, impulsive. He's never going to respond to mild persuasion or someone stating regs at him."

"Physical and mental abuse is against regs, medic," Milliardo replied.

Shef sighed."Yes, sir." He paused and then said, "Our last team commander tied him with his hands behind his back... in a tree... and let him hang... for an hour. Duo gave him a lot of respect for that. He was good for almost the entire mission. What I'm trying to say is, the man is completely wound up at all times, always thinking, always in motion. He needs a strong, physical consequence to keep in mind to short circuit those behaviors." he gave Milliardo a look and said carefully, "You don't actually have to hurt him, just make him think that you might... convincingly."

"He needs a stint with psyche," Milliardo growled, "or medication."

Shef shrugged. "All of those quirks make him the best. They're just not good when there isn't any action to keep him focused."

"He did a mission with Heero," Milliard remembered. "How did he handle a fellow Gundam pilot?"

Shef blushed and rubbed a hand over his face. "Well, it's just rumor, you understand, and some things Maxwell's said? Seems Yuy took him out into the woods and had two kinds of strategy."

"He pushed my face into an ant pile and then, when he got his point across, we fucked like rabbits," Duo interjected with a smirk as he leaned into their conversation. "That man can definitely top from the bottom. We have a problem, Commander."

The sudden change in subject stripped Milliardo's mental gears, he went from whitely furious to tight concern in an instant. His head throbbed with the effort. "Report," he ordered.

"The GPS isn't picking up the target any longer." Duo waggled the GPS control at Milliardo. "Either someone's managed to get there before us, and cloak it, or something has disabled my GPS. My money is on the first scenario, especially since the weapon gypped left before I lost contact."

"Weapons ready!" Milliardo barked to his team. "We may have a situation. I want everyone alert for action."

"It's only two clicks away," Duo agreed. "They could have scouts out, knowing that we're going after the thing."

"Get us there, quickly, Maxwell!" Milliardo barked right into Duo's face and grabbed a tight hold on the braid at the back of Duo's neck. He twisted hard. "No jokes, no detours, no insubordination. Quiet, fast, and by the book. Do you understand?!"

"Yes, sir," Duo said with a tight, pained expression. "Got it. Let go."

Duo limped back to the front and Hawkins took point, gun ready, in front of him. As they moved out, Shef looked awed.

"Yes, medic?" Milliardo wondered sharply.

"He must like you," Shef replied.

"Why do you say that?"

"You grabbed his braid, and lived," Shef said. "Nobody touches his hair. Nobody. He's put men in the hospital for less than what you just did."

Milliardo didn't have time to consider that information or the fact that he had liked touching Duo's hair. He had liked that moment of meeting his eyes and exerting some control over that explosive personality. Something in Duo's expression had told him that he had liked it as well.

He had a mission to complete, a mission that had suddenly developed dangerous complications. He couldn't allow for confusing attractions, or insubordination from agents any longer. It was time to focus.

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