Lurking in the Shadows [complete]

Duo tucked the bottle under his arm and fastened his pants just outside Milliardo/Wind\'s apartment door. Fortunately he was used to getting dressed quickly and he\'d managed to shove his leg back in without spilling the whiskey.

Heero\'s resolve often seemed to be flagging, and Duo had every intention of chipping away at any and all of his resistance. He\'d not invited Heero to come live with him just because the guy could cook and clean - although that had been a bit of a shock.

The funny thing was that Heero didn\'t give up. No matter how much Duo pushed him, no matter how much he trashed the apartment, he\'d come back from wherever he\'d been to find it reasonably clean again.

Heero was stubborn, but then, so was Duo.

He got on the bus and chatted with the driver for a few minutes, long enough to distract the man and make him forget that there hadn\'t been the familiar clanging of coins down the chute.

Duo plopped into one of the seats and ran his thumb around the edge of the bottle. He was even more determined to get in Heero\'s pants now. The man was a tease, whether he knew it or not.

He was tempted to take a sip now, but he was already pushing his luck bringing the bottle on the bus with him in the first place. He also didn\'t want to deaden his response time too much. He\'d burned off all traces of the slightly pleasant buzz he\'d had while fondling Milliardo, but he thought he\'d rather wait until Heero got home from work, which, Duo knew, would likely be soon. His roommate was excruciatingly predictable at times.

He dug into his pocket for his key and let himself in, then set the bottle on the floor near the couch and headed for the bathroom to comb the tangles out of his hair.

Duo left his hair hanging loose, the same way Milliardo wore his. If it took getting Heero to pretend he was someone else to get him on his back, that was fine with him. It hadn\'t bothered him when Milliardo had tried it, and it sure as hell wasn\'t going to bother him now.

He sat on the couch with his legs apart and massaged himself through the pants. Heero had better get back soon, because this constant state of arousal was getting old.

There wasn\'t hesitation any longer, or fear. Milliardo walked up the front steps to Heero\'s building about an hour later, after stopping at a small convenience store for cigarettes.

He hadn\'t picked up many bad habits, but he did tend to need something in his mouth and searing his lungs when stress pushed at him. The blonde had already gone through half his cigarette and it was dangling carelessly from parted lips as he knocked on the door casually, his gaze steady and uncaring and his hair tousled from the wind.

He ran his hand through platinum locks slowly and looked up at the sky while seconds ticked by, waiting for a response. Finally, the door opened, and he turned to look at his greeter.


Duo dropped his head back in frustration. Who the fuck was knocking at his door now?

Heero had a key, and if he hadn\'t, he\'d have probably tried the door first, assuming Duo had left it unlocked. He threw himself off the couch and strode to the door, hoping this wasn\'t going to take long. He had plans for Heero. He opened the door, and his mouth widened into a grin once he saw who was standing on the other side. He\'d known Milliardo would be confronting Heero soon, but damn, he\'d gotten out of those knots pretty quickly. That put a damper on his plans to tell Heero he was in possession of knowledge that Heero would want.

He reached out and plucked the lit cigarette from the blonde’s lips and placed it between his own, then reached for the box he held. \"For me? You shouldn\'t have...not sure if this means I\'ll forgive you, though.\"

Milliardo\'s eyebrows rose slightly, but there was no shock registered on his face. He allowed the package to be taken, and exhaled the last smoke from his lungs. \"Is he here?\" he asked casually, like one might ask about the day\'s forecast.

Duo gave him a look that clearly indicated he thought that was a stupid question. \"If he was, do you think I\'d be dressed and answering the door? I\'d invite you in, but Heero and I, we have plans tonight.\"

He leered at Milliardo. \"Plans that might have included you, but you kinda indicated you weren\'t too interested a while ago.\"

\"Plans can wait,\" Milliardo said, slipping his hands into his pockets and sidestepping Duo, walking right into the warmth of the building. It was much cleaner than it had been the other time the blonde had seen it, but it was still much the same. He looked over his shoulder at the long-haired man and added calmly, \"While we wait, I owe you an apology; I should have listened from the start.\"

He craved another cigarette but resisted, though he fingered the lighter in his pocket, memorizing the feel against his fingertips. \"Will Heero be long? I just want to tell him something and leave, but if he\'s going to be a while, we could pick up where it left off; I was rather enjoying it, to be honest, until it got ugly.\"

Duo was a welcome alternative to Heero, now. How could he have ever seen anything in that man? ... Still, he knew when he was outdone; Milliardo had always thought himself a decent actor in the bedroom when need be, but apparently, Heero topped him by far.

He needed a cigarette, or sex, or... something. But he needed it.

\"Damn right you owe me an apology. You owe me a fuckload of \'em, in fact.\" He removed the cigarette from his lips and blew the smoke out of the corner of his mouth. His lips drew into a slow, lazy grin at Milliardo\'s suggestion. It was possible that he was being set up, but on the other hand...on the other hand, maybe this was going somewhere.

As long as it took him the hell out of Frustration Alley he was willing for round two.
\"I enjoyed it too,\" he said. \"Shouldn\'t surprise you. Not had this much of a struggle since the last time Heero and I were in bed together.\" He gestured to the couch. \"Have a seat.\"

He picked up the bottle and tipped it to his lips, taking a good amount in his mouth before turning to Milliardo and pressing his mouth against the blonde’s, releasing the whiskey and following it with his tongue.

The blonde nodded, \"Of course you deserve apologies; I was a fool to see innocence, or something different in Heero. He\'s not any different from everybody else in this city-- out for himself, and more than willing to do what needs done to get ahead, or a quick fuck. Hell, I guess I\'m not much different either.\" He said all this while heading to the couch, and before he took a seat Duo\'s mouth was already on his.

Whiskey flowed into his mouth and was chased by a snaking tongue, and the blonde swallowed the liquid, sucking on Duo\'s tongue as he did so.

He had been hard just a while ago with this same man, and hadn\'t resolved his needs afterwards-- it wasn\'t difficult in the least to become roused quickly once more. Milliardo\'s hands went straight between Duo\'s legs, massaging the man\'s groin through cloth.

Fuck, it felt good to feel Milliardo respond. Duo reached behind him and set the bottle on the crate, taken by surprise at the fingers massaging his need. His weight pressed against the blond so they were both on the couch, one of Duo\'s knees on the cushion between Milliardo\'s legs as his hips thrust forward, seeking more of that touch. His left hand slipped behind Milliardo\'s head and he deepened the kiss, feeling as horny as a teenager. A growl sounded in his throat and his right hand covered the one at his crotch, guiding the fingers to his zipper.

He needed release, and he needed it damn fast. Living with Heero, feeling like he was getting so close to scoring only to be denied again and again had his libido switching tracks like crazy. It wasn\'t as if he\'d been celibate while trying to seduce Heero, but there was an element of danger and innocence to Heero that made him alluring in a way that others he\'d fucked, and the few that had fucked him, were not.

That was an acceptance of apology enough for Milliardo; and besides, he didn\'t much care if Duo forgave him or not, he just wanted to get some easy sex where it was available. It had been, what, a year and then some since he had been with Heero?

He took the hint Duo gave and one-upped it, pulling down the fly and pushing at the pants till they reached only the tops of the man\'s thighs. Skilled fingers took the unyielding flesh firmly, and he stroked along the length, squeezing slightly, drawing out a few more dribbles of precum. Duo wanted it just as much as Milliardo-- perfect. The blonde pressed his thumb against the head of Duo\'s erection and slid it back and forth, moistening the tip before running his fingers along the length once more.

When Heero had come home that night a while back, coated with blood and looking dazed, Duo knew it was only a matter of time before he\'d get his way. When he\'d found out who the blond hair had belonged to, that was just icing on the cake. Duo groaned again and slid his mouth away from Milliardo\'s lips to nibble along his jaw line. \"Yeah,\" he said, \"right there...fuck...\"

Whatever Milliardo\'s reasons for doing this were, Duo didn\'t care. He wanted the blond writhing beneath him now more than he had earlier. Fucking cock tease. His hands trembled slightly as he sidled them down the couch and rocked his hips against the fingers that were giving him what he wanted. It wasn\'t enough.

The brunette was further on in his arousal than Milliardo had given him credit for; he used both hands now, one palm cupping Duo\'s balls and massaging them slowly while the other picked up pace, bringing him closer to release.

It was as though Duo was in a hurry, but the blonde didn\'t care in the least. He was getting almost as much pleasure from it as the brunette, and he craned his neck to watch the man\'s face contort with need as he squeezed the shaft tighter while pumping it.
\"Tell me what you want,\" Milliardo murmured darkly, eyelids hooded and a wicked smile curling on his lips.

\"To fuck you,\" he said, breathing raggedly as his sac was fondled and his length pumped with expert strokes. \"Shit!\" He still had every intention of having the blonde’s legs over his shoulders, but he couldn\'t tell the blond to stop now. \"Fuck, man, that\'s-\" Duo\'s hips bucked wildly against the hand as his climax overtook him, and he opened his mouth and threw back his head, his hair tickling his bare ass as he came.

Milliardo was still milking the last few drops out of him when Duo attacked the blonde’s neck with lips and teeth. \"Your turn, blondie,\" he said, biting a patch of skin just above the collarbone.

He fumbled at the pants eagerly, needing to have the blonde’s cock in his mouth now, quickly, needed to have him arching his back to force Duo to take him deeper into his mouth. \"I want to suck you off,\" he said, his lips moving against Milliardo\'s neck.

Another suit that had to go to wash... Milliardo shrugged inwardly. He\'d have to go back home and change again before going to work... or better yet, who cared? He was quitting anyhow; it wasn\'t like showing up to work with cum on his clothes was going to change anything. Duo was licking and biting now, and the blonde growled with pleasure. He would have requested for the bites to be rougher, but the brunette cut him off with the demand to suck him off. Milliardo licked his lower lip and helped Duo with the opening of his pants, pulling down the fly with ease and drawing out his own weeping length.

\"Show me what you\'ve got,\" the blonde purred, lust flaring in his gaze.

This was primal, this was raw, this was like what he had felt with Heero, at first; it was excruciatingly hot. Milliardo unbuttoned his own jacket and shirt easily as his challenge was taken up.

Duo felt the heat in his belly at the sultry expression on Milliardo\'s face, and he pushed the fabric of his shirt up, running his tongue in a line down the other man\'s abdomen, not wasting any time as he approached the eager cock. This was better than he\'d imagined.

\"I\'ll show you what I\'ve got, and more,\" he said, his voice full of promise. He swirled his tongue about the head of Milliardo\'s cock. \"What\'s my name?\" he asked, taking it into his mouth halfway, sucking, then pulling back. \"I want to hear you say it.\" He slid his lips back down, letting his tongue and teeth provide more stimulation before sucking again.

\"Nngh--Duo!\" Milliardo gasped out shamelessly. \"Duo!\" He was practically salivating on himself as he was engulfed by the expert mouth. Too long, it had been too long since he\'d felt anything like this. He filled his hands with Duo\'s hair and arched his back, pushing his feet out of his shoes and curling his toes.

He felt incredible; Milliardo hadn\'t even known just how much he had missed sexual contact until Duo. His thighs tensed as the slick tongue and lips plunged again, and the blonde had no shame in moaning the name of the man whose throat was making him feel this way. \"Duuuuuuuuuuuuooooo,\" he growled.

Duo had manoeuvred his body so he was in between Milliardo\'s legs. His hands clamped on the other man\'s hips and he lifted Milliardo\'s lower body slightly, taking the rest of his length into his mouth at the same time. He hummed, moving his tongue against the underside of the blonde’s erection. It was fucking hot, hearing his name like that, hearing the pleading tone. It was practically making him hard again. Hollows formed in his cheeks as he applied as much suction as he could.

Milliardo\'s body lurched as the brunette hummed, sending searing flashes of pleasure to every nerve ending in his body. \"Ah... god, Duo!\" He gripped the hair in his fingers tight, trying his best not to thrash.

His climax was approaching quick and forceful, and Milliardo knew he only had a few moments more before he needed release-- and there was no resisting even if he wanted to.

He removed his mouth quickly, working up a mouthful of saliva and spitting it into his hand. \"You want me, don\'t you?\" he asked, just before his mouth engulfed Milliardo\'s shaft again. He worked the saliva between his fingers and slid two of them between the cheeks of the blonde’s ass, letting his mouth perform acts he\'d perfected years ago as his fingers sought the entrance. If his dick couldn\'t be in Milliardo, his fingers would do just as well.

Their entry was a bit rough, but Duo crooked his fingers forward, seeking that spot. He knew he didn\'t need to do this in order to get Milliardo to come, but he was going to pull out all the stops, just to hear his name like that again.

\"Yes, hard, now, I want it!\" he groaned, panting loudly now and spreading his legs further to give the brunette easier access. The fingers inside of him searched, and Milliardo was near begging like a schoolgirl.

He did whimper when the searching digits pressed against his prostate, and Milliardo bucked again, gasping for breath. Once more, if that happened once more, he\'d explode.

\"Duo!\" he moaned.

That was all Duo had been waiting for, and he pressed that spot again, increasing the pressure of his lips and waiting for Milliardo to fill his mouth.

The blonde could feel every movement made above him, inside him, surrounding him... he squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his hands in the soft hair filling them, crying out with, finally, release: \"Fuck! Duo! \" He came hot and fast into the waiting mouth, his breathing ragged.

Duo let as much as possible hit the back of his throat, letting the rest dribble down his chin as he slowly slid his mouth off Milliardo\'s cock. He gave the tip one final swipe of his tongue and felt the muscles contract several times around his fingers. \"That,\" he said, making no move to wipe the glistening liquid on his face, \"was fucking incredible.\" He turned his head and looked toward the door. \"Wasn\'t it, Heero?\"


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