Lurking in the Shadows [complete]

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Heero hadn\'t bothered to try unlocking the door - he could hear the telltale moans from the hallway, and was tempted to turn around and walk right back out. How many times was Duo going to soil the couch cushions with his fuck du jour? If he had any self respect, he\'d have told Duo off long ago, or demanded that he restrict all sexual activity to the bedroom. It was getting so bad, he was almost tempted to give in to Duo\'s less than subtle hints, and downright groping, if it meant that he could sleep in a bed that wasn\'t covered with bodily fluids from who knew how many people.

Milliardo was still panting as the brunette spoke, and he only caught parts of it, but the last word was all he needed to hear to know that they weren\'t alone any more.
He didn\'t get up, didn\'t flounder for words of explanation to Heero about what was going on... and he didn\'t even bother turning his head to see if he was even being looked at. \"I\'d do it again in a heartbeat,\" he agreed with Duo. \"I\'d rather fuck somebody who puts his intentions out in the open.\"

As an afterthought, he sat up somewhat and finally looked over his shoulder at Heero casually. \"The box is for you; I bought that a month after we parted ways, thinking I could give it to you when I was finally good enough to be near you.\" A bitter laugh escaped his lips. \"I thought, \'he can use it because the one he has doesn\'t look like it does very much.\' But who needs to keep the body warm when the heart is already ice?\" Milliardo noticed Duo had already half-opened the package and parts of the jacket were peeking through.

He might very well have left if he\'d not recognized the voice calling Duo\'s name, only the last time it had been thick with lust and need, it had been Heero\'s name. He turned the knob slowly, pushed open the door, and watched Duo\'s head bob up and down, his hair loose and draped over his bare back. Zechs was practically begging for it - hell, he was begging for it, and he sounded like he wanted it a hell of a lot more than he had the night he\'d been with Heero.

It took a while for him to process what he was seeing, to get over the denial that \"Zechs\" was back in business and of course Duo would know him. He didn\'t know which pained him more, seeing Duo\'s fingers jammed into Zechs\' ass, hearing Zechs\' voice as he cried Duo\'s name out in climax, or the sudden cool words, the accusation. He hadn\'t even bothered to move at first, and seemed quite comfortable impaled on Duo\'s fingers, before he sat up and gestured to a nearby package, one that Duo was opening as if it belonged to him.

Heero swallowed, hating himself for letting it get to him, hating Duo for putting him in this position, but hating Zechs even more. \"I don\'t need a jacket to keep me warm,\" he said, his voice flat and emotionless, \"because I have someone that stays the night in bed with me.\" He couldn\'t help adding, \"and at least when he takes me, it\'s in a bed.\" He didn\'t miss the pleased look on Duo\'s face as he walked past him and into the bedroom, where he closed the door with a resounding slam.

Heero leaned against the door and pressed the back of his forearm over his brows. Why the fuck had he said that? Now Duo was going to expect that he meant it, and Zechs, well, Zechs he didn\'t much care what that man had thought.

Oh no, Heero wasn\'t going to get away from this with a simple brush-off. No way. \"I figured I owed you something,\" Milliardo said loud enough to be heard through the door, sitting up and rifling through his clothes for the lighter and cigarettes. \"You were so different from everyone else in this place, but Duo showed me the truth. And, I\'m not upset at you for it; I should have expected as much. I\'m upset with myself for allowing the belief that I could have found somebody who didn\'t use people like yesterday\'s trash.\"

He stood now, tapping a new white stick from the carton and putting it to his lips, lighting and dragging on the cigarette slowly. \"I owe you an apology too, I suppose. Putting you through that scuffle with Treize; did you know him from before or something? Did you owe him money, or even better, did the both of you have some sort of feud going on? Was I just the pawn?\"

Duo\'s fingers froze in the act of caressing the jacket\'s collar before he realized that Milliardo wasn\'t talking to him. The words \"feud\" and \"Treize\" in the same sentence were enough to send his blood running cold, and it pissed him off a bit to have his post-orgasmic glow extinguished like that.

He exhaled at the door. \"No need to answer, Heero; you\'re not on trial here. I\'ve been shown the truth, and I understand perfectly what happened between us, though I\'m still baffled that you could pull off your act so well.\" He flicked ash onto the floor. \"I think I\'d rather sleep with Duo, who\'s honest about his lust, than you, though. Oh, those moans were good, and the way you looked at me that night, I would have bet my life that I had been your first. How many times did you perform like that for Duo?\"

Duo stood up and ran his hand along Milliardo\'s rigid lower back as he walked behind him and toward the bedroom. \"The truth shall set you free, man,\" he said. \"And I\'m flattered. I\'d like to do it again. Give me a sec,\" he said, walking to the bedroom door and turned the knob. He thought he\'d have to force his way in, which really would have ruined the image he was trying to project, but to his surprise the slight resistance preventing the door from opening was gone and he slipped into the room, closing the door behind him.

He had no idea if Milliardo planned on sticking around, but he knew where the guy lived, and for the chance to nail the guy through the floor, he\'d go there. Maybe bearing gifts - it had worked so well this time, after all. He looked over at Heero, who was standing near the window with his back to Duo. He had his arms wrapped around himself as if he were cold, and Duo knew that he never had a better chance than the one he was being given right now.

Milliardo blew smoke towards the door that was once more closed to him. Let the lovers be together; they probably had lots of fucking to catch up on. He let his cigarette dangle between his lips while walking back to the couch and picking up his jacket, stained with Duo\'s seed. Once he was wiped down, the blonde pulled his pants back up and fastened them. He left his jacket on the couch but picked up his shirt, pulling it over his shoulders but not bothering to button it.

He had done what he had wanted, though truthfully he wouldn\'t have minded going a lot further with the long-haired man. Milliardo looked at the jacket left on the floor, and drew on his cigarette once more, then pulled it from his lips and tapped a few ashes on top of it. The damn thing could burn for all he cared, even if his entire first pay check had gone into buying it.

\"You gave it up to him?\" he asked. \"I feel like I should be hurt by that. Known him long? How did you meet? Has he done anything for you, like provide you with a place to stay - helped you find a job?\" He took a few steps closer to Heero. \"And your first time, too, Heero. Ouch. I coulda made it good for you. I can still make it good for you.\" He reached a hand out to Heero\'s shoulder, trailing his fingers down his spine. \"He\'s not your type, Heero.\"

He supposed he should have felt better... fantastic, for that matter. Great head, the release of so many burdens, and the ability to get out what he needed to say...

Why didn’t he feel good at all?

The answer was simple. As much as he wanted to sting Heero the same way he had been stung, he wasn\'t getting pleasure from it, just anticlimactic release.

He was certainly Duo\'s type, however. Anyone willing to spread their legs was Duo\'s type, but especially those who made him work for it. Heero was definitely Duo\'s type. \"Sex is power, Heero,\" he said. \"You gave him power over you. Let me show you how to take it back.\" He pulled at Heero\'s shirt, tugging it loose from his waist band. \"Imagine what he\'d be thinking if he knew we were in here fucking each other\'s brains out.\"

Milliardo snatched up his jacket, dragging it on the floor and snuffing his cigarette out on the wall. One more mark, who was going to notice among the myriad of others?
\"Enjoy yourselves,\" he muttered darkly, looking at his watch. He gave Duo another five minutes before he left, and only because the oral had been amazing.

Heero didn\'t enjoy the way his skin reacted to Duo\'s touch, or the warmth spreading throughout his body at the thought of that night with Zechs. He wanted to point out to Duo that Zechs probably already thought they were in here fucking, so what was the point? Duo\'s fingers were under his shirt now, on his bare skin. Heero closed his eyes, remembering the last time he\'d lain with anyone. When he\'d found out he was free of sexually transmitted diseases, he\'d breathed a sigh of relief, and had sworn he wouldn\'t make that mistake again.

Duo rested his chin on Heero\'s shoulder. \"Think about it, Heero,\" he murmured. \"I\'ve been good to you. It\'s not healthy, man, I\'m telling you. You seriously need to get laid. Yeah, Mi- Wind, out there, he\'s a nice piece of ass, but he\'s not the only one. He\'s not even the best one out there. Take a few minutes to think about it, Heero. You know you mean something to me, otherwise I\'d have tossed you out long ago, right?\"

Milliardo looked around the place slowly. He couldn\'t believe he had at one time actually considered approaching Heero with a key to his own apartment. Let the two of them have each other; they were a good set and seemed to work well as a team. Walking towards the television, he refused to look at the very chair he had kissed Heero in.

He rubbed his nose against Heero\'s earlobe and then withdrew, walking backwards toward the door and watching Heero\'s posture for any sign that Heero was going to turn and mash their lips together. He wasn\'t really expecting it, but he\'d have hated to lose the opportunity. Speaking of opportunities...he wondered if he\'d lost his other one. He reached behind him and turned the doorknob, pulling it open and stepping out into hall before quietly closing the door again.

Why were these stupid little things still causing him pain? Why did it still make his fingers tap impatiently against his thigh, with each image of Duo rocking against Heero that filled his mind? Heero was a dime a dozen, he reminded himself. Heero was worse than a player, because he had succeeded in making Milliardo believe that there was some good in him. When he heard the door open, it took all of the blonde\'s will not to turn and look at whoever had come out.

He hadn\'t thought he\'d heard the door to the apartment open, but he was pleased nonetheless to see Milliardo looking about the room, at everything and nothing. A shame that the blond had gotten dressed, really, although Duo supposed that juggling two stubborn volatile lovers at the same time would be a feat even beyond his capabilities.

However, Milliardo was still here, and that meant that he was waiting for something. Probably Heero, Duo freely admitted, but then it hadn\'t been Heero\'s name falling from Milliardo\'s lips while he bucked violently beneath Duo.

The blonde finally turned, not entirely sure just what sort of expression he was making at the moment, or who it was he\'d be facing. All Milliardo could hope for was that his face didn\'t reveal too much of the suffering he was feeling, and that the man in the room with him now was Duo with a time and place where they could get in one proper fuck before the blonde skipped town.

\"I meant what I said earlier,\" Duo said casually. \"I want to fuck you. Hard, and long. I\'d do it now but you seem like you have somewhere you gotta be.\" He leaned against the wall and ran one of his hands up his side, caressing one of his nipples, not really caring if the show he was putting on was going to waste or not. \"I think it\'d be hot, and I don\'t mind sayin\' I want my cock in you pretty bad.\" He hoped his words were getting to Milliardo, because they were sure getting to him, accompanied by the image of the other man impaled on his shaft, moaning and thrashing and calling his name.

He was, after all, honest with his lust, and Milliardo seemed to appreciate that. It was one of the reasons Duo was so careful about lying. You could get away with a lot of things in life, but getting caught in a big fat whopper was a sure way to burn bridges you didn\'t even know you had.

\"Where, when?\" Milliardo asked quickly, swallowing the lump building in his throat.

\"Doesn\'t matter where,\" Duo said, lowering his voice and pinching his nipple. \"Here, your place, back seat of that car of yours.\"

\"When - the sooner the better.\" Duo licked his lips. \"Tonight?\"

\"Later tonight isn\'t good for me,\" the blonde said, shaking his head. \"Now or never. I\'m leaving this place for good.\"

Duo smiled and let his hand drop. He walked over to where Milliardo stood and removed the cigarette from his lips. As soon as the blond exhaled, Duo closed in, running his tongue along the other man\'s lower lip. \"Now,\" he said.

He crushed the glowing end of the cigarette quickly between his fingers and let it fall to the stained carpet. He wasn\'t one to look a gift horse in the mouth, and if Milliardo was bluffing, he\'d soon find out that he\'d made one hell of a mistake. If he wasn\'t, even better.

Good; sex would take his mind off things. Milliardo had one question, first, though. \"Who told you my name?\"

It wasn\'t that somebody knew his real name that bothered the blonde... it was plain and simply the disbelief he still held onto that Duo had managed to acquire it.

\"Fuck now, answers later,\" Duo said. He wasn\'t about to turn a golden opportunity to nail this man into a discussion about Duo\'s contacts and sexual history. He nudged his knee between Milliardo\'s legs and lifted it so his thigh brushed against the blonde’s groin.

One hand rested lightly on the other man\'s hip, his thumb stroking the fabric of his shirt. The other he trailed up Milliardo\'s spine until it reached the nape of his neck. Duo\'s fingers spread wide against the soft hair at the base of his skull and he drew Milliardo closer, feathering kisses along his cheek.

Just knowing Heero was in the other room added something to this game, and Duo was glad he\'d achieved release earlier, otherwise he would not be able to draw this out. It was a sure thing, and there was no need for seduction, but Duo enjoyed it. The sense of power, as he\'d told Heero. Power was an aphrodisiac, and Duo couldn\'t deny part of the pleasure he\'d gotten from Milliardo earlier had been making him damn near beg for it.
The blonde leaned down and into the kisses, and the touch between his legs. His eyes flicked over to the door keeping them and Heero apart, and he put his hand on Duo\'s shoulder, closing his eyes. \"I need to know, Duo, and this one isn\'t up for bargain,\" he murmured into the brunette\'s ear, nipping at the lobe.


Duo tilted his head away from Milliardo\'s mouth, giving him better access to his ear and neck, and tried to think of how much he could get away with saying, and whether or not it would mean that this second round of foreplay would end up much like it had back at Milliardo\'s apartment. \"Mmmm,\" he murmured. \"As far as I know, it\'s not common knowledge,\" he offered. \"Heero doesn\'t know either.\"

His fingers tightened in the blond hair, and he ran the other hand over Milliardo\'s chest, pushing his shirt open and off one shoulder. \"Let\'s just say that my circle of acquaintances and yours aren\'t exactly mutually exclusive.\" He thought as long as he kept talking, he could prevent Milliardo from changing his mind. He moaned again, partly for effect and partly because of the suckling action against his neck. He thumbed open the button on Milliardo\'s pants - something he seemed to be getting pretty damned good at.


Milliardo let his shirt fall from his shoulders, but wasn\'t about to let this go as easily as that. He placed his hand under Duo\'s chin and leaned in perilously close, letting his breath caress the man\'s lips, barely a hair\'s breadth apart. He touched his lips to Duo\'s faintly, just enough to tease, and whispered, \"Duo, I don\'t have friends. And I won\'t give in very easily on this.\" His other arm slipped about the brunette\'s waist, pulling him close and clutching his backside.

He knew the brunette liked power, and if that\'s what it took to get a straight answer, that\'s what he\'d get. Milliardo\'s hand released Duo\'s ass and slid higher, back to his waist, then snaked up between the man\'s shoulder blades, as Milliardo pressed their chests together and leaned forward. The blonde forced Duo backwards, still holding him upright and keeping their lips just a twitch away from a kiss, until the brunette was the one on his back on the couch. His leg was still between Milliardo\'s, but the blonde was the one doing the moving this time, grinding his groin along the thigh pressed against it.

\"Well?\" he asked in a deep, sultry voice, adding a quick nip on Duo\'s lower lip for good measure.

The tip of Duo\'s tongue darted out to graze Milliardo\'s upper lip, and he curled it, fluttering it along the entire length of the full lip and feeling his body shudder from the way the other man was practically humping his leg. He opened his mouth to speak and his voice came out as a croak at first - damn, Milliardo was good. He cleared his throat and tried again. \"I didn\'t say you had friends. Nobody has friends, babe - but that doesn\'t mean there aren\'t people out there who know and remember - and maybe are still looking for - one Milliardo Peacecraft.\"

He couldn\'t say he didn\'t like the way Milliardo was operating, though. Very addictive, the feel of this man on top of him, but as he\'d said earlier, he wasn\'t in the mood to bottom. This was a game he intended to see through to the end - and there was something about knowing he was this close to nailing someone who\'d had Heero that made it more thrilling.

\"Fuck,\" he gasped out, feeling Milliardo hardening against his leg. It was a good thing he\'d already achieved release earlier, otherwise he doubted he\'d be able to keep his wits about him. He arched his back in an attempt to push them up to a seated position, but only succeeded in making him more aware of how very solid this man was. His cock was twitching and he wanted Milliardo to wrap his fingers around it and stroke it.

Looking for? It had to be a lie. The blonde smiled dangerously. \"Duo,\" he breathed, running his hand along the brunette\'s chest and catching a nipple between finger and thumb, rolling it around a few times before dragging his nails down the man\'s chest to his stomach. \"You\'re a highly sexual and intelligent man, so I\'m sure you know what I\'m asking you. What I need,\" he pulled the man\'s pants open, ignoring the possibility that he just snapped the button from them, ruining the clothing.

Milliardo brought his hand up to his mouth and lapped at it quickly, then brought it down to Duo\'s waiting length. He ran his slick palm along the shaft and around the head, then pulled his hand away and lowered his head, blowing on it and knowing the icy feeling that would sing through the brunette\'s body. \"...Is a name,\" he said quietly, lifting his head once more and locking gazes with Duo.

After the one touch, Milliardo purposefully kept his hands away from the rock-hard erection the brunette was sporting, smiling sweetly at him and returning to running his nails down Duo\'s torso.

Part of him wanted to laugh. It appeared Milliardo was on to him. Duo had a lot of kinks, but nothing was like the battle for dominance, especially when the other guy was using his own tricks on him. The name was on the tip of his tongue, but if he gave it up now... He bucked his hips again, his frustration mounting. Whereas before all it took was dangling the right carrot before Milliardo\'s nose, now the game had involved a lot more than sex, and that made him want to plough into the blonde’s body even more. \"How do I know you\'re not gonna leave me hangin\'?\" he asked, hating himself for the faint quaver of need in his voice. \"Told you, everything has a price.\"

\"You know how much I want to fuck you,\" he said, his voice a bit stronger this time. \"The question is, how bad do you want a name?\"

Milliardo smiled wide, making up the rules to his own game as he went. He had dominated johns before, but they had a guarantee of what they were getting. He had to change the boundaries a little to get what he wanted, so, he offered just a little more, undoing his own pants and sliding down Duo\'s leg until their erections met.

He took the both of them in his hand and squeezed them together, then ran his hand up and down their length several times, still grinding his hips as he licked and bit Duo\'s lower lip. \"I\'m harder than rock,\" he whispered, \"and so are you. My body is aching to have your cock slide inside of me, don\'t you want it? Isn\'t one name worth the chance at feeling my tight ass squeeeeeeze around you, and hear your name leaking from me like honey? Duo, Duo, Duo...\" he drawled his words out slowly, removing his hand once more before the brunette could get into the motions and forget their bargaining. \"Don\'t you want to fill me with your whole throbbing length, and ravage me? I want it, too, Duo. I\'m willing to become slave to your cock for that name, but not a moment before I hear it.\"

There was a difference in their needs, and they both knew it. Where Duo could go out and get laid within the hour, slaking the lust in his body, Milliardo didn\'t have that luxury with obtaining the information he wanted. He was ready to point that out, too, when the blond shifted his position and then stroked their erections together. Christ, there was something about hearing his name spoken that way that made his entire body quiver with raw animal need. Milliardo was right about everything he said...that was exactly what Duo wanted, but he had no way of knowing if he was being played for a fool.

\"You want a name? Pants off - all the way off. Convince me this is gonna be worth the price you\'re charging.\"

\"Duoooo...\" Milliardo drawled out, letting the name drip from his mouth as he licked along the brunette\'s neck. What the hell-- he didn\'t really have much to lose, and there was no way he\'d fall for that pressure-point trick again. The blonde sat back and pulled his pants all the way off, then crawled on top of duo in the very same way Duo had crawled onto him back on the balcony.

He purred and shifted his weight back, pressing his ass up against the brunette\'s erection, moving his hips up and down slowly as he let his hair cascade over his shoulder and curtain the two of them, their faces not an inch apart. \"I\'m waiting for you, Duo,\" he said slowly, knowing the double meaning behind the words and biting the brunette\'s lower lip a little harder, just barely avoiding cutting the soft flesh open with his teeth.

Fuck, Milliardo was certainly pressing all the right buttons. The feel of his cock sliding between those firm ass cheeks and the sight of his body rippling as he rocked against Duo\'s erection was making it hard to keep his wits about him. Duo spit into his hand and reached behind Milliardo, doing his best to coat his length with saliva and precum, then searched for Milliardo\'s entrance. He smiled as the head of his cock found it, and the tip nudged at it.

\"Lucrezia Noin,\" he said, thrusting his hips upwards and forcing the head of his cock into Milliardo.

He watched Milliardo\'s face for a reaction as he pushed harder, trying to impale himself further. The angle was difficult, especially when only saliva was used as a lubricant, but he\'d given the blond what he\'d wanted. The deal had included a name, and not any explanation of how Duo knew the woman from Milliardo\'s past.

The gasp that racked his body was from both the sensation of penetration as well as the shock of the name. Milliardo sat up and lifted his face to the ceiling, dropping his weight onto Duo unintentionally and impaling himself fully. It stung, but the blonde didn\'t care; he moaned as Lucrezia\'s name tore open old wounds.

His eyes snapped back open as he came back to reality, his mouth set in a hard line. No question now; he needed sex, and lots of it, to distract himself, and was rather confident that Duo could provide what he needed before he left this place once and for all.

Milliardo tightened himself around the brunette\'s length and lifted himself up only to slide back down as slowly as he could manage, bracing his hands on Duo\'s chest and looking down at him with an intense blue stare. There was no way he was going to get fucked hard if he was on top... Milliardo lifted himself off of the man\'s length and plunged for a kiss while pulling Duo up to a sitting position. \"How do you want me?\" he growled hungrily. \"On my back? On my knees?\"

Duo felt a sense of victory, and as much as he\'d like to force Milliardo\'s face into the cushions and pound at him from behind as punishment for the shit he\'d put him through so far today, he\'d been looking forward to watching the blonde’s contorted expression as Duo pounded into him, hard and fast. \"On your back,\" he said, leaning forward. \"I want to see you what your mouth looks like when you\'re screaming my name.\"

The three words, on your back, were all Milliardo needed. He lunged for another kiss, filling Duo\'s mouth with his tongue while pulling the brunette on top of him as he lay back on the couch. \"Fuck me,\" he hissed between darts of his tongue into the brunette\'s mouth.

Noin was going to have a visitor in the next little while... and when the hell was it she\'d come to this city?! Milliardo banished the thoughts, taking firm hold of Duo\'s rear while spreading his legs as far as he could.

\"Nooooooow, Duo,\" he moaned.

It was one order Duo was eager to follow, and he rubbed the tip of his cock hastily between Milliardo\'s cheeks, trying to make the entry a little less painful. Not that he much cared if it hurt Milliardo at first, but he hated too much friction. Then he didn\'t care at all either way when Milliardo opened his legs wider and expressed his need again. Duo held himself as steady as he could and pushed in again, slowly at first.

Once he could feel Milliardo\'s body open up a bit, he snapped his hips forward, fully sheathing himself and taking a moment to recover from the warmth that surrounded his cock.

Heero hadn\'t moved from his position near the window, looking out at the view of the alley but not really seeing anything. He felt like a prisoner here, and there was no reason for him to not just get up and leave. Duo had been wearing him down constantly, a brush of lips against the back of his neck, the swipe of fingertips along his ribcage, the not-so-accidentally groping on the couch, and the insistence that Heero sleep in the bed from now - something Heero hadn\'t thought all the way through when he\'d woken up to find Duo\'s hand between his thighs.

Why he\'d assumed Duo had plans to sleep on the sofa he had no idea, and although his entire body went rigid when he realized the compromising position he was in, he hadn\'t shoved Duo off of him.



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