Lurking in the Shadows [complete]

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Milliardo dug his nails into Duo\'s pliant flesh, moaning as he was filled again. He needed this, and he needed it bad. The blonde\'s back arched and he gasped for breath as he looked up at the man filling him. He knew how to make this faster, harder, more mind-blowing, and it took but one word, drawn out and deep in the back of his throat. \"Duo,\" he pleaded, tightening his thighs on either side of the man\'s hips.

Duo closed his eyes and responded to the siren call. He\'d never realized how fucking sexy anyone could make his name sound. Usually he didn\'t bother giving his name over because he didn\'t plan on spending more than the requisite fifteen to sixty minutes with them, and the latter was usually only if they shared a post-coital cigarette. There was no reason to draw this out any longer. He\'d been aching to pound into Milliardo all fucking day and he placed his hands on Milliardo\'s hips, lifting them up slightly.

He drew back and surged forward, taking little time to establish a rhythm. Perspiration trickled down his face and blurred his vision and he blinked a few times, focusing on the way Milliardo\'s body contracted around him as he thrust in, trying to bury himself in further than was humanly possible with each snap of his hips.

Heero had had every intention of leaving the night he\'d killed Zechs\' pimp, and he\'d fully believed the man he\'d given himself to had left town. He\'d been sure that Zechs hated him for what he\'d done, had resented him for taking away whatever the hell his pimp had represented. Then to come home and find the man who had caused more than a few wet dreams those first few weeks after their separation in his apartment and engaged in an act that had played out in his fantasies the few times he jerked off - only in the shower, where Duo wasn\'t likely to find out what he was up to.

He could hear them out there now. He\'d tried blocking out their voices, but then Duo\'s name had carried through the paper thin walls. Heero hated the fact that he found it arousing. Duo\'s name, spoken by the only male lover he\'d ever had - it was wrong, and yet he could feel himself getting hard, picturing what they must look like, long hair flowing over sweat slick bodies.

There, that was what he needed; Milliardo slid his fingers up the brunette\'s back and dug his nails in at the shoulders, dragging them down to the pumping hips once more. \"Aahhhhh... yes!\" he cried out.

This time the cry rang through the entire place, and Milliardo\'s eyes closed as the cock inside of him lost an owner, and the face above him became blurred in his mind. He didn\'t care who it was ramming against him, he only cared that it was happening. \"More, harder!\" he pleaded, rolling his head on the pillows.

Duo struggled to keep his eyes open as he pounded into Milliardo. It felt fucking good - better than good. Hot, surprisingly tight, and if it were possible to become any harder, he would have when Milliardo\'s voice carried through the entire apartment. Heero must be getting an earful, Duo thought, then his roommate was shoved to the corner of his mind as he relentlessly gave Milliardo what he wanted.

Milliardo grabbed the brunette by the back of the neck, pulling him down for another wanton kiss as his body was slammed into. He moaned inside Duo\'s mouth as the long-haired man struck his prostate several times, and Milliardo\'s left hand shot to his own pulsing need. He pumped it in time with the heavy thrusts filling him, and could barely breathe between the ramming cock inside of him and his own pumping hand.

He was close to exploding between their stomachs; Milliardo wailed as the sensitive spot deep inside of him was struck three times. \"Aaaaaugh!\"

His seed shot across his stomach in a hot torrent, and Milliardo\'s chest was heaving.


Heero didn\'t realize his hand had migrated to the front of his pants until he felt the pressure of his hand massaging his growing erection. He felt sickened that the sounds in the next room were making him hard. It had never happened, ever, not in any of the times Duo had someone - or several someones - over, making the clock on top of the television shake as the headboard slammed into the wall. This time things were different, and all he had to do to avoid it would have been to have turned and walked out of the apartment, rather than hiding in here like a coward.

At the moment, Duo\'s entire existence was focused on the clenching around his swollen length as Milliardo let out a sound halfway between a moan and a scream, and he pounded into him a few more times, biting his lip as he thrust deep, and felt his own tension reach the breaking point before he threw back his head and let out his own sounds of satisfaction. He let his body collapse onto Milliardo\'s, their sweat and the blonde’s seed mixing together between their chests, and let out a long, slow, breath against the platinum hair. \"Fuck,\" he said. \"Fuck, man, wow.\"

Heero was squeezing his cock through his pants when Zechs\' climax approached, and he felt a little bit sick to his stomach, or maybe it was the unwanted, unexpected, completely unacceptable surge of lust the sound elicited. It was followed shortly afterwards by Duo\'s cry of release, and Heero let his hand drop away, leaning forward until his forehead touched the glass. Duo had either never been that loud, or Heero simply hadn\'t ever cared before.

Apparently all the bragging Duo had done about how skilled he was and how Heero wouldn\'t regret it had some basis in truth - that, or Zechs was easily pleased now that he did it for his own purposes rather than for money. His hands clenched into fists at his side as he looked over at the bed. The same threadbare bedspread covered the mattress, only this time it was neatly made rather than half on the floor.

Milliardo lay there, with the brunette on top of him, for several long moments, simply trying to breathe as he stared at the ceiling. Noin. She wasn\'t dead, and apparently, she liked to throw his name around like it was nothing.

The sex had, as he expected, been amazing, but it wasn\'t enough. He needed to get out of this place, and he was sure that Duo wouldn\'t react to Milliardo simply getting up and getting dressed the way Heero had. The blonde shifted out from under Duo, once more wiping himself down with his completely ruined jacket, and picked up his pants. The deal was complete; there wasn\'t any more reason for him to be in this city now, except to perhaps strangle Lucrezia.

Yet, something was nagging at him as he slipped his pants up his legs.

He looked over at the door that acted as a barrier between him and Heero, and against his better judgement, headed towards it, putting his hand on the knob and turning. What he found was Heero standing before the window, an obvious bulge in his pants and a tired expression on his face.

Even after everything he had said and thought he meant, Milliardo\'s stomach knotted upon seeing the man alone in this room, especially with the unattended need between his legs.

He moved slowly to give Heero time to get away should he try, but the brunette didn\'t seem to move as Milliardo approached him. \"Duo\'s a lucky man to have you,\" he said quietly, honestly, without any venom in his voice this time. \"Enjoy each other.\"

He turned to go, running his hand through his hair to straighten the mess he was sure it was in.

Duo rolled to his side and watched Milliardo get dressed, a smile toying about his lips, one that widened as he saw him go toward the bedroom door. As much as he wanted Heero, he was too pleased with how things had played out to worry about what was going to happen now.

Heero felt his face grow warm as Zechs\' eyes dropped to the tent in his pants, and he felt incapable of thought as the distance between them became smaller. Why was Zechs still here? What did he want now? Not that long ago he\'d thrown words in Heero\'s face that weren\'t true, and now after a good fucking, he was willing to play the part of the martyr.

And now Zechs was leaving. Fuck and run seemed to be his style...except that this time everything was different. Heero had no intention of going after Zechs the way he had after their first encounter. He still didn\'t understand what the hell he\'d been thinking - why he\'d taunted Zechs with the money Duo had hidden in his room, why he\'d tangled with the pimp the way he had.

Why he\'d let go of the control he\'d cultivated over the years to keep his rage in check - and killed a man. While Duo had been entertaining Zechs on the couch, Heero had had the time to mull over what Zechs had said to him when he told him about the gift, and Heero had retaliated with a lie. It shouldn\'t matter at this point. Whatever he\'d thought had happened between him and Zechs had been an illusion born of the most fantastic orgasm he\'d ever had. Don\'t regret the things you\'ve done, he reminded himself. Regret those that you did not do.

\"Duo doesn\'t have me,\" Heero said quietly. \"He never has.\"




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