Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Heero Gets Some ❯ Chapter 1

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Author's Note: Yes, I know what you're thinking. Why the hell am I posting a sequel to a sequel? Well, I was bored and I figured Heero deserved some action, too. It takes place not too far after Endless Waltz and I've tweaked it. Oh well, on with the show!

Disclaimer: I unfortunately do not own Gundam Wing. However, I do own the hentai thoughts running through my head. Bring the two together and you get lemons. Lovely lemons of sexy G-boys. Who wouldn't want that?

Rating: NC-17 of course. No other rating would work.

Pairings: 6x1 Yeah, that's right. That's the pairing I wanted, so there!

WARNINGS: Alot to repeat here and I won't be yelling them this time. This story is yaoi, which usually means an excuse for two men to have sex for no apparent reason; or something like that. If you do not approve or have no such liking for this sort of thing, you may simply press back and find a nice het story. However, if you're a fan like myself then you are welcome. This story is a major PWP, OOC, and a few other things that I listed outside. That and this is smut, plain and simple, which I have never written like this before. (I was blushing the whole way through!) You may move on to the story now, as I have nothing else to warn you about.

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Colbat eyes glared at the empty seat that he was greeted with as he entered Duo's cubicle. The braided idiot was missing again. Not only did that mean the reports he was here to retreive weren't done, but it meant that others would pop up missing as well. He stormed out of the cubicle and headed for another, his jaw clenching as he came to find another empty computer chair. Agent Chang was gone as well. One glance across from this cubicle and he could see the screensaver of Trowa's computer running. It made no sense to go searching for the banged ex-pilot or Quatre after seeing that; neither of them were here.

Heero angrily stormed back the way he came, muttering under his breath and thinking of various ways he could harm his fellow agents. This was more than frustrating; it was infuriating and annoying. It had been two weeks that those particular Preventers hadn't even bothered to show up for work. Duo had called in and claimed he and Wufei were down with the flu, his Chinese lover suffering a sore throat. The Japanese young man knew that to be a lie. He had heard Wufei screaming in the background.

However, Une had let it slide for some odd reason and Duo's work went to Trowa. Heero was stuck with Wufei's. Things were going well until Trowa and his lover had suddenly caught the flu as well, bed ridden for who knew how long.

"Bed ridden my ass.", Heero grumbled, finally bursting free from the sea of cubicles.

He headed for the various rooms beyond, in search for the agents who seemed to be M.I.A. The four agents had finally decided the time was right to return to headquarters and barely an hour into the day and they were off doing only they knew what. Well, Heero had an idea, but he was far too angry to even think about it.

As he came up to the break room, he opened the door and peeked in, finding it empty. He was relieved that this room wasn't being used by either of the couples. He had to eat in here. He closed the door with a frustrated growl, or rather slammed the door, as he left to move on his way. Those four had to be around here somewhere and he was going to find them.

As Heero footsteps descended down the hall, four set of relieved sighs were released, muffled behind the door of the break room supply closet. Tentatively, violet eyes peeked out as the door was cracked open, looking about to make sure that Heero had actually left. He gave the all clear as he opened the door fully, his lover and two friends slinking out behind him.

"Is it just me or does Hee-chan seem to be crabbier than usual?", Duo questioned aloud, ploppling down into a chair around the lone table, "Jeeze, he's worse than Wufei on a bad day."

He went to laugh but it was cut short as he looked in his lover's direction. Ebony eyes were cutting into him with a look that promised another dry spell for him, this one intentional. He easily submitted, shoulders slumping a bit as he sulked. Sometimes Wufei could be no fun.

Trowa was nodding in agreement with Duo's words, his face set in a look of contemplation. The two couples had met up yesterday to discuss a plan. There was no doubt that Heero was ready to have their asses for basically abandoning him with their assignments just so they could get their jollies. They weren't able to come up with anything yesterday, and had agreed to meet in the break room today. However, Heero was on a mission and he was angry. The two didn't bode well for the four of them. They had to think of something fast before they were found.

"There has to be some way to get Heero off of our case.", he mused aloud, his lover nodding in agreement.

Duo merely snorted, leaning back into his chair to casually lounge.

"Heero just needs to get laid."

There was a moment of silence before four ex-pilots brightened, a light bulb turning on in their heads. Duo grinned as he looked over the other three, not missing that they were thinking the same thing. If they could get Heero some well deserved and much needed lovin', then they could return to their own with little to no worries.

Duo was cackling to himself as he rubbed his hands together, his lover eyeing him warily. This was going to be way too much fun, especially since he had the perfect candidate to help them out.

"Duo, what are you plotting?", Wufei finally asked his lover.

The braided boy grinned up at him.

"The only way we get Heero off of our backs is if he's too busy doing something else.", Duo revealed, his grin widening, "I just say we get Heero some well deserved ass and then we can get back to our own lives, if you know what I mean."

Wufei, though he had been thinking the same thing, frowned. Quatre bit his lip in worry. It was a great plan, but was it right to intrude on Heero's sexual life? The three agents looked to Trowa, who stood in silent contemplation, Duo nervous as to what Trowa had to say. He could easily dub it as a bad idea and then they'd have to think of something else. That was all Duo had to offer and he wasn't going to try and think of anything else.

Finally, Trowa moved, his hands crossing over his chest as he breathed a sigh. The others stood on pins and needles, patiently waiting for the taller boy's input.

"Any idea who we can convince?"

Duo whooped in victory at the banged boy's words, Wufei and Quatre only sighing. So it would seem they'd be meddling after all. Wufei turned to his lover who was busy cheering at his plan's approval, feeling embarrased for the boy's childish behavior. Sometimes he wondered just why he put up with him.

"This is going to be fun!", Duo exclaimed, pulling out his cellular phone, "I know someone who needs to get laid just as bad as Heero does."

The phone was put on speaker and the four agents waited patiently as it rang. Soon enough the call was answered and all four boys were smiling at just who was on the other line.

"Hello, this is Milliardo."

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Milliardo Peacecraft, recently known as Zechs Merquise, casually glanced down at his watch as he rode the elevator up to the third floor. He had no idea why he had allowed himself to come to the Preventer's Headquarters, listening to Duo was bound to get him into trouble. The elevator notified his arrival and he stepped out as the doors slid open.

He was greeted with the sight of endless cubicles, and the sounds of phones ringing in the background. He looked around a moment before he was moving forward, weaving his way through the cubicles in search of a particular one. He rounded the corner, his eyes catching Duo's section of the office and he quickly made his way over. He wanted this done with as fast as he was able, he had things to do.

Not so much things as he would rather be elsewhere. Duo hadn't explained why he was to come to Headquarters; he had merely promised that Milliardo would enjoy it. Curiousity dragged him here as much as boredom had. Since he had declined being an agent himself and had out right refused to work for his sister, he had way too much free time.

His steps faultered as he drew closer to Duo's cubilcle, not missing the breathless moan that traveled past the thin wall. What on earth was going on in there?

He didn't bother to announce his arrival, he merely walked in and waited in the doorway. Duo sat at his desk, head thrown back in pure bliss and Milliardo didn't have to guess twice as to what was going on. He cleared his throat and Duo started, swearing as he fumbled to make himself decent. The blond visitor didn't miss the swear that came from underneath the desk, and he tried his best to hold back from laughing.

"Milliardo.", Duo greeted, never attempting to stand and greet him, "You're here early."

"You told me to come here as soon as possible.", Milliardo reminded him, walking closer and peeping under the desk, "Hey there, Wufei."

The Chinese ex-pilot only waved at him, his cheeks flushing furiously as he took to staying hidden under the desk. Blue eyes were then looking to Duo, who was grinning rather than flushing in embarrasement.

"So, this is what you do all day?", Milliardo questioned, straightening to lean against the desk, "You're supposed to be ensuring people's safety and you're enjoying a mid-afternoon blow job? What a way to waste the tax-payers money."

"Hey, he offered and I thought it rude to decline."

Milliardo chuckled as Duo was struck in the shin, the braided boy yelping in pain. Wufei was then emerging from his hideaway, making himself decent.

"Merquise.", he greeted with a nod.

"Actually I'm going by Peacecraft now.", the blond corrected.

"Whatever.", Duo interrupted, fixing his pants before he was standing, "We brought you here for a reason."

Ah yes, now he'd get his explanation. He hoped that he hadn't wasted his time in coming here.

"I was beginning to worry that you called me here just to watch you enjoy yourself.", he joked, watching Duo's grin widen.

"Not a bad idea." Duo was winking in his direction

He was soon grunting in pain as Wufei elbowed him, sloe eyes narrowing dangerously as Duo favored his new injury. The Asian boy merely ignored the pout that his lover threw in his direction, turning away from him and looking back to the older boy.

"We were hoping you could help us out.", the Chinese agent revealed.

Milliardo was soon raising an eyebrow in interest. What could he help them out with? It wasn't everyday that he was asked for help, and he was eager to agree without hearing what they needed help with. His brain was already providing delectable images of the braided ex-pilot and Wufei tied down and at his mercy.

He was brought back to here and now at the sound of someone barking his name.

"Merquise! What the hell are you doing here?"

Blue eyes looked behind him to find the former pilot of Wing glaring up at him. He could tell that Heero was in a foul mood and he could only wonder what had brought him to this state. He even knew that it wasn't wise to push. The Japanese preventor seemed about ready to explode.

"Actually, it's Peacecraft n-"

"You could be calling yourself Mary and I still wouldn't give a fuck. What I want to know is why you decided to drag your ass down here when you're cleary just getting in the way!"

Milliardo was a bit stunned at the boy's words. It would seem that Heero was more than pissed. What the hell was going on? He watched Heero look past him to both Duo and Wufei, the two of them stiffening under his enraged glare.

"Don't you have work to be doing, Chang?"

Wufei's mouth opened to answer, but it quickly snapped shut as Heero let free a growl of impatience. With a nervous nod, Wufei was on his way, leaving Duo's cubicle as fast as he could and heading for his own. Then Heero's eyes were narrowing onto Duo and the braided boy said nothing. He only sat back in his chair and got to work, his eyes focused on his computer.

Milliardo waited and soon enough those colbat eyes were burning in his direction. Why did he have the feeling that this was what Duo and Wufei needed help with?

"I suggest that you leave, Zechs.", Heero was growling out through clenched teeth.

"I already told you I go by Mill-"

"GET OUT!"

The bellowed words that cut him off caused the entire office to pause, curious agents peeking out of their cubicles to observe what was happening. Milliardo didn't resist and he did as was told, carefully walking past Heero and heading out of the cubicle. He looked back to Duo to convey a silent message that he'd be back and then he was gone. However, instead of leaving he hid himself around the corner and waited for Heero to leave.

It wasn't a long wait and when the coast was clear, Milliardo easily slinked back to Duo's cubicle.

"Is it just me or is Yuy more of a tightass then usual?", he questioned the braided agent.

Duo merely shrugged.

"Maybe you can help loosen it?"

Milliardo raised an eyebrow at the words, looking to the braided boy for an explanation.

"Come again?"

"Look, Heero has indeed become more of a tightass and, the guys and I believe that all he needs is a good fucking.", Duo admitted.

"We suspect you're the one to do it."

Milliardo was nearly startled by the new voice and he glanced back to find Trowa now behind him. Pilot 03 was always quiet. It was creepy, but Milliardo kept that opinion to himself.

"Let me get this straight.", he began, his arms crossing, "You called me down here so that I can sleep with Yuy and get him out of your way?"

"Pretty much.", Trowa answered and Milliardo sighed.

"I can't believe you guys.", the blond was muttering, raising a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, "I'm not a male prostitute."

"Oh, we know that.", Duo was saying, standing from his desk, "You're not getting paid after all."

He ignored the glare that was thrown at him and took to wrapping his arm around the man's, formally known as Zechs Merquise, shoulder. The guy had to come around. It wasn't like he wasn't getting anything out of it.

"What have you got to lose?", Duo asked him, wanting to convince him to agree, "I mean you're getting a free fuck out of it. You can't tell me you hadn't once thought about tapping that ass."

Trowa only groaned at Duo's choice of words and Milliardo snorted, gently removing Duo's arm from around him. Whether or not he wanted to tap Heero's ass, he wasn't about to seduce the boy because the other four ex-pilots wanted sympathy so that they could screw around as they pleased.

"As great as it sounds, I think I'll decline.", he told them, Duo sulking.

"Not even if we did pay you?", the violet-eyed boy asked.

Milliardo only glared at him and Duo backed down, flopping into his chair with a childish huff. This just wasn't fair. Milliardo was aware that Duo wasn't happy, but he really wasn't about to force himself onto Heero for what really was no appearent reason.

"I'm sorry.", he apologized, Duo only frowning up at him, "But there's nothing you can say or do to convince me otherwise. You'll have to find some one else."

He turned to leave, but Trowa was blocking his way, green eyes glaring dangerously. Yup, that definately confirmed it; Barton was creepy.

"Listen, I just recently started getting some well deserved ass and there's no way that I'm going to allow you to fuck things up for me.", the banged agent growled out, Milliardo inching back just a tad, "Now you had better get your ass down to Heero's office and fuck him until I say stop. If you value your pretty face any more than you do your life, then your ass will get in gear and move!"

Milliardo tried his best not to gulp as Trowa's words seemed to be nothing but the truth. He had a feeling that the green-eyed agent would surely harm him if he didn't agree, but Milliardo wouldn't back down. He wouldn't allow them to whore him out because they were too happy getting their rocks off and didn't want to work.

"I-"

As Trowa took to loudly cracking his knuckles, Milliardo found it best to shut his mouth. He cleared his throat and looked back to Duo, who seemed quite pleased with the way things were going.

"Lube?", he questioned and caught the tube that was thrown at him, "You guys owe me."

Once again he was menuevering around a ticking time bomb and was making his way out of the cubicle. He searched out Heero's office a bit dreadfully and yet eagerly. He had to admit that he hadn't gotten laid in a while. He reached down to adjust the quickly hardening member in his pants. He was getting hot and bothered with just the thought that he'd be getting some.

He finally came to Heero's office and he took a deep breath to ready himself. His hand rose and he knocked, patiently waiting for Heero to answer.

"Who the hell is it!"

He groaned as he realized that this wasn't going to be easy. However, it couldn't be helped. Though he wasn't invited, Milliardo opened the door and stepped inside. Colbat eyes narrowed on him and he only closed the door behind him, making sure to lock it. He didn't want to be interrupted if he did get any farther than inside the door.

"Didn't I tell you to get lost?"

Heero's question was ignored and Milliardo stalked closer, not exactly believing just what he was about to do and yet anticipating it. Hell, Duo had a point. There were several occasions in which he had seen himself taking the former Wing pilot; there were too many to count.

He came to a stop at Heero's desk, leaning over it so that his eyes connected with the glaring blue and he offered Heero a smile. It was a dark and predetory smile, one that caught the younger boy off guard. Milliardo caught the small slip and he chuckled, Heero growling at the sound.

"What the fuck is so funny?", he demanded, his work forgotten for the moment.

"It's nothing.", Milliardo answered, circling the desk so that he was beside the boy, "It's just that. . ."

He trailed off, grabbing the boy's chair and spinning it so that Heero was facing him. He leaned over, the chair leaning back as well so that he was now hovering over the chocolate-haired agent, his hands resting on either arm of the leather padded chair. Heero's anger had drained away and was replaced with complete shock and he wasn't sure what to think.

He watched Milliardo's eyes pass over him, and he suddenly felt a bit vulnerable. Unconsciously, he pressed into the chair, trying to distance himself just a tad from the long-haired blond. Milliardo only pressed forward, not allowing his having the upper hand to slip by. It would work in his favor now that Yuy was intimidated.

"I was just thinking how much I'm going to enjoy pounding into your tight ass.", he finally finished, a pink tongue peeking out to lick suddenly dry lips.

Heero froze at the words, his eyes widening almost comically and Milliardo resisted the urge to laugh. As much as it was priceless to see this look on Heero's face, he couldn't ruin it.

"What?", was all Heero managed to get out, and Milliardo let loose a low and sultry chuckle.

He was aware of the younger teenager tensing beneath him as he leaned forward, and decided he would keep his guard up, but still nuzzled the skin of Heero's neck anyway. Maybe it was just his imagination, but Heero seemed to smell of suppressed desire.

"I believe I said that I'm going to enjoy fucking you until you scream."

"That's not what you said!", Heero snapped at him, his anger steadily returning.

"If you know what I said, why the hell did I have to repeat it then!", Milliardo retorted in return, his annoyance rising as well.

He pulled back slightly so that his eyes could look at Heero's face, only to find that the Preventor's frown had melted away, and a look of sudden bashfulness had taken over. Was Heero blushing? Milliardo didn't even know that he could.

"What the hell are you blushing fo-", Milliardo had began to ask, but cut himself short as realized the answer to his own question.

He gave Heero a knowing smirk, that had the colbat-eyed ex-pilot blushing even harder, even though Heero tried to glare at him warningly. It wasn't working, however. The former Epyon pilot knew his secret already.

"I get it.", the older of the two was drawling, the fingers of his right hand reaching out to tease at the buttons of Heero's shirt.

Heero's tie was already gone, ripped in two and discarded on the floor. He didn't want to ask Heero why it was there or how it had managed to become ripped. That could give an excuse for angry (and quite scary) Heero to make an appearance again. His fingers pulled and the first button easily unfastened, Milliardo smirking as Heero seemed to start squirming in his seat.

"You like it when I talk dirty."

"Yeah, well, I'd also like it if you shut up and get the hell on with it!"

Heero's growled words stopped him in his tracks, and Milliardo narrowed his eyes on the now obviously impatient face. Was it just him, or did Heero change moods every minute?

"What the hell?", Milliardo's usual sophistication was dropped, as there was obviously no need for it anymore, "Are you angry, timid, embarassed, or what? You need to pick one and stick with it, because I don't know how the hell to react to your five second mood swings!"

A growl from Heero was all Milliardo had time to hear, before he found the breath knocked out of him, as he was slammed back onto the desk. He didn't have time to catch his breath, since Heero's lips were pressed against his in the next instant, the Japanese boy's tongue eagerly pushing into his mouth.

He didn't complain, only let his own tongue take to sparring with Heero's. He came out the victor, and he let himself explore every inch of Heero's mouth. Heero's moaning was muffled and Milliardo pulled away to smile up at him as the boy began to grind against him, his stiffened cock pressing against his thigh.

"What mood is this?", he was stupid enough to ask, and Heero only mewled when Milliardo roughly grabbed his ass.

"Horny.", was all he said, shifting to climb atop the desk and ultimately Milliardo, his legs straddling the young man, and his ass coming to rest against the prince's own straining member.

Milliardo hissed at the feeling, his hands grabbing Heero's hips to still him, as his own rose to grind against that wonderful ass.

"I like horny.", he murmered, groaning as Heero began grinding with him, "Let's stick with this, shall we?"

Heero merely scoffed, and his hands reached for Milliardo's top, grabbing hold of it and pulling it so that it ripped open.

"Hey!", the blond teen objected, his blue eyes glaing up at Heero, "Do you think you can avoid destroying my only set of clothes? I do have to get dressed again after we're done."

"Do you think you can shut up long enough so as not to annoy me, and to just hurry up, undress me and fuck me like you promised?"

Milliardo paused, not really having expected such a question; and from Heero no less. Either way, this entire day had been weird, but he should have expected that. He opened his mouth to answer the question, but instead of words, a groan spilled out. He realized that his cock was surrounded by wonderful heat, and he rose on his elbows, looking down to find Heero's mouth wrapped around him.

When the boy had moved so fast, or unbuckled his pants without him knowing, was a complete mystery. He'd question later, for the moment, he was going to enjoy the first blow job he'd recieved in what had to be forever.

"Shit!", he gasped, as Heero's mouth worked over him, "Something tells me you've done this before."

"Shut up.", was the muffled command, and Milliardo merely sighed in exasperation.

What the hell had Duo and the others (especially that creepy pilot 03) gotten him into? If it wasn't for the fact that he was at the moment getting head from what seemed to be the most moodiest and unpredictable of the pilots, he would have gladly returned back to Duo's cubicle to give them a piece of his mind.

His hand reached for chocolate locks and gripped, groaning as Heero took him in deeper, the head of Milliardo's penis brushing against the back of his throat. Pilot 01's mouth was better than heaven and it felt so damn good. The man once known as the Lightening Count, couldn't help himself, and he began thrusting into that wondeful, wet, hot mouth.

He groaned in disappointment as Heero pulled back, his eyes locked with the blond's as his tongue dragged over the head of his shaft, dipping into the small slit. Milliardo didn't have words to describe just how hot Heero looked at this precise moment. He was sure he'd blow any minute, but he was fighting it; he still had Heero's ass to ride.

"Aah!", he was crying out as Heero squeezed his cock, slowly pumping it until precum began to dribble from the tip.

That's when the younger teen's hot, little tongue slithered out again, lapping over the head of the blond's rod to gather the pearly liquid there.

"Mmmh.", his eyes slipped closed as he moaned his pleasure.

Milliardo had to push his head away so as to avoid being forced to shoot his load all over the Japanese boy's face. That little picture was just too hot to handle, and had Heero continued, Milliardo would have ended their fun time way too early.

"Damn, Heero.", he growled out, trying to keep his orgasm at bay, "I didn't know you would be this good."

Heero's face fell into a frown at the words, and he huffed only slightly, pushing away Milliardo's hand that had yet to let go of his face.

"I'm guessing you were told that I was the bitter and tight-assed virgin who was in need of his first fuck to get him from being such an asshole?"

Milliardo could only nod, before silently sighing in relief; premature ejaculation had been avoided. . . for the moment.

"Duo?", was Heero's next question, as he stood from the floor to remove his own clothing.

Milliardo's eyes watched him as he did so, delighting as inch by inch of Heero's tanned skin was revealed, and he nodded to answer Heero's inquiry.

"Well, now you know; the idiot was wrong.", Heero said, now fully naked and moving to press against Milliardo, "In truth, I'm no where near a virgin. In fact, in all reality, I'm probably the biggest slut you'll ever see. I've been deprived of a good fucking for more than I would stand to admit and it kills me to know that everyone else is getting some, while I'm stuck doing paperwork they leave behind."

His hands reached up to grab Milliardo's face, and the blond teen couldn't do much to stop the kiss that was pressed against his lips. A forceful, and very desperate feeling, tongue pushed its way past his lips, and the Prince of the world only groaned. Heero's hands traced over his chest and Milliardo let his hands stray as well, taking to grabbing the well toned ass.

Heero's moan was music to his ears and he took to kneading the younger teen's buttocks, their kiss deepening and Heero pressing closer to Milliardo's still mostly dressed body. He was grinding his hips against him, which easily let Milliardo know that Heero was more than ready; his erection was rubbing against him as well.

"You really are horny.", Milliardo said as he pulled away from the kiss, "Did you know they called me here to have sex with you?"

Heero snorted, and Milliardo was soon swearing under his breath as he was pushed back against the desk once again, hard enough that his head slammed against the top of it. It was just his luck that Heero was a rough-play sort of lover.

"Remind me to thank them later.", Heero said, climbing atop Milliardo and straddling his hips once again, "Now shut up and talk dirty to me."

"Isn't that a bit contradictory?"

Milliardo's question was obviously not appreciated, and the well known death glare that Heero shot his way was proof of it.

"I'm sorry.", he quickly apologized, his hands easily latching on to Heero's hips, "I'll have to disappoint you though. My dirty talk doesn't exactly expand past 'I want to fuck you'."

Heero was giving a lust-filled whine, and the blond hissed as the boy began to move against him, Heero's ass rubbing teasingly against Milliardo's cock. Maybe that was all Heero needed to hear?

"Get the lube from the top left hand draw.", Heero was commanding, his movements never stilling, "I want it now."

Milliardo's grin was one to rival with the infamous, devilish grin of Duo Maxwell, and he followed Heero's order (obviously having forgotten the lube in his pocket), and held it up for the brown-haired former pilot to see. He stopped for a short while as he recognized that it was flavored lube; strawberry. Heero was one kinky son of bitch.

"Zechs!"

His previous name brought him from his thoughts and he looked up to a pissed looking teen.

"I said that it's Milliardo now.", he reminded Heero, trying not to let Heero's death glare help his erection wither and die.

The kid was scary; almost as scary as Barton. The thought of the banged pilot lurking in the shadows, waiting for him to not do as he was "politely asked", did make Milliardo go nearly limp. Lucky enough, Heero began squirming and he was as right as rain again.

"I don't care; just hurry up."

Heero reached for the lube, ready to do the job himself, but Milliardo pulled it out of reach. His grin was replaced and he looked up to Heero, who tried his best to hide the shiver that ran down his back at the stare the long-haired blond was throwing his way.

"Tell me what you want.", Milliardo commanded of him, and Heero glared.

"Milliardo-"

He had started off ready to yell at the sex god beneath him, but it turned to a pleasure induced whine, which was the end result of Milliardo's left hand reaching behind him to teasingly press against his opening with a finger. Heero pushed back, ready to just make the baka enter him, but Milliardo only tsked and held Heero still with his other hand, the lube temporarily forgotten.

"You want to move this any farther, then all I need to hear is you telling me exactly what I want to hear.", he was having fun taunting the colbat-eyed Preventer.

Heero grit his teeth, refusing to say anything at all, as he wouldn't let Milliardo boss him around. He was the one that gave the orders around here and it was going to stay that way.

"Mmmh. . ."

His moan was the after effect of Milliardo's finger brushing against his anus, a teasing little gesture that had him moving his hips back, or at least it would have, if he wasn't being held still.

"Aah!", that was due to that devilish finger pressing against him once again.

He didn't know how long he could hold out. He wasn't patient, especially when he was horny, and Milliardo's teasing brushes and torturous pressure was begging to break his resolve.

"Come on.", Milliardo's voice was deep with persuasion, "Let me hear you say it."

He was pressing again, and Heero gasped, unable to take it anymore. He needed Milliardo, and he needed him now.

"Take me.", he whimpered out, deep blue eyes clouded with unbridled lust, "Just do it already, Zechs."

Milliardo laughed, pulling away his finger to wag it in Heero's direction, the younger teen objecting softly from the loss of it.

"Uh, uh, uh.", the former Epyon pilot repramanded him, "That's not what I want to hear, and can't you be much more polite about it?"

Heero growled, a mixture of sexual frustration and annoyance. What did the dumbass want him to do? Beg?

"Please, Millliardo.", so be it, his patience had worn thin, "Please fuck me."

Milliardo watched entranced and quite pleased as Heero's mouth fell open in a silent scream, his eyes sliding shut, as his face twisted in obvious pleasure just as Milliardo's finger finally slipped past the small ring of muscle.

"Shit.", the hissed word went unnoticed by Heero, who was too busy trying to rock his body, hoping to give Milliardo the hint to move.

Damn, the boy's ass was tight and Milliardo's dick throbbed at the mere thought that he would be buried deep inside of him soon enough. His finger was removed, with Heero growling his disagreement, but he was fully ignored. The lube was opened, dispensed onto his left hand, and then said finger (joined by another) was gladly returned.

"Unh. . .yes!", Heero's hands fisted Milliardo's shirt, as he bent forward, inviting Milliardo to push deeper.

He wanted Milliardo to go deeper, wanted him to stretch him wider, and then fuck him until he was fully satiated. As the older teen's digits began to slowly move inside of him, Heero couldn't help but push back against them, hoping that his lover for the time being would move faster.

Milliardo licked his lips at the delicious sight Heero made, wantonly riding his fingers, as he stretched him. He'd really have to thank Duo now, and even though he rather wanted to avoid him, he'd thank Trowa as well.

"More!"

Heero was rocking faster, his breathing now coming in pants, as he begged Milliardo to keep going. With such a sexy sight above him, how could he have possibly refused Heero's wishes? With a third finger added to the first two, Milliardo deftly sought out that wonderful spot that would make Heero. . .

"Aah!", Heero was crying out, his head flying back as Milliardo pressed against his prostate.

. . . scream.

Milliardo couldn't help the pleased and yet malicious sounding chuckle that fell from his lips, as unmerciful fingers continued to probe against the small bundle of nerves.

"Unh. . .yes! Right there!"

Heero made one hell of a hot fuck, and though Milliardo hadn't expected him to be so verbal during love making, he was thoroughly enjoying it.

His unoccupied hand reached for the lube without the help of his eyes, as they were stuck to the image of a sweat-sheened and moaning Heero, who was now trembling in pleasure. He lifted it out to Heero, whose colbat eyes were heavily lidded, short little pants escaping the brown-haired teen's throat as Milliardo's fingers continued to move inside of him.

"Get me ready, Heero.", he told the younger boy, his voice low and heavy with his own desire.

Trembling fingers reached for the tube, Heero eagerly grasping it and pulling open the cap, before squeezing a generous amount into his hand. He was rushing, he'd admit it, but it had been too damn long. He really wanted to feel Milliardo buried deep inside him, and from the size of the blond's manhood, he'd be very deep indeed.

Heero shifted, though was careful to make sure that those talented fingers never stopped, so that he could wrap his hand around his lover's weeping shaft. Milliardo's groan was encouragment, and he let his fingers grip him firmly, and his hand moved with deft strokes as he coated the long shaft with lube.

Milliardo, though he was thoroughly enjoying his momentary hand job, had to stop Heero once again. He was feeling a little too good with the boy's talented hand, it was time to move this along before things ended the wrong way; as well as way too early. He let his fingers slip from Heero's now lubricated opening, giving a small smile as the Japanese Preventer whimpered in protest, so that he could move this along.

His hand took hold of Heero's hips and that was all the boy needed. Heero eagerly shifted so that he was straddling Milliardo, his eagerly twitching bud aligned with the engorged shaft, lust-darkened eyes locking with crystal blue. Milliardo's grip tightened on the former pilot's waist, as he was sure Heero would have easily impaled himself, and that would have been disastrous.

Heero was tight; too tight to enter in one quick go. Things had to be taken slowly, or else Milliardo was sure he'd embarass himself with coming way too early.

"Milliardo, onegai.", Heero had reverted to Japanese, which the blond-haired nobel found rediculously hot.

Although it was only one word, it was more than enough to get him moving. With his hands gripping tightly to Heero's hips, Milliardo slowly began to lower him onto his cock. He nearly forgot how to breathe as the head of his shaft pushed through the ring of muscle, never having experienced something so deliciuosly tight before. Heero had yelped at the initial penetration, but it wasn't in pain, and proof of that was they way he was trying to push himself further onto Milliardo's rod. However, Milliardo wasn't going to let a sweaty, horny, and squirming Heero change his pace.

"Milliardo, please!", Heero nearly sobbed, trying his best to penetrate himself onto Millirado's cock, "I want it so bad. Please, fuck me. . . pound into me until you make me scream. . . I need it!"

He would however let a sweaty, horny, squirming, begging, dirty-talking Heero sway him. His hips had a mind of their own it seemed as they lifted, and buried his thick shaft into Heero's greedy ass.

"Fuck!", his exclamaition was all he could say, as Heero screamed in delight at the quick entrance.

It felt like Heero was squeezing him for all he was worth, which only made him want to go deeper; or at least actually move. Heero, it would seem, decided to take the lead. He lifted himself, causing Milliardo's swollen length to withdraw, before he was pushing down again.

"Oh, Zechs!"

Milliardo's mouth had opened to correct him, but he was grunting in pleasure instead as Heero began to ride him, and ride him hard. He had never seen a more beautiful sight and neither did he think that he would. To watch as the world's most famous Gundam pilot rode your cock, screaming (yes Heero was screaming) and panting and begging for more, was the best thing he could ever experience.

"Unh. . .Zechs!", Heero head was flung back, his sweat dampened locks clinging to his face, "Hah. . . I need more!"

Milliardo complied, his hips moving faster so that his pelvis smacked against Heero, the brown-haired boy's screams getting louder with each upward thrust. This had to be the best fuck of his life; nothing could possibly top this.

"Deeper!"

Heero's demand did not go unnoticed, and Milliardo had to wonder just how deep Heero could possibly want him; he was in there pretty deep already. Then again, this wasn't exactly the right position.

"You want it deeper?", Milliardo questioned, his voice deep with lust.

"Mmh. . . yeah. . ."

Milliardo's grin sent a shiver down Heero's spine, but he was too occupied to try and think clearly. He felt so full at the moment and he wanted even more, he didn't know what he'd do if he didn't get his way.

Milliardo suddenly stopped thrusting and held Heero still, so that his cock slipped out with an inaudible 'pop'. Heero's eyes opened wide in complete disbelief as he suddenly felt very empty. Colbat met sharp crystal, and the blond bishounen only gave a low chuckle.

"You can't get me any deeper this way.", he told Wing's former pilot before he could ask, "Why don't you bend over like a good little slut, and show me that sweet ass of yours."

Heero's moan got another low laugh from Milliardo, who soon gave the boy a good, sound smack to his left cheek. The yelp, which quickly melted into a moan, was much appreciated.

"Come on, Heero. You want it, then you do as I say. Climb down, bend over, spread your legs and be the whore I know you are."

Heero could only nod, eager to agree, and he quickly climbed off of Milliardo. The older of the two stood from the desk himself, a smile fitting his face, as he watched Heero tremble in anticpation.

"Go on.", he coaxed him, watching in absolute delight as Heero turned around.

His smile grew larger as Heero bent foward, so that now his pert, tight ass waved tantilizingly in the air. With his chest flat against the desk top, and his legs spread wide so that Heero's ass wasn't the only thing on display, ex-pilot 01 looked over his shoulder to his current partner.

"Is this how you want me?", his voice was breathy, as he was panting with what could only be excitement.

Milliardo took a step forward, discarding whatever clothes he had left as he moved closer, and his eyes raked over Heero's sweat covered form. Heero wasn't the only one who hadn't gotten any in a long time, and Milliardo wanted to make sure that he enjoyed every moment of it.

His hand reached out to give Heero's ass another sound smack, watching the boy's cheeks clench from the shock of it, and Heero's bared opening twitch in anticipation. Oh yeah. . . he was going to enjoy this.

"Yeah, just like that.", he finally got around to answering Heero's question, "You ready for me?"

His hand took to kneading the globes of Heero's butt, listening to Heero moan in delight, before parting his cheeks further apart and letting his thumb brush over the previously entered opening.

Heero gasped at that, his hips thrusting back, searching for the feeling of something filling him once again. He had already proven that he was very impatient, he wasn't going to stand here and wait longer than he had to.

"Just take me already!", he demanded, "Or else I'll just have to find someone el-"

Heero's words cut short and changed into a pleasure-filled scream, as Milliardo had forcefully entered him, stretching and filling him as he had before. Oh, how he'd miss this. He could only wonder how he had managed so long without a nice, hard, (and not to mention big), dick up his ass. Needless to say, he'd make it his duty to never go this long without a good fuck again.

And boy was he getting fucked. Heero could only cry and pant as Milliardo bagan to drill into him, hard enough that the Japanese Preventer was pushed harshly against the desk. Hell, the desk was beginning to slowly move from it's original position, but Heero wasn't one to complain, especially not when he was having sex.

Milliardo was enjoying himself as well, as Heero's ass fit around his cock so nicely, the walls of Wing's former pilot were milking him closer and closer towards the end. He honestly didn't want it to end, but Heero felt way too good to avoid it. Crystal blue eyes couldn't help but watch as that quivering hole eagerly swallowed him. Heero's sweet little sounds, which were actually quite loud, were music to his ears.

"Milliardo!", Heero was finally screaming the right name, "I'm so close. . . please touch me!"

There was no hesiation on the older teen's part, and he easily reached around to grab hold of Heero's stiff cock. The brown-haired boy jerked in shock at the touch, as his poor member had been begging for contact, and was now deep red and weeping.

Heero's head was swimming, his mind trying helplessly to focus, but with his body drowning in so much pleasure, there wasn't much he could do. He could only stand there and enjoy it.

"Fuck!", his swearing was courtesy of Milliardo repeatedly slamming into his prostate, "Yes!"

More swears followed as he was ridden from behind and his cock was continuously stroked. There was no way that he could hold back any longer, not with Milliardo giving him the best sex he had had in so long. His mouth opened to give the elder teen fair warning, but it turned into a whine as Milliardo's second hand lifted his chest from the desk, just to tweak and pull at his nipple.

Though he had interrupted Heero's announcement, Milliardo knew that the colbat-eyed Preventer had something to tell him.

"Let me hear you say it."

The words that Heero had opened his mouth to say, we replaced by shortened pants and moaned as Milliardo began to thrust into him even harder. He was so close, damn it!

"Close. . .", he managed to breathe the word out.

Milliardo had nearly missed it. His hand started to pump Heero harder, his blue eyes watching as the younger ex-pilot arched his back with a loud shout, his hips pistoning back to meet each outward thrust of the blond prince's. Said prince leaned foward, his lips trailing kisses along Heero's back until he came across the boy's ear.

"Go on.", he goaded him, his own groans escaping his lips, "Say it! I want to hear you scream it."

One last stroke and a hard push against his sensitive spot, had Heero howling as he came.

"Zechs!"

It was the wrong name, but it worked none the less.

"Holy fuck!", were Milliardo's words, as he continued to move himself within Heero's clenching sheath.

He came harder than he ever remembered coming before, and he rode out his orgasm until Heero's ass milked him of every last drop. Heero was whining with each lazy thrust he gave, but it was sounds of contentment and pleasure, since his own penis was still emptying his cum onto Milliardo's hand and the desktop.

Finally the two stilled, and Heero and Milliardo both heaved a sigh, the blond slumping forward and resting his head onto Heero's shoulder. As the two stayed there catching their breath, it easy to enjoy the afterglow of mind blowing sex, and ignore the office commotion on the other side of the office door.

Milliardo was the first to move, though his movement consisted of him shifting his weight so that his mouth could lap a trail across Heero's shoulders. He nipped the skin, a bit possesively, and he felt Heero lazily move in disagreement. A grin broke out over his face as Heero's fight didn't last too long, the Japanese boy letting the blond get his way; which Milliardo took full advantage of.

Heero only groaned as Milliardo's mouth moved to his neck, and a hickey was left behind in its place.

"I didn't play for keeps.", the smaller of the two murmured tiredly, as Milliardo pulled his head back to observe his handywork.

"Well, you're going to be kept, no matter what."

"Hn."

Milliardo finally straightened, savoring the sight of him and Heero connected so intimately one last time, before he was pulling out. Heero made a sound that resembled a whine, and Milliardo only chuckled, watching as his seed began to trail down Heero's thigh. He pulled Heero up into a standing position, cradling the brown-haired young man against his chest, and watching as Heero took hold of the hand that he wrapped around his waist.

"You know, you're one sexy son of a bitch.", Millliardo whispered to him, his nose nuzzling the Japanese teen's neck.

Heero gave a laugh, leaning back into Milliardo and angling his head so that he could look up at his recent lover.

"You're pretty hot yourself."

Their lips met, and their mouths meshed; their kiss slow and languid compared to earlier, but passion-filled all the same. The sound of voices on the other side of the door coaxed them to pull apart, and the two looked toward it, Heero snorting as he recognized just who the voices belonged to.

"Do you think it would be unfair if I acted as if you giving me the best fuck of my life didn't help in the slightest?", he asked, turning so that the two were now facing together, their bodies still pressing close to each other.

Milliardo only shrugged, before he was lifting Heero's chin so that he could kiss him again.

"I guess it would.", he murmured against smiling lips, his own mirroring the action, "Then again, it'll be fun to watch them suffer a bit more, and I'm sure they'll ask for my help, which means I'll have to come back and try again."

"Good.", Heero stated, pecking Milliardo's lips, "I think I'm actually starting to like you."

Milliardo only gave a sultry chuckle, before he was reluctantly pulling away from their embrace. However, it was time that he leave. Although he had made it here in record time as if he had nothing to do, he had made previous arrangements. Relena was expecting him for lunch, and it was some very important what not between some key politcal members.

They dressed in silence, stealing a caress or two along the way; Milliardo giving that wonderful ass one last squeeze and one good slap before he left. Heero followed as he made his way to the door, and Milliardo stopped to say his goodbye.

"So, you really did need a good fuck.", he stated with a smirk, watching Heero smirk.

"Trust me, you'd need one too if you were in my shoes."

Milliardo could only smile at him, and he pulled Heero in for one last kiss goodbye.

"Don't be good.", he ordered him, turning to begin opening the door.

"Of course not. I want you back here tomorrow.", Heero said before he opened the door, his tone changing back to the supervisor from hell when it did, "If I want someone to waste my time, I'll be sure to give you call!"

The door had opened on Maxwell and Barton, the former staring wide-eyed as Milliardo sulked out of the door, before he was looking to Heero. It was obvious that the two had reached after they two had had sex. Duo froze as cold, colbat eyes narrowed in on him, and he had the urge to back away slowly. It would seem that Miliardo hadn't succeeded.

"What the hell are standing around here for, Maxwell!", Heero screamed, the boom of his voice causing even stoic Trowa to twitch, "Get back to work! And that goes for you, as well, Barton!"

The door slammed hard enough that a spider web of cracks grew to the ceiling from the doorframe, and Duo swore his ears would be ringing for days. With Heero having returned to his office, both Trowa and Duo looked to a bruised looking Milliardo, ready for an explanation.

"What the hell happened?", Duo demanded, his voice holding confusion.

"He wouldn't bite.", Millliardo easily answered with a nonchalant shrug, "Or suck or-"

"We got it.", Trowa cut him off, his green eyes focused on Milliardo, "What the hell took you so long, then?"

"Got an earful-"

"When you were supposed to be giving Heero an assful?"

The two taller ex-pilots looked to the braided teen, one in complete confusion, and the other in aggrivation.

"Duo, do you listen to yourself speak sometimes?", Milliardo asked him, as Trowa only snorted with a roll of his eyes.

"Well-"

"You'll be back the same time tomorrow and you'll try again.", Trowa interrupted the braided Preventer.

Milliardo only scoffed, a hand running through long golden locks, as the other buried itself in his pants pocket.

"I'm not-"

"Yes. You. Are."

The threatening, ice covered, tone of Trowa's voice sent a shiver down his spine, and Milliardo gulped before he was nodding in agreement. With a satisfied nod of his own, Trowa was off down the hall, leaving the former Epyon pilot alone with Duo.

Said braided teen was grnning like a maniac, enjoying the fact that Trowa had basically helped them get their way. His hand went about Milliardo's shoulders, as he began to lead the blond to the elevators.

"Well, buddy, it seems I'll be seeing you back here. Sorry to have to drag you into all of this."

As the two waited for the elevevator, the violet-eyed Preventer preoccupied with watching the numbers above the elevator door, Milliardo easily let a smile slip through.

"There's no need to feel sorry.", he quickly answered, his grin growing wider, "I'll help out in anyway I can. The pleasure is all mine."

Or at least, it was going to be, for a very long time.

Owari

Author's Note: My very long, very oddly paired, unusually dirty for me, though happily written fic, has finally ended. I hope you enjoyed it and please, leave me something if you did. I'm off to go see if it helped me overcome Writer's Block for my other fics. Tata!