Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Princes and Soldiers Series ❯ Power Play ( Chapter 34 )

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

Kracken

Disclaimer:I don't own them and I don't make any money off of them.
Warning:Male/male sex, graphic, language, violence.

Princes and Soldiers

Power Play

"You're late." Duo crossed his arms over his chest and glared at his blonde lover as the man tossed coat and keys onto the couch.

Milliardo smiled ruefully as he shook out his long hair and made his way slowly across the living room. "I did call this time."

Duo grunted. "You did, but you also said one more hour. That was three hours ago."

It was Milliardo's turn to scowl as he loosened his tie and then worked at his cufflinks. "Duo, if you are going to act as if we are in a vid show melodrama, I would appreciate a script. I had important business. I called to tell you that I was late."

"Not good enough," Duo retorted and then sighed as he met Milliardo halfway across the living room. He began removing Milliardo's tie as his pelvis pressed against the man. "It's just that I'm finally better, I'm going to return to work tomorrow, and I managed to get Noin, Heero, and the dog out of the house for the evening. Three hours have just been cut from my mission timetable, Commander Milliardo."

Milliardo stared, let irritation and the long weary day slide away, and raised a hand to caress Duo's rounded cheek. "You're a Gundam pilot," he said softly and ran a thumb along Duo's lips. "I've heard that you can be very resourceful, even on a shortened timetable."

Duo smirked and sucked Milliardo's thumb into his mouth. He suckled it roughly and then let it go with a swish of his tongue. He grinned at Milliardo's blushing face."I can improvise, but," Duo told him with mock seriousness, "You have to give over command to me."

"Oh," Milliardo blushed even more, not missing the innuendo and suddenly feeling very unsure. They'd never... reversed roles. Duo had often threatened, but had never carried out on those threats. Milliardo wondered if it had something to do with the trial and with a need for Duo to feel in control after so much helplessness. Milliardo couldn't deny it to him, but he was still nervous, still unsure. He licked suddenly dry lips and said, "You have command, Agent Maxwell."

Duo grinned even wider and then he was tugging Milliardo into the bedroom. There was a bottle of wine, two glasses, and a platter of cheese and fruit next to the bed on a low table. The bed was covered in an expanse of red comforter, a stark contrast to the white pillows. Looking almost crude and out of place in that sensual landscape, was a plain bottle of lube on Milliardo's pillow.

"You were very sure of yourself," Milliardo commented sourly and then coughed when his voice became almost unwieldy.

"Not sure, " Duo chuckled, "Just hopeful."

Duo was only wearing a pair of low slung blue jeans. He popped open the top button, unzipped them, and then shimmied his hips until they fell to the floor. Milliardo, watching his hips sway, developed a sudden and very stiff erection. Duo's hand palmed it and his chuckle was throaty and full of promises.

"I see you're already at attention, soldier," Duo murmured. "Time to get into your mission clothes."

"Mission clothes?" Milliardo raised an eyebrow and his blush deepened as he checked, with a flick of his blue eyes, to make certain that the curtains were drawn tightly closed.

Duo reached out and took Milliardo's red dress coat from the back of a chair. It had the gold fringe at the shoulder, the tight in the waist military cut that ended at the hip, gold buttons, and the double tail at the back. Under that were the pair of tight, white pants that went with them.

"Duo?" Milliardo asked in confusion as he took them. "What is this all about?"

Duo's smile turned nervous. "I really like when you wear that. You always look so 'in charge'. I've always had this fantasy of... you know... dominating you....ever since we met. I think, for my first time... taking command... I'd like to..."

"Fulfill your kinky depravity?" Milliardo growled and began to shake his head. The glimmer of disappointment that began to form in Duo's eyes stopped him. He looked down at the clothes, fingered them, and then wondered why it should matter. It didn't, of course, but that sent his own mind into an avenue of fantasy that he had been harboring. He brought it out in his mind's eye, glared at it, and then realized that it didn't clash with what Duo wanted.

"A request," Milliardo told him and Duo looked uncertain. Milliardo smiled reassuringly. "I want your hair unbound and I want you to put your jeans back on."He looked every where but at Duo. "When you do that, before you braid it, before you put on your shirt, you always look so... wild, so untamed."

Duo frowned as he put his jeans back on, having the same trouble that Milliardo was having with his request, trying to understand why that aspect of them made the other person excited. Milliardo wanted to tame a wild Duo and Duo wanted to dominate a strong Milliardo. Duo was going to get his wish, but Milliardo...

"Wild Duo is going to have his way this time," Duo told Milliardo. "Are you sure that's all right with you?"

"I won't lie and say that it is my preferred position," Milliardo told him as he began changing into his dress coat and pants, "but I love you." Which was explanation enough for why he was willing to submit.

Duo rolled his eyes. "Give me some credit, Mill," Duo told him, "I can make it feel good, I promise."

Milliardo realized how forbearing he had sounded and was quick to apologize. "I'm sorry, love, I know..." He blushed and turned towards the bed. "I know you are very skilled, but I'm... nervous."

Duo's hand caressed his back. "Yeah, I know. I felt the same way when you whipped out that python the first time, but you made it nice. I can do the same thing." Both of his hands began smoothing over Milliardo's uniform. "Damn, I love this, Mill! Relax, go with the flow, and let me lead the troops, okay? I won't fail in my mission."

Duo unbraided his hair and raked it out with his fingers so that it hung all around him. He paused as Milliardo sat on the bed and watched him. "You're not... fantasizing about me being... you know... a woman?"

Milliardo snorted. "Don't be absurd!" Even with his hair down, Duo was completely masculine, all hard lines and ready strength. "It's just..." Milliardo thought about it.

"Untamed, dangerous?" Duo guessed and suddenly looked feral. He stalked to Milliardo. "Pantherish, jungles, no rules, hot, steamy..." He leaned over Milliardo, his purple eyes almost glowing. "You want to be naughty without the guilt. It's easier not to feel guilty with a wild man."

"Guilt?" Milliardo scowled.

"I bet you were given a really big lecture, when you were young, about overindulgence, doing what's proper, never taking advantage of status, always being aware of who you are? Right?"

Milliardo reached out and caressed Duo's hair. "Perhaps... but then, what about you? Uniforms? Rank? Dominating a general? Are you trying to put me in my place? Show me that I'm not superior? Show me that you can command me instead of the other way around?"

Duo smirked but there was a shadow behind his eyes. "Perhaps." he said, echoing Milliardo.

Street child, sweeper brat, Gundam pilot, Preventer agent, Milliardo thought. Duo had climbed a very tall ladder to get where he was, but there was still a great many rungs that he would never reach. Maybe he felt that a little too keenly sometimes. Which is why, Milliardo decided, that he needed this moment of ego, this act of being on top in more ways than the purely sexual.

"Your commands?" Milliardo asked, almost breathless.

Duo leaned forward and kissed him, his tongue delving into Milliardo's mouth and chasing the taste of him. Then he was breaking free and running his hands up under Milliardo's coat. Fingers found his nipples , warm and calloused. They played and it did feel strange, being teased in uniform. The strict dividing line between work and home was being breached.

Duo leaned forward and blew a warm breath along the inside of Milliardo's high collar. Milliardo shivered, closed his blue eyes, and sighed in pleasure when Duo's tongue found his pulse, stroked it, and then swirled and lapped as his mouth sucked there. Duo's fingers squeezed Milliardo's hard nipples and pulled gently.

Then Duo's hands pushed him down. Milliardo stretched out on his back as Duo climbed on top. He opened his eyes as Duo unzipped his white pants and pushed them down just far enough to uncover his ass and his weeping erection. It felt... embarrassing... almost wrong. He was in uniform. He was supposed to be the commander, respected, and respectful of his rank... his uniform... his... Duo swallowed his erection. Milliardo clutched at the cinnamon hair streaming all over him and forgot his embarrassment as he melted in shear pleasure.

Duo stroked Milliardo with his hand, tight sheathe of calloused fingers, and then he swirled the head with his tongue and dipped the tip of it inside. Milliardo almost came, but Duo was squeezing him hard at the base of his erection. His body writhed in frustration as his orgasm was thwarted.

"Not so quick," Duo chuckled. "On your knees soldier, facing away from me."

Milliardo stared at Duo, almost backing out, almost overwhelmed by a sense that things might get out of hand, that Duo might... but then he reined in his trepidation. Duo loved him. Duo would not hurt him, use him, or do something he didn't want. Even now, Duo was waiting patiently for his consent, sitting back on his heels, erection standing up straight against his belly through the fly of his jeans.

"I'll go slow, gentle," Duo promised him and kissed him to encourage him.

Duo did look wild and untamed with his hair all around them both in thick cinnamon ropes. Milliardo ran hands over Duo's strong arms, cupped his cheek, and almost gave in to the urge to possess Duo instead, but, again there was that shadow in Duo's eyes, the one that told him that Duo was in need.

Face burning, Milliardo rose to all fours and turned away from Duo. He was well aware how ridiculous he must look with his pants down and his tails hanging over his bare ass, but Duo was breathing as if he had been running hard and his hands, when he touched Milliardo under the tails, were trembling.

"Baby," Duo whispered hoarsely. "You gotta know what you're doing to me."

Milliardo looked back and saw Duo staring at his backside with rapt desire. He tried to imagine Duo being in this position; Duo with his hair down and his blue jeans pulled down... Milliardo swallowed hard. He reached for the lube and handed it back to Duo.

Duo took it and the cap popped open. He didn't use it right away, though. His hands touched the insides of Milliardo's legs, fondling, weighing, rolling Milliardo's balls gently. It was a clear act of possession, of showing Milliardo who was definitely in command.

"Ready?" Duo asked, sounding as if he could barely say the word.

"Yes," Milliardo replied and he was, more than ready.

Slicked fingers found his entrance. Milliardo refused to clench or pull away. Duo was careful, gentle, and he did take his time. Feeling his lover's strong fingers stretch him, slide in and out, and fuck him in languid movements, almost sent Milliardo over the edge again. Duo saw the tightening in his groin, though, and stopped in time.

"Say, no, if you want to," Duo told him as he rose up and flipped the tails of Milliardo's coat back and out of his way.

Milliardo turned his head and it was then that he saw them in the dresser mirror. Duo was poised over him, jeans down, hair strung out over them both, one hand gripping Milliardo's bare ass, and his other hand guiding his erection to Milliardo's entrance. Milliardo stared at himself, on all fours in his uniform and bare ass in the air. A soldier was claiming his commander and he could see Duo's face, filled with love, lust, and a barely leashed excitement.

Milliardo pressed down into his pillow and raised his ass higher. Duo bent all the way over and kissed him between his shoulder blades, before he was rising up and slowly pushing into the tight sheath of Milliardo' entrance.

"God!" Duo moaned and he was shaking.

Milliardo hissed at the intrusion. There was a white hot pain for a moment as Duo went a bit too quickly, but bore with it as Duo realized immediately and slowed down. Duo worked his way in until he was seated fully in Milliardo and then he managed to ask, "Okay?"

"Yes," Milliardo breathed and fisted his pillow. "It feels....good. " And it did, though he couldn't explain why.

It was pain/ pleasure as Duo began to thrust, but then it was only pleasure as his body stopped tightening and allowed Duo to have his way. He watched them in the mirror, watched Duo reach the pinnacle of pleasure along with him. His lover came inside of him, thrusting hard and deep and letting out an almost animal growl.

Milliardo waited until Duo had slipped out of him and collapsed beside him on the bed, before he rose up and leaned over his lover to grab the tube of lube.

"Time for me to finish the mission," Milliardo told Duo with a sensuous smile.

"I can do it," Duo protested wearily, still panting.

Milliardo shook his head and his blonde hair swayed with the motion. "I wouldn't ask a soldier of mine to do what I wouldn't do myself," he told Duo.

Duo smiled, but that smiled turned to a frown when Milliardo tried to turn him onto his stomach. He resisted. "This way," Duo told him as he remained on his back and raised his knees.

Milliardo didn't have to read Duo's mind. It was clear in his eyes what he was thinking. The shadow there had a name now and Milliardo knew what it was. Fear. He caressed Duo's cheek and leaned in close to say to him, "When I look at you, I see only the man I love."

Duo swallowed hard and he blinked as if to stop tears. "I look in the mirror and I see scars," he admitted.

Milliardo toyed with Duo's nipple ring. "I will teach you not to," he told him firmly and then guided Duo onto his stomach.

He kissed Duo's back all over, smoothed hands over it, tasted it, and then pressed against it as he made passionate love to Duo. He was more than ready and it didn't take long, but he didn't let Duo turn his back away when he was done. Instead, he kept pressed there, so that Duo would know that he wasn't lying about how he felt, that he wasn't disgusted by what was written on his lover's back.

Noin, Heero and Missy returned hours later and Milliardo was grateful that the couple had given them the evening to be together. He and Duo joined them in the living room. The lights were low, Noin was settled on the couch with a bowl of popcorn beside her, and Heero was popping a movie into the vid player.

Heero smiled at Milliardo and Duo as he settled next to Noin on the couch. Missy settled at their feet.. "Join us?" he asked.

"Of course," Milliardo replied warmly, but Duo was already getting onto the couch and stretching out so that his head was resting on their laps and his legs were taking up the other half of the couch.

"Are you sure we don't have two dogs?" Noin grumbled, but it was clear that she didn't mind the closeness as she lowered a hand and ruffled Duo's hair with rough affection.

Duo lifted his legs so that Milliardo could sit and then he placed them in Milliardo's lap. Milliardo moved closer to Heero and Heero smiled at him and then down at Duo. Family, Milliardo thought, love, and togetherness. As the movie started and they all settled against each other comfortably, Duo gave a contented sigh.

"Love you guys," Duo said brightly.

"Love you," Heero replied gruffly.

"Always, love," Milliardo replied.

Noin growled. "I can't hear the movie!" But then, as she turned up the volume, she said under her breath, "love you, too, idiot."


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