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"Iron Fists "Written By: ELLE and Miss Murdered Disclaimer: If Gundam Wing was ours, there'd be ONE damned cannon kiss. All for fun, fun for all! :D Rating: NC 17 Warnings: post EW, physical violence, m/m sexual
relations, cursing, you know – the typical angsty stuff! Pairings: 1x2x1, Summary: In the world of illegal cage fighting there are no rules and only the strongest survive. It is a world that Duo has been undercover in for over a year and when the Preventers fear he may have gone rogue unexpected back up arrives... Author's Notes: Miss Murdered mentioned this little
inkling to ELLE one day and several weeks later after ELLE's desire
to get into a fight peeked, ELLE asked if they might team up and write
some delicious, sexy fight scenes. All Duo's chapters are Miss Murdered's,
all Heero's are ELLE's. Enjoy! "Iron Fists "
11. The Friday night atmosphere was very different as they walked into the amphitheatre. Almost immediately Duo felt the contact of a hand ever so subtly across his ass and he froze, grabbed the hand and stopped it from the touch he didn't appreciate. It seemed to amuse Milliardo as he spoke slowly and quietly making sure his words were clear as his grip remained on the wrist. "I will do more damage to you if you try that shit again. And you really don't wanna see Heero's possessive side. I can tell you it ain't damn pretty." "I imagine not but I can assure you that Yuy will be otherwise preoccupied." Duo released his wrist but did so with reluctance and followed Milliardo, a step behind his meaningful strides. This sucked. It fucking sucked but he had no fucking choice. After their night of indiscretion, Duo noticed the change in Heero immediately, though it was not obvious to those that didn't know him. Hell, even those who knew him, the other former Gundam pilots, maybe even Relena, perhaps wouldn't see it but fuck Duo did and he didn't like it. He wasn't pushing him hard in the gym, he was resigned, maybe, or just sick of the charade of the place already and was so mono-focused on the fights and the next time he had to be in the cage with another unfortunate fuck. Duo warned him in the gym that he didn't look like he cared and he'd punched harder then - punched hard enough to wind him briefly and then had walked off leaving him standing there, pissed and looked at by the other fighters and trainers. Duo wasn't stupid. He was aware the sort of shit Heero was taking now that he'd killed a man. Should've warned him maybe but he figured Heero was a smart guy and knew that in this world - a world that was a façade of hyper-masculinity and alpha dog politics and bullshit - that he'd made himself a target with a bulls eye on the back of his head. Maybe they just shouldn't have fucked again - it seemed like a weird sort of punishment having spent a night together that they were back to being forced to pretend and it was making his skin crawl. The mess and the showers were the usual places for displays of macho crap and Duo had suffered them himself. Knew he would get the queer shit, the faggot, ass bandit and a varying degree of gay insults and jibes that went from the funny to just plain dumb - after all, he had too much damn hair and it made him stand out. They soon learnt to not fuck around with him, a few fights, a few scuffles and his insults back were usually better than the shit that was said to him. Sometimes a clever comeback worked. Most of the time it didn't but Duo held his own and tried to let some shit slide. Heero really wasn't the sort of guy to let shit slide. Proved that he didn't belong on this mission - wasn't used to this sort of environment whereas Duo fucking came from this kind of environment. Whether the street gangs he'd grown up in or his time in the Sweepers, he'd sure learnt a hell of a lot about male displays of aggression and who had the biggest dick competitions. Heero was weirdly sheltered from this shit - didn't know, well, he'd never asked about his whole training and his life prior to piloting a Gundam, they weren't totally big on the whole sharing thing, but he had an awareness that Heero's training was intense. But Duo knew Heero was taking shit. Knew it from a few bruises that showed up on his skin and from the stories going round that he'd nearly killed some guys in the showers. Knew that each day he was becoming more closed off even to him and it was hard and it was clear that Heero was blocking him out more than he'd ever done. The only thing that compared was finding him in that fucking bunker and seeing him desolate and broken and desperate. It was damn unsettling and he wanted to get him alone and to force him to talk but shit if they could. And there was nothing he could damn do - inviting him back to screw around was not an option. Milliardo's warning rang in his head - needing to be more subtle. But a week ago he managed to find an opportunity. He walked to the mess - a pretty unpleasant place and food on an abandoned colony was a constant source of bitching - and joined the line behind a few of Kerrigan's men who were keeping a closer eye on the fighters than usual as there was an air of unease - stuff that Duo had encountered on occasion when the fighters were spreading rumours and there was an upswing in the amount of fights and scuffles between them. Fuck but putting Heero into this shit had been a total mistake. He'd tell the Preventers that on his next check in - make sure Une realised she'd fucked up. "Boss been getting extra booze in..." Duo listened as the two men in front began to talk. "Donovan was lifting crates... apparently good shit." "Donovan's shitting you - he wouldn't know good booze if it hit over him head." The other guy chuckled. "Yeah but I also heard that Wallis was talking to guys about some extra cigs and some booze for a little extra work." They'd arrived at the food - or what could generously called food - and the first man sniffed. "What do you think it's meant to be?" "No idea. Least it can't be rats since we ain't got them here." "Duo, you heard shit?" Duo looked up at his name and shrugged as food was served up onto a brightly coloured plastic tray. "Naw but trainers don't generally get offered extra work, yanno?" The guy nodded and with trays full of something theoretically edible, they walked towards a table away from the fighters and Duo joined them, wanting to push for a little more intel. "When they want the extra work?" he asked, casually, using a plastic fork to try and pick out what he guessed was meant to be meat in the grey sludge on his tray. The plastic utensils never ceased to make Duo want to laugh - they were so afraid that the fighters might use a fork in someone's eye or some shit that they were treated like children. "Friday night Donovan was saying." "Yeah?" "Yeah, they said it was just to be kept on the quiet, you'see, as some guys ain't cut out for it." The guys continued to talk about what the work would be, letting Duo listen and concentrate on thinking while eating and trying to figure out a way of getting in. The guys of Kerrigan's crew heard the rumours but these two were obviously not the sharpest knives in the draw and probably thought little about the fact that a shitload of booze was being brought in. But to Duo it meant that a death fight was happening and shit if he was going to know it was going on without getting something from it. He had to get Heero out of here - had to get them both out of here - before the shit hit the proverbial fan. It explained why the fighters were anxious - made sense if rumours were flying and suspicions were raised about who was going to their death or who was killing who. Duo, in his time as a fighter, had only really been aware of a couple of times that the death fights might have been happening. Kerrigan kept it close and it was all so cloaked in secrecy and only when a few guys didn't come back to the barracks did it become clear. But Duo had never got close enough. And as he finished eating whatever the hell the slop on his plate was, he was aware he had one in - and fuck if it wasn't Milliardo Peacecraft, Kerrigan's buddy. The man he'd kneed in the balls for sticking his tongue in his mouth. Life was always a complete and utter motherfucking bitch. He said goodbye to Kerrigan's men, depositing his tray on the way out and tried to figure out how to find Milliardo. It became apparent this was easier than he thought - Milliardo had made himself enough of a reputation around the barracks and it didn't take much to get some directions - a few black market items he'd acquired slipped into a few hands and that led him to Milliardo. Duo had scoped the place when he'd first arrived, found that Kerrigan and his few elite men had a separate accommodation area that he assumed the bosses and financiers and managers had when the colony had been about providing workers to building projects. Milliardo's room was located in this area and with a few more cigarettes he got past a few more guards until he was at a door he didn't want to go in. Duo hated owing people shit, hated asking people for something and damn, he fucking hated begging but he needed an in. 'Suck it up,' he thought, as he knocked on the door and Milliardo opened it, a hint of surprise on his face shown by a quirk of lips. "Come in," he offered, smoothly with an unnecessary flourish of his hand. The room was nothing like Duo's own accommodation, the military grade bunk, the sheets still stained with cum and sweat, the four metallic walls. It seemed these rooms were intended for those in charge, those who had power unlike the powerless criminal fighters and the gang members. Blue eyes couldn't help drifting towards a double bed, a desk, a small sitting area and he saw a tablet computer resting on the armrest of a couch. He took it in, calculating that maybe if he could play along a little with Milliardo it might be worth it. Might get him off this shithole earlier. Might get Heero off it before he completely shut down. "Take a seat," Milliardo offered. "I'd rather stand." "Suit yourself." Milliardo took a seat and moved the tablet, shutting down whatever had been on the screen with swift fingers. The act made Duo more curious than if he'd just left it and he assumed that Milliardo, unlike Kerrigan's gang, had been granted some access to an external communication server. And Milliardo's room was a lot easier to get into than Kerrigan's or the main central hub of the colonies electronics. "I was kinda hoping you'd walk funny for a week," Duo said, stepping further into the room and folding his arms across his chest. "A few hours... hardly a challenge." "Huh. You always have a comeback?" "I could say the same thing of you." "Well, snappy comebacks are kinda my thing." "Always have to get the last word in?" "Fuck yeah." Milliardo laughed and Duo didn't like it - he couldn't read the guy and sure as hell didn't know all his motivations for being in this place. Yeah, because he didn't belong in a corner office or something was not a valid reason to Duo and Milliardo wasn't fighting in the cages to get out his soldierly aggression. Nothing but their own little fight that could barely be called a fight. "I want you to get me in on Friday." "You want to accompany me," Milliardo stated, a clear look of smug humour on his face at the request. "Accompany you? Where the fuck do you think we are? I'm not some chick you are inviting to a spring ball." It was a stupid mistake to ask Milliardo, he realised, as it gave him too much power and there was still no guarantee of what he was going to do. Duo turned to leave, he'd find another way and not rely on a former enemy. "I am more than aware of who you are," he said and had risen to his feet. "And I can get you in but you will do this my way." There was the temptation to just walk away and say fuck it but Duo reluctantly turned around and faced the imposing figure. "Lemme hear your fucking way." And that was how he ended up here, with Milliardo touching his goddamned ass, on his first Friday night death fight. The place was totally different than Saturday night. It wasn't full of the usual clientele, the sweaty captains, the spacers, the heavies with tattoos and the criminals using this as a stopover and safe haven. There was an air of civility and it was the first time he'd seen a quantity of women around - Kerrigan must've had them shipped in, Duo figured, as they walked around wearing tiny black shorts and tops that pretty much amounted to a strip of fabric across their breasts. They carried trays of champagne and the usual heat of the place didn't seem too bad - the amount of bodies severely reduced and most of the men stood in the VIP area, not in the usual lower levels around the cage. The chicks were not harassed, only leered at by men at least double their ages - Milliardo was definitely the youngest among the guests and he didn't seem to much appreciate the women's lack of clothing - but Duo supposed he was more interested in fucking a man than the women who would potentially fall willingly at his feet. It was then Duo released he recognised one of the women, the nurse from night that Wade had died who didn't look the same in the tiny outfit and big hair and make-up. She gave him a look as she passed and Duo only blinked. If she was a trained nurse, it was kind of demeaning to be reduced to a slutty outfit and carrying a tray. The piped music was not the usual harsh beat and the whole place seemed so unlike the world he'd been living in for over a damn year. And it was then he felt a hand pressing against the back pocket of his jeans again and it wasn't exactly a grope but Milliardo was pushing a button that he'd already been told not to but his response was quick and in his ear, close enough to feel breath. "This is what you wanted," Milliardo said. "Kerrigan's gonna go apeshit if he sees me." "You're my guest - he'll do what I say. I can say I've had the pleasure of your company..." The word pleasure was long and drawn out clearly insinuating how Duo was supposed to play this scene and he hated the blonde man even more. They'd agreed to it but still Duo didn't have to like it. They made their way up the stairs to the VIP area and Duo walked close enough to whisper. "You're a fucking cunt." "And you are positively charming." "I swear if you touch my ass again I will break your hand." "And I wouldn't expect anything less of you but tonight, if you want to remain here and actually give the Preventers some worthwhile intelligence then I would suggest you act appropriately. My way, remember?" Duo snorted and ignored the tall man and decided it was best to swipe some alcohol as it passed otherwise he might actually use his fists to break Peacecraft's nose and shit, if he needed to be here and seeing who attended the fights. Milliardo followed suit and walked, garnering attention from the assembled politicians due to his visibility and instantly recognisable appearance. It really did stick out - being that blonde, being that tall and even though he dressed casually, shirt, jeans, he still looked like he belonged in a uniform and it made Duo want to ask why he remained so... distinctive considering he was spending his time among the criminal class. It didn't matter that Duo had kept his braid as he was fucking nobody - not the fallen Prince or whatever other nickname the press gave him. They walked to the edge, the cage without its usual crowd surrounding it looked less intimidating and the night seemed at odds. He scanned the men milling around and some he recognised - senators seen in vid feeds, officials, businessmen - it was a time he wished he had access to some tech that would allow him to scan faces as the names were all hazy - pompous assholes who appeared spouting crap about the economy and peace were not something Duo spent his time off thinking about - he spent his time off trying to fight between his desire for Heero's touch and his fucking retarded fear of true intimacy and sticking around when things got too close to the damn bone. "Why are you helping me?" "I believe in mutually satisfactory arrangements. I get you in here, you get the intelligence the Preventers so want and when the time comes that you report back to Une then you deny all knowledge of me being here. You get what you want. I get what I want. Mutual satisfaction." Milliardo downed the champagne, surprisingly, as Duo remembered being told once by Quatre that you were meant to sip it and it was the sort of shit a man like Peacecraft would know. He didn't like the words "mutual satisfaction" and certainly didn't like the power that Milliardo had in this situation. "And what if I tell the Preventers you're here in a less than official capacity?" "I tell Kerrigan you're a Preventer. I tell Kerrigan Heero's a Preventer. I tell him you are intimately acquainted. I imagine you both die or maybe one of you dies first and you watch the other die in front of your eyes. It would be poetic, I think, you both survive the war to die here..." "Bastard." "I'm not the nice guy here - I thought you were smart enough to work that out." Duo grit his teeth and then downed his own champagne - remembering why he hated the stuff as bubbles and the unpleasant flavour combined and he wanted something else as he glanced down towards the cage. It was then Kerrigan appeared and entered the cage, an unusual move, and there was a ripple of interest from the smartly dressed men around them. Kerrigan usually was a casual guy, as really, there was no reason to dress up on this shit hole of a colony and no one to impress but tonight he wore a suit, no tie and he was playing master of ceremonies. "Tonight, gentleman, I would like to welcome you to the best fights in the Earth Sphere. Tonight, you will watch fights to the death." There wasn't a loud cheer, only a moment of interested murmurs. Duo would've been disappointed if he'd been giving the speech as the men didn't really seem to give a shit. "I advise you to place your bets wisely as we have new challengers tonight of a high calibre and some old favourites returning. You'll have to decide for yourself if their sponsor's can be trusted." A light, amused chuckle filtered through the crowd and a few of the men had decided to leave the VIP area. They started to filter to the edge of the cage where the usual crowds would be baying for blood but Milliardo didn't move so Duo followed his lead, leaning over the side of the railing and watching from the vantage point it allowed. "Tonight's fighters!" Unlike the usual fights where the fighters were kept separate from the crowd, it seemed that Kerrigan wanted to show off his wares to the betting crowd - a crowd who could probably place more money on one single bet than all the men combined on a usual night and there were two rows of benches set up alongside the wall. Duo knew fighters were a damn weird bunch - people could be anything from superstitious to fucking crazy, and people had rituals and ways of preparing for fights - little routines. And this disrupted that, making them sit and watch other fighters get killed before their own round in the cage - seemed a little cruel. Kerrigan left the cage as the door opened and Duo recognised the fighters entering - men he'd seen for all the time on this shit hole - men who all were higher bracketed and veterans. It wasn't until the door closed that Duo saw him. " - the fuck...?" It was then he felt Milliardo's hand touching his shoulder and his face too close to the side of his own, blond hair brushing him and hot breath, his lips making the barest of contact on his skin. "Thought this would interest you."
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