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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 "
9. They fucked again. A few more times. Taking time over it, swapping positions, tasting each other and finding some rhythm they'd lost, a synchronicity that Duo had fucked by taking missions in the dead of space without thinking about how Heero felt or didn't feel. Heero's chest was tight against Duo's back, the constricting space of the metal military grade bunk made sure that their bodies were in contact from head to toe, Heero's face in the crook of his neck, braid thrown over his front so he could feel soft breath there, their ankles entwined and a steely arm around his waist. The room was too damn hot like everything in this stupid place and the walls had condensation running down them from hot breath and the exertion of fucking. The grey threadbare blanket was thrown to the floor - neither of them giving a shit about lying naked, sweaty, dry cum on their bodies that flaked off like dead skin. Duo tried to move but the confined space and the solidity of Heero's body didn't allow it. He needed to tell Heero to go, that they should've maintained some kind of professionalism and remember that this was a damn mission, an undercover operation and not some screwed up version of a vacation. He should've told Heero to sleep in the fighters' barracks after the first time but he just couldn't do it - couldn't make him leave like it was all some cheap one night stand after too many drinks. Heero was emotionally fucked and sending him away - making him deal with killing Wade by himself was a recipe for disaster. It made him think of that bunker and the 45 and the desperation in those deep blue eyes. About pulling and forcing and fighting Heero - making him believe he was somebody,that his life meant something, and it wasn't all about missions and being expendable and being a killer. He'd only moved the tiniest bit against the firmness of Heero's chest but he could sense the sudden alertness in a previously slack body and the breathing had changed against the skin on the back of his neck. Heero woke automatically and was at full mission readiness within a matter of seconds, the arm around his waist becoming firmer in its grip, fingers splayed across the muscles of his abdomen and causing a shiver as calloused fingertips touched there. This is when Duo would leave. This is when, if they were on earth, if they were in Sanc, if they were in the "normal" cycle of their relationship - this would be when he'd bail. He'd stay for a few weeks and it'd be good but then it just felt like too much sometimes. Like it got too intimate, too intense and the way Heero held on sometimes felt a little too tight. This is when he'd retreat, take a step back and sort out his own head, go back to his own place and create the safety of distance. They'd maybe fuck one more time. Shower together and then he'd go. Now he was reluctant to move and reluctant to tell Heero to go - maybe it was just the deprivation, the post-coital high, the whole endorphin thing - it had felt like when they first started fucking but then in many ways better than that, more experienced and less clumsy and knowing and remembering how to make the other feel good - and it had felt good. Too fucking good. It had been about more than the quick hard fuck against the wall - it had been about rediscovery and soft, tender touches in between that became steadier, more assured until the fire ignited between them again and they were both hard and hot, bodies demanding release in a collision of sweat soaked skin and lips and teeth. Duo shifted to be able to see Heero in the darkness of the room, the low lighting of the corridors outside seeping through the gaps in the doorway. They'd slept a few hours, exhausted and sated, Duo's internal body clock telling him it was the early hours of the morning and it really wasn't wise for them to stay like they were. "You should go." He damn hated saying it but it would be too obvious if Heero stayed until the morning and forced to sneak some damned walk of shame in the day hours. It wasn't an OZ base. Heero couldn't just knock out the guards and retreat. He needed not to be seen by anyone - needed to pretend they were nothing more than trainer and fighter once again. The fighters would've noticed he wasn't in the barracks at lights out but the fighters themselves generally weren't the damn brightest. They probably would just figure he was sorting his shit out alone and it was true some of the more brutal fighters might've approached Heero to fight now that he'd become a "killer" - a badge of honour, fear and respect in equal measure. Better he go back to the barracks at some point during this night, try to be inconspicuous and sleep the rest of the night there than not be there in the morning at all. Heero grunted in response and kissed the place at the back of his neck before moving to the edge of the small bunk, lowering feet to the floor for a second before reaching for black shorts in the dim light and standing to put them on. Duo reached under the bunk to the bag that contained all his worldly possessions on this colony and threw a t-shirt in Heero's direction - the colour was once black but had faded over the period of time he'd owned the thing and then reached inside for some shorts feeling weird naked when Heero wasn't. "I don't want you to go, yanno," he said, suddenly unsure of whether Heero knew that. "We need to maintain distance." Duo rose to his feet not wanting to "maintain distance" - not after last night - and grabbed Heero's face, pressing his lips forcefully until Heero responded. It seemed to take time, that Heero was already starting to block it out and refocus and Duo didn't want that. Their lips separated but Duo maintained contact, their foreheads touching and their breathing could be felt across each other's face. "Just remember that everything isn't about the fucking mission, 'Ro." He didn't answer, instead, leaned forward to kiss one more time, gentler and less forceful than Duo's own and then left his shitty little room, the room that was full of sex and sweat, leaving Duo to try and damn sleep on thin sheets that smelt of Heero. He must've slept at some point as there was loud knocking on the metal door and least someone gave him some damn time to get to the door rather than just barge in. Maybe Heero wasn't there but he must've looked like he'd been fucked - barely slept, hair damn doing what it wanted and he must've reeked of it. The person on the other side of the door wasn't one of Kerrigan's more observant men - Duo tried to remember his name - it began with C - something like Chuck or something but he hadn't really given a shit. "Kerrigan wants you in his office." "When?" he asked casually, leaning against the doorframe. "Now." "Just let me get dressed." He closed the door on the guy, not caring and turning the glaring light of the metal cell like room and grabbed clothes. Duo knew he needed to shower but guessed he didn't need to make Kerrigan wait and not knowing what Kerrigan wanted him for made him feel a little uneasy. Maybe he wanted to discuss Heero's kill or maybe he knew something about last night. They'd been trying to be inconspicuous but they'd let their guards down - shouldn't have happened. Needed to happen for them but not in the context of what they were meant to be doing on this colony. Didn't get them nearer to the death fights - only got them nearer to potentially blowing cover. Shit. The first clothes in his bag were thrown on without any real care and he made an attempt to straighten his hair a little before heading along the maze of corridors to Kerrigan's office, the goon hadn't stuck around to escort him - probably just told to give the message and disappeared to the mess or something. It worked for him - didn't want to make nice this morning before he knew what Kerrigan wanted. He arrived at the door and knocked to announce his arrival before he entered. But the office was not occupied by Kerrigan and Duo's eyes flickered to the man sitting on the chair - his blonde hair pulled back off his face and appraising him with a slight sneer. "You and Yuy need to be more subtle." Duo glared through his bangs and didn't give any indication of his surprise at Milliardo being there and not Kerrigan. "You don't know shit." "You'll find I know shit. I find a small amount of well-placed contraband in the right hands means that I know more about Kerrigan's operation than Kerrigan himself. You were seen together in the gym." It wasn't good. Duo felt his stomach clench in response. In the gym was bad, that was too intimate and hell if either of them had known they were being observed. They shouldn't be together on a mission, they had made themselves vulnerable and Milliardo looked triumphant. Arrogant bastard. "Kerrigan know?" "Why would Kerrigan know? The person who saw you was one of my own friends and I feel no need to share this intelligence... well, not yet anyway." Duo stopped, his brain suddenly catching up to the situation, blaming the lack of sleep and last night's activities on his slow uptake. It wasn't Kerrigan who wanted him - it was him. "You wanted to see me," he said, slowly. "Bravo. Quick this morning, aren't we? I just wanted to warn you of your behaviour. I do not wish for a fellow agent to be brutally beaten to death because of the inability to keep it in his pants." "Thanks for the concern, agent, but what the fuck are you doing here? Ain't you got a cushy corner office and people kneeling at your feet - the Preventer Prince." He sneered over the last word, the nickname was probably one he didn't appreciate but he had no right to complain. It was common knowledge that Milliardo had officially abdicated from any role within the Peacecraft monarchy but hell if Relena would've let her brother into it anyway. He was too bloodstained for pacifism. Milliardo rose to his feet in some display of strength or intimidation - Duo wasn't sure but he was damn tall and that was something he was using in this situation. Duo didn't like the fact he had to look up to him in the literal sense - wanted to look down at him. "Ahh, maybe I miss the cushy office and being the Prince but I think I'm more suited here than there... though the thought of you kneeling at my feet is quite provocative." It was tempting to lash out physically as Milliardo was definitely trying to push buttons - maybe he wanted a damn punch to that pretty face but Duo wasn't going to be easily riled. "Guess that's something you ain't ever gonna find out." "I can say I've always had a certain curiosity about the five of you," he said, stepping forward, closing the gap in the space of the small office. "Something I thought about during the war and after." "And you thought what?" "About all of you or you specifically?" "Whatever. I'm not here to play your game." Milliardo smiled. "I thought that you, coming as you did, from the most deprived colony... well, that suggested you might have a certain skill set." Duo knew the assumptions. Heard them plenty of times but he couldn't stop the hostility in his voice. "So I'm a whore 'cos I came from L2?" "Maybe not as blunt... but I thought you must have some skills in order for you to make Yuy follow you to this shithole - to a mission he is very ill-equipped for and away from his dear, dear princess. I just assumed with your crass language it must be something to do with your mouth." The mention of Heero, the harsh reality of it that Heero was here because of him, that he shouldn't be here, that he was so damn ill-equipped to handle it that it was obvious even to Milliardo, proven by bashing Wade's head to bone and blood and it was all because of him - well, that reality hit hard. It was all because Duo ran and hid and didn't want to deal with real shit. A kid was dead because of it. That made him angrier than the damn implication of being nothing more than a L2 street whore - someone as pompous and fucking sheltered as a Peacecraft probably believed the shit he heard about L2 - but the whole judgement of their relationship from someone outside of it, someone who didn't know anything made him make the first move. Milliardo was a big guy, solidly built and more than a few inches taller but it seemed he didn't expect the elbow to the face with all the force he had - an old move but one he knew damn fucking well - and Milliardo was probably all about honour and the duel and wasn't used to a cheap shot. He wanted Duo to act like L2 trash - he sure as hell could hold that end of the bargain up with his fighting style. He rubbed his nose with the white shirt that seemed totally out of place in the world they currently were in, leaving a small red stain - the white standing out in a world of rust and dirt - just as much as his ice blonde hair and the whole aristocratic shit that hung around him. "Good. You have some fight in you still." "You wanna see how much?" Milliardo gave him a small quirk of lips - a look of a soldier and a clear accepting of the challenge. Duo anticipated the first fist and he could tell he was trained in a totally different way to anything he'd ever leant. He'd been trained to box. Trained in Queensbury rules or some shit. All rules and civility in the middle of palatial estate. He blocked. "You're predictable. You fight like you're a fucking gentleman not a soldier." Another punch. Duo avoided it and landed his own blow, connecting with hard firm muscle and then backing out a little, using his smaller frame and agility as a weapon as much as his fists. "Treize teach ya when he wasn't fuckin' you?" The next of Milliardo's punches landed and was harder and unexpected. The low blow winded him for a second and it seemed the comment about Treize had pissed him off as he was no longer the elegant Peacecraft. Fire and anger and fight. And he pressed the advantage, using his body and pushing Duo against the door with enough force that it rattled in its hinges and used his superior build to keep him there. His body was far bulkier than his own despite Duo being in the best shape of his damn life and he was much broader than Heero. They were touching from chest to groin and Duo felt the tell-tale sign of a half hard bulge against his thigh on the contact of their bodies. Milliardo's eyes burned in his - all liquid ice - angry, cold. "You smell of sex and him." "What happens when you fuck all night," Duo replied, coolly. "You forgive him for killing your pet that easily?" "He wasn't my pet," he spat. "He was called Wade and he was someone's fucking kid or do you forget that shit?" "I think you'll find I cannot forget that shit otherwise I would not be here." The anger in his eyes had dissipated but his body hadn't slackened against Duo's - all firm, solid, hard. A hand reached out and Duo turned to look away as it met his cheek in an affectionate gesture that Heero generally was incapable of doing. He looked back, their faces close and glared back. "Why the fuck are you here?" "I'm here for the same reason as you are. I cannot live in a peace time world." "I manage just fine, Zechs." He used the old name like an insult. "Really? So I didn't see you fight like you belonged in that cage... I didn't see a man with nothing left to lose, who would snap a man's neck if given the opportunity. You need this... you can admit that to me. Yuy needs this. We are not the sort of men to sit in cushy offices, we need something else." "I don't need this." He should've added that Heero didn't need this - didn't need to think he was the mission again, needed to see the value of life - of his own life and other's. "You're lying." "I don't need this," Duo repeated. "Convince me. Convince me that you've not felt more alive than when you were behind the controls of a mobile suit, that you can live without the power of life over death and the thrill of battle." "I don't enjoy killing." "Maybe not... but you don't shy from it. You fuck a dangerous man because you couldn't live with someone normal who'd see you for what you really are." Duo thought he was still too fucking close. Bodies too close together. Didn't like the trapped and cornered feeling. "And what am I if you know every fucking thing?" "A warrior. A solider. A killer." The response on his lips died, the sarcastic and clever thing he wanted to say that he couldn't remember as a mouth was over his and the short distance between their faces had been bridged and he felt the bruising force of a demanding kiss - no finesse beyond pure fucking lust that took a moment to react to. It only took a moment to react to. Duo's knee rose quickly and hard - knowing what the fuck he was doing and the pain he was intending to inflict. The contact with groin was hard and Milliardo faltered instantly, not expecting the extreme reaction and Duo followed it up with a kick that brought him to his knees. He leaned down, grabbing onto Milliardo's jaw and forcing him to look straight into his eyes. "Yanno, I think you kneeling at my feet is a helluva lot more provocative." He released his jaw, pushing it aside and left the office taking it as a win - leaving Milliardo on his knees and needing a shower to get the feeling of that man off him.
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