Hehe, things start gettin steamy in the desert between our two blondes...

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Chapter 4

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It was getting rather late, but Milliardo was wide awake as he stared off into space thinking of how they were going to survive this ordeal. He himself had extensive survival training, but never in the sort of conditions he was currently under. The moment the plane's electronics gave out he was certain that it would cut down their overall survival chances drastically, if not completely. It seemed like a hopeless situation, especially with the potential threat of the hidden jamming signal that was preventing them from contacting anyone for help.

Milliardo felt helpless, and it was gnawing at him greatly that he was depending so much on the young blonde pilot. Now that Quatre knew of his plans to toss him to his interrogation officers once they were rescued, Milliardo was worried that the boy might attempt to retaliate somehow in order to save himself. And with the vast knowledge that the young soldier possessed on how to survive in the desolate area Milliardo knew that he could easily take off any moment leaving them to fend for themselves.

Which was a thought that almost frightened Milliardo. Dying of thirst or starvation was hardly a pleasing notion, but the fact that his men were slowly beginning to question him worried him greatly. It made his thoughts wander back to something that Quatre had said to him three days ago.

'There's only one rule in the desert.. And that's to survive...'

He hadn't taken much note of the statement until now. He could see how his men were slowly becoming angry with him for seeking out the rebel's help, and he knew it was only a matter of time before they turned on him. He knew that one on one he could easily defeat any of them, but together they would likely over power him. 'Probably the only reason that Quatre was even captured... If they hadn't ganged up on him with their sidearms he could have easily killed everyone on this plane...' It made him frown to think of it, but since he had personally seen Quatre in action on the battle field he was fairly certain that if the boy was at a hundred percent he might have been able to over power him as well. 'Maybe not with brute force, but the kid is smart... He would have figured out a way to get rid of me... He still might...'

It was beginning to make him paranoid. He knew that Quatre was a resourceful and cunning soldier. Dealing with a person with that kind of skill in an element they were accustomed to usually spelled doom for the enemy. 'If I'm not careful Quatre could have my head on a platter before I could even blink...' Even though the boy was injured he wasn't about to underestimate him at this point.

Milliardo soon noticed that his every thought led him straight back to the gundam pilot, and it was confusing him as to why. Yes the boy was intriguing, but there was so little that he understood about the youth. He seemed much older than his apparent fifteen maybe sixteen years. Much more experienced in the ways of the world than what he would expect of a spoiled rich kid. He could only imagine what all had to have happened to the pacifist heir that could have turned him into the vicious fighter he was today. The more he thought about it the more he felt he could almost identify with the boy.

At that moment he shook his head roughly and growled slightly at himself. "He's my prisoner... I'm not supposed to identify with him... Why do I even care...?" he asked the silence around him. When nothing answered him he sighed heavily and slumped in his chair.

He was becoming strung out by everything that was happening, and he wondered how long it would be before the desert would force him to crack as well. "Quatre was right... We could be stuck here for a month... We only have enough supplies to last us another week at the most... If we don't figure out a way out of this Quatre may be the only one that survives this... Now that would be irony..." he muttered to himself as he leaned heavily on the left arm rest of his seat.

"God this is driving me crazy..." Milliardo mumbled as he glanced at his watch. "Two thirty... Hn.. I bet those lazy pilots and half-witted privates are sound asleep..."

"They are."

Startled by the sudden soft voice that answered him, his ice blue eyes shot up and settled on a pair of amused aqua ones. "What are you doing here?" he asked gruffly, silently scolding himself silently for not hearing the hatch door opening.

Quatre smirked and held up the nearly empty water bottle that he had brought with him. "You gave me permission to take a break when I needed to, remember?" he said as he moved over to where the refrigerated compartment was.

Frowning deeply, Milliardo nodded slightly and stood as well before going over to stand close to the boy to make sure he wasn't up to anything. "How are things proceeding?" he asked lightly as he reached in the fridge compartment to grab a bottle for himself.

Not answering at first, Quatre took a long drink from his water bottle then sighed deeply. "Not good, really... Without the right kind of fuel the engines will be useless to us... I haven't checked the ones on the right side of the plane yet, but I'm fairly certain it will show the same problems." he stated as he glanced out the right side plane windows towards the wing and engines.

"Is there anything that you can do?" Milliardo asked solemnly. The situation seemed to be getting worse by the minute, and he was beginning to feel that sense of helplessness creeping on him again.

Quatre looked at the White Fang leader for a moment and couldn't help but feel sorry for him. Despite all that had happened over the course of the day Quatre still felt attracted to the man. Part of him wanted to help, to give him one last chance to change his mind. "Well.. There is one thing... If we drain the fuel tanks and gather all unnecessary items from the plane we can create a signal fire if we can't find the source of the jamming signal." he offered as he ran his finger along the side of his plastic bottle.

Milliardo grunted softly at that and rolled his eyes. "A signal fire? God, this all too low tech for my tastes..." he muttered as he opened his water bottle and took a large gulp of its contents.

That actually made the boy laugh. "Hey, we have to make due with what we have. If we can get the fire going good enough the smoke will be visible for miles around. If there is a search team looking for you they'll see it." Quatre pointed out plainly as he dumped the contents of his old water bottle into his fresh one.

"That isn't very comforting... We'd have to make it in the middle of the day, and the heat is barely tolerable as it is without making an over sized bon fire..." Milliardo grumbled. He moved stiffly back to his seat and sat his opened bottle on the small table next to him.

A small smile slipped onto Quatre's lips as he rolled his eyes dramatically. "Wow.. For the brutal leader of the White Fang you sure hate getting dirty." he quipped in the hopes to strike another nerve.

"I swear if I didn't need you I would have splattered your brains across the cargo hold when I found you..." Milliardo snapped dangerously.

Quatre's expression suddenly turned almost evil as he slowly approached the blonde man. Once he was close enough he sat his bottle to the left of Milliardo's on the table. "Hmm.. You're so eloquent, my dear Mr. Peacecraft... But unfortunately for you..." he nearly purred while he slowly slipped behind the man's seat. "You do need me... And you do realize that our... Partnership doesn't have to be so... Impersonal..." he whispered as he slowly placed his slender hands on the clearly tense shoulders of the older blonde.

Milliardo frowned deeply, but didn't move away from the boy's touch. "If you're attempting to lower my guard you're doing a very poor job of it." he stated flatly.

"Tsk tsk... Mr. Peacecraft, I want you on your guard..." At that moment Quatre slowly leaned forward and barely let his lips brush against the man's ear as he spoke. "You know as well as I do.. That the only thrill left for people like us is the element of danger... Knowing that we're risking our lives..."

Having to suppress the shudder that was trying to wrack through his body, Milliardo gripped tightly at the arm rests of his seat and attempted to figure out what the boy was playing at. "Is that so, Mr. Winner? And what makes you think I'm like that?" he asked in as steady a voice he could manage.

Knowing that he had him, Quatre let his tongue slip past his lips and gently trace along the outer edges of Milliardo's ear. "It's a common thing amongst soldiers that survived the front lines for extended periods of time... They become so addicted to the adrenaline that is pumped into their system... That they seek bigger and more dangerous challenges to get to that state of emotional high..." Quatre explained softly as his hands firmly began to rub at Milliardo's shoulders. "And I know that is why you left Ms. Noin behind..." he added to fuel the fire.

The loud growl was the only warning Quatre got before he found a strong grip around his throat once more. Milliardo's icy blues filled Quatre's vision as he was nearly slammed against the hard metal wall of the plane. "Do not speak to me about her... You have no idea what you're talking about..." he snarled as his fingers tightened around the pale throat.

Quatre coughed harshly and struggled lightly, not really trying to escape the man's grip. "That.. That's not... What she told me... Told me that she couldn't satisfy your needs..." he called out hoarsely as he gripped at the hand clutched around his throat.

Milliardo's eyebrow arched upward as he leaned in close to the boy's face. "And you're saying you can.." he stated rather than asked. The aqua eyes were swirling with lust instead of panic, which confused and intrigued him.

"Maybe..." Quatre whispered as his tongue slowly trailed across Milliardo's lower lip.

The gentle wet sensation made chills travel down his spine, but Milliardo growled deeply and was tempted to tighten his hold on Quatre's throat. "If you're trying to distract me you're not doing a very good job..." he stated, although it wasn't exactly the truth.

And Quatre knew it. "I'm not trying to distract you..." he mumbled. 'Because I already have...' he thought evilly as he glanced down at both their bottles on the table.

He turned his attention back towards the man glaring at him and let his hands wander over the man's firm chest through the thin t shirt. He could tell that Milliardo was enjoying the touch, and he was curious as to what he could get away with. "Mr. Peacecraft... What could I possibly do..? I'm at your mercy... My life is in your hands.." he whispered as he leaned forward.

Milliardo knew what Quatre wanted to do, and to his own astonishment he allowed the bruised lips to press against his own. At first he barely registered the fact he was kissing the gundam pilot, but once he felt Quatre's lips part he suddenly didn't care. He released the hold he had on the boy's throat and pinned his shoulders to the metal wall. As he pressed himself tightly against Quatre's smaller frame he could hear and feel the slight groan of pain when pressure was placed on the youth's stomach.

In the back of his mind he knew that this wasn't right, that something was very out of place, but the nails he felt scraping down his back made him forget all of it. He had fallen under some sort of spell that was making the once curiosity towards the rebel turn into a borderline lust. A lust he wanted to give into more than anything at that moment.

Quatre knew he was playing dirty by using his empathy to strengthen Milliardo's emotions, but he was too busy to really care. To feel the rock solid body pressed against him so tightly nearly made his head swim with his own desire. His hands found their way under the red shirt the man wore, and raked his nails down the soft skin. The growling moan he heard and felt deep within the man's chest thrilled him. Knowing that Milliardo liked it a bit rough encouraged him to double his response to the bruising kiss they were locked in.

In the midst of the frenzy, Milliardo found his hands working on pulling the zipper down on the youth's jumpsuit. Slowly the gray jumpsuit opened, and his hands made quick work of pushing it off the slender shoulders. Soon the upper half of the filthy jumpsuit was out of the way, revealing the white shirt Quatre wore beneath it.

Suddenly having a need to see more of the pale skin, Milliardo tugged up the hem of the shirt and was pleased when Quatre readily held up his arms to remove it. Tugging it off, he carelessly threw the shirt over his shoulder and let his eyes look over the revealed flesh. He instantly saw the angry bruises the marred the softly defined muscles of the Arabian's torso. His fingers ghosted along the injured flesh, and the moans that it pulled from Quatre's lips fascinated him. Curious, he pressed a bit firmer against one of the darker bruises.

The pain that came from the touch made Quatre gasp deeply, but instead of pulling away he actually leaned towards it. He has always had a bit of a masochistic streak in him, and rubbing firmly at any bruises always made his heart race. "Nnn.. Mr. Peacecraft..." he moaned softly.

Hearing his name spoken in such abandon made Milliardo's blood heat up considerably. Unable to resist those parted lips, he dove in for another kiss as his hands kept torturing the bruises on the slender body. His actions seemed to double Quatre's responses to him, which in turn made him want more as well. When the bare arms wrapped around his shoulders and a long leg hooked around his thigh Milliardo found himself gripping firmly at the younger blonde's legs and bringing them up to his hips. To his pleasure the legs wrapped firmly around his waist and held on for dear life.

Clinging firmly to his enemy, Quatre groaned deeply against Milliardo's lips. This was going far better than he could have wished for. He kept his empathy steadily increasing the emotions that Milliardo was desperately trying to keep under control. He wanted the White Fang leader to let go of his reservations and doubts, and just open himself to the possibilities they were delving into. The thick emotions that were coiled so tightly within the depths of the man's heart were just begging for someone to come by and cut the ropes of uncertainty that restrained them.

Quatre was nearly becoming intoxicated with how pure and strong Milliardo's different feelings were. He knew they could easily be molded to change the way the man saw the world, but he was never one to manipulate another like that. Merely let them get a taste of what they fought so hard to keep hidden. And Milliardo's emotions were deeply buried under years of pain and loss. 'Need to show him that he can't keep himself from feeling anything... Need to show him it's okay to let go..' That was Quatre's goal for this mission, to make Milliardo see clearly through his heart, not his head.

His thoughts were a shambles as he kept his hands wandering and exploring over the young responsive body he had pinned to the wall. Milliardo was still wondering how he even got to this point, but he honestly didn't care. He had let himself be starved of any sort of contact for such a long time that his reactions were stronger than he could have imagined. Quatre tore away from their kiss to gasp out his name when he had rubbed another bruise, and the exposed throat was just to tempting to pass up. His mouth kissed and bit firmly along the graceful neck, and soon he felt a pair of hands fisting lightly in his hair followed by moaned words of encouragement.

"Mr. Peacecraft... Don't stop... More.." Quatre groaned shamelessly as he tangled his fingers in the long pale locks.

This was what he had been fantasizing about since he had first gotten the mission. To be this close to the deadly White Fang leader and to feel what the brutal soldier was capable of in a fit of passion. All he needed to do was just push the man just a little further before he could have what he wanted, but he knew that Milliardo had to make that decision for himself. 'I won't manipulate him like that...' his clouded thoughts called out weakly as he withdrew his hold on the man's senses completely.

After a few seconds of thinking nothing but how good it felt to have the rebel pinned and so willing, Milliardo's thoughts slowly cleared. Soon he couldn't remember how he had even gotten into this position, or why his lips were still working along the reddened throat. 'Wha... What am I doing..?' his mind thought in alarm.

He quickly pulled away from the too tempting flesh and looked into the lust glazed aqua eyes. "What are you doing...?" he asked while trying to regain his breath and wits.

A bit disheartened that Milliardo was fighting the feelings that were still straining to be free, Quatre moved his hand to caress the pale man's face. "Trying to give myself to your mercy... Please, Mr. Peacecraft... Things can be different if you only let them... We can help one another in so many ways... But I need your help first..." he whispered as he attempted to make himself appear as innocent as he could manage.

He looked into the glimmering eyes for a long moment, but eventually Milliardo snorted and glared hard at the boy. "If there's one thing I've learned it's that you gundam pilots are never helpless.." he grunted while swatting the small hand away from his face roughly. "You have some sort of plan forming behind that innocent facade... And I'm not about to fall for it."

Roughly pushing the gray clad thighs from his hips, Milliardo pulled away from the boy and pointed rigidly towards the hatch that lead to the cargo hold. "Now get back to work... Before I reconsider our agreement..."

An almost disappointed look fell over the young blonde's face as he moved away from the wall. "If you insist, Mr. Peacecraft..." Quatre sighed as he grabbed the bottle off the right side of the table and walked to the door. After he retrieved his shirt from the floor near the hatch he glanced back at his captor. "Just remember... My offer stands if you have a change of heart..." He then quietly opened the hatch and was about to leave when a thought struck him. "That is if you still have one.." he added before disappearing behind the large metal door.

Milliardo could only stare at the hatch door for a moment, but he then pinched the bridge of his nose to relieve a slowly approaching headache. "I don't know which is worse... The fact he isn't intimidated by me.. Or the fact I'm actually tempted by his offer..." he muttered loudly to himself as he picked up the bottle of water still on the table and took a large gulp.

He then stood there for a moment as he tried to figure out what exactly came over him. He had never felt that strong of an attraction to anyone before. What was worse is that he actually enjoyed it. His heart still hadn't slowed from the passionate moment that he had been lost in for what felt like hours. It made him curious if he really should accept the boy's proposal.

"I can't do that... It's insane... Why.. Why am I even thinking like this...? And.. Why am I so tired...?" Suddenly overcome by a wave of fatigue, Milliardo dropped into a seat and looked on in a daze at his water bottle. "What the..." It was then that he saw the water within the plastic bottle had an unusual blue tint to it. "That little... bastard..." he whispered as the bottle slid from his grasp and fell to the floor.

The splashing sound echoed within the quiet cabin, and it was soon followed by the sound of the hatch opening once more. Milliardo's pale eyes sluggishly glanced upward to see a very pleased smirk gracing the pale face of the young blonde rebel. "I knew... That you'd pull something like this.." he grunted, but there was no force behind the words since his energy was quickly leaving him.

The smirk was almost sinister as Quatre shook his head in amusement. "Of course, but fortunately for me you were too slow to act upon that correct assumption... You should have accepted my offer, Mr. Peacecraft... Had you done so I wouldn't have had to resort to such foul tactics.. But you understand... It's nothing personal against you..." he said in a mocking tone to mimic the words spoken to him earlier.

Milliardo wanted to growl and pounce on the impudent boy, but he could barely keep his eyes open. "When I get my hands on you..." he mumbled, but he wasn't able to finish when a soft laughter cut him off.

"My dear Mr. Peacecraft... I don't think you are in much of a position to be threatening me..." Gracefully, Quatre walked over to where the white fang leader was nearly asleep. He stood in front of the man, and had to admit it was a good feeling to have the infamous man under his power. "Now you'll understand what it's like to have your life in someone else's hand, dear prince..."

A weak snort left the man as he tried to force himself to move. "Like.. Like you're the first.. To toy with my life..." Milliardo muttered with as much anger as he could get out. His body was nearly paralyzed, and his senses were becoming fogged.

Quatre's expression turned into a sweet smile as he moved closer to the drugged man. Since the White Fang leader couldn't put up a resistance he casually straddled the man's lap and gently took Milliardo's face into his hands. "I'm well aware that I'm not the first.. But I'm certain that no one else has ever been able to capture you so fully..." He let his tongue lick up a bead of sweat that was rolling down the flushed cheek. "Mmm.. I can do whatever I please to you and your beautiful body, Mr. Peacecraft... And there's nothing you can do to stop me..." he whispered as he placed tender kisses along the man's jaw.

Milliardo clenched his teeth and was close to panicking when he realized that the boy was right. He was powerless to do anything. His arms felt heavy at his sides, and his legs refused to budge no matter how hard he strained to move them.

He could barely feel the lips that were still moving across his face, or the sharp teeth that nipped at his ear. "You.. You staged everything.. You... You came on to me.. To raise my heart rate.. So the drugs would react faster..." he gasped out, his heart still racing due to the dire situation he was locked in.

Chuckling softly into the man's ear, Quatre run his fingers through the long tresses while humming in amusement. "Mmm.. You catch on very quickly, Mr. Peacecraft... However it does you little good now... The rest of your men will be asleep for hours... So I can take my time with you..." He pulled away so he could look into the glazed fearful eyes watching him. "And that's if I haven't disposed of them already... In that case I may have all the time in the world..."

His expression turned wicked as he traced the strong jaw line with his finger. "You really should have joined me, Mr. Peacecraft... I would have been yours quite willingly... Now you're mine... Tell me.. How does it feel to know you're completely helpless, hm..?" he purred before placing a kiss to his lips.

Fear was now creeping into Milliardo's thoughts the longer he stared into the evilly shining eyes. When Quatre pulled away from his lips he let out a weak growl that sounded more like a faint whimper. "And you.. You say I'm the monster... You're.. Wanting to rape me..."

The words combined with the growing fear in the man's eyes made Quatre feel suddenly horrible for what he was doing. 'But he's no saint either...' he reminded himself firmly. "Hn... And you wanted to give me to your interrogation officers... Last time I checked sexual abuse was still a common method of torture.. Especially with factions that refuse to obey the codes of conduct..." He leaned back and delivered a sharp slap to Milliardo's face.

The man's head snapped to the side as the hit echoed within the cabin. Quatre then firmly grabbed hold of the bruising jaw and made the face look at him. "You don't betray a person you make a private accord with, Mr. Peacecraft. That's just despicable..." he growled, now letting some of that anger he had kept hidden show.

Although the drugs dulled his senses, Milliardo still felt the pain from the hit and clenched his jaw as tight as he could. He wanted to argue, but Quatre was right. He had been the one to go back on his word first. The moment he had done that their agreement had been shattered. 'I... I can't blame him for wanting to retaliate... I'd do the same..' his mind thought sluggishly.

Quatre could tell that any moment the man would fall under the drug's full effects, and soon he'd be out cold. "Hn.. You're not going to last much longer... Pity.. I had hoped you'd be awake longer... Oh well... I'll just have to push my plans further ahead of schedule..." he mused more to himself.

"Plans..?" Milliardo repeated apprehensively.

"Heh.. It's nothing you should concern yourself with, Mr. Peacecraft.." Quatre smiled once more and pressed their foreheads together. "You'll have absolutely no knowledge of anything I do the moment you fall asleep... So I'll leave it to your imagination what I'll be up to..." He gently caressed the red mark on the otherwise flawless face and sighed deeply. "Such a pity you insist on being so difficult... I could have made it worth your while... I still can... But that will have to wait..."

Suddenly the young Arabian moved off Milliardo's lap and stood straight. "I have work to do before I can play..." Quatre said lightly as he moved to the seat next to the drugged man. He picked up the laptop that was resting in the seat and placed it in the crook of his right arm. "I'll take this back, thank you." he snickered in amusement.

With the laptop tucked away back in his possession, Quatre reached out and cupped his hand under Milliardo's chin. "Don't worry.. You'll be fine after a few hours... Maybe..." For a moment Quatre gazed deeply into the drug hazed eyes and felt guilty for what he was doing, but he forced the feelings aside while smirking at his helpless victim.

When he saw it would only be seconds before the man blacked out, Quatre tilted the man's chin up and leaned in close. "Mmm... I'll be back for you... Goodnight sweet prince..." he whispered before he tenderly pressed his lips to Milliardo's once more in a soft kiss.

Milliardo wanted to fight. To take back control and regain custody of the gundam pilot, but he could barely feel the kiss, let alone put up any sort of resistance. His slowly fading mind concluded it must have been a strong form of tranquilizer, and briefly considered it might even be a poison of some kind. After his own betrayal he wouldn't have put it past the boy to take out his revenge quickly and leave his corpse to fry under the desert sun.

With the notion that his death could very well be at hand, Milliardo felt unbidden tears bite sharply at his eyes at the humiliation of it all. 'So this is it... This is the end of my mission.. My life... All because of this boy... A boy...' he thought as he slowly drifted into a deep sleep.

The last thing he saw was the glow of those shimmering aqua eyes that followed him into the dark oblivion.

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TBC

Oh dear...

Poor Millie...

Later!