What What? And update to this old thing?
Yes. I fail. *hangs head in shame*
Anywho, yeah, Was writing a prequel to go with chapter, but since that has stalled, I have decided to forgo the prequel For the sake of finishing this one.
So without further babbling:
Enjoy~
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Chapter 9
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"This is so fucked up..."
"Now what exactly is so fucked up about it, Mr. Peacecraft?" Quatre asked lightly as he placed three cards on the small table that separated him from the White Fang leader.
Milliardo gave the blonde rebel a very sarcastic glare while rearranging the cards in his hand. "I'm the infamous leader of a large brutal military group, and I'm sitting here in the middle of the desert playing cards with one of my greatest and most elusive enemies while I'm waiting for one of my soldiers, who's really a traitor in disguise, to wake up so you can interrogate him... And you ask me what's fucked up about it?" he grunted loudly as he placed his glare now on the cards he was holding onto.
Quatre chuckled lightly as he leaned on his elbows against the edge of their card table. "With all the shit that's gone on in this war this is the most fucked up thing you've been through? Heh, you've been very sheltered, my dear Mr. Peacecraft. Oh, it's your turn."
Muttering curses under his breath, Milliardo glanced at his cards for a moment. "Got any fives?"
"Go fish."
"Dammit..." He reached out with his heavily bandaged right hand to draw a card from the deck that was in the middle of the table. "What do you mean I've been very sheltered?" Milliardo asked as he placed the king he drew with the other one in his hand. "Are you meaning to tell me you've been through stranger shit?"
The younger pilot nodded as a wide grin spread across his battered face. "Picture, if you will, having to infiltrate a girl's boarding school that's the front of an Oz military operation." He then held up three of his bandaged fingers before his continued. "Three weeks I had to pose as a girl attending classes. In that time I was stalked by a group of lesbians, attacked by psychotic teacher, and got my cover blown." When he finished Quatre thoroughly enjoyed the look of shock on Milliardo's face.
Although shock was a major understatement when he finally realized what the boy was referring to. "I was stationed at that base once..."
"Ya don't say..." Quatre said, his grin intact. "Anything interesting happen?"
Milliardo snorted as he sat down four cards. "At first, no... But then I met this one student there that turned out to be a spy..." Now that he thought about the girl student's face he froze. His gaze immediately shot back to the coyly smirking Arabian where he focused on the vivid aqua color. "Those eyes... Oh my god.. That means.. That was you?!" he nearly shouted when he really remembered what happened at that base.
Not answering at first, Quatre reached up and parted his long bangs to frame his face. His expression then turned heated and his eyes became half lidded. "You probably won't see me again after tonight.. But I'll be watching you, Zechs.. Always.." he whispered huskily in a slightly feminine pitched voice.
Milliardo could only stare at the blonde rebel for a moment, but then a bright blush crept onto his face when everything finally sank in. "Oh God..." he finally muttered as his cards fell from his hand.
Quatre got an almost smug look on his face as he watched his enemy come to terms with what he told him. "Something wrong, Mr. Peacecraft? You look a bit... Flustered."
"Flustered?" Milliardo repeated as he gripped at the edge of the table. "I think I'm a bit more than flustered at the moment..."
"Heh, you seemed to enjoy it rather well back then." Quatre muttered as he took a peek at the cards that the man had been holding. "So there are those kings I was looking for." He plucked the kings from the table and placed them in his hand. "Your turn, Mr. Peacecraft." he informed him as he placed four kings on the table.
Stunned at how calm the blonde rebel was treating the matter, Milliardo was at a loss for what to say. "How the hell can you expect me to play this stupid game after what you just told me?!" he exclaimed. His mind was so jumbled with different ideas and notions, but now he knew where that feeling of familiarity with the youth came from. 'God.. I really know now...'
Quatre sighed and laid his hand down on the table. "I suppose you're right. I know how you react under... pressure." he snickered and had to dodge the swat that the white fang leader threw at him.
"Damn you, Winner.." Milliardo growled. Quatre was actually making fun of him now just to add insult to injury, but for some reason he wasn't really angry. No, Milliardo found himself even more intrigued by the boy now that he knew the truth. 'Maybe he was serious about that offer after all..' The possibility led to so many new questions that had to be answered. "Why did you do it?"
"Why? Heh, I don't know if you noticed this or not, but you are a very attractive man, Mr. Peacecraft..." Quatre started as he leaned against the table. "I weighed my options when you spotted me, and I figured the one I chose to be the most.. Enjoyable one."
That made his cracked lips twitch into a smile, but Milliardo needed one more question answered. "So your offer back at the plane?"
Quatre winked at the blonde man and nodded. "I meant every word. And I'm still waiting for an answer, Mr. Peacecraft." he purred as he moved his leg under the table and brushed his bare foot along the man's jean clad calf.
Ice blue eyes grew wide at the sudden flirting touch but he didn't pull away from it. "I see... Exactly how much are you offering?"
"How much do you want, Mr. Peacecraft?" Quatre asked in a seductive whisper.
Milliardo felt his heart pick up speed as the rebel's foot kept stroking at his leg teasingly. "Do I have time to think about it?" his voice cracked slightly the higher the foot went.
An evil grin spread across the scratched face and he held out his hand with fingers spread. "You have 5 seconds. After that I'm taking your silence as a yes... Five... Four..."
When the boy started counting down Milliardo suddenly forgot how to move. His eyes grew wide when Quatre suddenly hoisted himself onto the table and started crawling towards him. "Umm.. Mr. Winner?"
Quatre shook his head and purred out. "Call me Quatre... Three... Two..." Before he said one, Quatre's hands shot out and grabbed hold of the white t-shirt the man wore so he could pull him into a deep brutal kiss.
At first Milliardo was at a loss of what to do, but soon he got involved with the forceful kiss and wrapped his arms around the blonde boy. He pulled Quatre's slender frame closer to him until he felt his warm weight settling on his lap. A pair of surprisingly strong hands fisted tightly in his hair, causing Milliardo to groan deeply against Quatre's mouth. Soon the grip began to tighten as his head was pulled back.
Pulled away from the kiss, Milliardo gasped and gritted his teeth when he felt the hot mouth work along his neck. "Quatre... God... What do you want?" he asked as he closed his eyes and held the writhing body tightly against him. Despite what the rebel answered he was fairly certain he'd cave into whatever the blonde desired. 'Feels too good.. I'm tried of fighting it...'
Quatre let out a soft chuckle before breathing hotly in the man's ear. "I want you, Milliardo... I've wanted you from the beginning... That's the only reason why I took that mission.. So I could have a chance to be close to you again..." he purred as he grinded his hips down on the man's lap.
Becoming very aroused almost too quickly, Milliardo grabbed tightly to the narrow hips and was tempted to grind himself against the firm ass. "Alright... I accept your offer, Quatre... Do what you want..." he groaned out loudly.
"Mmm.. You won't regret it, Milliardo.. I promise..." Quatre whispered as he pried the tight grip off his hips.
When he felt the rebel crawl off his lap he looked only to feel all his blood rush to his groin as he watched the young blonde sink down to his knees in front of him. "Quatre... Do it..." he whispered in a husky tone when the rebel moved between his thighs.
Quatre smirked as he reached out to unbutton the man's pants. "Oh I plan on it, Milliardo... Been wanting to do this again for a long time..." he purred while looking into the icy lust filled gaze. After a moment of looking into one another's eyes, Quatre looked down to focus on his task.
Milliardo reached out and threaded his fingers in the short soft hair before he let his head roll back. His eyes closed slowly as he awaited the rebel to start, and moaned deeply when he soon felt a warm wet touch. "Oh god.. Quatre... Yes.. Quatre..."
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"Quatre... Don't stop..."
Quatre had to bite his already injured lip to keep from laughing at what was taking place in front of him.
Standing inside Milliardo's tent, Quatre was watching with his hand covering his mouth as the man moaned softly on the cot. A rather large smile was on the white fang leader's face, so whatever the man was dreaming Quatre was sure it had to be pretty interesting to get that kind of reaction out of him. He was almost tempted to just leave Milliardo to finish out his dream in peace. Almost.
It didn't take his empathy to tell that whatever that playing in the man's mind was arousing him. In fact Quatre found this moment too good to pass up. 'Hmm.. Maybe it's time for that little bit of fun I had planned on...' he thought as he slowly approached the cot.
Once he was standing next to the cot he pondered if he should wake up the man or tend to the slight tent that he could clearly make out through the blanket. 'No... He may be dreaming about me, but I can't take advantage of him in his sleep... Well.. At least not with me as injured as I am... Maybe later when I've healed some.' he thought evilly. After the man let out another moan that was a bit louder, Quatre quickly made up his mind. "Better wake him before the others start thinking something really is going on in here." he concluded as he reached out to brush the long bangs out of Milliardo's scratched face.
"Mr. Peacecraft... Wake up, Mr. Peacecraft..." he said softly in the hopes it would be enough. He didn't want to risk things going too far too soon by trying the same stunt he did the day before. Although he was more than willing to go as far as the man wanted, his injured body would probably protest the entire time.
As the seconds ticked by he saw that Milliardo was slowly beginning to stir from his sleep, so began caressing the uninjured places on the man's cheeks. "Come on, Mr. Peacecraft, it's time to wake up." he said a bit louder. The lust he felt pouring off the man was almost enough to make him forget his previous decision, but he forced himself to stay calm before he got carried away.
Icy blue eyes fluttered open on hearing the voice, but when he saw Quatre hovering over him he suddenly realized that he had been dreaming. 'Everything was a dream...? Dammit... I feel like an idiot now...' his foggy mind muttered to himself as he reached up to rub at his eyes. "Nnn.. What time is it?" he asked in a grunt.
"Almost ten." Quatre answered as he knelt down next to the cot. "So... What were you dreaming about? Sounded pretty interesting." he said with a slight smirk.
Milliardo's eyes grew wide as a faint blush tinted his cheeks. "Uh.. I was talking in my sleep?" he asked hesitantly. He remembered most of the things he said in his dream, and if he actually said them out loud he was certain he'd probably never hear the end of it. 'Oh shit... But.. Is it necessarily a bad thing...?'
Quatre sensed the slight curiosity mixed with the embarrassment and laughed softly. "A little bit.. You said my name a few times. Made me wonder what I was doing in your dream." He rested his elbows on the edge of the cot and propped his chin up on his hands. "I don't suppose you'd mind telling me, hm?" he asked innocently as he stared straight into the wide pale eyes.
"Um.. I.. I don't remember..." he lied through his teeth. The sarcastic look he got from the rebel showed that Quatre wasn't buying it one bit, so he sighed and decided to be at least partially honest. "We were playing cards... And you told me about one of your past missions..." he muttered as he looked away. He wondered just how much he should say and how much he should leave in the dream.
Quirking up a cut brow, Quatre wondered what mission he could have possibly disclosed that would lead to a wet dream. "Oh really? And what did I say?" he asked slowly and wondered if it could possibly be what he thought it was. 'There's no way... How would he make that kind of connection in a dream...?'
Although he was still embarrassed by it all, Milliardo sat up on the cot, and tried to ignore the massive hard on that he was certain the rebel had noticed by now. "It's ridiculous really... You told me that you posed as a girl at an all girl boarding school that was the cover for an Oz base." he muttered. What got to him was that he really was stationed at a base that was at a girl's boarding school. And there really was a spy. 'Maybe I just used that as a way to justify what I did...' he thought briefly.
The moment Milliardo told him a wide smirk played over Quatre's lips. "I did." he said calmly.
"What?" Milliardo quickly looked back and saw the knowing smirk on the boy's face. "You mean.. Cassie...? That really was you?"
"That's right." Quatre said simply with the smirk still in place.
Unable to do anything but stare blankly for a moment, Milliardo let himself fall back onto the cot. "I don't believe this..." he muttered as he hid his eyes in the crook of his arm.
Quatre chuckled and watched the man calmly. "What's not to believe, Mr. Peacecraft? So we know each other a bit more... Intimately. It was a set of different circumstances back then. Besides, that was Zechs. A completely different person." he pointed out to try and lessen some of the unease within the man's mind.
Milliardo snorted and lifted his arm to look over at the rebel. "So you're saying that it had nothing to do with your offer back at the plane?"
"Perhaps..." Quatre admitted. "Let's just say that it encouraged me to try again since you seemed to be interested in me."
"And when were you planning to tell me about it?"
"I wasn't. I wanted you to accept the offer I made because you wanted me. Not because of an alias that I once used." Quatre said as he began to stand up straight. Before he was all the way standing a bandaged hand grabbed onto his arm and he found himself staring into confused but interested eyes. "Yes, Mr. Peacecraft?"
For a moment he couldn't think of what he wanted to say, but the longer he looked up at the familiar blue gaze he soon found himself speaking. "So that was a serious offer? Not just a ploy to distract me while you were my prisoner?" Milliardo asked, needing to know before he attempted to make any kind of decision.
An genuine smile formed on Quatre's healing lips as he nodded. "I meant every word, Mr. Peacecraft. And I'm still waiting for an answer..."
Almost shuddering at how that was the second time he heard the rebel say those words, Milliardo sat up and decided to take a risk. "Do I have time to think about it?" he asked. Wondering if his dream was really foretelling the future. 'God I hope so...'
Quatre kept his smile in place and cupped the man's face with his free hand. "Take as long as you need. I have no plans of retracting it anytime soon." he said only to be become confused at the sudden disappointment that he sensed from the man. 'Was he expecting something else...?'
Although he was disappointed a little, Milliardo knew this was a better course than his dream. Neither of them were in any sort of shape to really enjoy anything thoroughly, and the last thing he wanted was to cause Quatre more unnecessary pain. 'It's a miracle that he still wants anything to do with me after everything I've done... But perhaps I really should consider his offer seriously...' "Okay... I'll think it over... Now what?" he asked since he was at a loss of what to do or say.
"Well, that's up to you, Mr. Peacecraft. We could go get something from the mess tent... Or if you want you can go back to sleep and return to that dream you were having." Quatre offered, and was curious as to the man's response. The fact that Milliardo had yet to let go of his arm encouraged him a great deal.
Milliardo also noticed that he was still holding onto the bruised arm, and for a moment he went over what he truly wanted. After a few seconds he lightly pulled the rebel closer and had him bring his face in closer. "I think I'd prefer the real thing..." he whispered as he finally closed the spaced between them in a gentle kiss.
Quatre leaned into the kiss, but didn't push for anything more than the tender contact. He was more thrilled that Milliardo was acting on his own. He didn't have to use his empathy or flirt with him. He wasn't hiding behind an alias. Milliardo was kissing him because he wanted to. 'Allah... This is better than I could hope for...' he thought as he threaded his fingers through the long locks.
After a long very sensual moment, Quatre pulled away from the kiss and smiled. "Mmm.. So now what?" he whispered, still gently petting back the man's hair.
Enjoying the attention more than he thought possible, Milliardo wrapped his arms around the slender body. "I don't really care... I just don't want you to leave." he admitted, staring deeply into the aqua eyes watching him.
Sensing the faint desperation coupled with loneliness made Quatre's heart ache. Without prompting he moved to straddle the man's lap and made himself comfortable. He rested his head on Milliardo's shoulder as he held on firmly. "I'm not going anywhere, Mr. Peacecraft..." he whispered as he placed soft kisses to the man's neck.
Milliardo held on to the small frame like his life depended on it. It had been so long since he was simply held close just for sake of that gentle intimacy. In fact, the last time had been the school girl that the Arabian had posed as. He found himself starved for a little tenderness, so the moment he felt the attentive kisses being placed on his neck Milliardo was willing to do anything just to keep it.
The warmth and security it brought him was something he had never truly felt before. It was like it was the first time anyone had showed him any kindness without wanting something else in return. All that Quatre wanted was the kindness returned, which was a request Milliardo was more than willing to oblige now.
It felt good to hold onto the young rebel, like Milliardo was actually protecting him. 'Feels like it did with Cassie... Maybe I do have something left to protect...' he mused when he thought back to the conversation they had during a sunset. His hands slowly rubbed down the Arabian's back, and it made him smile when he felt Quatre doing the same to him. 'Quatre probably thinks he's protecting me... He probably is... Protecting me from myself...'
"Thank you, Mr. Winner." Milliardo found himself saying before he really knew what he was doing.
"Hmm.. For what?" Quatre asked between his kisses.
Gently pulling the youth away from him, Milliardo looked into the curious eyes and smiled. "Everything... You saved me again. Probably in more ways than one. And for still giving me this chance..."
"Shh..." Quatre cut in softly. "Don't say anything else. Just enjoy this." he told him quietly as he moved in for another kiss.
Responding readily to the gentle contact, Milliardo gave a soft hum of pleasure. 'Quatre's right... Just enjoy the moment... Just like he said back then...'
He had no idea what would happen afterwards, nor did he particularly care. All that Milliardo knew was that he felt content.
Perhaps even happy.
Perhaps.
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TBC
Aww.. Happiness~
Anywho, I will get this finished *determined pose*
And maybe finish the prequel so you know what the hell is going on.
Later~
