Disclaimer: I lay claim only to my family, cat, house and car.

Boys will be boys…..at least in this genre anyway. Nothing graphic. Just honest human desires and emotions, and a cat with a foot fetish. Enjoy!

Lancynth – Where do you post? Your message wiped out the website address.

Rascal

Chapter 19

The day had been a relaxing one, spent wandering the city, running their respective errands, stopping here and there along the way to have lunch or browse a shop. Milliardo could tell Heero wasn't much for shopping without a purpose, but he went along with Milliardo without complaint.

By the time they reached Milliardo's apartment, they just wanted to get off their feet before even considering dinner. Both were slouched into the sofa, staring off and lost in their own thoughts. It was Heero who spoke up first.

"How did you find out about my birthday?"

Milliardo smiled a Cheshire grin. What an odd thing to ask at this moment. Then again, that's just how he is.

"Are you surprised that I can track down such information, or that it was just your information in particular?"

Heero opened his mouth to say something, but then just shook his head and smiled, knowing Milliardo used his own words against him.

"You're an idiot."

"An idiot wouldn't have been able to find out when your birthday is."

"Seriously, how did you find out?"

Milliardo's smile grew at the stern, no nonsense voice.

"Seriously? It wasn't easy."

Heero waited but Milliardo didn't seem willing to elaborate any further.

"I have ways of making you talk."

Milliardo's eyebrows raised and he sat up a bit and leaned in, his lips brushing against Heero's as he whispered in a low, seductive voice, his lids at half mast. Heero felt his body warming from the simple attention immediately but held his ground.

"So make me, Yuy."

Heero remained perfectly still and then quicker than Milliardo could see, Heero reached up, one hand wrapping itself around Milliardo's neck while he tackled Milliardo to the sofa, their bodies stretched along the sofa. Heero hovered over the blonde, surprised he offered no resistance.

"Just tell me."

"You don't scare me."

Milliardo felt Heero's grip tighten just a fraction and he smiled. Two can play this game.

Milliardo wiggled his hand and Heero jumped at the unexpected sensation at his hip, and Milliardo took advantage, slipping his hand between Heero's legs and adopting a firm grip to match Heero's. He delighted in the crimson face and round eyes of the man above him and his smile curved.

"What's the matter? Suddenly not feeling so confident?"

Milliardo adjusted his grip and applied a more friendly pressure and he watched the shocked expression on Heero's face slowly morph into one of reluctant pleasure. His eyelids drooped to almost half-mast and the embarrassed crimson cheeks had faded to an enticing blush and the pursed lips had relaxed until they were open just enough for a quiet sigh.

Ever since Heero had spent the night at Milliardo's a few months back, their physical relationship had moved forward, but Heero was still hesitant about taking things any further than heavy petting and Milliardo was willing to wait for him to feel comfortable enough to have sex, but that didn't mean he wouldn't keep trying to convince him every opportunity he got.

Even now, he could see the desire burning in the darkening blue eyes, but he also saw the fear and as history had taught him, fear would win out. I know he trusts me, so he must have some other reason for holding back.

Heero was having a difficult time concentrating on anything other than the throbbing between his legs and the momentary relief Milliardo's hand offered every other moment. I should….go. I…should….

A soft voice was calling to him and he could see Milliardo's face below him regarding him with that slightly amused half smile. Why does he always have to look so beautiful? And his hand…..he's…gods damn it…..

"Milliardo…."

"Yes?"

The question was whispered in a husky voice that washed over Heero and made him shudder. Or perhaps it was the hand roaming up his shirt, tickling his warming flesh. Heero frowned. When did his other hand get free? Doesn't matter. I should….

"I….should…."

"You should kiss me."

Warm lips pressed against his and Heero responded automatically to the familiar feel and taste. When he finally regained his senses enough to realize what was happening he found himself under Milliardo, his shirt pushed up under his chin while Milliardo blazed a trail down his stomach with his tongue.

"….g…I…sh….ld…go….Mill…"

Milliardo's only response to Heero's mutterings was a low groan as his tongue delved into Heero's bellybutton. The ticklish sensation sent a jolt up Heero's spine and his eyes shot open as he gasped.

"Stop."

Heero raised his head to see Milliardo looking at him through his long blonde hair, hovering over his stomach with one hand poised to undo his pants.

"I should go."

Heero barely managed to choke the words out but Milliardo respected his wishes and backed up onto his heels allowing Heero to extricate himself from the sofa. But as he passed, Milliardo grabbed his arm and looked up at him, his mouth open as if to say something, but he never spoke a word. He lowered his head and let go of Heero's arm with a sigh.

Heero hesitated for the briefest of moments before heading for the door. I should have left earlier. It's unfair to him and I know I hurt him just now. But it felt so good I lost myself.

Heero's hands were shaking as he slipped on his shoes and he hoped Milliardo didn't notice. This is crazy. Why am I running away? He wants me and gods help me it felt so good. But….. Heero's chest felt tight like he couldn't breathe as his hand closed around the cold brass knob and opened the door.

"Stay with me."

Those three little words set Heero's body on fire and with his hand still grasping the doorknob he slowly turned to face Milliardo who was now standing several feet away, a hand gripping the cushiony edge of the sofa. He stood there, gazing into those blue eyes, his heart racing. I shouldn't be frightened of this….of….him…of surrendering. I want to be with him. Unable to articulate his thoughts, Heero simply let go of the doorknob, letting the door close behind him.

Just as the click of the door sounded, Heero was pushed up against the honey-colored wood as Milliardo pinned him, capturing his lips in a bruising kiss as greedy hands quickly found purchase under his shirt. Heero lost himself to the heat and passion, allowing Milliardo to strip him and guide him to the sofa where he was immediately buried once again.

"Mill….oh gods, yes….."

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Heero had been enjoying a dreamless sleep when he was awakened by a familiar tickling sensation. He groaned and refused to open his eyes, but he tried fending off his attacker in a groggy voice.

"Not now, you freak."

Heero's pillow stirred and made a sleepy inquisitive noise.

"Not you. Your cat with the foot fetish."

Heero shook his whole leg violently in the hopes of deterring the cat but a few seconds later he felt the rough tongue on his toes and he growled.

"That growl is so sexy."

"Go back to sleep."

"Should I be jealous of my cat?"

Another soft growl but Heero's voice was fading as he let himself fall back to sleep.

"He did kiss me first."

"Doesn't matter. What we did trumps that."

Heero chuckled sleepily.

"Agreed. Guess you have nothing to worry about."

Milliardo and Heero nestled back into the sofa, Heero laying on top of Milliardo with a blanket tossed over them and Rascal licking Heero's toes which were sticking out the very edge at the foot of the sofa.

To be continued…..

A/N: When I first put this chapter together, I thought that after all the slow build of the past 18 chapters, I rushed things a bit. But then I thought about real life and realized that once you reach that point in the relationship when it becomes physical, things tend to snowball. Whether you wait for an emotional attachment first or not, the physical aspect, for most in my experience, develops quickly, not needing the nurturing the emotional side does.

Anyway, I think that once Heero gave in to his physical needs and wants, even a little, it wouldn't take long for him to succumb completely. He is cautious and a little fearful, but he's reached the point of no return. He wouldn't have come this far if he didn't want to truly be with Milliardo.