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::i slipped away::
He awoke to blonde hair cascading over his face and back, long and silken. The other man was still asleep, a peaceful look on his sleeping face. Heero knew better than to move before the blonde man awoke, so he shut his eyes again.
::i slipped on a little white lie::
He felt fingertips gently brush his cheek, a voice purr, "Awake, Heero Yuy."
He reopened his eyes. The blonde had an odd expression on his face. "My lover will be coming back soon. You may wish to meet him."
Heero continued to stare at the man.
::We got heads on sticks::
Heero's eyes widened when he saw who Milliardo Peacecraft was referring to.
A ginger-haired man, tall and graceful. A face he recognized from the newspapers and television.
The most powerful man in the world, Treize Khushrenada.
::You got ventriloquists::
"Ah, Milliardo," the man sighed, gesturing for the blonde to step forward. Peacecraft did, but not without a moment's hesitation.
Something was not right.
Khushrenada kissed the man viciously, fists clenching around Peacecraft's shoulders until the knuckles turned white.
::We got heads on sticks::
After what seemed to be an eternity, the kiss--if it could be called that--ended.
"What's this?" Khushrenada asked, one forked eyebrow rising. "A present for me?"
Heero saw Peacecraft stiffen.
::You got ventriloquists::
In a second, Khushrenada was there, holding Heero's face in his hands, examining it.
"Very pretty, Milliardo, but not of your caliber." Heero thought he saw relief on the other man's face. "No."
::Standing in the shadows at the end of my bed::
"And a bit young for my taste," the man added. "Now, shall we continue where we left off?"
::Standing in the shadows at the end of my bed::
Heero was sleeping alone for the first time in two years when he heard it. A soft creak across the floor. His eyes snapped open, and he saw a shadow with long hair.
The air smelled like rust, and Heero knew.
He fumbled with the lamp for a few seconds before the light came on. Before he saw Milliardo Peacecraft covered in his own blood.
::Standing in the shadows at the end of my bed::
"Khushrenada?" Heero said, and Peacecraft shook his head.
"Reberba Winner," the blonde man said quietly.
And another realization dropped upon him.
::Standing in the shadows at the end of my bed::
Milliardo Peacecraft was simply a well-paid whore. No better than him.
Heero stood, the covers dropping from him to reveal a pair of flannel boxers, and gently escorted the man to the bathroom.
::Rats and children follow me out of town::
The blonde was shaking.
"First time that happened?" Heero asked quietly.
"Yes," he replied.
::Rats and children follow me out of town::
Heero smoothed bloody blonde strands from his forehead, and began to clean the wounds.
::Come on kids::