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Notes: "That's All" is by KMFDM. It's also industrial, but who's paying attention to that when there are three beautiful boys boinking each other stupid?
::read the vision map the system soon to look into the mind::
He woke up warm, with Milliardo Peacecraft pulling him close. He could feel the contours of the man's body pushing against his back, could hear him breathing.
"So you're awake," the blonde murmured into his hair.
Heero nodded.
"I suppose you're wondering why I'm keeping you."
Heero hesitated, then said, "I was taught not to ask questions that I didn't know the answer to."
::rediscover one another from abnormal points in time::
Silence. Then: "I didn't ask to be Treize's pet, you know." The tone was decidedly bitter. "My society is old, revered. His is not. To form an alliance with the man coming to power, they decided the best course would be to tie him to them.
"No one anticipated that he was gay." Heero felt the arms around him tighten.
::fascination wish a way to depart before they find::
"My family was bred specially for alliances--the Peacecrafts are known for their good looks. So. . ."
Heero nodded. "So they sent you to make sure that he'd stay under control."
A harsh laugh. "You'd be a good politician."
"It's the sort of decision I had to make daily--whore myself for food, or starve honorably."
::get defamed in isolation two plus one negate divine::
Heero sat quietly in the library. He'd had no formal schooling, but one of the kinder johns had taught him the basics of reading--had brought in the daily news and asked Heero to read it aloud. Now, given moments to himself, he was trying to decipher a book.
He'd never actually seen one before; just newspapers and magazines. The weight of it felt awkward in his hands.
The title had intrigued him, though: "Let's Put the Future Behind Us." [1]
He opened the first page, fingers grazing over the paper.
"There you are."
Milliardo Peacecraft stood in the doorway, looking at him reprimandingly. "I've been looking all over for you. What on earth are you doing here?"
::feed the vicious escalation never felt such close connection::
His mouth worked, but nothing came out.
Peacecraft walked over, brow furrowing. "You read?"
His cheeks heated. "N-not exactly."
Large hands settled over his. "What do you mean?"
"I-I didn't have any real education, but someone taught me how to read. I-This is the first time I've seen so many--" He gestured helplessly to the shelves of books around him.
::feel the fever-patch persuasion news-print news-peak nevermind::
The blonde's eyes were on him.
"I'm sorry. I won't come here again. It's just that it’s so quiet and--"
"Stay. I just wanted to make sure you weren't lost." Milliardo turned abruptly, walked a few steps and then turned back. "You'll have to tell me what you think of it."
::suffocation and delusion from what angle see the truth in::
Heero dreamed.
The sky was dark red, suffocating--falling on him, pushing him down, climbing inside him. No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't free himself. His wrists were chained--there was someone above him, laughing maniacally.
He screamed, woke up clawing at the covers.
Woke to find Milliardo Peacecraft gone.
He ran through the halls, bare feet icy from the cold stone. Their soft slapping noises were the only noises in the hall; everything was silent at this time of night.
A light.
Heero turned, running in the direction of the warm glow. It was receding. A lamp?
::at an angle point of friction free-fall tip-off destiny::
Stairs. He nearly fell down them, didn't expect them. Once he'd righted himself, the light was gone.
Alone in the dark, he continued down the stairs. He caught his foot on the stone--heard the sick tearing sound of ripped flesh, and knew that blood was welling up.
He hobbled along, to find a second set of stairs, and went down them as well.
The light was nearly blinding; he had to shield his eyes.
Milliardo Peacecraft sat silent upon a cushion in a basement Heero hadn't known had existed.
Treize Khushrenada stared impassively at him. The tension in the air was palpable.
Slowly, Heero retreated, hoping he hadn't been seen, and limped back to bed.
::i've got a fistful of money i'm down with the twist::
He awoke to someone shaking him.
"Let me see your foot," Milliardo Peacecraft said flatly, an icy tone in his voice that made Heero regret ever waking.
Slowly, he held out his foot, the uninjured one.
"The other foot, Heero."
He extended it. The blood had caked over while he slept, was a dull brown.
::there's plenty of ways no way to resist::
"How much did you hear?"
"Nothing."
Large hands engulfed his shoulders; he was shaken violently.
"Damn it, Heero, I can't help you if I don't know what you heard!"
"What do you mean?"
"You really didn't hear anything?"
"No, I swear."
The blonde relaxed slightly. "Good."
::every little thing is gonna be fine::
He was there the next night, listening.
Treize's voice: "Look, Winner says that you were there and I must say that the description of the boy he lost bears a stunning similarity to your new acquisition."
"Why would I go to some piss-poor brothel? Really, Treize."
"We can't locate this man Merquise. I want to make sure your hands are clean. I can't afford to lose this alliance. The other societies would eat me alive and you know it."
::what I like is gonna be mine::
"Maybe the boy's dead. Not everyone can survive Winner's *lovemaking*."
"The owner swears he sold the boy. He had the money to prove it."
Heero backed away, a cold shadow over his heart.
::i've got a fistful of money i'm high at risk::
He was in the library when Treize Khushrenada found him.
"Heero, wasn't it?" the man asked. The tone was casual, careless, but those eyes. . .
"Yes," he replied, trying not to shift under the other's gaze.
"I would watch my step if I were you," Khushrenada said. "Milliardo swears you aren't who we know you are, and for that reason, you can't afford to let anyone else see you. Especially since Winner will be coming here soon. I am not going to lose him to that idiot, and if I have to keep you to keep him, then I will. Understood?"
::there's plenty of ways I couldn't resist::
"Yes."
"Good. Now come here before I get bored with all this chatter. I'll show you to my rooms."
Heero winced as Treize hit another sore spot within him, then gasped as the man pushed all the way into him.
He thrashed powerlessly, as the man slammed into him repeatedly. He was facing the mattress, couldn't see anything except the hand stroking his cock.
::6 billion souls and one urge to live::
He didn't like it.
And when Treize came, knocking him down, making him come, he rolled out from under the man.
::i've got a fistful of money and nothing to give::
He crept back to his room, sore and tired. He opened the door, staggered to the bed and collapsed.
Collapsed on top of Milliardo Peacecraft.
::free the hostage situation taken as a simulation::
One look at the boy, and the man pulled him close, rolling them over so that they were side-by-side.
"What happened?"
::never was a war more real taken for a dollar bill::
Heero had found a way to see the room. From behind the stairs. No one knew he was there, as long as he was silent.
Treize Khushrenada was standing in the middle of the room. "Come here, Milliardo."
The blonde man walked over slowly. Heero had a perfect view of his perfect ass swaying gracefully from side to side.
"You understand, I'm sure," Milliardo said smoothly.
"I saw what happened to you and what had happened to him. Of course I understand. But we cannot keep him here. Some servant will say something."
Milliardo leaned closer to Treize. "Mine are trustworthy."
The man's forked eyebrows lifted. "Ah. Devotion. Are you devoted to me, Milliardo?"
::currency add more corruption added population problem::
"What a silly question."
Heero didn't know if it was silly because Milliardo was devoted or if it was silly because it wasn't.
Later that night, he felt arms slip around him.
"Heero."
::feeding hunger starve the weak news-print news-peak nevermind::
He turned to face Milliardo Peacecraft, meeting the icy blue stare.
The man was already naked and working on sliding off Heero's boxers.
::i've got a fistful of money i'm down with the twist::
A rush of air hit him; he gasped. Then a warm mouth on his cock, a tongue swirling circles at its base, licking the head.
::there's plenty of ways no way to resist::
He moaned, bucked upward, and came.
::every little thing is gonna be fine::
Milliardo Peacecraft leaned over him, then lay down, his face against Heero's chest; an arm and a leg pinning him in place.
::what I like is gonna be mine::
Tentatively, Heero reached out and stroked the blonde hair before wrapping his arms around the older man and falling asleep.
He awoke to an amused chuckle; Treize Khushrenada's. Milliardo stirred against him and looked over at the man.
"I'm always up for anything." He smirked at his innuendo.
::i've got a fistful of money i'm high at risk::
He felt Milliardo tense.
"Treize--"
"What's mine is yours, and what's yours is mine, isn't it, lover?" The man sat down on the edge of the bed, caressing Milliardo's hand gently, bringing his fingers to his lips.
::there's plenty of ways I couldn't resist::
There was a slow elegance to this; a grace that Heero hadn't seen the last time.
Treize took the tip of the forefinger into his mouth, licking it, nibbling it. Then the second finger. And the third. And the smallest.
He could feel Milliardo harden above him.
::6 billion souls and one urge to live::
The feeling of that cock, grinding against his own, weeping onto him. . . He squirmed.
::i've got a fistful of money and nothing to give::
"You must forgive me--I'm feeling overdressed," Treize murmured, slipping out of his ornate blue robe.
::hate in love desert in good favor::
Milliardo's hand found his and squeezed it gently.
::diversification of the current flavor::
"Kiss him," Treize said.
Milliardo's lips on his. He parted them, allowed the other man's tongue to slip in and explore what was there.
Then there were other hands on him, sliding up his leg.
::speak in tongues like empathy's son::
He was teasing Milliardo's nipple, and was fairly certain that it was Treize's face he was caressing.
"Don't worry," Milliardo mumbled against his lips, "there's lube on the nightstand."
"I'm one step ahead of you," he heard Treize reply.
::see the soul disengaging the sicker they come::
A cold, slippery finger penetrated him. He gasped, and realized Milliardo was grinding helplessly against him.
Treize must have been preparing them both at the same time.
::i've got a fistful of money i'm down with the twist::
Milliardo arched away from him, and his legs were over the other man's shoulders again. He watched, fascinated, as Treize slowly coated Milliardo's length with more of the lubricant.
::there's plenty of ways no way to resist::
Milliardo's head at his entrance; Treize behind him, holding the man's shoulders--and all of a sudden, he felt the friction that meant he was being taken.
::every little thing is gonna be fine::
Then, just when he thought Milliardo was all the way in, the man groaned, and slid in further.
Treize.
::what I like is gonna be mine::
Treize controlled the rhythm of the thrusts, pulling out of Milliardo as Milliardo pulled out of Heero; thrusting forward and burying his lover deep within the brown-haired boy.
::i've got a fistful of money i'm high at risk::
It started slowly, so slowly that Heero wriggled and whimpered.
::there's plenty of ways I couldn't resist::
But it built in rhythm until he could no longer take the feeling of Milliardo's muscular abdomen sliding over his cock. He came, then, the orgasm ripping through him.
::6 billion souls and one urge to live::
A few moments later, Milliardo came within him and collapsing, Treize coming within Milliardo and collapsing.
Heero realized belatedly that he was still penetrated.
::i've got a fistful of money and nothing to give::
When Milliardo slid out of him, he felt empty. The emptiness refused to fade even when Milliardo lay down beside him and gently caressed his upper arms.
::that's all::