Duo shifted restlessly in his bed, sleep nowhere in sight thanks to a certain commander of his. With a sigh, the GUNDAM pilot rolled out of bed and crept from the room as quietly and quickly as possible, not wanting to alert Wufei of his movements. For all he knew, his roommate would shoot him just for disturbing his sleep. For that matter, Heero would probably do the same thing.
Wandering through the halls of the Andromeda, Duo searched in vain for a place to relieve himself and had found none so far. The Mess Hall had a few midnight snack stragglers enjoying that days leftover meal before bed. The weight room had a few of the ninjas that were obviously restless. The Rec room was filled with the younger members of the crew playing games. The youngest, Rin and Shippo, were being taught a board game by one of the older kids. Duo didn’t stay long enough to figure out who it was.
“You look a little lost, Maxwell,” called a voice from behind. Duo whirled around to see his one time enemy made roommate; Zechs Marquis AKA Millardo Peacecraft. The taller, older boy didn’t hold as much elegance or poise as he did before the destruction of their home planet. Rather then standing up straight in immaculate uniform with not a hair out of place and a condescending look on his face, the 19 yr old slouched against one wall. His hair was a rat’s nest and his uniform, while clean, had definitely seen better days. His eyes were what had changed the most, though; condescending ice chips were replace with tired, worn, and red ice water.
Narrowing his chocolate brown eyes, Duo snapped, “What’s it to you?”
“Nothing much except that you woke me up,” replied the other pilot. When Duo’s eyes widened, he added, “No, you didn’t wake the others, just me. I’ve become a lighter sleeper then the norm.” From his pocket, the older lad pulled out a cardboard packet and tapped one of his cigarettes out of it.
“No smoking on board the ship, Millardo,” Rommie rang out from above.
“Piss off,” snapped the now thoroughly pissed off blonde as he replace his packet in his pocket. “Fucking AI,” he growled under his breath. Noticing the slight bulge in Duo’s pants, Zechs gestured towards it and commented, “So that’s why you’ve been wandering?”
“To quote you, ‘Piss off,’” snapped Duo.
“But if I do, then I can’t tell you about a place where you can get some privacy,” replied Zechs. “But if you insist.” Shoving off the wall with a grunt and turning to leave, he added, “I’m going back to bed. God knows I need it.”
“Wait!” cried Duo and Zechs looked back. The boy muttered something along the lines of ‘I can’t believe I’m doing this’ and said, “Don’t go.” After a pause in which Zechs raised an eyebrow, the 15 yr old added, “Could you show me this place or where you just being an ass?” Zechs was quiet for a while before nodding in assent.
Duo found himself being led down a random hallway in the ship, one he had never seen before, to an unused portion of the ship. Zechs opened a seemingly random door and Duo found himself in a plain, 8x8 room with a single cot in the corner and no windows. There was also an old key lock on the door.
“And how in the hells did you find this place?” Duo asked as Zechs dropped down into a corner.
“I was wandering aimlessly when I stumbled across it the other day,” replied the 19 yr old. “Spend most of my time here.”
“Doing what?” asked Duo, curious.
“Thinking,” replied Zechs offhandedly. Glancing up at the younger boy, he added, “Well, what’re you waiting for; an engraved invitation or something? Do what you gotta and leave.”
“What, with you in the room?” The lad gave the older boy a disbelieving look.
“Does it really matter, Maxwell?” asked the blonde, wearily annoyed. “Or do you need help.” When Duo gave him an odd look, the worn down 17 year old smirked and dragged himself to his feet, muttering “Stupid boy” under his breath.
"What was that?!" cried Duo, aggravated. Suddenly, he found himself pinned to the wall, Zechs face bare inches from his own. The pilot swallowed hard as he realized something. Zechs Marquis was a very good looking man; verging on beautiful. He also realized that there was a .50 caliber pistol pressed against his hip.
“What’s the matter?” asked Zechs, smirking. “You aren’t nervous, are you?” Duo leveled the older man with a glare. “Don’t give me that look, Duo.”
“Oh, and what look do you think I should give you, hmm?” asked the younger pilot. Then he noticed that Zechs was looking him in the eyes very intensely. “What?”
“Your eyes remind me of Relena’s,” the 19 yr old said softly. A look of sadness flitted briefly across his blue eyes as he added, “So innocent.” The pistol pressed against Duo’s hip harshly and he gasped aloud in pain.
“Fucking hell, Zechs,” growled out the brunette. “That’s hurts!” (A/N: Realize that Duo’s been trained to ignore pain so that shows just how hard Zechs was pushing that gun into his side.
“Says the masochist,” replied Zechs easily.
“I am not a masochist!” cried Duo indignantly.
“Your dick would say otherwise,” Zechs countered as he brushed it with his pistol. Duo gasped in surprise at the sensation and struggled to break free from the older boys grip. Zechs simply sled the young pilot across the wall into a corner, sufficiently pinning him in place.
“Let me go, Zechs,” Duo said as calmly as he could.
“Why?” The metal weapon brushed against Duo’s front and the slim lad moaned aloud. “You said you couldn’t do it yourself.”
“I said I couldn’t – ngh – do it with you in the room,” snapped Duo as the pistol brushed him again.
“No, you didn’t,” replied Zechs coolly.
“Screw you,” snapped Duo, realizing that he hadn’t said that.
“Now, that’s a curious demand,” Zechs said. Duo heard the loud click of a safety being turned off and felt relief in the form of his pants coming undone and being pushed past his hips. A moan slipped through is lips at the relief of release. Slender fingers brushedup the underside of his dick and he moaned more hoarsly.
Zechs was surprised at his fellow pilots sensetivity. It was actually turning him on. He listened to Duo's gasping moans, growing continually aroused, as he stroked the young man harder and faster. The 15 yr oldcried out as he reached his climaz and burst forth all over Zechs hand and uniform.
Looking up at the taller lad, Duo coraked, "What the hell was that?"
"There's a bathroom down the hall where you can clean up," Zechs said gruffly as he stalked away to the other side of the room. Duo gave him an odd look, but left to find the bathroom. As the door swung shut, Zechs ripped open his pants and quickly brought himself over. Dropping to his knees, panting; the lad leaned against the wall and thought.
"Rommie, where did Duo go tonight?"
"He went with Millardo to an unused room. Millardo helped him out with a...problem."
"...I see.”