Given that Renald (and by extension, all those he dealt with) were scumbags, one still had to give his chief subordinate, Liza Preston, grudging credit for her impeccable taste. She held the penthouse suite in a gorgeous high rise on the warm Miami shore and was rumored to be one of the few people that he still met face to face. Once Heero and Duo had found out about her, they knew it was just a matter of time until Renald came to see her and fell right into their hands.

Just a matter of time. Just a matter of two weeks of doing incredibly boring surveillance and listening to Preston argue with her decorator, her secretary, the maid, the cook and even the fire inspector. Just a matter of taking turns on twelve hour shifts, waiting for some news of Renald's arrival to pass through Preston's networks. Just a matter of two weeks of escalating frustration because both agents couldn't be distracted at once. Finally, late last night, Renald had contacted Preston. It was Heero's shift, but Duo was awake (if barely so) and in the kitchen with him. They had been discussing the merits of ibuprofen versus aspirin when the signal light for Preston's phone went off. Heero dutifully patched in to the conversation and got the best news he had had in the last three weeks. Renald was coming to visit. He would absolutely, without a doubt, be there next week and he would be bringing a merchandise sample and his best customer with him. When the phone clicked off, Duo had let off a muted whoop of success as Heero e-mailed headquarters with the news. The pressure was off. They would keep monitoring Preston until the meeting occurred, just in case plans changed, but the worst of the urgency was gone. Now the most urgent thing was a night of sleep in each other's arms, a pleasure they hadn't been able to indulge in since the start of this accursed mission.

The next morning, Heero awoke to find himself alone in the king-size bed. One of the benefits of tracking the rich and powerful was that the surveillance equipment usually got set up in a very good neighborhood. For this mission, he and Duo were in a suite on the tenth floor of a nice hotel. It had large windows, a clear view of Preston's penthouse and very discreet service, all of which were useful features for an undercover mission. Stretching and yawning, Heero got up to inspect the closet. He wasn't quite sure how the fuzzy white bathrobes helped the mission, but he wasn't going to complain. He pulled one off the hangar and cinched it about his waist, noting that Duo must have done the same thing when he got up.

Hm, Duo. Now where had he gone off too? Heero had been looking forward to an early morning snuggle that would probably have turned into something more. Well, he couldn't have gotten too far; his shoes were still on the floor by the bed. The damp towel on the rack testified to him having already taken a shower. While he was there, Heero pocketed the lube from the countertop in hopes that he would get to use it when he found Duo. The kitchenette was empty. So was the breakfast nook with the surveillance gear, although Heero noted that the tapes in the cameras were freshly changed. That pretty much only left the balcony. The latch on the door was open, allowing Heero to smoothly slide it to the side. He stepped out onto the balcony and found his missing lover.

Duo was curled up on the chaise lounge in his robe, scrutinizing the newspaper in between sips of tea. He looked up when he heard the door open and smiled at Heero's more-mussed-than-usual hair and mildly groggy expression. "Morning, love," he said. "Sleep well?"

Heero walked over and planted a kiss on Duo's upturned forehead. "Next to you, who wouldn't? But what got you out of bed so early?"

"There's nothing else quite like an April morning in Miami, that's what. I mean, just look," he put down his newspaper and stood, walking to the railing of the balcony. He ran his hands lightly over the smooth painted wood and leaned forward to let the sun and breeze play on his face.

Heero decided Duo was right. It was beautiful out. The balcony's southern exposure let sunlight pour in and generously coat everything around him. The breeze teased the loose strands in Duo's braid and the sky was clear with only a few wispy clouds out over the ocean. If he breathed deep enough, Heero could swear he smelled the salt of the ocean. The view was gorgeous, too. It wasn't the gleaming glass of nearby skyscrapers or the gardens below the hotel, though. Heero was entrance by the uplifted curve of Duo's butt as he bent even further forward, reveling in the morning's glory.

Heero walked over and stood behind Duo, looking out over his shoulder and resting one large hand on Duo's hip. "Yeah, I bet you can see for five miles from up here," he said, leaning forward to lightly rub his half-hard morning erection against Duo's firm rear.

At the contact, Duo stood and turned to face Heero, draping his arms over Heero's shoulders. He leaned his forehead against Heero's and smirked. "Y'know, if we can see for five miles, that means everyone within five miles can see us." Duo didn't particularly mind that, but he knew it would drive Heero wild. Something about sex in public turned Heero on unbelievably. He loved to flaunt the fact that he was getting some, loved to defy anyone to do anything to stop him. Maybe it was all those years of sacrificing everything for the mission. Or maybe he just liked to show off. Whatever the reason behind it, Duo found it a completely endearing kink.

Heero pressed into Duo until his butt was against the balustrade and thrust his hips lightly into Duo's. "Well, then, let's give them a good show," Heero said. He backed off a bit with his hips, far enough that he could worm his hand between the two of them and into Duo's robe. He tugged on the tie until it fell open and brushed the robe aside to reveal Duo's bare skin and reach for his growing erection. He teased around Duo's shaft and then lower to gently fondle his balls. Duo's head tilted back, trailing his braid off the balcony, and his lips parted in appreciation of Heero's touch.

Duo spread his legs a bit to give Heero better access. When Heero's teasing fingers stroked his entrance, his back arched and he purred with delight. "Hell yeah, take me all the way, Heero." He straightened and brushed Heero's hand aside to reach in Heero's robe and lure his hard cock out past the robe and his boxers. He crouched at mouth level with what was by now an impressive erection. "Now," kiss "did you" lick "bring the lube" kiss "or are we" kiss "going to" lick "have to" kiss "improvise?" He finished that statement by tracing his tongue along a vein on Heero's shaft.

Heero fought for control as he fumbled in the pocket of his robe for the much-used tube. "Always come prepared. Or come in someone who is prepared."

Duo grinned wolfishly at that. He stood and dropped his robe, then bent over the railing. He propped himself up on his elbows and spread his legs. Heero raised his eyebrows at the delectable sight. Duo looked back over his shoulder and wiggled his rear invitingly, "C'mon, Heero. Right here, just like this. I want the sun on my face, the breeze in my hair and you in my ass."

Heero muttered an awed curse and struggled to get the top of the tube open. As Duo watched with a sexy smirk on his face, Heero liberally coated his fingers and cock in the slippery stuff. He was so turned on already; it was a struggle not to lose it as he lubed himself up. Finally, he was adequately prepared and he moved his attention to Duo's sexy backside. Very gently, he began stretching the tight little ring at Duo's entrance. It gradually opened for him, allowing him to work his questing fingers ever deeper. He carefully massaged the inside of Duo's passage, rubbing the slickness on his fingers into the tissue there until Duo was thrusting back to meet his strokes.

Finally, Duo groaned, "God Heero. I am so ready for you. Give it to me!" Heero smiled, positioning his tip against Duo's entrance and braced his hands on Duo's hips. Slowly, deliberately, he pushed forward into the other's warm embrace. Duo sighed with pleasure as Heero stretched and filled him deep inside. When Heero was sunk in to the hilt, he clenched his inner muscles, drawing a pleased gasp from his lover. Heero responded by moving one hand up to tweak at a sensitive nipple and slowly thrusting into Duo. With the constant motion came constant friction along his shaft and Duo's passage. Every so often, the head of Heero's cock prodded Duo's prostate, setting off stars behind his eyes. Duo grunted his pleasure and ground back into Heero who in turn gasped at the feel of Duo squirming around his length.

Heero's hand slid off of Duo's nipple and down his torso. He gently cupped at Duo's balls before stroking at the underside of his cock. Duo's eyes squeezed shut and Heero's mouth fell open as they were caught up in a storm of sensation. Heero started thrusting more rapidly and Duo began grinding his own hard cock insistently against the hand surrounding it. Every time Heero moved, Duo was rubbed inside and out and every time Duo moved, a firestorm of pleasure raged in Heero's groin. They spiraled higher and higher, thrusting frantically against each other until the pleasure became too intense to bear. Heero fell first, convulsing for what seemed an eternity in Duo's welcoming warmth. His hand spasmed on Duo's cock, sending the other over the edge in a literal way as he ejaculated in an arc over the side of the balcony.

After a brief eternity, Heero's senses came back to him and he gently withdrew himself from Duo, who was leaning heavily against the balustrade. He pulled up on his lover's shoulders and then tugged the dazed man onto the lounge chair with him. They curled around each other in a loose embrace, savoring the afterglow. After a long while, Heero ran a lazy finger down the middle of Duo's chest and said, "There's nothing like an April morning in Miami, but Miami has nothing on having you."

Duo gave a contented smile and said, "That's the nice thing about putting on a show. You get to do encores and see reruns." He was right. The surveillance camera caught the whole thing on tape.