(fic) Drabbles - Gundam Wing
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Heero licked his lips and ran his hands over her smooth curves. She was beautiful. He had desired her for months, but he couldn´t allow himself near her. But now she was his and only his. He won´t share her with anybody. She was his prize. Eyes shining with passion, he watched the dance of shadows on her body, on the wonderful curves, on-
"Heero," sounded the voice of his lover through the intercom in the garage, breaking through his dream-like haze. "Stop fondling the motorbike for a moment and come up. Dinner is ready."
The End
===
Death in the Family
"Hullo?" Heero mumbled sleepily as he picked up the receiver.
"He´s dead," came the grave reply.
Heero blinked. "Duo?"
"I took care of him for years, loved him, made him part of my life. And he dies on me!"
"Huh?" the Japanese man replied intelligently.
"My Beetle! The mechanic told me that he was terminally ill but I never thought the end would come so fast." Heero heard Duo blow his bangs from his face in frustration. "Now I´m stuck in a place called Mohoney Peak! Can you pick me up?"
Heero rolled his eyes. "Baka!"
The End
===
Do I Look Like...
"Duo, do I look like-"
Duo raised his hands. "Yes, it´s all my fault. The washing machine hates me. I should stay away from it!"
"-an idiot to you?" Heero finished.
"Huh?"
"Do you think that ruining all my clothes-" Heero waved the oversized shirt at Duo "-will get you out of doing laundry?" Duo meeped as the Japanese boy thrust a basket full of dirty clothes in his arms. "Here, and this time be more careful. There are some shirts of yours in there too."
Duo pouted. And his plan seemed to be working so well.
The End
===
Do I Look Like a Midget?
"Duo?"
"Yes?" Duo answered, not tearing his eyes from the computer game.
"Do I look like a midget to you?"
The braided boy blinked. What was it with Heero and weird questions lately? "No."
The Japanese boy pulled out the thing he was hiding behind his back. "Then why are all my pullovers child sized now?" He waved the tiny little thing in front of Duo. "How many times do i have to tell you that you - Do. Not. Put. Wool. In. The. Washing. Machine!"
Duo sweatdropped. "Uh… well… you WERE looking for a gift for Sally´s newborn, right?"
The End
===
Do I Look Like Relena?
"Duo?" Heero said as he stepped into the living room.
"That´s me!" answered the braided boy, lifting his eyes from his book.
"Do I look like Relena to you?"
"Huh?" Duo stared at him, confused, but seeing his lover´s serious expression, decided to indulge him. "No."
"Then why are all my t-shirts pink?" He pulled his formerly crisp white shirt from behind his back and waved the pink monstrosity in front of Duo´s nose. "Duo, how many times did I tell you to sort out the clothes before washing them?!"
Duo meeped and hid behind his book.
The End
===
Don´t Ask
"...but I would take this one. What do you...?" Duo turned to Heero, his finger pointed at the two kinds of lubricant, only to find that Heero wasn´t beside him anymore. Instead, a violet-haired punk dressed in leather grinned at him, showing his pierced tongue.
"I wouldn´t mind trying it with you," the punk leered, disrobing him with his eyes.
Duo meeped and made a hasty retreat. Catching up with Heero two aisles away, he grabbed his hand tightly. When Heero looked at him, he waved his hand. "Don´t ask."
Heero shook his head. "Baka."
The End
===
Dreaming
Treize sat on his bed, his back propped against the headboard, a sour expression on his face. He watched Wufei toss and turn on their bed, his arms and legs always in motion, kicking, hitting, jabbing. Treize winced, rubbing his bruised flesh. His patience was wearing thin on him. A sharp elbow in his private parts was the last straw. He jumped out of the bed, taking his blanket and pillow with him. The couch had lumps but offered peace and calm.
With a last glance at his restless lover he swore: "Never again will you watch Xena before bedtime."
The End
===
Force of Nature
Heero huffed as Duo pounced on him, throwing both of them backwards onto the couch.
"Let’s play." Duo´s eyes sparkled with mischief as he straddled his lover.
Heero looked up at him, his eyes narrowing with suspicion, as he caught the longhaired boy´s wandering hands in his. "Duo, did you raid your secret cookie stash again?"
Duo nodded happily as he bounced energetically. "Let’s play!" he repeated with enthusiasm and pulling out of his lover´s grasp, he started unbuttoning his shirt.
Heero rolled his eyes and groaned. Duo Maxwell on a sugar high was an unstoppable force of nature.
The End
===
Gotcha!
Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz…Bzzzzzzzzzzzzz…
Smack. Ringing in right ear.
Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz…Bzzzzzzzzzzzzz…
Duo huffed in irritation, then sat up in bed and switched the bedside lamp on. The bzzzzzzzzzzing sound had stopped so the little beast must be hiding somewhere… Narrowing his eyes, Duo tried to find the devil´s creature in the dim light.
There!
Smack!
" OUCH!" Heero screamed, sitting up on his side of the bed and rubbing his cheek. "What are you doing?!"
"Gotcha!" Duo smiled gleefully, holding the mosquito between his thumb and the forefinger.
"Baka!"
The End
===
I Hate You
"I hate YOU," Duo screamed as another contraction tore through him. "I hate you, I hate you, I hateyouhateyouhateyouuuuuuuuuuu." The scream went over into a wail. He gripped my hand so tight that I almost heard my bones break.
When the contraction was finally over, he lay there, panting, sweat dripping from his forehead, one arm curled around his distended belly. I dried his flushed face with a small hand towel. He looked at me, eyes narrowed. "Next time, it´s YOU who is carrying the baby!"
I sweatdropped. Adoption was beginning to sound appealing to me.
The End
===
I Know the Way
"… now take the first turning on the right," Duo said, his face buried in the map.
Heero did as he was told.
"Then the first on the left."
Heero sighed then turned left, blinked and hit the brakes. "Duo? Are you sure you know where we´re going?"
"Of course," Duo answered, not lifting his head from the map.
Heero cleared his throat and Duo looked up, blinking stupidly at the wall they were facing. "Impossible, this says…"
Heero leaned closer and looked at the map. "BAKA! This is the map of New York and we´re in Connecticut!"
Duo sweatdropped.
The End
===
Kill Kill Kill
A crash, the sound of glass breaking.
Duo stormed into the kitchen and raised his eyebrows, seeing his lover half sitting, half lying among the shards of the blue bowl he liked so much. "What-"
Before Duo could finish, Heero caught one of his legs, lifted it, throwing Duo off balance in the process, and snatched away his slipper. "Heero!" he cried out, his arms flailing.
But Heero was already across the kitchen and had started to smash something on the floor over and over again with the slipper.
Catching his balance, Duo blinked. "Heero..?"
Heero glared. "I hate spiders."
The End
===
Little Blond Riding Hood
"Geez!" Duo huffed, snapping close the book he was reading.
"What´s wrong?" Heero asked, stirring the soup on the stove.
"Little Red Riding Hood!" Seeing Heero´s confusion, he continued: "I´ve got a suspicion that she was blonde. Seeing the wolf, she wondered why he had such big eyes and ears and teeth, but the fact that he was hairy all over somehow escaped her. Either she was blind, or I would really hate to see what her grandma looked like if she could confuse her with a hairy beast!"
Heero rolled his eyes. 'Duo and his new fairy tale obsession...' he thought.
The End
===
Mission: Impossible
Heero sneaked a peek to the right, then another to the left. No one in sight. Stealthily he moved forward. There, his target was in sight. Now he only had to find the right one.
"What are you doing, Heero?" Duo peeked over his shoulder.
The Japanese man jumped almost a foot high. "DUO!"
Duo blinked, astonished by the reaction. "What are you doing?"
Heero mumbled something, looking away.
"What did you say?"
Heero leaned closer and whispered something in Duo´s ear.
"WHAT??? YOU´RE BUYING TAMPONS FOR LADY UNE???"
Everyone in the store looked in their direction.
"BAKA!!!"
"Ouch, not the braid!"
The End
===
Monster
"Duo? What are you doing?" Heero asked, an expression of utter confusion on his face, as he saw Duo kneel among the wet clothes strewn on the laundry room floor, head stuck in the now empty washing machine, muttering soft curses to himself.
"I´ve put five pairs of white socks and three pairs of green ones in it and what I got back are seven white socks and five green ones," Duo´s voice echoed through the metal machine. He then sat back and looked at Heero, his face completely serious. "Heero, our washing machine is a sock eating monster."
Heero blinked.
The End
===
Ogling Forbidden
"… no way! These jeans are too tight!" Heero protested as Duo pushed him out of the tiny fitting room.
"They are not!" Duo assured him.
Heero started to protest again when someone suddenly wolf-whistled. He turned around to see a grinning girl give him the thumbs up sign. He blushed. Realizing that the whole shop was staring at his firm behind, he blushed even more.
That was when Duo started to push him back into the cubicle. "You´re right," Duo said, glaring at their audience. "These jeans are way too tight! We will buy you a nice baggy sweat pants instead!"
The End
===
Ping and Plop
"Heero, your TV isn´t working," Quatre shouted.
Calmly, Heero walked into the livingroom and headed directly for the TV set. He pushed the ON button, held it until the TV went "ping", then propped the button with a match he took from a box lying nearby. He waited for a while then hit the TV a couple of times from the side until the screen went "plop" and pictures appeared.
Quatre sweatdropped watching the whole procedure, then asked the most logical question: "Why don´t you buy a new one?"
Heero shrugged. "Duo likes this one."
Quatre sweatdropped again.
The End
===
Restocking
"Quatre, we´re going shopping," Duo said bursting into Quatre´s office at WEI.
"Huh?" the blond man asked as he tore his eyes away from his computer screen.
"Heero went on a mission for the Preventers, so I need to restock."
"Restock what? Bandages? Medication?"
"No, strawberry ice cream for my lonely nights."
Quatre sweatdropped.
The End
===
Right There
"Yes... yes, that´s it. Right there. Yes. No, a little bit to the right. Yes, you´re getting there, you´re getting there... up, up - yes. Yes! Now move forward. No. You´re doing it all wrong, Heero. You are putting too much force into it. Make shorter, smaller moves. Now slowly in my direction. Slo~owly. Stop. Yes, right there! That´s the spot! Ye- No~o. Heero! How difficult can it be?"
"Dammit, Duo, if you think it´s that easy we can trade places. I will watch the TV and you can run around with that stupid antenna!"
The End
===
Run - Quatre
You run. The candle in your hand the only source of light in the dark, empty corridor. Hot wax burns your skin, but you don´t notice.
You run away from the wandering hands, the hot deep kisses, the painful foreign desire that burns in your belly.
You open the door at the corridor´s end and there he stands. Tall and proud. The devil himself. Your damnation. He regards you with his one visible green eye coldly. You shudder.
And before you can scream, he bares his sharp fangs and buries them in your neck.
You´ve been caught. And the darkness covers you.
The End
===
Run - Trowa
He is running from you. Do you hear him? His bare feet slap on the cold stone.
He is scared - of you, of his own feelings, of the things he hadn´t known before, of the hot painful desire you brought to the surface.
You watch him, always one step ahead of him.
He opens the door leading to his freedom, and you are there. He gasps, the candle falling from his nerveless fingers. And before he can scream, you bury your fangs into his smooth white neck. His blood is rich, sweet.
He´s yours. And the darkness follows you.
The End
===
Scary
"… and then you chop the fresh green leaves and dump them into the heated sunflower oil in the pan," Heero mumbled as he watered the plants.
Suddenly, a braided head peeked over his shoulder. "What are you doing, love?"
"Explaining how to make a vegetarian omelet," answered the Japanese man.
"Oh? And to whom?"
"To the plants."
Duo sweatdropped. "Uh... Hee-bear, I told you to *talk* to the plants, not to scare them to death!"
The End
===
Simple Solution
"GOD DAMN IT!" Heero screamed with rage and throwing the screwdriver at the table, he stamped his foot.
"Huh?" Duo inquired as he looked up from the book he was reading.
"I´ve tried everything and this piece of crap is NOT WORKING!" Fuming, Heero hit the computer with his fist.
Duo blinked, laid the book aside and got up. Heero eyed Duo suspiciously as the braided man walked around the computer desk, bent down and picked something up off the floor. "Er, Heero, what about putting this-" he lifted the cable, "into the socket?"
Heero sweatdropped.
The End
===
The Accent
The old professor sat on the bench in the park. He was feeding the ducks in the pond and listening to the heated conversation of the two boys sitting nearby. When the Japanese one stood up and with a "Sit tight!" order (enforced with a glare) left his braided companion, the Englishman gave in to his curiosity, stood up and went over to him.
"My dear boy, your accent intrigues me," he said. "May I ask where you come from? Eastern Europe? Maybe Russia?"
The boy blinked at him owlishly with tired, red-rimmed eyes. "Daz notten assent. Daza cold!"
The professor sweatdropped.
The End
===
The Cute, Fluffy... Evil Little Things >.<
Did you know that Quatre wears slippers? They are cute and fluffy. Neon pink bunnies, yep, that´s what they look like. He looks really cute in them. Did I mention that they are cute?
He leaves them next to the bed. My side of the bed. It´s closer to the bathroom and it´s more convenient for him. He just hops on the bed, kicks them off and climbs over to his side. Then we snuggle together and sleep with contented smiles on our faces.
And in the morning, when I´m getting up, I trip over them. Every day.
Evil little things!
The End
===
The Dinner
"I´m ho-"
When Heero entered the kitchen, his jaw hit the floor. Flour, broken eggs and something green were everywhere. And among this mess, an even messier Duo sat on the floor, crying like the end of the world was coming.
"Duo? What´s wrong?"
Violet eyes looked at him. "Made you dinner."
Heero made his way to the bubbling pot, determined to praise it even if it would kill him. He took a spoon and carefully tasted the unidentified mass. "Great chicken," he said after chewing thoroughly.
Duo started to wail again. "It was supposed to be macaroni and cheese!"
Heero sweatdropped.
The End
===
The Duel
Eyes meet, heated glances are exchanged, steel clashes on steel. Two duelists in a fight for everything. Attack, jump to the side, attack again. Sweat running down their naked chests. Then in a flash, one sword goes flying through the air, hitting the ground with a metal clang. The duelist is disarmed. He falls to his knees, panting wildly, the tip of his opponent´s sword touching his neck.
A glare meets an amused smirk. The Dragon is defeated.
"It´s up to you to wash the dishes today, Dragon," the winner with the forked eyebrows says, triumph coloring his voice.
"Injustice."
The End
===
The Good Samaritan
***The whole "church" thing was Folly´s idea! Thank you for giving my muse a kick in the butt ^_~***
"You didn´t need to come with me, Heero," Duo said, his hand on the handle of the church door.
"Oh yes, I did."
"Why?"
"To protect the innocent," Heero stated gravely.
"Huh?"
Half an hour later.
"Halleluuuuuuuuuuuuuuujah, Halleluuuuuuuuuuuuujah," the song echoed through the church.
An old lady sitting next to Heero gave the Japanese man an odd look, and he followed her gaze to where his hand was clamped over Duo´s pouting mouth. The braided young man was giving Heero a sullen look.
Heero smiled warmly at the woman. "Trust me, ma'am, you don´t want to hear him sing."
The End
===
The Last of the Mohicans
*swat swat swat*
*swat swat swat*
*SWAT SWAT SWAT*
Heero swore. What was the baka doing now?
He entered the kitchen and blinked, seeing Duo jump around, a flyswatter in his hand, waving it around like the Indians did their tomahawks, doing the *swat swat swat* thing again.
"Duo? What should this Old West imitation mean?" At the same moment, a fly zipped around Heero, and through the open door into the living room.
Duo gave out a war cry and followed it, almost knocking his lover to the ground.
Heero rolled his eyes. Duo Maxwell, the Last of the Mohicans.
The End
===
The Shower-Horror
When Heero heard the water start in the shower, he groaned silently, then he clenched his teeth. Any moment now. Yes.
The screeching sound started. It was like nails on a blackboard, or stepping on a cat's tail. Heero felt the hair stand up on his neck and his arms. He cringed and gritted his teeth. Finally, when tears gathered in his eyes, he couldn´t take it anymore. He got up from the couch and stormed into the little bathroom.
His face contorted in fury, he yelled: "Duo! Stop singing or I swear I will gag you!"
The End
===
What?!
Duo blinked, then squinted. He moved the box closer to his eyes, then away again. He scratched his head, then shrugged and read aloud: "No cockring needed."
Heero, standing just two feet away, his basket full of groceries, almost choked hearing him say such a thing out loud in the middle of a busy market. "What?!"
"Well, this says that." Duo waved with the box.
"Gimme that!" Heero grabbed the box, looked at the small text, then read it aloud too: "No cooking needed!"
Duo meeped, blushing.
Heero glared at him. "I swear, Duo, if you don´t start wearing your glasses...."
The End
===
What a Tragedy
". and then he. and she was. and." Duo sobbed, curled up on the couch, head pressed into the well muscled chest of his lover.
Heero laid one arm around Duo´s shaking shoulders and handed him a handkerchief. He sighed as more tears came, wetting the front of his shirt. It was the same, every time.
The braided man blowed his nose loudly, looking at Heero with red, swollen eyes, blinking owlishly. "That was so saaaaaaa~ad," he started to wail again, hiding his face against the wet shirt.
Heero rolled his eyes. "We are never EVER watching Bambi again!"
The End
===
What a Tragedy II
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Heero licked his lips and ran his hands over her smooth curves. She was beautiful. He had desired her for months, but he couldn´t allow himself near her. But now she was his and only his. He won´t share her with anybody. She was his prize. Eyes shining with passion, he watched the dance of shadows on her body, on the wonderful curves, on-
"Heero," sounded the voice of his lover through the intercom in the garage, breaking through his dream-like haze. "Stop fondling the motorbike for a moment and come up. Dinner is ready."
The End
===
Death in the Family
"Hullo?" Heero mumbled sleepily as he picked up the receiver.
"He´s dead," came the grave reply.
Heero blinked. "Duo?"
"I took care of him for years, loved him, made him part of my life. And he dies on me!"
"Huh?" the Japanese man replied intelligently.
"My Beetle! The mechanic told me that he was terminally ill but I never thought the end would come so fast." Heero heard Duo blow his bangs from his face in frustration. "Now I´m stuck in a place called Mohoney Peak! Can you pick me up?"
Heero rolled his eyes. "Baka!"
The End
===
Do I Look Like...
"Duo, do I look like-"
Duo raised his hands. "Yes, it´s all my fault. The washing machine hates me. I should stay away from it!"
"-an idiot to you?" Heero finished.
"Huh?"
"Do you think that ruining all my clothes-" Heero waved the oversized shirt at Duo "-will get you out of doing laundry?" Duo meeped as the Japanese boy thrust a basket full of dirty clothes in his arms. "Here, and this time be more careful. There are some shirts of yours in there too."
Duo pouted. And his plan seemed to be working so well.
The End
===
Do I Look Like a Midget?
"Duo?"
"Yes?" Duo answered, not tearing his eyes from the computer game.
"Do I look like a midget to you?"
The braided boy blinked. What was it with Heero and weird questions lately? "No."
The Japanese boy pulled out the thing he was hiding behind his back. "Then why are all my pullovers child sized now?" He waved the tiny little thing in front of Duo. "How many times do i have to tell you that you - Do. Not. Put. Wool. In. The. Washing. Machine!"
Duo sweatdropped. "Uh… well… you WERE looking for a gift for Sally´s newborn, right?"
The End
===
Do I Look Like Relena?
"Duo?" Heero said as he stepped into the living room.
"That´s me!" answered the braided boy, lifting his eyes from his book.
"Do I look like Relena to you?"
"Huh?" Duo stared at him, confused, but seeing his lover´s serious expression, decided to indulge him. "No."
"Then why are all my t-shirts pink?" He pulled his formerly crisp white shirt from behind his back and waved the pink monstrosity in front of Duo´s nose. "Duo, how many times did I tell you to sort out the clothes before washing them?!"
Duo meeped and hid behind his book.
The End
===
Don´t Ask
"...but I would take this one. What do you...?" Duo turned to Heero, his finger pointed at the two kinds of lubricant, only to find that Heero wasn´t beside him anymore. Instead, a violet-haired punk dressed in leather grinned at him, showing his pierced tongue.
"I wouldn´t mind trying it with you," the punk leered, disrobing him with his eyes.
Duo meeped and made a hasty retreat. Catching up with Heero two aisles away, he grabbed his hand tightly. When Heero looked at him, he waved his hand. "Don´t ask."
Heero shook his head. "Baka."
The End
===
Dreaming
Treize sat on his bed, his back propped against the headboard, a sour expression on his face. He watched Wufei toss and turn on their bed, his arms and legs always in motion, kicking, hitting, jabbing. Treize winced, rubbing his bruised flesh. His patience was wearing thin on him. A sharp elbow in his private parts was the last straw. He jumped out of the bed, taking his blanket and pillow with him. The couch had lumps but offered peace and calm.
With a last glance at his restless lover he swore: "Never again will you watch Xena before bedtime."
The End
===
Force of Nature
Heero huffed as Duo pounced on him, throwing both of them backwards onto the couch.
"Let’s play." Duo´s eyes sparkled with mischief as he straddled his lover.
Heero looked up at him, his eyes narrowing with suspicion, as he caught the longhaired boy´s wandering hands in his. "Duo, did you raid your secret cookie stash again?"
Duo nodded happily as he bounced energetically. "Let’s play!" he repeated with enthusiasm and pulling out of his lover´s grasp, he started unbuttoning his shirt.
Heero rolled his eyes and groaned. Duo Maxwell on a sugar high was an unstoppable force of nature.
The End
===
Gotcha!
Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz…Bzzzzzzzzzzzzz…
Smack. Ringing in right ear.
Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz…Bzzzzzzzzzzzzz…
Duo huffed in irritation, then sat up in bed and switched the bedside lamp on. The bzzzzzzzzzzing sound had stopped so the little beast must be hiding somewhere… Narrowing his eyes, Duo tried to find the devil´s creature in the dim light.
There!
Smack!
" OUCH!" Heero screamed, sitting up on his side of the bed and rubbing his cheek. "What are you doing?!"
"Gotcha!" Duo smiled gleefully, holding the mosquito between his thumb and the forefinger.
"Baka!"
The End
===
I Hate You
"I hate YOU," Duo screamed as another contraction tore through him. "I hate you, I hate you, I hateyouhateyouhateyouuuuuuuuuuu." The scream went over into a wail. He gripped my hand so tight that I almost heard my bones break.
When the contraction was finally over, he lay there, panting, sweat dripping from his forehead, one arm curled around his distended belly. I dried his flushed face with a small hand towel. He looked at me, eyes narrowed. "Next time, it´s YOU who is carrying the baby!"
I sweatdropped. Adoption was beginning to sound appealing to me.
The End
===
I Know the Way
"… now take the first turning on the right," Duo said, his face buried in the map.
Heero did as he was told.
"Then the first on the left."
Heero sighed then turned left, blinked and hit the brakes. "Duo? Are you sure you know where we´re going?"
"Of course," Duo answered, not lifting his head from the map.
Heero cleared his throat and Duo looked up, blinking stupidly at the wall they were facing. "Impossible, this says…"
Heero leaned closer and looked at the map. "BAKA! This is the map of New York and we´re in Connecticut!"
Duo sweatdropped.
The End
===
Kill Kill Kill
A crash, the sound of glass breaking.
Duo stormed into the kitchen and raised his eyebrows, seeing his lover half sitting, half lying among the shards of the blue bowl he liked so much. "What-"
Before Duo could finish, Heero caught one of his legs, lifted it, throwing Duo off balance in the process, and snatched away his slipper. "Heero!" he cried out, his arms flailing.
But Heero was already across the kitchen and had started to smash something on the floor over and over again with the slipper.
Catching his balance, Duo blinked. "Heero..?"
Heero glared. "I hate spiders."
The End
===
Little Blond Riding Hood
"Geez!" Duo huffed, snapping close the book he was reading.
"What´s wrong?" Heero asked, stirring the soup on the stove.
"Little Red Riding Hood!" Seeing Heero´s confusion, he continued: "I´ve got a suspicion that she was blonde. Seeing the wolf, she wondered why he had such big eyes and ears and teeth, but the fact that he was hairy all over somehow escaped her. Either she was blind, or I would really hate to see what her grandma looked like if she could confuse her with a hairy beast!"
Heero rolled his eyes. 'Duo and his new fairy tale obsession...' he thought.
The End
===
Mission: Impossible
Heero sneaked a peek to the right, then another to the left. No one in sight. Stealthily he moved forward. There, his target was in sight. Now he only had to find the right one.
"What are you doing, Heero?" Duo peeked over his shoulder.
The Japanese man jumped almost a foot high. "DUO!"
Duo blinked, astonished by the reaction. "What are you doing?"
Heero mumbled something, looking away.
"What did you say?"
Heero leaned closer and whispered something in Duo´s ear.
"WHAT??? YOU´RE BUYING TAMPONS FOR LADY UNE???"
Everyone in the store looked in their direction.
"BAKA!!!"
"Ouch, not the braid!"
The End
===
Monster
"Duo? What are you doing?" Heero asked, an expression of utter confusion on his face, as he saw Duo kneel among the wet clothes strewn on the laundry room floor, head stuck in the now empty washing machine, muttering soft curses to himself.
"I´ve put five pairs of white socks and three pairs of green ones in it and what I got back are seven white socks and five green ones," Duo´s voice echoed through the metal machine. He then sat back and looked at Heero, his face completely serious. "Heero, our washing machine is a sock eating monster."
Heero blinked.
The End
===
Ogling Forbidden
"… no way! These jeans are too tight!" Heero protested as Duo pushed him out of the tiny fitting room.
"They are not!" Duo assured him.
Heero started to protest again when someone suddenly wolf-whistled. He turned around to see a grinning girl give him the thumbs up sign. He blushed. Realizing that the whole shop was staring at his firm behind, he blushed even more.
That was when Duo started to push him back into the cubicle. "You´re right," Duo said, glaring at their audience. "These jeans are way too tight! We will buy you a nice baggy sweat pants instead!"
The End
===
Ping and Plop
"Heero, your TV isn´t working," Quatre shouted.
Calmly, Heero walked into the livingroom and headed directly for the TV set. He pushed the ON button, held it until the TV went "ping", then propped the button with a match he took from a box lying nearby. He waited for a while then hit the TV a couple of times from the side until the screen went "plop" and pictures appeared.
Quatre sweatdropped watching the whole procedure, then asked the most logical question: "Why don´t you buy a new one?"
Heero shrugged. "Duo likes this one."
Quatre sweatdropped again.
The End
===
Restocking
"Quatre, we´re going shopping," Duo said bursting into Quatre´s office at WEI.
"Huh?" the blond man asked as he tore his eyes away from his computer screen.
"Heero went on a mission for the Preventers, so I need to restock."
"Restock what? Bandages? Medication?"
"No, strawberry ice cream for my lonely nights."
Quatre sweatdropped.
The End
===
Right There
"Yes... yes, that´s it. Right there. Yes. No, a little bit to the right. Yes, you´re getting there, you´re getting there... up, up - yes. Yes! Now move forward. No. You´re doing it all wrong, Heero. You are putting too much force into it. Make shorter, smaller moves. Now slowly in my direction. Slo~owly. Stop. Yes, right there! That´s the spot! Ye- No~o. Heero! How difficult can it be?"
"Dammit, Duo, if you think it´s that easy we can trade places. I will watch the TV and you can run around with that stupid antenna!"
The End
===
Run - Quatre
You run. The candle in your hand the only source of light in the dark, empty corridor. Hot wax burns your skin, but you don´t notice.
You run away from the wandering hands, the hot deep kisses, the painful foreign desire that burns in your belly.
You open the door at the corridor´s end and there he stands. Tall and proud. The devil himself. Your damnation. He regards you with his one visible green eye coldly. You shudder.
And before you can scream, he bares his sharp fangs and buries them in your neck.
You´ve been caught. And the darkness covers you.
The End
===
Run - Trowa
He is running from you. Do you hear him? His bare feet slap on the cold stone.
He is scared - of you, of his own feelings, of the things he hadn´t known before, of the hot painful desire you brought to the surface.
You watch him, always one step ahead of him.
He opens the door leading to his freedom, and you are there. He gasps, the candle falling from his nerveless fingers. And before he can scream, you bury your fangs into his smooth white neck. His blood is rich, sweet.
He´s yours. And the darkness follows you.
The End
===
Scary
"… and then you chop the fresh green leaves and dump them into the heated sunflower oil in the pan," Heero mumbled as he watered the plants.
Suddenly, a braided head peeked over his shoulder. "What are you doing, love?"
"Explaining how to make a vegetarian omelet," answered the Japanese man.
"Oh? And to whom?"
"To the plants."
Duo sweatdropped. "Uh... Hee-bear, I told you to *talk* to the plants, not to scare them to death!"
The End
===
Simple Solution
"GOD DAMN IT!" Heero screamed with rage and throwing the screwdriver at the table, he stamped his foot.
"Huh?" Duo inquired as he looked up from the book he was reading.
"I´ve tried everything and this piece of crap is NOT WORKING!" Fuming, Heero hit the computer with his fist.
Duo blinked, laid the book aside and got up. Heero eyed Duo suspiciously as the braided man walked around the computer desk, bent down and picked something up off the floor. "Er, Heero, what about putting this-" he lifted the cable, "into the socket?"
Heero sweatdropped.
The End
===
The Accent
The old professor sat on the bench in the park. He was feeding the ducks in the pond and listening to the heated conversation of the two boys sitting nearby. When the Japanese one stood up and with a "Sit tight!" order (enforced with a glare) left his braided companion, the Englishman gave in to his curiosity, stood up and went over to him.
"My dear boy, your accent intrigues me," he said. "May I ask where you come from? Eastern Europe? Maybe Russia?"
The boy blinked at him owlishly with tired, red-rimmed eyes. "Daz notten assent. Daza cold!"
The professor sweatdropped.
The End
===
The Cute, Fluffy... Evil Little Things >.<
Did you know that Quatre wears slippers? They are cute and fluffy. Neon pink bunnies, yep, that´s what they look like. He looks really cute in them. Did I mention that they are cute?
He leaves them next to the bed. My side of the bed. It´s closer to the bathroom and it´s more convenient for him. He just hops on the bed, kicks them off and climbs over to his side. Then we snuggle together and sleep with contented smiles on our faces.
And in the morning, when I´m getting up, I trip over them. Every day.
Evil little things!
The End
===
The Dinner
"I´m ho-"
When Heero entered the kitchen, his jaw hit the floor. Flour, broken eggs and something green were everywhere. And among this mess, an even messier Duo sat on the floor, crying like the end of the world was coming.
"Duo? What´s wrong?"
Violet eyes looked at him. "Made you dinner."
Heero made his way to the bubbling pot, determined to praise it even if it would kill him. He took a spoon and carefully tasted the unidentified mass. "Great chicken," he said after chewing thoroughly.
Duo started to wail again. "It was supposed to be macaroni and cheese!"
Heero sweatdropped.
The End
===
The Duel
Eyes meet, heated glances are exchanged, steel clashes on steel. Two duelists in a fight for everything. Attack, jump to the side, attack again. Sweat running down their naked chests. Then in a flash, one sword goes flying through the air, hitting the ground with a metal clang. The duelist is disarmed. He falls to his knees, panting wildly, the tip of his opponent´s sword touching his neck.
A glare meets an amused smirk. The Dragon is defeated.
"It´s up to you to wash the dishes today, Dragon," the winner with the forked eyebrows says, triumph coloring his voice.
"Injustice."
The End
===
The Good Samaritan
***The whole "church" thing was Folly´s idea! Thank you for giving my muse a kick in the butt ^_~***
"You didn´t need to come with me, Heero," Duo said, his hand on the handle of the church door.
"Oh yes, I did."
"Why?"
"To protect the innocent," Heero stated gravely.
"Huh?"
Half an hour later.
"Halleluuuuuuuuuuuuuuujah, Halleluuuuuuuuuuuuujah," the song echoed through the church.
An old lady sitting next to Heero gave the Japanese man an odd look, and he followed her gaze to where his hand was clamped over Duo´s pouting mouth. The braided young man was giving Heero a sullen look.
Heero smiled warmly at the woman. "Trust me, ma'am, you don´t want to hear him sing."
The End
===
The Last of the Mohicans
*swat swat swat*
*swat swat swat*
*SWAT SWAT SWAT*
Heero swore. What was the baka doing now?
He entered the kitchen and blinked, seeing Duo jump around, a flyswatter in his hand, waving it around like the Indians did their tomahawks, doing the *swat swat swat* thing again.
"Duo? What should this Old West imitation mean?" At the same moment, a fly zipped around Heero, and through the open door into the living room.
Duo gave out a war cry and followed it, almost knocking his lover to the ground.
Heero rolled his eyes. Duo Maxwell, the Last of the Mohicans.
The End
===
The Shower-Horror
When Heero heard the water start in the shower, he groaned silently, then he clenched his teeth. Any moment now. Yes.
The screeching sound started. It was like nails on a blackboard, or stepping on a cat's tail. Heero felt the hair stand up on his neck and his arms. He cringed and gritted his teeth. Finally, when tears gathered in his eyes, he couldn´t take it anymore. He got up from the couch and stormed into the little bathroom.
His face contorted in fury, he yelled: "Duo! Stop singing or I swear I will gag you!"
The End
===
What?!
Duo blinked, then squinted. He moved the box closer to his eyes, then away again. He scratched his head, then shrugged and read aloud: "No cockring needed."
Heero, standing just two feet away, his basket full of groceries, almost choked hearing him say such a thing out loud in the middle of a busy market. "What?!"
"Well, this says that." Duo waved with the box.
"Gimme that!" Heero grabbed the box, looked at the small text, then read it aloud too: "No cooking needed!"
Duo meeped, blushing.
Heero glared at him. "I swear, Duo, if you don´t start wearing your glasses...."
The End
===
What a Tragedy
". and then he. and she was. and." Duo sobbed, curled up on the couch, head pressed into the well muscled chest of his lover.
Heero laid one arm around Duo´s shaking shoulders and handed him a handkerchief. He sighed as more tears came, wetting the front of his shirt. It was the same, every time.
The braided man blowed his nose loudly, looking at Heero with red, swollen eyes, blinking owlishly. "That was so saaaaaaa~ad," he started to wail again, hiding his face against the wet shirt.
Heero rolled his eyes. "We are never EVER watching Bambi again!"
The End
===
What a Tragedy II
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Heero licked his lips and ran his hands over her smooth curves. She was beautiful. He had desired her for months, but he couldn´t allow himself near her. But now she was his and only his. He won´t share her with anybody. She was his prize. Eyes shining with passion, he watched the dance of shadows on her body, on the wonderful curves, on-
"Heero," sounded the voice of his lover through the intercom in the garage, breaking through his dream-like haze. "Stop fondling the motorbike for a moment and come up. Dinner is ready."
The End
===
Death in the Family
"Hullo?" Heero mumbled sleepily as he picked up the receiver.
"He´s dead," came the grave reply.
Heero blinked. "Duo?"
"I took care of him for years, loved him, made him part of my life. And he dies on me!"
"Huh?" the Japanese man replied intelligently.
"My Beetle! The mechanic told me that he was terminally ill but I never thought the end would come so fast." Heero heard Duo blow his bangs from his face in frustration. "Now I´m stuck in a place called Mohoney Peak! Can you pick me up?"
Heero rolled his eyes. "Baka!"
The End
===
Do I Look Like...
"Duo, do I look like-"
Duo raised his hands. "Yes, it´s all my fault. The washing machine hates me. I should stay away from it!"
"-an idiot to you?" Heero finished.
"Huh?"
"Do you think that ruining all my clothes-" Heero waved the oversized shirt at Duo "-will get you out of doing laundry?" Duo meeped as the Japanese boy thrust a basket full of dirty clothes in his arms. "Here, and this time be more careful. There are some shirts of yours in there too."
Duo pouted. And his plan seemed to be working so well.
The End
===
Do I Look Like a Midget?
"Duo?"
"Yes?" Duo answered, not tearing his eyes from the computer game.
"Do I look like a midget to you?"
The braided boy blinked. What was it with Heero and weird questions lately? "No."
The Japanese boy pulled out the thing he was hiding behind his back. "Then why are all my pullovers child sized now?" He waved the tiny little thing in front of Duo. "How many times do i have to tell you that you - Do. Not. Put. Wool. In. The. Washing. Machine!"
Duo sweatdropped. "Uh… well… you WERE looking for a gift for Sally´s newborn, right?"
The End
===
Do I Look Like Relena?
"Duo?" Heero said as he stepped into the living room.
"That´s me!" answered the braided boy, lifting his eyes from his book.
"Do I look like Relena to you?"
"Huh?" Duo stared at him, confused, but seeing his lover´s serious expression, decided to indulge him. "No."
"Then why are all my t-shirts pink?" He pulled his formerly crisp white shirt from behind his back and waved the pink monstrosity in front of Duo´s nose. "Duo, how many times did I tell you to sort out the clothes before washing them?!"
Duo meeped and hid behind his book.
The End
===
Don´t Ask
"...but I would take this one. What do you...?" Duo turned to Heero, his finger pointed at the two kinds of lubricant, only to find that Heero wasn´t beside him anymore. Instead, a violet-haired punk dressed in leather grinned at him, showing his pierced tongue.
"I wouldn´t mind trying it with you," the punk leered, disrobing him with his eyes.
Duo meeped and made a hasty retreat. Catching up with Heero two aisles away, he grabbed his hand tightly. When Heero looked at him, he waved his hand. "Don´t ask."
Heero shook his head. "Baka."
The End
===
Dreaming
Treize sat on his bed, his back propped against the headboard, a sour expression on his face. He watched Wufei toss and turn on their bed, his arms and legs always in motion, kicking, hitting, jabbing. Treize winced, rubbing his bruised flesh. His patience was wearing thin on him. A sharp elbow in his private parts was the last straw. He jumped out of the bed, taking his blanket and pillow with him. The couch had lumps but offered peace and calm.
With a last glance at his restless lover he swore: "Never again will you watch Xena before bedtime."
The End
===
Force of Nature
Heero huffed as Duo pounced on him, throwing both of them backwards onto the couch.
"Let’s play." Duo´s eyes sparkled with mischief as he straddled his lover.
Heero looked up at him, his eyes narrowing with suspicion, as he caught the longhaired boy´s wandering hands in his. "Duo, did you raid your secret cookie stash again?"
Duo nodded happily as he bounced energetically. "Let’s play!" he repeated with enthusiasm and pulling out of his lover´s grasp, he started unbuttoning his shirt.
Heero rolled his eyes and groaned. Duo Maxwell on a sugar high was an unstoppable force of nature.
The End
===
Gotcha!
Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz…Bzzzzzzzzzzzzz…
Smack. Ringing in right ear.
Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz…Bzzzzzzzzzzzzz…
Duo huffed in irritation, then sat up in bed and switched the bedside lamp on. The bzzzzzzzzzzing sound had stopped so the little beast must be hiding somewhere… Narrowing his eyes, Duo tried to find the devil´s creature in the dim light.
There!
Smack!
" OUCH!" Heero screamed, sitting up on his side of the bed and rubbing his cheek. "What are you doing?!"
"Gotcha!" Duo smiled gleefully, holding the mosquito between his thumb and the forefinger.
"Baka!"
The End
===
I Hate You
"I hate YOU," Duo screamed as another contraction tore through him. "I hate you, I hate you, I hateyouhateyouhateyouuuuuuuuuuu." The scream went over into a wail. He gripped my hand so tight that I almost heard my bones break.
When the contraction was finally over, he lay there, panting, sweat dripping from his forehead, one arm curled around his distended belly. I dried his flushed face with a small hand towel. He looked at me, eyes narrowed. "Next time, it´s YOU who is carrying the baby!"
I sweatdropped. Adoption was beginning to sound appealing to me.
The End
===
I Know the Way
"… now take the first turning on the right," Duo said, his face buried in the map.
Heero did as he was told.
"Then the first on the left."
Heero sighed then turned left, blinked and hit the brakes. "Duo? Are you sure you know where we´re going?"
"Of course," Duo answered, not lifting his head from the map.
Heero cleared his throat and Duo looked up, blinking stupidly at the wall they were facing. "Impossible, this says…"
Heero leaned closer and looked at the map. "BAKA! This is the map of New York and we´re in Connecticut!"
Duo sweatdropped.
The End
===
Kill Kill Kill
A crash, the sound of glass breaking.
Duo stormed into the kitchen and raised his eyebrows, seeing his lover half sitting, half lying among the shards of the blue bowl he liked so much. "What-"
Before Duo could finish, Heero caught one of his legs, lifted it, throwing Duo off balance in the process, and snatched away his slipper. "Heero!" he cried out, his arms flailing.
But Heero was already across the kitchen and had started to smash something on the floor over and over again with the slipper.
Catching his balance, Duo blinked. "Heero..?"
Heero glared. "I hate spiders."
The End
===
Little Blond Riding Hood
"Geez!" Duo huffed, snapping close the book he was reading.
"What´s wrong?" Heero asked, stirring the soup on the stove.
"Little Red Riding Hood!" Seeing Heero´s confusion, he continued: "I´ve got a suspicion that she was blonde. Seeing the wolf, she wondered why he had such big eyes and ears and teeth, but the fact that he was hairy all over somehow escaped her. Either she was blind, or I would really hate to see what her grandma looked like if she could confuse her with a hairy beast!"
Heero rolled his eyes. 'Duo and his new fairy tale obsession...' he thought.
The End
===
Mission: Impossible
Heero sneaked a peek to the right, then another to the left. No one in sight. Stealthily he moved forward. There, his target was in sight. Now he only had to find the right one.
"What are you doing, Heero?" Duo peeked over his shoulder.
The Japanese man jumped almost a foot high. "DUO!"
Duo blinked, astonished by the reaction. "What are you doing?"
Heero mumbled something, looking away.
"What did you say?"
Heero leaned closer and whispered something in Duo´s ear.
"WHAT??? YOU´RE BUYING TAMPONS FOR LADY UNE???"
Everyone in the store looked in their direction.
"BAKA!!!"
"Ouch, not the braid!"
The End
===
Monster
"Duo? What are you doing?" Heero asked, an expression of utter confusion on his face, as he saw Duo kneel among the wet clothes strewn on the laundry room floor, head stuck in the now empty washing machine, muttering soft curses to himself.
"I´ve put five pairs of white socks and three pairs of green ones in it and what I got back are seven white socks and five green ones," Duo´s voice echoed through the metal machine. He then sat back and looked at Heero, his face completely serious. "Heero, our washing machine is a sock eating monster."
Heero blinked.
The End
===
Ogling Forbidden
"… no way! These jeans are too tight!" Heero protested as Duo pushed him out of the tiny fitting room.
"They are not!" Duo assured him.
Heero started to protest again when someone suddenly wolf-whistled. He turned around to see a grinning girl give him the thumbs up sign. He blushed. Realizing that the whole shop was staring at his firm behind, he blushed even more.
That was when Duo started to push him back into the cubicle. "You´re right," Duo said, glaring at their audience. "These jeans are way too tight! We will buy you a nice baggy sweat pants instead!"
The End
===
Ping and Plop
"Heero, your TV isn´t working," Quatre shouted.
Calmly, Heero walked into the livingroom and headed directly for the TV set. He pushed the ON button, held it until the TV went "ping", then propped the button with a match he took from a box lying nearby. He waited for a while then hit the TV a couple of times from the side until the screen went "plop" and pictures appeared.
Quatre sweatdropped watching the whole procedure, then asked the most logical question: "Why don´t you buy a new one?"
Heero shrugged. "Duo likes this one."
Quatre sweatdropped again.
The End
===
Restocking
"Quatre, we´re going shopping," Duo said bursting into Quatre´s office at WEI.
"Huh?" the blond man asked as he tore his eyes away from his computer screen.
"Heero went on a mission for the Preventers, so I need to restock."
"Restock what? Bandages? Medication?"
"No, strawberry ice cream for my lonely nights."
Quatre sweatdropped.
The End
===
Right There
"Yes... yes, that´s it. Right there. Yes. No, a little bit to the right. Yes, you´re getting there, you´re getting there... up, up - yes. Yes! Now move forward. No. You´re doing it all wrong, Heero. You are putting too much force into it. Make shorter, smaller moves. Now slowly in my direction. Slo~owly. Stop. Yes, right there! That´s the spot! Ye- No~o. Heero! How difficult can it be?"
"Dammit, Duo, if you think it´s that easy we can trade places. I will watch the TV and you can run around with that stupid antenna!"
The End
===
Run - Quatre
You run. The candle in your hand the only source of light in the dark, empty corridor. Hot wax burns your skin, but you don´t notice.
You run away from the wandering hands, the hot deep kisses, the painful foreign desire that burns in your belly.
You open the door at the corridor´s end and there he stands. Tall and proud. The devil himself. Your damnation. He regards you with his one visible green eye coldly. You shudder.
And before you can scream, he bares his sharp fangs and buries them in your neck.
You´ve been caught. And the darkness covers you.
The End
===
Run - Trowa
He is running from you. Do you hear him? His bare feet slap on the cold stone.
He is scared - of you, of his own feelings, of the things he hadn´t known before, of the hot painful desire you brought to the surface.
You watch him, always one step ahead of him.
He opens the door leading to his freedom, and you are there. He gasps, the candle falling from his nerveless fingers. And before he can scream, you bury your fangs into his smooth white neck. His blood is rich, sweet.
He´s yours. And the darkness follows you.
The End
===
Scary
"… and then you chop the fresh green leaves and dump them into the heated sunflower oil in the pan," Heero mumbled as he watered the plants.
Suddenly, a braided head peeked over his shoulder. "What are you doing, love?"
"Explaining how to make a vegetarian omelet," answered the Japanese man.
"Oh? And to whom?"
"To the plants."
Duo sweatdropped. "Uh... Hee-bear, I told you to *talk* to the plants, not to scare them to death!"
The End
===
Simple Solution
"GOD DAMN IT!" Heero screamed with rage and throwing the screwdriver at the table, he stamped his foot.
"Huh?" Duo inquired as he looked up from the book he was reading.
"I´ve tried everything and this piece of crap is NOT WORKING!" Fuming, Heero hit the computer with his fist.
Duo blinked, laid the book aside and got up. Heero eyed Duo suspiciously as the braided man walked around the computer desk, bent down and picked something up off the floor. "Er, Heero, what about putting this-" he lifted the cable, "into the socket?"
Heero sweatdropped.
The End
===
The Accent
The old professor sat on the bench in the park. He was feeding the ducks in the pond and listening to the heated conversation of the two boys sitting nearby. When the Japanese one stood up and with a "Sit tight!" order (enforced with a glare) left his braided companion, the Englishman gave in to his curiosity, stood up and went over to him.
"My dear boy, your accent intrigues me," he said. "May I ask where you come from? Eastern Europe? Maybe Russia?"
The boy blinked at him owlishly with tired, red-rimmed eyes. "Daz notten assent. Daza cold!"
The professor sweatdropped.
The End
===
The Cute, Fluffy... Evil Little Things >.<
Did you know that Quatre wears slippers? They are cute and fluffy. Neon pink bunnies, yep, that´s what they look like. He looks really cute in them. Did I mention that they are cute?
He leaves them next to the bed. My side of the bed. It´s closer to the bathroom and it´s more convenient for him. He just hops on the bed, kicks them off and climbs over to his side. Then we snuggle together and sleep with contented smiles on our faces.
And in the morning, when I´m getting up, I trip over them. Every day.
Evil little things!
The End
===
The Dinner
"I´m ho-"
When Heero entered the kitchen, his jaw hit the floor. Flour, broken eggs and something green were everywhere. And among this mess, an even messier Duo sat on the floor, crying like the end of the world was coming.
"Duo? What´s wrong?"
Violet eyes looked at him. "Made you dinner."
Heero made his way to the bubbling pot, determined to praise it even if it would kill him. He took a spoon and carefully tasted the unidentified mass. "Great chicken," he said after chewing thoroughly.
Duo started to wail again. "It was supposed to be macaroni and cheese!"
Heero sweatdropped.
The End
===
The Duel
Eyes meet, heated glances are exchanged, steel clashes on steel. Two duelists in a fight for everything. Attack, jump to the side, attack again. Sweat running down their naked chests. Then in a flash, one sword goes flying through the air, hitting the ground with a metal clang. The duelist is disarmed. He falls to his knees, panting wildly, the tip of his opponent´s sword touching his neck.
A glare meets an amused smirk. The Dragon is defeated.
"It´s up to you to wash the dishes today, Dragon," the winner with the forked eyebrows says, triumph coloring his voice.
"Injustice."
The End
===
The Good Samaritan
***The whole "church" thing was Folly´s idea! Thank you for giving my muse a kick in the butt ^_~***
"You didn´t need to come with me, Heero," Duo said, his hand on the handle of the church door.
"Oh yes, I did."
"Why?"
"To protect the innocent," Heero stated gravely.
"Huh?"
Half an hour later.
"Halleluuuuuuuuuuuuuuujah, Halleluuuuuuuuuuuuujah," the song echoed through the church.
An old lady sitting next to Heero gave the Japanese man an odd look, and he followed her gaze to where his hand was clamped over Duo´s pouting mouth. The braided young man was giving Heero a sullen look.
Heero smiled warmly at the woman. "Trust me, ma'am, you don´t want to hear him sing."
The End
===
The Last of the Mohicans
*swat swat swat*
*swat swat swat*
*SWAT SWAT SWAT*
Heero swore. What was the baka doing now?
He entered the kitchen and blinked, seeing Duo jump around, a flyswatter in his hand, waving it around like the Indians did their tomahawks, doing the *swat swat swat* thing again.
"Duo? What should this Old West imitation mean?" At the same moment, a fly zipped around Heero, and through the open door into the living room.
Duo gave out a war cry and followed it, almost knocking his lover to the ground.
Heero rolled his eyes. Duo Maxwell, the Last of the Mohicans.
The End
===
The Shower-Horror
When Heero heard the water start in the shower, he groaned silently, then he clenched his teeth. Any moment now. Yes.
The screeching sound started. It was like nails on a blackboard, or stepping on a cat's tail. Heero felt the hair stand up on his neck and his arms. He cringed and gritted his teeth. Finally, when tears gathered in his eyes, he couldn´t take it anymore. He got up from the couch and stormed into the little bathroom.
His face contorted in fury, he yelled: "Duo! Stop singing or I swear I will gag you!"
The End
===
What?!
Duo blinked, then squinted. He moved the box closer to his eyes, then away again. He scratched his head, then shrugged and read aloud: "No cockring needed."
Heero, standing just two feet away, his basket full of groceries, almost choked hearing him say such a thing out loud in the middle of a busy market. "What?!"
"Well, this says that." Duo waved with the box.
"Gimme that!" Heero grabbed the box, looked at the small text, then read it aloud too: "No cooking needed!"
Duo meeped, blushing.
Heero glared at him. "I swear, Duo, if you don´t start wearing your glasses...."
The End
===
What a Tragedy
". and then he. and she was. and." Duo sobbed, curled up on the couch, head pressed into the well muscled chest of his lover.
Heero laid one arm around Duo´s shaking shoulders and handed him a handkerchief. He sighed as more tears came, wetting the front of his shirt. It was the same, every time.
The braided man blowed his nose loudly, looking at Heero with red, swollen eyes, blinking owlishly. "That was so saaaaaaa~ad," he started to wail again, hiding his face against the wet shirt.
Heero rolled his eyes. "We are never EVER watching Bambi again!"
The End
===
What a Tragedy II
<<This is all MOrgan´s fault!>>
". how could they. and then he. ´s so unfa-fair," Quatre sobbed, sitting curled on Trowa´s lap. The blonde blew his nose and dropped the tissue on the ground with the rest. He then reached for another one, but finding the tissue box empty, he started to wail again, hiding his face against his lover´s neck.
Trowa sighed and rolled his eyes, an expression of long suffering settling on his face. Rubbing Quatre´s back in a vain attempt to calm his crying lover down, he made a decision:
Heero will pay for sending them the Bambi tape!
The End
===
What a Tragedy III
"... impossible. If you take the angle of the gun and the distance, they couldn´t have killed the animal like that. There would have to be much more blood. And the fire... no fire can spread that quickly without someone spilling a lot of kerosene all over the place. What a lame case of arson. And when you consider..."
Treize crossed his arms over his chest and with raised eyebrows, he stared at his ranting Chinese lover, who was sitting on the couch next to him. He had the feeling that Wufei kind of missed what Bambi was actually about.
The End
===
Where Are They?
Heero had been watching his lover run around like a headless chicken for the past couple of minutes without making any comment. But now that Duo showed every intention of invading his working space, he asked: "What are you looking for?"
"My glasses!" Duo shouted, exasperated.
Heero looked at him oddly, but seeing that Duo was completely serious, he beckoned him over.
Duo narrowed his eyes suspiciously but came closer anyway. Heero straightened, took the glasses that had been sitting on top of Duo´s head all the time and set them down on his freckled nose. "There."
Duo sweatdropped.
The End
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Whirlwind
A loud scream and a thump as if something heavy hit the floor echoed through the apartment. With a low "huh?", Heero looked up from his morning newspaper and cup of coffee to see his lover hop barefoot into the kitchen on one leg, while trying to stuff the other into his jeans, shirt hanging open, hair loose, a hair tie in his mouth.
"Heeho, hy hahn´t u hake he hup? Une his goin´ hu khill me if I com´ thoo late ag´n!"
Heero blinked, watching the fussy whirlwind that was his partner run wild around the small kitchen. "Duo? It´s Saturday," he stated the - at least to him - obvious fact.
With a "d'oh!" the whirlwind became a twitching heap on the floor.
The End
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Yoga? Zen? Pills?
"I can´t believe it! That… that… BITCH!“ Wufei shouted, kicking his chair. Heaving, hands resting on his hips, he turned to Heero who was sitting behind his desk, watching everything with a calm, mildly curious expression on his face. "And why the hell aren´t you angry? Une is cutting our budget for the fourth time this year!“
Heero smiled softly. "Duo was worried about my blood pressure so he taught me this simple trick to stay calm and relaxed.“
Wufei raised his eyebrows. "What? Yoga? Zen? Pills?“
"Chocolate, twice a day.“
Wufei rolled his eyes.
The End
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Yummy!
Duo held Heero´s eyes as he took it into his mouth. He licked at the hard red surface, swirling his tongue around its sweetness, then moved up and down its length. With a satisfied smile, he noticed Heero groan deeply in his throat. The Japanese boy´s eyes grew dark with desire as he licked his suddenly dry lips.
"Mr Maxwell!" The shrill sound of their teacher´s screeching voice broke through the haze of excitement they shared. "Lollipops do not belong in school!"
The End
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Zombie
A strange creature is creeping around, shoulders hunched, arms outstretched, steps heavy and swaying. It´s coming closer and closer, following the scent right to me.
There…
It´s in sight, hands seeking blindly. "Coffee," it rasps.
I hand over the mug I was keeping hostage and smile. Yep, Duo is not a morning person.
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Heero licked his lips and ran his hands over her smooth curves. She was beautiful. He had desired her for months, but he couldn´t allow himself near her. But now she was his and only his. He won´t share her with anybody. She was his prize. Eyes shining with passion, he watched the dance of shadows on her body, on the wonderful curves, on-
"Heero," sounded the voice of his lover through the intercom in the garage, breaking through his dream-like haze. "Stop fondling the motorbike for a moment and come up. Dinner is ready."
The End
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Death in the Family
"Hullo?" Heero mumbled sleepily as he picked up the receiver.
"He´s dead," came the grave reply.
Heero blinked. "Duo?"
"I took care of him for years, loved him, made him part of my life. And he dies on me!"
"Huh?" the Japanese man replied intelligently.
"My Beetle! The mechanic told me that he was terminally ill but I never thought the end would come so fast." Heero heard Duo blow his bangs from his face in frustration. "Now I´m stuck in a place called Mohoney Peak! Can you pick me up?"
Heero rolled his eyes. "Baka!"
The End
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Do I Look Like...
"Duo, do I look like-"
Duo raised his hands. "Yes, it´s all my fault. The washing machine hates me. I should stay away from it!"
"-an idiot to you?" Heero finished.
"Huh?"
"Do you think that ruining all my clothes-" Heero waved the oversized shirt at Duo "-will get you out of doing laundry?" Duo meeped as the Japanese boy thrust a basket full of dirty clothes in his arms. "Here, and this time be more careful. There are some shirts of yours in there too."
Duo pouted. And his plan seemed to be working so well.
The End
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Do I Look Like a Midget?
"Duo?"
"Yes?" Duo answered, not tearing his eyes from the computer game.
"Do I look like a midget to you?"
The braided boy blinked. What was it with Heero and weird questions lately? "No."
The Japanese boy pulled out the thing he was hiding behind his back. "Then why are all my pullovers child sized now?" He waved the tiny little thing in front of Duo. "How many times do i have to tell you that you - Do. Not. Put. Wool. In. The. Washing. Machine!"
Duo sweatdropped. "Uh… well… you WERE looking for a gift for Sally´s newborn, right?"
The End
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Do I Look Like Relena?
"Duo?" Heero said as he stepped into the living room.
"That´s me!" answered the braided boy, lifting his eyes from his book.
"Do I look like Relena to you?"
"Huh?" Duo stared at him, confused, but seeing his lover´s serious expression, decided to indulge him. "No."
"Then why are all my t-shirts pink?" He pulled his formerly crisp white shirt from behind his back and waved the pink monstrosity in front of Duo´s nose. "Duo, how many times did I tell you to sort out the clothes before washing them?!"
Duo meeped and hid behind his book.
The End
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Don´t Ask
"...but I would take this one. What do you...?" Duo turned to Heero, his finger pointed at the two kinds of lubricant, only to find that Heero wasn´t beside him anymore. Instead, a violet-haired punk dressed in leather grinned at him, showing his pierced tongue.
"I wouldn´t mind trying it with you," the punk leered, disrobing him with his eyes.
Duo meeped and made a hasty retreat. Catching up with Heero two aisles away, he grabbed his hand tightly. When Heero looked at him, he waved his hand. "Don´t ask."
Heero shook his head. "Baka."
The End
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Dreaming
Treize sat on his bed, his back propped against the headboard, a sour expression on his face. He watched Wufei toss and turn on their bed, his arms and legs always in motion, kicking, hitting, jabbing. Treize winced, rubbing his bruised flesh. His patience was wearing thin on him. A sharp elbow in his private parts was the last straw. He jumped out of the bed, taking his blanket and pillow with him. The couch had lumps but offered peace and calm.
With a last glance at his restless lover he swore: "Never again will you watch Xena before bedtime."
The End
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Force of Nature
Heero huffed as Duo pounced on him, throwing both of them backwards onto the couch.
"Let’s play." Duo´s eyes sparkled with mischief as he straddled his lover.
Heero looked up at him, his eyes narrowing with suspicion, as he caught the longhaired boy´s wandering hands in his. "Duo, did you raid your secret cookie stash again?"
Duo nodded happily as he bounced energetically. "Let’s play!" he repeated with enthusiasm and pulling out of his lover´s grasp, he started unbuttoning his shirt.
Heero rolled his eyes and groaned. Duo Maxwell on a sugar high was an unstoppable force of nature.
The End
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Gotcha!
Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz…Bzzzzzzzzzzzzz…
Smack. Ringing in right ear.
Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz…Bzzzzzzzzzzzzz…
Duo huffed in irritation, then sat up in bed and switched the bedside lamp on. The bzzzzzzzzzzing sound had stopped so the little beast must be hiding somewhere… Narrowing his eyes, Duo tried to find the devil´s creature in the dim light.
There!
Smack!
" OUCH!" Heero screamed, sitting up on his side of the bed and rubbing his cheek. "What are you doing?!"
"Gotcha!" Duo smiled gleefully, holding the mosquito between his thumb and the forefinger.
"Baka!"
The End
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I Hate You
"I hate YOU," Duo screamed as another contraction tore through him. "I hate you, I hate you, I hateyouhateyouhateyouuuuuuuuuuu." The scream went over into a wail. He gripped my hand so tight that I almost heard my bones break.
When the contraction was finally over, he lay there, panting, sweat dripping from his forehead, one arm curled around his distended belly. I dried his flushed face with a small hand towel. He looked at me, eyes narrowed. "Next time, it´s YOU who is carrying the baby!"
I sweatdropped. Adoption was beginning to sound appealing to me.
The End
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I Know the Way
"… now take the first turning on the right," Duo said, his face buried in the map.
Heero did as he was told.
"Then the first on the left."
Heero sighed then turned left, blinked and hit the brakes. "Duo? Are you sure you know where we´re going?"
"Of course," Duo answered, not lifting his head from the map.
Heero cleared his throat and Duo looked up, blinking stupidly at the wall they were facing. "Impossible, this says…"
Heero leaned closer and looked at the map. "BAKA! This is the map of New York and we´re in Connecticut!"
Duo sweatdropped.
The End
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Kill Kill Kill
A crash, the sound of glass breaking.
Duo stormed into the kitchen and raised his eyebrows, seeing his lover half sitting, half lying among the shards of the blue bowl he liked so much. "What-"
Before Duo could finish, Heero caught one of his legs, lifted it, throwing Duo off balance in the process, and snatched away his slipper. "Heero!" he cried out, his arms flailing.
But Heero was already across the kitchen and had started to smash something on the floor over and over again with the slipper.
Catching his balance, Duo blinked. "Heero..?"
Heero glared. "I hate spiders."
The End
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Little Blond Riding Hood
"Geez!" Duo huffed, snapping close the book he was reading.
"What´s wrong?" Heero asked, stirring the soup on the stove.
"Little Red Riding Hood!" Seeing Heero´s confusion, he continued: "I´ve got a suspicion that she was blonde. Seeing the wolf, she wondered why he had such big eyes and ears and teeth, but the fact that he was hairy all over somehow escaped her. Either she was blind, or I would really hate to see what her grandma looked like if she could confuse her with a hairy beast!"
Heero rolled his eyes. 'Duo and his new fairy tale obsession...' he thought.
The End
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Mission: Impossible
Heero sneaked a peek to the right, then another to the left. No one in sight. Stealthily he moved forward. There, his target was in sight. Now he only had to find the right one.
"What are you doing, Heero?" Duo peeked over his shoulder.
The Japanese man jumped almost a foot high. "DUO!"
Duo blinked, astonished by the reaction. "What are you doing?"
Heero mumbled something, looking away.
"What did you say?"
Heero leaned closer and whispered something in Duo´s ear.
"WHAT??? YOU´RE BUYING TAMPONS FOR LADY UNE???"
Everyone in the store looked in their direction.
"BAKA!!!"
"Ouch, not the braid!"
The End
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Monster
"Duo? What are you doing?" Heero asked, an expression of utter confusion on his face, as he saw Duo kneel among the wet clothes strewn on the laundry room floor, head stuck in the now empty washing machine, muttering soft curses to himself.
"I´ve put five pairs of white socks and three pairs of green ones in it and what I got back are seven white socks and five green ones," Duo´s voice echoed through the metal machine. He then sat back and looked at Heero, his face completely serious. "Heero, our washing machine is a sock eating monster."
Heero blinked.
The End
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Ogling Forbidden
"… no way! These jeans are too tight!" Heero protested as Duo pushed him out of the tiny fitting room.
"They are not!" Duo assured him.
Heero started to protest again when someone suddenly wolf-whistled. He turned around to see a grinning girl give him the thumbs up sign. He blushed. Realizing that the whole shop was staring at his firm behind, he blushed even more.
That was when Duo started to push him back into the cubicle. "You´re right," Duo said, glaring at their audience. "These jeans are way too tight! We will buy you a nice baggy sweat pants instead!"
The End
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Ping and Plop
"Heero, your TV isn´t working," Quatre shouted.
Calmly, Heero walked into the livingroom and headed directly for the TV set. He pushed the ON button, held it until the TV went "ping", then propped the button with a match he took from a box lying nearby. He waited for a while then hit the TV a couple of times from the side until the screen went "plop" and pictures appeared.
Quatre sweatdropped watching the whole procedure, then asked the most logical question: "Why don´t you buy a new one?"
Heero shrugged. "Duo likes this one."
Quatre sweatdropped again.
The End
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Restocking
"Quatre, we´re going shopping," Duo said bursting into Quatre´s office at WEI.
"Huh?" the blond man asked as he tore his eyes away from his computer screen.
"Heero went on a mission for the Preventers, so I need to restock."
"Restock what? Bandages? Medication?"
"No, strawberry ice cream for my lonely nights."
Quatre sweatdropped.
The End
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Right There
"Yes... yes, that´s it. Right there. Yes. No, a little bit to the right. Yes, you´re getting there, you´re getting there... up, up - yes. Yes! Now move forward. No. You´re doing it all wrong, Heero. You are putting too much force into it. Make shorter, smaller moves. Now slowly in my direction. Slo~owly. Stop. Yes, right there! That´s the spot! Ye- No~o. Heero! How difficult can it be?"
"Dammit, Duo, if you think it´s that easy we can trade places. I will watch the TV and you can run around with that stupid antenna!"
The End
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Run - Quatre
You run. The candle in your hand the only source of light in the dark, empty corridor. Hot wax burns your skin, but you don´t notice.
You run away from the wandering hands, the hot deep kisses, the painful foreign desire that burns in your belly.
You open the door at the corridor´s end and there he stands. Tall and proud. The devil himself. Your damnation. He regards you with his one visible green eye coldly. You shudder.
And before you can scream, he bares his sharp fangs and buries them in your neck.
You´ve been caught. And the darkness covers you.
The End
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Run - Trowa
He is running from you. Do you hear him? His bare feet slap on the cold stone.
He is scared - of you, of his own feelings, of the things he hadn´t known before, of the hot painful desire you brought to the surface.
You watch him, always one step ahead of him.
He opens the door leading to his freedom, and you are there. He gasps, the candle falling from his nerveless fingers. And before he can scream, you bury your fangs into his smooth white neck. His blood is rich, sweet.
He´s yours. And the darkness follows you.
The End
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Scary
"… and then you chop the fresh green leaves and dump them into the heated sunflower oil in the pan," Heero mumbled as he watered the plants.
Suddenly, a braided head peeked over his shoulder. "What are you doing, love?"
"Explaining how to make a vegetarian omelet," answered the Japanese man.
"Oh? And to whom?"
"To the plants."
Duo sweatdropped. "Uh... Hee-bear, I told you to *talk* to the plants, not to scare them to death!"
The End
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Simple Solution
"GOD DAMN IT!" Heero screamed with rage and throwing the screwdriver at the table, he stamped his foot.
"Huh?" Duo inquired as he looked up from the book he was reading.
"I´ve tried everything and this piece of crap is NOT WORKING!" Fuming, Heero hit the computer with his fist.
Duo blinked, laid the book aside and got up. Heero eyed Duo suspiciously as the braided man walked around the computer desk, bent down and picked something up off the floor. "Er, Heero, what about putting this-" he lifted the cable, "into the socket?"
Heero sweatdropped.
The End
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The Accent
The old professor sat on the bench in the park. He was feeding the ducks in the pond and listening to the heated conversation of the two boys sitting nearby. When the Japanese one stood up and with a "Sit tight!" order (enforced with a glare) left his braided companion, the Englishman gave in to his curiosity, stood up and went over to him.
"My dear boy, your accent intrigues me," he said. "May I ask where you come from? Eastern Europe? Maybe Russia?"
The boy blinked at him owlishly with tired, red-rimmed eyes. "Daz notten assent. Daza cold!"
The professor sweatdropped.
The End
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The Cute, Fluffy... Evil Little Things >.<
Did you know that Quatre wears slippers? They are cute and fluffy. Neon pink bunnies, yep, that´s what they look like. He looks really cute in them. Did I mention that they are cute?
He leaves them next to the bed. My side of the bed. It´s closer to the bathroom and it´s more convenient for him. He just hops on the bed, kicks them off and climbs over to his side. Then we snuggle together and sleep with contented smiles on our faces.
And in the morning, when I´m getting up, I trip over them. Every day.
Evil little things!
The End
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The Dinner
"I´m ho-"
When Heero entered the kitchen, his jaw hit the floor. Flour, broken eggs and something green were everywhere. And among this mess, an even messier Duo sat on the floor, crying like the end of the world was coming.
"Duo? What´s wrong?"
Violet eyes looked at him. "Made you dinner."
Heero made his way to the bubbling pot, determined to praise it even if it would kill him. He took a spoon and carefully tasted the unidentified mass. "Great chicken," he said after chewing thoroughly.
Duo started to wail again. "It was supposed to be macaroni and cheese!"
Heero sweatdropped.
The End
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The Duel
Eyes meet, heated glances are exchanged, steel clashes on steel. Two duelists in a fight for everything. Attack, jump to the side, attack again. Sweat running down their naked chests. Then in a flash, one sword goes flying through the air, hitting the ground with a metal clang. The duelist is disarmed. He falls to his knees, panting wildly, the tip of his opponent´s sword touching his neck.
A glare meets an amused smirk. The Dragon is defeated.
"It´s up to you to wash the dishes today, Dragon," the winner with the forked eyebrows says, triumph coloring his voice.
"Injustice."
The End
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The Good Samaritan
***The whole "church" thing was Folly´s idea! Thank you for giving my muse a kick in the butt ^_~***
"You didn´t need to come with me, Heero," Duo said, his hand on the handle of the church door.
"Oh yes, I did."
"Why?"
"To protect the innocent," Heero stated gravely.
"Huh?"
Half an hour later.
"Halleluuuuuuuuuuuuuuujah, Halleluuuuuuuuuuuuujah," the song echoed through the church.
An old lady sitting next to Heero gave the Japanese man an odd look, and he followed her gaze to where his hand was clamped over Duo´s pouting mouth. The braided young man was giving Heero a sullen look.
Heero smiled warmly at the woman. "Trust me, ma'am, you don´t want to hear him sing."
The End
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The Last of the Mohicans
*swat swat swat*
*swat swat swat*
*SWAT SWAT SWAT*
Heero swore. What was the baka doing now?
He entered the kitchen and blinked, seeing Duo jump around, a flyswatter in his hand, waving it around like the Indians did their tomahawks, doing the *swat swat swat* thing again.
"Duo? What should this Old West imitation mean?" At the same moment, a fly zipped around Heero, and through the open door into the living room.
Duo gave out a war cry and followed it, almost knocking his lover to the ground.
Heero rolled his eyes. Duo Maxwell, the Last of the Mohicans.
The End
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The Shower-Horror
When Heero heard the water start in the shower, he groaned silently, then he clenched his teeth. Any moment now. Yes.
The screeching sound started. It was like nails on a blackboard, or stepping on a cat's tail. Heero felt the hair stand up on his neck and his arms. He cringed and gritted his teeth. Finally, when tears gathered in his eyes, he couldn´t take it anymore. He got up from the couch and stormed into the little bathroom.
His face contorted in fury, he yelled: "Duo! Stop singing or I swear I will gag you!"
The End
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What?!
Duo blinked, then squinted. He moved the box closer to his eyes, then away again. He scratched his head, then shrugged and read aloud: "No cockring needed."
Heero, standing just two feet away, his basket full of groceries, almost choked hearing him say such a thing out loud in the middle of a busy market. "What?!"
"Well, this says that." Duo waved with the box.
"Gimme that!" Heero grabbed the box, looked at the small text, then read it aloud too: "No cooking needed!"
Duo meeped, blushing.
Heero glared at him. "I swear, Duo, if you don´t start wearing your glasses...."
The End
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What a Tragedy
". and then he. and she was. and." Duo sobbed, curled up on the couch, head pressed into the well muscled chest of his lover.
Heero laid one arm around Duo´s shaking shoulders and handed him a handkerchief. He sighed as more tears came, wetting the front of his shirt. It was the same, every time.
The braided man blowed his nose loudly, looking at Heero with red, swollen eyes, blinking owlishly. "That was so saaaaaaa~ad," he started to wail again, hiding his face against the wet shirt.
Heero rolled his eyes. "We are never EVER watching Bambi again!"
The End
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What a Tragedy II
<<This is all MOrgan´s fault!>>
". how could they. and then he. ´s so unfa-fair," Quatre sobbed, sitting curled on Trowa´s lap. The blonde blew his nose and dropped the tissue on the ground with the rest. He then reached for another one, but finding the tissue box empty, he started to wail again, hiding his face against his lover´s neck.
Trowa sighed and rolled his eyes, an expression of long suffering settling on his face. Rubbing Quatre´s back in a vain attempt to calm his crying lover down, he made a decision:
Heero will pay for sending them the Bambi tape!
The End
===
What a Tragedy III
"... impossible. If you take the angle of the gun and the distance, they couldn´t have killed the animal like that. There would have to be much more blood. And the fire... no fire can spread that quickly without someone spilling a lot of kerosene all over the place. What a lame case of arson. And when you consider..."
Treize crossed his arms over his chest and with raised eyebrows, he stared at his ranting Chinese lover, who was sitting on the couch next to him. He had the feeling that Wufei kind of missed what Bambi was actually about.
The End
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Where Are They?
Heero had been watching his lover run around like a headless chicken for the past couple of minutes without making any comment. But now that Duo showed every intention of invading his working space, he asked: "What are you looking for?"
"My glasses!" Duo shouted, exasperated.
Heero looked at him oddly, but seeing that Duo was completely serious, he beckoned him over.
Duo narrowed his eyes suspiciously but came closer anyway. Heero straightened, took the glasses that had been sitting on top of Duo´s head all the time and set them down on his freckled nose. "There."
Duo sweatdropped.
The End
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Whirlwind
A loud scream and a thump as if something heavy hit the floor echoed through the apartment. With a low "huh?", Heero looked up from his morning newspaper and cup of coffee to see his lover hop barefoot into the kitchen on one leg, while trying to stuff the other into his jeans, shirt hanging open, hair loose, a hair tie in his mouth.
"Heeho, hy hahn´t u hake he hup? Une his goin´ hu khill me if I com´ thoo late ag´n!"
Heero blinked, watching the fussy whirlwind that was his partner run wild around the small kitchen. "Duo? It´s Saturday," he stated the - at least to him - obvious fact.
With a "d'oh!" the whirlwind became a twitching heap on the floor.
The End
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Yoga? Zen? Pills?
"I can´t believe it! That… that… BITCH!“ Wufei shouted, kicking his chair. Heaving, hands resting on his hips, he turned to Heero who was sitting behind his desk, watching everything with a calm, mildly curious expression on his face. "And why the hell aren´t you angry? Une is cutting our budget for the fourth time this year!“
Heero smiled softly. "Duo was worried about my blood pressure so he taught me this simple trick to stay calm and relaxed.“
Wufei raised his eyebrows. "What? Yoga? Zen? Pills?“
"Chocolate, twice a day.“
Wufei rolled his eyes.
The End
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Yummy!
Duo held Heero´s eyes as he took it into his mouth. He licked at the hard red surface, swirling his tongue around its sweetness, then moved up and down its length. With a satisfied smile, he noticed Heero groan deeply in his throat. The Japanese boy´s eyes grew dark with desire as he licked his suddenly dry lips.
"Mr Maxwell!" The shrill sound of their teacher´s screeching voice broke through the haze of excitement they shared. "Lollipops do not belong in school!"
The End
===
Zombie
A strange creature is creeping around, shoulders hunched, arms outstretched, steps heavy and swaying. It´s coming closer and closer, following the scent right to me.
There…
It´s in sight, hands seeking blindly. "Coffee," it rasps.
I hand over the mug I was keeping hostage and smile. Yep, Duo is not a morning person.
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