The Contest
Disclaimer: Don't own...doing this for fun...sort of.
-Begin Story-
"So that's the idea of this contest, Wufei. Wanna play?" Duo Maxwell smiled evilly at his friend.
Wufei looked to be in shock and stammered "I...I don't think so, Duo. I've got other things to do." Wufei then ran out of the room, stopping only long enough to grab a box of tissues for his suddenly bleeding nose.
"Mission accomplished!" Duo smirked happily. "Now, do all of you understand the idea of the contest?"
"Hn" came Heero Yuy's reply as he started to strip.
"..." was Trowa Barton's reply. He had the look of someone who was a master of the game and didn't mind people knowing it. He was fast unbuttoning his shirt.
"I've never played this before, but I'm game." Quatre Raberba Winner looked at his friends and decided that even if he wasn't victorious, he's still win in the long term. He fumbled with his belt buckle.
"Good. Now the rules are simple. He who shoots farthest wins. If you shoot first and don't win the distance competition, you loose. Winner decides what looser does as punishment. Got that?" Duo stood in all his unclothed glory, smiling.
The other three pilots nodded and joined their friend in a line.
"Aim for the door?" Trowa asked.
"S...s...sounds good" a slightly shaking Quatre answered.
And so the contest began.
*30 minutes later*
"But he cheated. Trowa was sliding his free hand over his butt!" Duo Maxwell looked aghast at the thought of Quatre winning the contest.
"Ummm...Duo...I was the only one to actually hit the door." Quatre beamed at having won a competition with the other pilots. And he had noted that Trowa knew exactly what to do with his free hand.
"And there were no rules given stating that both hands had to be used in the pursuit of victory." Trowa smirked as he looked at Duo.
"Hnhnhnhnhnhn." Heero was trying his best to suppress a laugh.
"Oh, all right then. What do I have to do for not winning?" Duo looked slightly dejected but decided he couldn't do anything about it.
Quatre, who by now had his arm around Trowa's waist looked at Duo and said "Well, I think I know what I get for winning. As for you, hmmm." Quatre smiled his most stunning smile and said "I think you get to be Heero's toy for the evening!"
Duo's eyes widened as he took in the meaning of Quatre's statement. He then turned and looked at Heero, who walked up to him and kissed his mouth forcefully. Duo didn't say anything as he followed Heero toward the bedroom, but in his mind he thought to himself "Mission accomplished!"
-End Story-
Disclaimer: Don't own...doing this for fun...sort of.
-Begin Story-
"So that's the idea of this contest, Wufei. Wanna play?" Duo Maxwell smiled evilly at his friend.
Wufei looked to be in shock and stammered "I...I don't think so, Duo. I've got other things to do." Wufei then ran out of the room, stopping only long enough to grab a box of tissues for his suddenly bleeding nose.
"Mission accomplished!" Duo smirked happily. "Now, do all of you understand the idea of the contest?"
"Hn" came Heero Yuy's reply as he started to strip.
"..." was Trowa Barton's reply. He had the look of someone who was a master of the game and didn't mind people knowing it. He was fast unbuttoning his shirt.
"I've never played this before, but I'm game." Quatre Raberba Winner looked at his friends and decided that even if he wasn't victorious, he's still win in the long term. He fumbled with his belt buckle.
"Good. Now the rules are simple. He who shoots farthest wins. If you shoot first and don't win the distance competition, you loose. Winner decides what looser does as punishment. Got that?" Duo stood in all his unclothed glory, smiling.
The other three pilots nodded and joined their friend in a line.
"Aim for the door?" Trowa asked.
"S...s...sounds good" a slightly shaking Quatre answered.
And so the contest began.
*30 minutes later*
"But he cheated. Trowa was sliding his free hand over his butt!" Duo Maxwell looked aghast at the thought of Quatre winning the contest.
"Ummm...Duo...I was the only one to actually hit the door." Quatre beamed at having won a competition with the other pilots. And he had noted that Trowa knew exactly what to do with his free hand.
"And there were no rules given stating that both hands had to be used in the pursuit of victory." Trowa smirked as he looked at Duo.
"Hnhnhnhnhnhn." Heero was trying his best to suppress a laugh.
"Oh, all right then. What do I have to do for not winning?" Duo looked slightly dejected but decided he couldn't do anything about it.
Quatre, who by now had his arm around Trowa's waist looked at Duo and said "Well, I think I know what I get for winning. As for you, hmmm." Quatre smiled his most stunning smile and said "I think you get to be Heero's toy for the evening!"
Duo's eyes widened as he took in the meaning of Quatre's statement. He then turned and looked at Heero, who walked up to him and kissed his mouth forcefully. Duo didn't say anything as he followed Heero toward the bedroom, but in his mind he thought to himself "Mission accomplished!"
-End Story-