Thank You For Asking
"Hey." The room is dimly lit, the only bright spot emanating from the LCD of Heero's laptop. Duo's in the doorway, arm against the frame of the door, one hand in the pocket of his pants, admiring the shadows the LCD lighting paints on Heero's face. Heero says nothing, just momentarily stops typing, eyes flicking up to see that it's not some weirdo trying to kill him (ha, like that would ever happen), before going back to what he was doing previously.
Duo moves closer, using long strides. He's a panther on the prowl for his next target, and his next target is sitting right there on the couch with a laptop perched on top of his knees.
"Hey, Heero…" Duo's on the arm of the couch now, one leg crossed over the other, fingers laced on his knee. He leans over to Heero, gets a chance to bathe in the glow of the computer screen. "Do you wanna…"
Duo's leaned over too much, ends up on the couch cushion next to Heero. Heero bounces involuntarily and makes minute adjustments to his posture before clicking on his touchpad. Duo recovers like nothing happened.
"Do you wanna…you know…" Duo drops his voice to a mere whisper. He brushes his knee against Heero's and brushes his lips against Heero's neck.
Heero closes the lid of his laptop and leaves the squishy expanse of the sofa.
"What? Was that out of character for me?" Duo starts laughing. "Shit, I should've just stuck to 'wanna fuck?' instead."
Heero sighs, cradles his laptop in his arms like it's his child.
"I don't have a problem with what you said."
Duo blinks. "So what's with the sudden flouncing?"
Heero raises an eyebrow ever-so slightly.
"I was on a video conference with Une and the rest of the Preventers. They heard what you said. Trowa suggests you try to sound less porn movie and more sex kitten."
When Duo enters the office the next day, he notices right away that everyone's staring right at him.
"Why yes, we DID fuck, thank you for asking," Duo announces. "And it was great. It was so great Heero won't be coming into work today."
Quatre snorts tea up his nose, Trowa pats him on the back.