The Perks of Moving House

Crash. Thunk. Bang.

Heero Yuy, Pilot 01 of the Wing Gundam, paused in his efforts to manoeuvre an armchair into place to listen to the absolute racket that was coming from above his head. Duo. But why? What on- well, L1, actually- could he be doing that would be causing such a noise? Straightening up, he decided to investigate.

All the furniture was now in place, pretty much, apart from a little adjusting of position, and surely that wouldn't cause much noise, he reasoned. The noise appeared to be coming from the bedroom, and his frown deepened. He opened the door, stepped inside, and was greeted with a rather interesting sight- though, knowing Duo, one he probably should have expected.

Duo Maxwell, Pilot 02 of Deathscythe and Deathscythe Hell, names which spoke for themselves; former teenage terrorist and all-round scary-sounding person, was- bouncing on the bed?

He contemplated the scene in front of him for a few seconds, before his lover finally acknowledged him, stopping his actions and grinning inanely at Heero.

"C'mon, it's fun!" Duo exclaimed, bouncing again slightly.

Heero considered it a moment. Duo, a bed, and nothing else to do, his mind put together, and came up with a rather different solution than what had just been offered.

"So's this." He replied, crossing to the bed in a couple of strides, grabbing Duo's wrists and pinning him to the sheets.

Oh, yes- definitely more fun.

A/N. Just a little one-shot, written for adonisxxlamia over on Livejournal. Nothing special, just something that her prompt brought to mind. Review, if you wouldn't mind...