Well, I couldn't figure out what category to put this in, because it's a
mix of romance, angst, a little of my nasty humor, and something else. In
other words, it's a real screwed up story. The mood changes a lot.
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Rating: pg13 right now for sexual content, It will end up being nc17 later
Warnings: Lime, Yaoi, sick personal ads, sick author.
Note: almost everyone in this fic (excepting me and my muse) is bisexual, so I can date Duo and it can still be 1x2
*****
Tangled love decagon
(Hx1x2x3x4x5x13x9, 2xauthor, 4xmuse)
Duo yawned as he lay in bed. It was 9am and he still couldn't bring himself to get up. He was very tired, which wasn't surprising considering what he and Heero did last night. He looked over to other side of the bed. There was Heero, fast asleep, sprawled out on the bed. He loved Heero. He'd loved him since he first laid eyes him, and when they first got together they were the cutest little romantic couple. But then they discovered sex, and of course, made at it like bunnies. After that the whole 'love' aspect of their relationship sort of disappeared. All that was left was sex. Heero was using him for sex.
He sighed. He knew it, but never brought himself to believe it. It was true, Heero didn't want a relationship anymore, but Duo did. Just not with Heero, he had his sights set on another. Trowa Barton.
He was so beautiful. He had a graceful quality about him, probably from being in the circus. Which also explained why he had such mouthwatering muscles. He often watched him excersize outside with his shirt off. He loved to watch him move, and watch his muscles flex. He never let him know he was there of course, but just sat drooling at the window.
He sighed once again, and forced himself out of bed. He quickly got dressed in some black sweatpants and a t-shirt. He knew he could never have Trowa, because he was with Quatre. He envied Quatre, hated him almost. He took Trowa for granted, like it was his right to have him. He had almost lashed out at him more than once, but stopped himself, because he knew Trowa would hate him if he hurt Quatre. And he would never want to hurt Trowa.
Maybe he could find love elsewhere. He grinned, "Personal ads!"
He went on down the stairs, and into the kitchen. He grabbed some toast and a glass of orange juice, which had been left there by previous occupants of the room. He hummed to himself as he flipped through the paper. "Too fat, too old, too far away, I have a phobia of monitor lizards... EEW!" He dropped the paper as if it was a spider. "Why would someone put that they had only one testicle? That's a nice way to get a date." He returned to his paper, "airhead... god, I never realized how many strange people there were in the world... hmm.. here's a nice one, her name's Arianna..."
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hehe, self-insertion! we're gonna get into a serious relationship soon, very sour!!
*****
Rating: pg13 right now for sexual content, It will end up being nc17 later
Warnings: Lime, Yaoi, sick personal ads, sick author.
Note: almost everyone in this fic (excepting me and my muse) is bisexual, so I can date Duo and it can still be 1x2
*****
Tangled love decagon
(Hx1x2x3x4x5x13x9, 2xauthor, 4xmuse)
Duo yawned as he lay in bed. It was 9am and he still couldn't bring himself to get up. He was very tired, which wasn't surprising considering what he and Heero did last night. He looked over to other side of the bed. There was Heero, fast asleep, sprawled out on the bed. He loved Heero. He'd loved him since he first laid eyes him, and when they first got together they were the cutest little romantic couple. But then they discovered sex, and of course, made at it like bunnies. After that the whole 'love' aspect of their relationship sort of disappeared. All that was left was sex. Heero was using him for sex.
He sighed. He knew it, but never brought himself to believe it. It was true, Heero didn't want a relationship anymore, but Duo did. Just not with Heero, he had his sights set on another. Trowa Barton.
He was so beautiful. He had a graceful quality about him, probably from being in the circus. Which also explained why he had such mouthwatering muscles. He often watched him excersize outside with his shirt off. He loved to watch him move, and watch his muscles flex. He never let him know he was there of course, but just sat drooling at the window.
He sighed once again, and forced himself out of bed. He quickly got dressed in some black sweatpants and a t-shirt. He knew he could never have Trowa, because he was with Quatre. He envied Quatre, hated him almost. He took Trowa for granted, like it was his right to have him. He had almost lashed out at him more than once, but stopped himself, because he knew Trowa would hate him if he hurt Quatre. And he would never want to hurt Trowa.
Maybe he could find love elsewhere. He grinned, "Personal ads!"
He went on down the stairs, and into the kitchen. He grabbed some toast and a glass of orange juice, which had been left there by previous occupants of the room. He hummed to himself as he flipped through the paper. "Too fat, too old, too far away, I have a phobia of monitor lizards... EEW!" He dropped the paper as if it was a spider. "Why would someone put that they had only one testicle? That's a nice way to get a date." He returned to his paper, "airhead... god, I never realized how many strange people there were in the world... hmm.. here's a nice one, her name's Arianna..."
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hehe, self-insertion! we're gonna get into a serious relationship soon, very sour!!