Of Pillows and Lightning
Hannya
Rating: R (for language mostly. What?! I have a dirty mouth, alright!)
Pairing: 1x2…duh….
Warnings: Shounen ai, cussing (not really that much though), slightly OOC everyone and the pillow that everyone wants. Maybe it's goose down or something…
Disclaimer: I soooo do not own Gundam Wing, however, I was up until 3 AM last night when I should have been finishing a certain heinous research paper looking for a Hee-chan plushie…still don't own that either…damn.
A/N: I'm the worst at this updating thing but keep reviewing and I'll keep a typing. It that aforementioned research thing which I'm assuming that I am not alone in suffering through as everyone else's updates and posting are pretty slow too…gomen minna-san! I feel your pain! Sorry this chappie's a little short but at least you get to hear Heero's excuse for cuddling!
1 2.2Chapter 2: No need for Goose down
"Why didn't you just use my pillow?"
Silence.
Damn. There was that hole in his less than perfect logic that he'd been silently hoping Duo wouldn't notice. Couldn't those violet eyes miss anything!?! Oh well, he was stoic, he didn't have to answ-
"Heero?"
"-er. Okay, maybe he did. Well, he wasn't the one that didn't lie…
"Mph-ph-ft, " the pilot in question muttered into his braided friend's side. Duo held up his pillow to give the other boy a puzzled look. Heero sighed and lifted his head a little to reluctantly translate.
"It wasn't soft enough."
More silence.
Then a weird rumbling noise started. Heero looked up in alarm, feeling the vibrations from his partner's middle and was met with the sight of Duo clutching the pillow to his face, shoulder's shaking. "Duo?"
He didn't start laughing exactly. It was more like the chuckles just erupted from the slim boy, echoing around the small room and bringing an involuntary smile to Heero's sleep softened features. Duo giggled, cackled, gasped, and squealed, seemingly intent on going through each unique laugh in his impressive arsenal. Heero, now slightly worried that Duo might be hysterical, moved to tug on the baka's braid.
"Ow! Dammit, Heero! What was that for?!" Duo immediately pouted at him, a task that was slightly marred by the fact that the perfect soldier had not made a move from his place around Duo's black clad self. 'Gees,' Duo though briefly, 'You'd almost think he like cuddling or something crazy like that…Nah…'
Hee-chan, uh, Heero muffled a yawn and released the silky hair. "You were hysterical."
The violet-eyed boy immediately perked up as he remembered the cause of his laughter, "Well, wouldn't you be if the Perfect Soldier, Mr. 'Self- destruct-for-the-mission', the Spandex Death-"
"Duo, " there was not mistaking the warning inflection on his name.
"Yeah, yeah, I know. Get to the point. If this said Heero Yuy told you that he couldn't use the other pillow 'cause it wasn't soft enough?!" One prussian eye threatened to twitch or sweatdrop and it's indecision saved the stoic expression on the Wing pilot's face. Well, on the other hand, Duo hadn't yet processed the fact that Heero was implying that he, Shinigami, made a better pillow than his, well, pillow.
"Well, it was true! He desperately, albeit silently, defended himself. His scrawny but suprisingly comfortable partner made a really good pillow. A really soft, cuddly, cute pillow. Cute?! How did 'cute' keep worming its way into his vocabulary? Heero silently whispered an 'omae o korosu' to the offending word and ignored the fact that it only popped up when he was thinking of his long-haired friend. Scolding, glaring, studying…it didn't matter; out of nowhere he would find himself using not just 'cute' but beautiful, sweet, etc.
It was getting unnerving.
He had plenty of time to ponder the new pansy like words running havoc through his brain as the boy who was the cause of it all resumed laughing, or rather howling, gleefully. God, if he kept this up, they'd wake the neighbors. Wait, did they have neighbors? He honestly couldn't remember checking when he'd stumbled to their new location last night. Heero glanced out the window of the little room in their currant safe house to see a small tree lined street. Yup, they had neighbors and waking them up would draw unwanted attention. Bad for the mission.
Finally, something he could understand.
Unfortunately, Duo had now moved to hit the wall by the bed with Heero's much abused pillow while cackling like a moron. It wasn't that funny…right?
Heero pushed himself away from the warmth of his partner and out of the tiny twin bed they'd been sharing with a barely suppressed huff. Maybe his departure would curb some of the braided baka's amusement because the indignanty of it all was quickly wearing through that thick Perfect Soldier wall. A few more minutes of this and he might even blush…
On the other hand, Duo had not yet processed that the softer thing Heero's head (not that one! Well, actually…) preferred was Duo himself. Sure the giggles were kind of humiliating but so would be fending off an irate Shinigami for the comparison to feathery stuffing.
Spandex boy winced as he moved, the wet spandex and cotton having dried to his skin in the night and the shorts that had stood by him so faithfully were now trying to ride up his ass. He was NOT and uke and certainly not to his own damn wardrobe!
The Perfect Soldier held back a growl of annoyance and walked as swiftly as possible under circumstances towards the hallway bathroom to both do battle with his outfit and to escape before the other boy asked him anything else. Maybe the steam from a shower would loosen the shorts…
"Hey, Hee-chan?" There was a strange timid note in those two words, something one didn't usually associate with the God of Death. 'Hee-chan' cursed silently and answered with out turning around.
"Hn."
"Do you…um, that is…"
"What do you want?, " Heero demanded, glaring over his shoulder at his partner. Bad idea, Duo looked, for all the world, like a waiting lover. Twirling his braid with one hand and eyes lowered demurely. Spandex boy held in a gasp of pain as the burgeoning bulge in his shorts met with the stiff and annoying material. Itai…
"Well…do you think Quatre cooked us pancakes today?" All pretenses of a shy Duo fled as he broke into a full fledged grin at the thought of Q-man's fluffy breakfast goodness. "Mmmmm…pancakes…butter…syrup…"
Once again, the only thing that stopped the sweatdrop was pure training. "Hn."
"What'd I say, Hee-chan?"
"…Baka."
TBC…
A/N: Okay, I know this sucked but at least I updated! Don't get too discouraged though, Duo will be soon realize what exactly Heero said, Heero will win the fight against the shorts of seme-ness and Q & T might be stepping in to help. With their relationship, not the shorts. Anyways, if that isn't giving too much away, review so I'll be so overwhelmed that I run and type up the next chapter!
Hannya
Rating: R (for language mostly. What?! I have a dirty mouth, alright!)
Pairing: 1x2…duh….
Warnings: Shounen ai, cussing (not really that much though), slightly OOC everyone and the pillow that everyone wants. Maybe it's goose down or something…
Disclaimer: I soooo do not own Gundam Wing, however, I was up until 3 AM last night when I should have been finishing a certain heinous research paper looking for a Hee-chan plushie…still don't own that either…damn.
A/N: I'm the worst at this updating thing but keep reviewing and I'll keep a typing. It that aforementioned research thing which I'm assuming that I am not alone in suffering through as everyone else's updates and posting are pretty slow too…gomen minna-san! I feel your pain! Sorry this chappie's a little short but at least you get to hear Heero's excuse for cuddling!
1 2.2Chapter 2: No need for Goose down
"Why didn't you just use my pillow?"
Silence.
Damn. There was that hole in his less than perfect logic that he'd been silently hoping Duo wouldn't notice. Couldn't those violet eyes miss anything!?! Oh well, he was stoic, he didn't have to answ-
"Heero?"
"-er. Okay, maybe he did. Well, he wasn't the one that didn't lie…
"Mph-ph-ft, " the pilot in question muttered into his braided friend's side. Duo held up his pillow to give the other boy a puzzled look. Heero sighed and lifted his head a little to reluctantly translate.
"It wasn't soft enough."
More silence.
Then a weird rumbling noise started. Heero looked up in alarm, feeling the vibrations from his partner's middle and was met with the sight of Duo clutching the pillow to his face, shoulder's shaking. "Duo?"
He didn't start laughing exactly. It was more like the chuckles just erupted from the slim boy, echoing around the small room and bringing an involuntary smile to Heero's sleep softened features. Duo giggled, cackled, gasped, and squealed, seemingly intent on going through each unique laugh in his impressive arsenal. Heero, now slightly worried that Duo might be hysterical, moved to tug on the baka's braid.
"Ow! Dammit, Heero! What was that for?!" Duo immediately pouted at him, a task that was slightly marred by the fact that the perfect soldier had not made a move from his place around Duo's black clad self. 'Gees,' Duo though briefly, 'You'd almost think he like cuddling or something crazy like that…Nah…'
Hee-chan, uh, Heero muffled a yawn and released the silky hair. "You were hysterical."
The violet-eyed boy immediately perked up as he remembered the cause of his laughter, "Well, wouldn't you be if the Perfect Soldier, Mr. 'Self- destruct-for-the-mission', the Spandex Death-"
"Duo, " there was not mistaking the warning inflection on his name.
"Yeah, yeah, I know. Get to the point. If this said Heero Yuy told you that he couldn't use the other pillow 'cause it wasn't soft enough?!" One prussian eye threatened to twitch or sweatdrop and it's indecision saved the stoic expression on the Wing pilot's face. Well, on the other hand, Duo hadn't yet processed the fact that Heero was implying that he, Shinigami, made a better pillow than his, well, pillow.
"Well, it was true! He desperately, albeit silently, defended himself. His scrawny but suprisingly comfortable partner made a really good pillow. A really soft, cuddly, cute pillow. Cute?! How did 'cute' keep worming its way into his vocabulary? Heero silently whispered an 'omae o korosu' to the offending word and ignored the fact that it only popped up when he was thinking of his long-haired friend. Scolding, glaring, studying…it didn't matter; out of nowhere he would find himself using not just 'cute' but beautiful, sweet, etc.
It was getting unnerving.
He had plenty of time to ponder the new pansy like words running havoc through his brain as the boy who was the cause of it all resumed laughing, or rather howling, gleefully. God, if he kept this up, they'd wake the neighbors. Wait, did they have neighbors? He honestly couldn't remember checking when he'd stumbled to their new location last night. Heero glanced out the window of the little room in their currant safe house to see a small tree lined street. Yup, they had neighbors and waking them up would draw unwanted attention. Bad for the mission.
Finally, something he could understand.
Unfortunately, Duo had now moved to hit the wall by the bed with Heero's much abused pillow while cackling like a moron. It wasn't that funny…right?
Heero pushed himself away from the warmth of his partner and out of the tiny twin bed they'd been sharing with a barely suppressed huff. Maybe his departure would curb some of the braided baka's amusement because the indignanty of it all was quickly wearing through that thick Perfect Soldier wall. A few more minutes of this and he might even blush…
On the other hand, Duo had not yet processed that the softer thing Heero's head (not that one! Well, actually…) preferred was Duo himself. Sure the giggles were kind of humiliating but so would be fending off an irate Shinigami for the comparison to feathery stuffing.
Spandex boy winced as he moved, the wet spandex and cotton having dried to his skin in the night and the shorts that had stood by him so faithfully were now trying to ride up his ass. He was NOT and uke and certainly not to his own damn wardrobe!
The Perfect Soldier held back a growl of annoyance and walked as swiftly as possible under circumstances towards the hallway bathroom to both do battle with his outfit and to escape before the other boy asked him anything else. Maybe the steam from a shower would loosen the shorts…
"Hey, Hee-chan?" There was a strange timid note in those two words, something one didn't usually associate with the God of Death. 'Hee-chan' cursed silently and answered with out turning around.
"Hn."
"Do you…um, that is…"
"What do you want?, " Heero demanded, glaring over his shoulder at his partner. Bad idea, Duo looked, for all the world, like a waiting lover. Twirling his braid with one hand and eyes lowered demurely. Spandex boy held in a gasp of pain as the burgeoning bulge in his shorts met with the stiff and annoying material. Itai…
"Well…do you think Quatre cooked us pancakes today?" All pretenses of a shy Duo fled as he broke into a full fledged grin at the thought of Q-man's fluffy breakfast goodness. "Mmmmm…pancakes…butter…syrup…"
Once again, the only thing that stopped the sweatdrop was pure training. "Hn."
"What'd I say, Hee-chan?"
"…Baka."
TBC…
A/N: Okay, I know this sucked but at least I updated! Don't get too discouraged though, Duo will be soon realize what exactly Heero said, Heero will win the fight against the shorts of seme-ness and Q & T might be stepping in to help. With their relationship, not the shorts. Anyways, if that isn't giving too much away, review so I'll be so overwhelmed that I run and type up the next chapter!