Author: lain
Title: Grad. Night
Pairings: main 1+2 and various
Warnings: shounen-ai for now...
Disclaimer: Not mine. Theirs. Just playing^_^ with the characters for my amusement.
~Teaser~
"Lookin' good, Mr. Maxwell." Duo praised his reflection in front of his full-length closet mirror, perfect teeth flashing back at him. Turning around for a once over, braid swinging, he winked at himself.
"Oi, Duo! Going to a funeral or to a graduation?" Solo joked as he entered Duo's room.
"Shut up! Everything's great in black," Duo countered defensively as he continued gazing in the mirror.
Solo rolled his eyes as he excited the room. "Don't I know it. You have enough clothes to provide for a couple of funerals," he yelled back.
"Yeah, yeah," Duo grumbled as he readjusted his tie. "I wish the cap and gown weren't red though." He sighed noisily at the sight of the red menace carelessly draped on his chair.
"Need help with that?"
"Huh?"
"Goodness," Mrs. Maxwell sighed wearily. "I told you to stop fiddling with your tie," she said as she swatted his hands away and readjusted the tie for the umpteenth time in the last hour.
"Sorry mom," Duo grinned down at his mom. He was a few inches taller than his mom was but Solo still towered over him. 'Come on, growth spurt where are ya?'
"You're not going to wear that are you," she asked critically eyeing Duo's shoes.
"Yeah, why?" The braided boy questioned as he glanced down at his shoes. "These are my lucky boots."
"But it's all scuffed up and dirty." To prove her point she pointed out the cakes of mud on the floor. Sighing once again, she relented. "Oh, well, at least your wearing a tie for your graduation."
Duo was dressed smartly despite the questionable shoe wear. He had on a crisp, black oxford shirt tucked neatly in his black slacks. A black belt with a silver buckle was fastened around his slim waist. To finish it off, he had on a black tie that had a silver sheen to it for some "colour" in his otherwise entirely black attire.
"Thanks," the violet-eyed boy turned back to the mirror.
The chestnut haired woman gazed at his son *still* fiddling with the tie. "My baby," she gushed, enveloping him with a hug from behind. "Is all grown up," she continued with a hint of sadness in her voice.
"Mom, you went through this before with Solo, " he reminded her gently, understanding how she was feeling.
"My baby," she started again then glanced down again at the muddy combat boots. "But...The shoes?"
"Nuh-uh," Duo returned the pout aimed at him with his trademark grin, shaking his head 'no'.
*~*
"Duo!"
"Hey, Q-man! Glad to see you here!" Duo went to the seated Quatre by the entrance of the gym door. They were there with the other graduates to be sorted out and prepared in the order where they were supposed to be in the line up.
"What happened to your cap?" Quatre asked, staring at the shriveled looking thing.
"It rained, "Duo explained and started laughing. Hands clutching his sides.
(Author's note: True story. The rain made my hair frizzy and wrinkled my skirt. Thank god for the cap and gown to hide them.)
Thinking Duo had gone crazy; the blond boy frowned at him. "What?"
In between laughter, he said, "T-Trowa...ha-ha...hee-hee...Look!" Duo pointed with a wavering finger at the entrance.
Trowa stood in the doorway looking like a drowned cat. His gravity-defying bang was plastered against his face; a third of it was covered leaving only an emerald eye and a corner of his mouth exposed. His suit clung intimately against his body, hugging every curves and plane on his tall frame much to the delight of Quatre's appreciative eyes.
"Trowa!" The small blond squealed and flung himself at the dripping boy. "You're all wet. Let me dry you up!" Small, pale hands ran along Trowa's body much *to* the banged boy's delight.
"T-Thanks, Little One," Trowa smiled down at the fussing Quatre.
Aquamarine eyes shined, bottom lip quivering. "Aww, Tro-chan! I'll miss that so much!"
In a flash, Trowa had an armful of sniffling Quatre. "Yeah, me too," he said softly against the soft blond hair.
"Um, Quatre? I don't think that's what you meant about drying him up," Duo stepped towards the embracing couple. "Your clothes are acting like a big ol' paper towel," he pointed at the wet spots forming at the front of Quatre's dry clothes.
Quatre blushed a deep red and pulled away. "Oh." Taking Trowa by the hand, Quatre pulled him away to get the dripping boy out of those sopping wet clothes before he catches a cold, ahem, of course.
Before being dragged away, Trowa managed to call back. "Hey, Duo! I just saw Heero!"
Violet eyes narrowed to slits.
"Duo."
The braided boy whipped his head at the sound of that voice.
Cobalt met narrowed violet.
"Heero," Duo all but growled.
Heero stood by the doorway in the same wet state as Trowa. But this time there were no laughter coming from Duo. 'No one can laugh at the Great Heero Yuy,' Duo thought resignedly. 'Even when he looks like a drowned cat he still looks damn sexy.'
The Japanese did look great in his outfit. The dark navy blue suit fitted him perfectly and it being wet.... well, it did not leave much to the imagination. His ever unruly mop of hair stuck every which way and glistened slightly under the lights. Drops of water flowed freely on his face and down his exposed throat and down the inside of his shirt...oh to be one of those lucky droplets.
Shaking the mental image and lamenting to himself of how privileged those drops of water that was currently coursing down the Japenese's boy's hard body. Duo berated himself for falling for Heero's spell.... again. "What do you want, Yuy?"
Heero hesitated. "Nothing."
"Good, then." Duo turned away.
Glancing back, Heero looked at Duo and whispered, "Please, forgive me."
Tbc...
I'll be torturing poor Duo with some my experience during that night. So, beware of some bitching coming from him in later partsO.o C&C's would be nice but not demanded...kidding. I want it. I want it!!
Title: Grad. Night
Pairings: main 1+2 and various
Warnings: shounen-ai for now...
Disclaimer: Not mine. Theirs. Just playing^_^ with the characters for my amusement.
~Teaser~
"Lookin' good, Mr. Maxwell." Duo praised his reflection in front of his full-length closet mirror, perfect teeth flashing back at him. Turning around for a once over, braid swinging, he winked at himself.
"Oi, Duo! Going to a funeral or to a graduation?" Solo joked as he entered Duo's room.
"Shut up! Everything's great in black," Duo countered defensively as he continued gazing in the mirror.
Solo rolled his eyes as he excited the room. "Don't I know it. You have enough clothes to provide for a couple of funerals," he yelled back.
"Yeah, yeah," Duo grumbled as he readjusted his tie. "I wish the cap and gown weren't red though." He sighed noisily at the sight of the red menace carelessly draped on his chair.
"Need help with that?"
"Huh?"
"Goodness," Mrs. Maxwell sighed wearily. "I told you to stop fiddling with your tie," she said as she swatted his hands away and readjusted the tie for the umpteenth time in the last hour.
"Sorry mom," Duo grinned down at his mom. He was a few inches taller than his mom was but Solo still towered over him. 'Come on, growth spurt where are ya?'
"You're not going to wear that are you," she asked critically eyeing Duo's shoes.
"Yeah, why?" The braided boy questioned as he glanced down at his shoes. "These are my lucky boots."
"But it's all scuffed up and dirty." To prove her point she pointed out the cakes of mud on the floor. Sighing once again, she relented. "Oh, well, at least your wearing a tie for your graduation."
Duo was dressed smartly despite the questionable shoe wear. He had on a crisp, black oxford shirt tucked neatly in his black slacks. A black belt with a silver buckle was fastened around his slim waist. To finish it off, he had on a black tie that had a silver sheen to it for some "colour" in his otherwise entirely black attire.
"Thanks," the violet-eyed boy turned back to the mirror.
The chestnut haired woman gazed at his son *still* fiddling with the tie. "My baby," she gushed, enveloping him with a hug from behind. "Is all grown up," she continued with a hint of sadness in her voice.
"Mom, you went through this before with Solo, " he reminded her gently, understanding how she was feeling.
"My baby," she started again then glanced down again at the muddy combat boots. "But...The shoes?"
"Nuh-uh," Duo returned the pout aimed at him with his trademark grin, shaking his head 'no'.
*~*
"Duo!"
"Hey, Q-man! Glad to see you here!" Duo went to the seated Quatre by the entrance of the gym door. They were there with the other graduates to be sorted out and prepared in the order where they were supposed to be in the line up.
"What happened to your cap?" Quatre asked, staring at the shriveled looking thing.
"It rained, "Duo explained and started laughing. Hands clutching his sides.
(Author's note: True story. The rain made my hair frizzy and wrinkled my skirt. Thank god for the cap and gown to hide them.)
Thinking Duo had gone crazy; the blond boy frowned at him. "What?"
In between laughter, he said, "T-Trowa...ha-ha...hee-hee...Look!" Duo pointed with a wavering finger at the entrance.
Trowa stood in the doorway looking like a drowned cat. His gravity-defying bang was plastered against his face; a third of it was covered leaving only an emerald eye and a corner of his mouth exposed. His suit clung intimately against his body, hugging every curves and plane on his tall frame much to the delight of Quatre's appreciative eyes.
"Trowa!" The small blond squealed and flung himself at the dripping boy. "You're all wet. Let me dry you up!" Small, pale hands ran along Trowa's body much *to* the banged boy's delight.
"T-Thanks, Little One," Trowa smiled down at the fussing Quatre.
Aquamarine eyes shined, bottom lip quivering. "Aww, Tro-chan! I'll miss that so much!"
In a flash, Trowa had an armful of sniffling Quatre. "Yeah, me too," he said softly against the soft blond hair.
"Um, Quatre? I don't think that's what you meant about drying him up," Duo stepped towards the embracing couple. "Your clothes are acting like a big ol' paper towel," he pointed at the wet spots forming at the front of Quatre's dry clothes.
Quatre blushed a deep red and pulled away. "Oh." Taking Trowa by the hand, Quatre pulled him away to get the dripping boy out of those sopping wet clothes before he catches a cold, ahem, of course.
Before being dragged away, Trowa managed to call back. "Hey, Duo! I just saw Heero!"
Violet eyes narrowed to slits.
"Duo."
The braided boy whipped his head at the sound of that voice.
Cobalt met narrowed violet.
"Heero," Duo all but growled.
Heero stood by the doorway in the same wet state as Trowa. But this time there were no laughter coming from Duo. 'No one can laugh at the Great Heero Yuy,' Duo thought resignedly. 'Even when he looks like a drowned cat he still looks damn sexy.'
The Japanese did look great in his outfit. The dark navy blue suit fitted him perfectly and it being wet.... well, it did not leave much to the imagination. His ever unruly mop of hair stuck every which way and glistened slightly under the lights. Drops of water flowed freely on his face and down his exposed throat and down the inside of his shirt...oh to be one of those lucky droplets.
Shaking the mental image and lamenting to himself of how privileged those drops of water that was currently coursing down the Japenese's boy's hard body. Duo berated himself for falling for Heero's spell.... again. "What do you want, Yuy?"
Heero hesitated. "Nothing."
"Good, then." Duo turned away.
Glancing back, Heero looked at Duo and whispered, "Please, forgive me."
Tbc...
I'll be torturing poor Duo with some my experience during that night. So, beware of some bitching coming from him in later partsO.o C&C's would be nice but not demanded...kidding. I want it. I want it!!