Death and Love


Tags: Evil humour. Lime. Unlikely pairing 2x11

*standard related disclaimers apply*



Shinigami sneaked into the dark room, smirking to himself as he
stripped. Commanders of millitary organizations need to get as much
rest as they can, whenever they can. For this reason, a private room of
some sort is standard issue.

Lady Une's room, he noted as he flopped himself spread-eagle on the
bed, was spartan. There was barely anything to mark it as lived-in save
some clothes thrown over the back of a chair. Uptight... boy is he
gonna change that! Duo cackled at his own joke and rubbed himself down,
waiting for her to come in. It was her afternoon off.

Fairly soon, a clicking footstep confirmed this and Lady Une entering
the dark room, begins to strip down. She hasn't noticed the boy in her
bed. In fact, she pulls off her dress and steps into the bathroom to
wash her face. Only when she emerges does she see Duo's inviting stance
in her bed, illuminated by the bathroom light. His engorged manhood
saluted a warning. He grinned warmly.

"What are you doing." Lady Une remarked coolly at the excitable young
man.

"Serving me up on a platter, ma'am." He smirked, inordinately pleased
with himself.

She was a good soldier. He hadn't realised until it was too late that
she had a gun and had just fired a shot. It whizzed past his flagpole,
the warm air prying hotly into his slit. He made a mess of himself,
suddenly gone pale.

She pulled the trigger again and nicked his ear. He whimpered.

"Next time, Maxwell, the braid."

He was frozen and pale. She finished pulling on her change of clothes
and started out. Alone in the dark, Duo started curling up in himself,
mess and all, pulling his braid tight to him. Lady Une popped back.

"Oh, and get some new sheets for me when you're done here." She added,
almost cheerful. The sound that came from Duo's lips could possibly be
descrbed as a keening whimper.

At the door, Lucrezia Noin smiled. "Someone's doing well."

Lady Une grinned. "Oh yea~." She felt good, too, bless the boy! "C'mon,
let's get to the cemetry. Maybe later we can go shopping."

Preventer Fire let herself get tugged along, jaw unhinged.


-==it's a quickie. deal with it =P ==-