"No, Duo. No. Absolutely not." Heero crossed his arms resolutely over his chest.
"_Please_, Hee-chan!" Duo pouted like a five year old. "I yuv you..."
"Oh, well, when you put it that way...no way in the world you could convince me. Even if you offered me the stars for my very own." Heero shook his head at Duo.
"Well, i can't _give_ you the stars...but I'll take you there. _IF_, and _only_ if, you come with me." Duo gave Heero his best Velveeta grin.
Heero only shook his head harder. "No. I'm not going to that place. Wild horses couldn't drag me." Duo opened his mouth. "No. You know perfectly well I'm not comfortable in a situation like that."
"Come _on_, Heero! I'll only dance with you if you'll only dance with me..." Duo tried batting his eyelashes.
"Hn. I'm not going. There'll be people all over you and you'll leave me alone all night." Heero stretched his body across the couch.
"Mmmmmm, not _fair_. Now It's getting so I don't wanna go. Damn moody boyfriend." Duo eyed the planes and angles of Heero's body with the eye of the artist he always had been. Beautiful. (A/N: DUO! you know if you start checking him out now I'll never get this story finished.) "Go a~way. Wufei's right about women. They're all so...so..." (A/N: girly?) "Yeah." (A/N: I'll have you know that I've always been a bona fide tomboy. Now go finish the fic. The fourth wall bills you cost me are horrendous.) "Gr."
"Duo? I still don't wanna go." Heero looked up at Duo's examination of his body.
"Why not?" Although he was cuter 'n the bunny in Monty Python and the Holy Grail (A/N: the blood thirsty one!) Duo could be extremely whiny. (A/N: kinda like the Knights of Ni when they hear the word. "Well, I can't stop saying it if you don't tell me what it is!")
"Because I'm not you. I'm not comfortable with my body like you are. I mean, you would probably be perfectly comfortable doing a strip tease. But I wouldn't even be comfortable wearing a mesh shirt in public." Heero settled further into the couch. "That's why I'm not going."
"Okay, Heero. I'll work on some project." Duo bounded off for a sketch book. He got back and sat in a chair across the room from Heero."Heero, talk to me while I work."
"What do you want me to say?" Heero looked adorably confused at Duo's request.
"Tell me about life." Duo blocked in his picture.
"Most people's lives, or ours?"
"Ours if we were everybody else in the world."
So Heero told Duo a fabulous story in which no one ever self destructed, no one ever shot anyone else, and no one went crazy. The way life could have been if they were normal people.
"Heero? What do you think?" Duo held up his picture. It was a drawing of a beautiful male body in a mesh shirt and Spandex shorts.
"We're not putting that on the wall." Heero folded his arms again.
"Why not? I like it. It's...sensual." Duo ran a finger over his pencil sketch.
"It is. That's why we're not putting it up."
"Why Heero! Don't you see anything familiar?"
"No. I can't see the face, so I'm not even sure who you drew."
"Hee-chan, it's _you_. And that's how you looked on that couch over there talking to me. And you agreed that it's sensual. Maybe you just need to see yourself through my eyes more often." Duo stroked his masterpiece again.
"I'm still not going out dancing."
"Can we stay in and dance together?"
"Hn."
"Mm."
"_Please_, Hee-chan!" Duo pouted like a five year old. "I yuv you..."
"Oh, well, when you put it that way...no way in the world you could convince me. Even if you offered me the stars for my very own." Heero shook his head at Duo.
"Well, i can't _give_ you the stars...but I'll take you there. _IF_, and _only_ if, you come with me." Duo gave Heero his best Velveeta grin.
Heero only shook his head harder. "No. I'm not going to that place. Wild horses couldn't drag me." Duo opened his mouth. "No. You know perfectly well I'm not comfortable in a situation like that."
"Come _on_, Heero! I'll only dance with you if you'll only dance with me..." Duo tried batting his eyelashes.
"Hn. I'm not going. There'll be people all over you and you'll leave me alone all night." Heero stretched his body across the couch.
"Mmmmmm, not _fair_. Now It's getting so I don't wanna go. Damn moody boyfriend." Duo eyed the planes and angles of Heero's body with the eye of the artist he always had been. Beautiful. (A/N: DUO! you know if you start checking him out now I'll never get this story finished.) "Go a~way. Wufei's right about women. They're all so...so..." (A/N: girly?) "Yeah." (A/N: I'll have you know that I've always been a bona fide tomboy. Now go finish the fic. The fourth wall bills you cost me are horrendous.) "Gr."
"Duo? I still don't wanna go." Heero looked up at Duo's examination of his body.
"Why not?" Although he was cuter 'n the bunny in Monty Python and the Holy Grail (A/N: the blood thirsty one!) Duo could be extremely whiny. (A/N: kinda like the Knights of Ni when they hear the word. "Well, I can't stop saying it if you don't tell me what it is!")
"Because I'm not you. I'm not comfortable with my body like you are. I mean, you would probably be perfectly comfortable doing a strip tease. But I wouldn't even be comfortable wearing a mesh shirt in public." Heero settled further into the couch. "That's why I'm not going."
"Okay, Heero. I'll work on some project." Duo bounded off for a sketch book. He got back and sat in a chair across the room from Heero."Heero, talk to me while I work."
"What do you want me to say?" Heero looked adorably confused at Duo's request.
"Tell me about life." Duo blocked in his picture.
"Most people's lives, or ours?"
"Ours if we were everybody else in the world."
So Heero told Duo a fabulous story in which no one ever self destructed, no one ever shot anyone else, and no one went crazy. The way life could have been if they were normal people.
"Heero? What do you think?" Duo held up his picture. It was a drawing of a beautiful male body in a mesh shirt and Spandex shorts.
"We're not putting that on the wall." Heero folded his arms again.
"Why not? I like it. It's...sensual." Duo ran a finger over his pencil sketch.
"It is. That's why we're not putting it up."
"Why Heero! Don't you see anything familiar?"
"No. I can't see the face, so I'm not even sure who you drew."
"Hee-chan, it's _you_. And that's how you looked on that couch over there talking to me. And you agreed that it's sensual. Maybe you just need to see yourself through my eyes more often." Duo stroked his masterpiece again.
"I'm still not going out dancing."
"Can we stay in and dance together?"
"Hn."
"Mm."
