Safe House
Shinko
Disclaimer: I own whatever I own and somebody else owns whatever I don't.
Warning: -sighs- The same warning that I've been giving you for the past five chapters.
A/N: I'm sorry that this took so long to get out. I've been having problems with my grades and getting grounded.
Dedications: David Bloom, I enjoyed watching the weekend news when you were on. I will miss you.
Getting Duo to the Safe House had been a bitch. As soon as the two boys had pulled apart for some air, Duo had passed out. So not only had Heero been deprived another round of tonsil hockey, but he lug the unconscious, deadweight American all the way to Wing. Oh yes, a bitch it had been. And that hadn't been the end of Heero's problems.
Heero had managed to climb up the side of Wing with Duo on his back without falling off and killing them both, but then after placing Duo in Wing's cockpit he found that there was no room for him. Heero had begun to feel quite frustrated. He moved Duo around a bit and found that if the baka was sitting in his lap things were better. At least it was better for some things.
After a somewhat uncomfortable ride back, the two pilots made it back to the Safe House. Heero had immediately laid Duo down on the cot and went to work dressing his injuries.
The wounds themselves looked terrible, but they weren't life threatening. Heero liked seeing Duo naked, but blood really wasn't a good look for him. So it was another bath in the little basin for Duo.
Duo sighed from the cot. The sigh was a mix between pure bliss and utter despair. He couldn't believe how good a kisser Heero was. It had been sloppy and hot, so very fucking hot. So why then, if it was so hot did Duo pass out? Why indeed. Duo could have smacked himself. And then he had gotten to ride in Heero's lap, but he hadn't even been awake to enjoy it. Oh, and of course, Heero had given Duo a nice sponge bath, and he hadn't been awake to enjoy that either. Duo was sure that somebody was having one hell of a time fucking Duo's life halfway to Hell.
Heero had been doing a good job of ignoring the obviously bored braided baka. Note on 'had been.' It had become increasingly difficult to ignore him when Duo had started talking to himself. Not only did Duo talk to himself, but he also started asking himself questions and had answered them like a third person. "What do you think that Sagittarius was, Duo?"
"A really bad MS that kicked Deathscythe's ass."
"You're right, but I bet Heero has more information on Saggi than you do."
"So what?"
"Well, don't you want to know what kicked your ass so royally?"
"It wasn't my ass, it was Deathscythe's."
"Your ass looks pretty banged up if you ask me."
"I didn't ask you."
"I know."
"So why are you bothering me?"
"Why am I bothering you? I am you!"
Duo continued on a path like that until one question that Duo asked jerked him from his computer screen. "Why do you think Heero kissed you?"
"Because I'm a sexy bitch."
"I already knew that, but if he thought that you were a sexy bitch why didn't he do anything to you sooner?"
"Are you implying that Heero doesn't think I'm a sexy bitch?"
"No."
"Well, then what were you implying?"
"I don't know Duo."
"Well, what good are you?"
"According to you I am no good."
Heero stared dumbfounded at the boy. Heero thought that Duo might go on, but Duo continued on with another question. Heero wondered how often Duo played this game with himself and wondered if it was another sign of insanity that Duo continued to show. When Duo finally got to the question, "How long do you think Heero's cock is?" Heero had to step in.
"Why are you doing that?"
"Doing what?"
"Talking to yourself?"
"I find that I'm a very good conversationalist and you aren't, so why not?"
"Because I find it horrendously annoying."
"You find me horrendously annoying."
"Yes, I do."
"So what's the difference?"
Heero didn't feel like telling him the difference. It would have been embarrassing. Heero fell into silence while Duo smirked. "So, Heero, why did you kiss me?" If Heero had been sitting in a chair he was betting that he would have fallen off of it.
Heero envisioned himself giving Duo reasons why he had kissed him. The ideas ranged from, "Duo, I want your body." To, "Duo, I want you to love me, now please make mad, hot, monkey love to me."
Duo on the mean hand was wondering why in the fuck had he asked Heero that. If Duo had a gun he'd have shot himself.
In the end Heero decided that he simply didn't have any words in his advanced vocabulary to explain to Duo why he had kissed him, so Heero got up off of the floor, dusted himself off, and walking over to Duo.
Duo became nervous when Heero began to get up. He's gonna beat my ass, he's gonna kill me! Duo's mind kept repeating in circles. Try as he might Duo was not able to get himself to move a muscle. So when Heero's hands grabbed his shoulders he just stood there, looking like an idiot. And then Heero's lips were on his again and he hoped he wasn't about to pass out again.
"Heero?" The American asked from Heero's chest. The pilot of Wing mumbled something under his breath and turned his head away. Duo raised an eyebrow. So that was how he was going to play, eh? Duo took one of Heero's nipples in between his teeth and bit down. Heero yelped as though he had been shocked and glared at Duo as the boy gleefully shouted, "PURPLE NURPLE!"
A/N- The end of the long awaited chapter six. I must apologize again for it being so late, as I said I have been in trouble with my parents. I will try to hurry up with the next one, but don't hold your breath. Also you might want to look out for a side project I have been renovating, Princess Duo. It is bound to make you laugh. I expect for PD to be out a few days after chapter 7 of SH. I love you all.
About my normal thank you for the review chat things- From now on I will be posting my list of thank you things on my LJ. In case you don't know the address it's livejournal.com/users/shinko, I also post on update times and check ups there so if you ever want to check out what goes on in the life of Shinko and or anything about Safe House, check there.
