A/N: Hey, I have a request. Anybody know the URL of a good art
site for GW? Good pictures inspire me to write, and lately I've
needed said inspiration. So any art sites would be appreciated,
be they yaoi, yuri, het, or whatever-centric.
Quatre's POV. Why am I still writing that? ^_^;;
"The Complications of Sugar vs. Spice"
There's this guy next door.
You know the type- annoyingly self-righteous and with a thing for parking at the perfect angle to get your car stuck between his and a wall.
So while I curse the name of Neal Torrin, aspiring young businessman (I swear, one of these days I'm gonna smite him sooo bad!), Yuu kicks the fender of said Neal's sexy little sports car. Meanwhile, I remove the small garden's worth of red roses from the front seat of MY sexy little sports car.
The guy's not the brightest bulb in the batch, but damn it, you'd think he'd take the hint after we did this thirty-odd times.
"He really likes you, doesn't he," Yuu observes in a slightly annoyed tone that usually foretells death.
I growl in annoyance and dump the flowers in the nearest trashcan. "That's HIS problem, not mine," I grumble. "God, why's he always gotta do this to me?"
"As has been mentioned, he like, LIKES you," Binary says with exaggerated sweetness, fluttering those false eyelashes for the at least the twelfth time of the day. Hao snickers in amusement, barely lifting his eyes from the porno he's unabashedly reading in public despite Ailin's disapproving scowl. Not that I have room to talk about doing naughty things, but I was never much of an exhibitionist. Voyeur, yes, but that's another story . . . well, actually, several other stories.
But I digress. I don't want to be drooled over and bought off- the guy's hot and I'm superficial; if he'd just flat-out asked me for a date, I'd probably have said yes. Mind you, this would be if I knew nothing about what a prick he is.
"Time to go!" I chirp, pushing all thoughts of Mr. Roses aside to get pissed over later in private with the vodka. "In the car, Yuu! And, Hao, be a dear and baby-sit the girls, won't you?" I add.
"Sure, no problem," Hao replies lightly, craning his neck to better inspect the centerfold.
"Who's a girl?!" Binary fumes, stomping a high-heeled hooker boot.
"Down, bitch." Hao slaps him upside the head without averting his eyes from his magazine.
"I'll give you 'bitch'!" Binary glowers at him. "Who's the one gettin' their rocks off a statue, eh?!"
"Who's the one drooling after the old guys like a lovesick schoolgirl?" Hao counters mildly, flipping to the next page.
"Hear that? Now we're old." Yuu gives me an amused look.
"Hey, don't look at me!" I protest. "I am young and virile and besides, he's certainly not interested in getting into MY pants, else it would've already happened! Repeatedly," I add with a giggle.
"QUATRE!" Ailin squeals, turning bright red.
"Like you haven't heard dirtier stuff than that," I scoff, searching my jacket for my cigarettes.
"You really are shameless, koi," Yuu says, laughing. I melt instantly and totally forget the coffin nails.
He's wearing that smile. The real one, that he hardly ever uses, that makes him honestly look his age for once.
"You're . . . happy," I whisper, and feel my eyes tear up in some screwed-up kind of glee.
"Quatre?" Binary blinks. "Dude, are you crying?"
"Oh, shut up," I mutter and quickly get in the car. "Are you coming or not?!" I demand, glaring at Yuu.
He's still smiling "that way." "Hai, koibito," he affirms and slides in next to me. I swear to God, if he weren't the only friend I've had in this life, I'd kill him for making me worry about him this way.
"Baka," I retort sourly.
"Your pronunciation still sucks," Yuu tells me with a chuckle as I turn the key in the ignition.
"Screw you," I answer glibly. He's still smiling. I'm so glad . . .
God, when the fuck did I get this freaking sentimental? I'm sure that my soulmate would kill me if they caught me mooning over "Mr. I'm-So-Perfect" like this.
. . . oh, great, now I'm thinking about soulmates again. Brilliant, Quatre. Abso-sodding-lutely brilliant. Let's depress ourselves. Maybe we can get drunk later too, since we hold our alcohol SO well.
Still, though- he's been a good friend. Better than a nut like me deserves.
And I'm really glad he's smiling.
* ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *
"And ah, my love, how dear you are / I love it when we're in your car," the radio sings before Yuu kills it. Damn, I like that song.
But I fucking LOVE my car. It's black and shiny and though I have no clue what make or model it is, I look fricking cool driving it, and Yuu looks like liquid sex sprawled in the passenger seat, which is all that really matters anyway.
Mm, spontaneous erotic fantasy . . .
Ahem.
The damn inability to focus strikes again. Well, no, actually I AM quite focused- just on images of Yuu doing inappropriate things and wearing very little while doing it. Mm, scratch that- wearing nothing. Or maybe something leather and strappy.
Yuu smacks me (not in the good way). "Eyes on the officer, baka koibito," he orders. "Stop daydreaming."
"Yes, ma'am!" I salute him and narrowly avoid getting whapped (still not in the good way, mind).
The cop sitting outside the car window sighs. "Can I just see your license?" he asks plaintively. Impatient bitch; I've only been stalling for fifteen minutes.
Then his partner steps up, and Yuu looks a LOT less appetizing.
"Arrest me. Now," I say automatically.
Cop #2 (hereafter known as Da Sexy Bitch) gives me a dubious look. "Problems, gentlemen?" she asks dryly.
"Lookit the pretty lady, Yuu," I say wistfully, giving her my biggest puppy eyes. Yuu cranes his neck to see her and turns bright red.
"My God, you're gorgeous," he tells Da Sexy Bitch. Yes, he's gay, but this chick could make the gayest of the gay convert. Homophobic straight women would bang her. And speaking of banging . . .
"Fuck me," I beg, grabbing her hands in mine. Da Sexy Bitch laughs.
Her partner glowers at me. Actually, he's quite pretty too (mmm, another blonde), but nowhere NEAR as friendly as Da Sexy Bitch, so . . .
"OW!" I yelp as Da Sexy Bitch's ticketbook smacks down on my wandering hand. Okay, NOT so friendly. Yuu snickers and I give him a pout. "Pity me, damn you," I whine.
"Pity yourself," he scoffs.
"Are you jealous, my Yuu?" I coo, completely switching gears. "Perhaps YOU might like to fuck?"
"In front of the nice policemen?" he asks dryly, raising a dubious eyebrow.
"Hasn't it always been one of your wildest fantasies to screw in front of a cop?" I ask innocently. "And look, there's TWO of 'em! Admittedly, I don't think they count as policeMEN . . . "
Cop #1 twitches. "I hate traffic detail," he grumbles, massaging his forehead.
"If you'd listen to the captain for once in your life, we'd have been promoted ages ago. Still, let's arrest them after all," Da Sexy Bitch suggests.
"Please do!" I chirp brightly, holding out my wrists and grinning. "And which of you lovelies shall be frisking us today . . .?"
"Shut up, koi," Yuu mutters, going scarlet as he glances at Da Sexy Bitch again.
Da Sexy Bitch smirks and leans over (thank you, God!). "I recognize you now- you're that 'psychic detective.' What's your name . . . Quetra?"
"Quatre," I correct with a faint sigh. And there goes my credibility- out the window with any and all chance of laying this girl. Third time this month, too (yes, we DO get pulled over a lot; why do you ask?).
"Cool." She grins and flips her hair, eyelashes fluttering slightly.
. . . odd, isn't this a popular flirting technique?
Her partner sighs. "Raye," he begins through gritted teeth, "do not, I repeat, do NOT hit on the crazy man, okay?"
"But he's cute," Da Sexy Bitch (hereafter known as Raye) pouts. "And I've never slept with a psychic detective before."
I think I can die happy now.
"Focus, please?" Yuu asks through gritted teeth, pinching my ear. Aw, is somebody jealous?
Yeah, I wish.
* tbc . . . *
. : reviewing is good for the soul : .
Quatre's POV. Why am I still writing that? ^_^;;
"The Complications of Sugar vs. Spice"
There's this guy next door.
You know the type- annoyingly self-righteous and with a thing for parking at the perfect angle to get your car stuck between his and a wall.
So while I curse the name of Neal Torrin, aspiring young businessman (I swear, one of these days I'm gonna smite him sooo bad!), Yuu kicks the fender of said Neal's sexy little sports car. Meanwhile, I remove the small garden's worth of red roses from the front seat of MY sexy little sports car.
The guy's not the brightest bulb in the batch, but damn it, you'd think he'd take the hint after we did this thirty-odd times.
"He really likes you, doesn't he," Yuu observes in a slightly annoyed tone that usually foretells death.
I growl in annoyance and dump the flowers in the nearest trashcan. "That's HIS problem, not mine," I grumble. "God, why's he always gotta do this to me?"
"As has been mentioned, he like, LIKES you," Binary says with exaggerated sweetness, fluttering those false eyelashes for the at least the twelfth time of the day. Hao snickers in amusement, barely lifting his eyes from the porno he's unabashedly reading in public despite Ailin's disapproving scowl. Not that I have room to talk about doing naughty things, but I was never much of an exhibitionist. Voyeur, yes, but that's another story . . . well, actually, several other stories.
But I digress. I don't want to be drooled over and bought off- the guy's hot and I'm superficial; if he'd just flat-out asked me for a date, I'd probably have said yes. Mind you, this would be if I knew nothing about what a prick he is.
"Time to go!" I chirp, pushing all thoughts of Mr. Roses aside to get pissed over later in private with the vodka. "In the car, Yuu! And, Hao, be a dear and baby-sit the girls, won't you?" I add.
"Sure, no problem," Hao replies lightly, craning his neck to better inspect the centerfold.
"Who's a girl?!" Binary fumes, stomping a high-heeled hooker boot.
"Down, bitch." Hao slaps him upside the head without averting his eyes from his magazine.
"I'll give you 'bitch'!" Binary glowers at him. "Who's the one gettin' their rocks off a statue, eh?!"
"Who's the one drooling after the old guys like a lovesick schoolgirl?" Hao counters mildly, flipping to the next page.
"Hear that? Now we're old." Yuu gives me an amused look.
"Hey, don't look at me!" I protest. "I am young and virile and besides, he's certainly not interested in getting into MY pants, else it would've already happened! Repeatedly," I add with a giggle.
"QUATRE!" Ailin squeals, turning bright red.
"Like you haven't heard dirtier stuff than that," I scoff, searching my jacket for my cigarettes.
"You really are shameless, koi," Yuu says, laughing. I melt instantly and totally forget the coffin nails.
He's wearing that smile. The real one, that he hardly ever uses, that makes him honestly look his age for once.
"You're . . . happy," I whisper, and feel my eyes tear up in some screwed-up kind of glee.
"Quatre?" Binary blinks. "Dude, are you crying?"
"Oh, shut up," I mutter and quickly get in the car. "Are you coming or not?!" I demand, glaring at Yuu.
He's still smiling "that way." "Hai, koibito," he affirms and slides in next to me. I swear to God, if he weren't the only friend I've had in this life, I'd kill him for making me worry about him this way.
"Baka," I retort sourly.
"Your pronunciation still sucks," Yuu tells me with a chuckle as I turn the key in the ignition.
"Screw you," I answer glibly. He's still smiling. I'm so glad . . .
God, when the fuck did I get this freaking sentimental? I'm sure that my soulmate would kill me if they caught me mooning over "Mr. I'm-So-Perfect" like this.
. . . oh, great, now I'm thinking about soulmates again. Brilliant, Quatre. Abso-sodding-lutely brilliant. Let's depress ourselves. Maybe we can get drunk later too, since we hold our alcohol SO well.
Still, though- he's been a good friend. Better than a nut like me deserves.
And I'm really glad he's smiling.
* ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *
"And ah, my love, how dear you are / I love it when we're in your car," the radio sings before Yuu kills it. Damn, I like that song.
But I fucking LOVE my car. It's black and shiny and though I have no clue what make or model it is, I look fricking cool driving it, and Yuu looks like liquid sex sprawled in the passenger seat, which is all that really matters anyway.
Mm, spontaneous erotic fantasy . . .
Ahem.
The damn inability to focus strikes again. Well, no, actually I AM quite focused- just on images of Yuu doing inappropriate things and wearing very little while doing it. Mm, scratch that- wearing nothing. Or maybe something leather and strappy.
Yuu smacks me (not in the good way). "Eyes on the officer, baka koibito," he orders. "Stop daydreaming."
"Yes, ma'am!" I salute him and narrowly avoid getting whapped (still not in the good way, mind).
The cop sitting outside the car window sighs. "Can I just see your license?" he asks plaintively. Impatient bitch; I've only been stalling for fifteen minutes.
Then his partner steps up, and Yuu looks a LOT less appetizing.
"Arrest me. Now," I say automatically.
Cop #2 (hereafter known as Da Sexy Bitch) gives me a dubious look. "Problems, gentlemen?" she asks dryly.
"Lookit the pretty lady, Yuu," I say wistfully, giving her my biggest puppy eyes. Yuu cranes his neck to see her and turns bright red.
"My God, you're gorgeous," he tells Da Sexy Bitch. Yes, he's gay, but this chick could make the gayest of the gay convert. Homophobic straight women would bang her. And speaking of banging . . .
"Fuck me," I beg, grabbing her hands in mine. Da Sexy Bitch laughs.
Her partner glowers at me. Actually, he's quite pretty too (mmm, another blonde), but nowhere NEAR as friendly as Da Sexy Bitch, so . . .
"OW!" I yelp as Da Sexy Bitch's ticketbook smacks down on my wandering hand. Okay, NOT so friendly. Yuu snickers and I give him a pout. "Pity me, damn you," I whine.
"Pity yourself," he scoffs.
"Are you jealous, my Yuu?" I coo, completely switching gears. "Perhaps YOU might like to fuck?"
"In front of the nice policemen?" he asks dryly, raising a dubious eyebrow.
"Hasn't it always been one of your wildest fantasies to screw in front of a cop?" I ask innocently. "And look, there's TWO of 'em! Admittedly, I don't think they count as policeMEN . . . "
Cop #1 twitches. "I hate traffic detail," he grumbles, massaging his forehead.
"If you'd listen to the captain for once in your life, we'd have been promoted ages ago. Still, let's arrest them after all," Da Sexy Bitch suggests.
"Please do!" I chirp brightly, holding out my wrists and grinning. "And which of you lovelies shall be frisking us today . . .?"
"Shut up, koi," Yuu mutters, going scarlet as he glances at Da Sexy Bitch again.
Da Sexy Bitch smirks and leans over (thank you, God!). "I recognize you now- you're that 'psychic detective.' What's your name . . . Quetra?"
"Quatre," I correct with a faint sigh. And there goes my credibility- out the window with any and all chance of laying this girl. Third time this month, too (yes, we DO get pulled over a lot; why do you ask?).
"Cool." She grins and flips her hair, eyelashes fluttering slightly.
. . . odd, isn't this a popular flirting technique?
Her partner sighs. "Raye," he begins through gritted teeth, "do not, I repeat, do NOT hit on the crazy man, okay?"
"But he's cute," Da Sexy Bitch (hereafter known as Raye) pouts. "And I've never slept with a psychic detective before."
I think I can die happy now.
"Focus, please?" Yuu asks through gritted teeth, pinching my ear. Aw, is somebody jealous?
Yeah, I wish.
* tbc . . . *
. : reviewing is good for the soul : .
