Title: For Love And Fear Factor.
Summery: The g-boys have been invited onto fear factor, so the two couples team up against each other to see who is the stronger couple, and to bring two longing lovers together.
Warnings: YAOI!!!!!! Just to get that over and done with, there is guy on guy action, there are some gross elements in the challenges, and silliness in the competition, that's about all that I can think of, you have been warned!
A/N: hey-dee hey!!! This is my first attempt at a sort of humour fic, not very funny, more silliness, but let me know what you think of it, good or bad? Here we go, the prologue of For Love And Fear Factor!!!!
Prologue:
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The phone buzzed impatiently as a slim-fingered hand emerged from under a heaped-up duvet. The hand snaked its way over the bedside table, around a lamp and over a gun to grab the receiver and drag it back into the depths of the covers.
"Hello?" a slightly husky male voice asked sleepily.
"HIYA ZECHSIE!" a drawling American voice cheerily boomed from the other end.
The lump under the bed jumped violently and the voice cried, "Duo! What do you want? And what are you doing up this early anyway?"
"Early? Uh, it's half two Zechs," Duo replied, chuckling.
"Oh, eh, sorry," Zechs muttered embarrassed, "Anyway, what do you want?"
"Well, me and the guys were invited to take part in this game show, but the thing is, we need three to a team, and me and Hee-chan want to know if you'll be on ours."
"What's the game?" Zechs yawned.
"Fear Factor. It's really cool. Ever heard of it? Will you come?"
"Yes, I have and no I don't think I'll come."
"Awwww, please!" Duo whined down the phone.
Zechs winced, but his voice remained firm, "I'm sorry Duo, but I don't want to."
"Pleeeaaaasssseeee!"
"No!"
"But- "
"No buts! I don't want to go and that's that!"
There was a long pause, then slyly Duo said, "Wu-fei will be there."
Immediately, Zechs sat straight up, his eyes wide.
"He will?" he gulped, a vision of mysterious onyx eyes flashing through his mind.
"Yup. I'm sure he would love to see you, but if you don't want to go…"
"Wait!" Zechs shouted down the phone, then quickly continued more calmly and quietly, "I think I will go actually."
"Great!" Duo whooped with joy, "Be at our house at three o' clock, and don't be late. Bye!"
"Bye," Zechs replied, and slowly hung up the phone.
Thoughts were whirling through his mind, mostly fixated on that beautiful Chinese boy, with his big, beautiful eyes, his tanned, flawless skin, his luscious lips and his slim, tapered waist….
Zechs groaned and ran his hand through his platinum hair, muttering, "I need a shower, and a cold one."
Quickly, he walked into the bathroom, turned on the shower, stripped off his boxers and stepped in. (A/N: *drool….*) He yelped as the cold water struck his goose pimpled flesh, but forced his shivering body to stay under the torrent. After a few moments, he switched the water to hot and quickly washed his hair and body. He turned off the shower, stepped out, dried himself, and wrapping the towel loosely around his hips, walked back into his room where he discarded the towel and pulled on a pair of clean boxers, tight blue jeans and a white tank top. He quickly ran a comb through his hair, brushing his bangs down in front of his face, then ran downstairs for breakfast, which was basically a cup of coffee. When he was done, he ran up to his room and grabbed a bag, sighing, "I'd better get ready to go."
*~*~*~*
The phone beeped incessantly, immediately snapping the young teenager boy out of his meditative state. Warily, he stalked over to the phone and snatched it up.
"Hello?" he snapped slightly.
A cheerful face popped up on the screen of the vid-phone.
"Good morning to you too Wu-fei," the boy brightly chirped.
Wu-fei's voice softened as he replied, "Oh, Quatre, I'm sorry."
"No, problem," Quatre brushed it off lightly.
"What is it?" Wu-fei asked.
"Well, you see, the rest of the group and I were asked to take part in a game show, Fear Factor. Ever heard of it?"
"Yes, I've seen it once or twice," Wu-fei mumbled.
"Great! Well then you know what it's about. The thing is we need three to a team, and Trowa and I want to know if you'd be on ours."
"I don't really want to, the show looks stupid and childish, it would be dishonourable."
"Awww, come on, it'll be fun," Quatre begged, his eyes wide and innocent.
"No, it's just a waste of time."
At that moment, Trowa appeared from behind Quatre. Gently, he took the phone off Quatre, simply stated, "Zechs is going," and handed the phone back to Quatre, who mouthed, "Thank you," to Trowa, before turning back to the screen, where he saw Wu-fei standing, his mouth gaping.
"Is this true?" he asked Quatre, who smiled brightly and nodded.
"So you'll come?" Quatre asked.
"Oh, alright," Wu-fei conceded grumbling, though secretly he was jumping up and down with excitement.
"Great! We'll pick you up at three o' clock. See ya then!"
The screen went blank and Wu-fei hung up the phone, a small, goofy smile forming on his lips. It had been so long since he'd seen Zechs, yet he could remember every detail of the former masked pilot's figure- his crystal clear blue eyes, his long blond hair, and that body!
'Damn,' Wu-fei thought, glancing down, 'I need to get myself under control.'
Slowly, he settled down into his cross-legged position and sunk back into the recesses of meditation.
Sooooo what do you think? Yay, or Nay, should I continue? Pleeze review and I will send you warm fuzzy thoughts! Farethee well! ^_^