Title: Exercising an Option
Author: Gina Lin Melton Genre: Romance, Adventure Pairing: 5+S, 4+3, 2+1, 13+6, Various Rating: R Warnings: Yaoi, Het, Citrus, Language Archived: S_E Updates, FF.net
Chapter 6
Duo rolled over and looked at the luminous dial on his alarm clock. 3:14 a.m. Wonderful.
"Damnit, Rusty, I can't believe you can't wait until morning," he said, sitting up and scratching the back of his neck.
The Golden Retriever whined and gave Duo his best apologetic dog look.
"Okay, you big whine-baby, I'll take you for a walk."
Rusty, being a dog, had a limited vocabulary, but "walk" was definitely in it. He gave a dog grin to Duo and ran to pull his leash off of the hook on by the door.
"Thanks for reminding me how well-trained I am," groused Duo, standing up and stretching until the vertebrae in his back popped.
"How come you can learn that, but you can't learn to open me a beer?" asked Duo, clumsily pulling on his jeans, and slipping on his green employee jacket.
Rusty cocked his head at Duo inquiringly. "Forget it," said Duo. "I saw a dog on TV that could do that, but I guess it was faked."
Rusty whined again, and went to stand by the door.
"Okay, I'm hurrying," said Duo. "Remember, if you have an accident, you're cleaning it up."
He slipped on his sneakers and snapped on Rusty's leash.
"Make it quick, buddy," he said, "No stopping to chase gophers and pissing on every damn bush in the county."
Rusty pulled him outside of the row of townhouses where the Green Mountain employees all lived, behind the spa.
Rusty, after sniffing carefully at a few interesting choices, decided to water a large aspen tree near the edge of the townhouse lawns.
Duo leaned against a nearby tree and yawned so widely, he felt his eardrums pop. The next sensation he felt was somewhat less familiar, that of something hard being shoved into his back.
His eyes widened and he said, "I don't have my wallet with me, asshole, I'm taking my dog out for a piss." He fleetingly wondered where the hell Security was.
"I'm not robbing you," said a vaguely familiar voice. " I thought you might be one of the security people for the inn. Same jacket. Sorry."
"Oh, I thought you were just glad to see me," joked Duo, swallowing nervously and lowering his arms. He hadn't even realized he'd raised them.
He turned around, just as Heero was pushing his revolver back inside his pants.
"Gee, aren't you afraid that'll go off in there?" he asked, still panting a little with fear.
Heero gave him an unreadable look and folded his arms.
"Guess not, he he," Duo realized he was close to babbling with relief.
"Do you mind if I ask you what you're doing wandering around outside in the middle of nowhere with a gun?" he asked.
Rusty the Gutless Wonder-dog sniffed Heero curiously and then licked his hand in a blatant gesture of canine obsequiousness.
"Insomnia," said Heero shortly, absently petting the dog behind the ears.
"Interesting cure," said Duo, frowning at Rusty for being a self-serving traitor. "Sticking your gun in people's backs makes you sleepy?"
"The security guard was treating me like a prisoner," said Heero. "I don't like that. All I wanted was to go out for a walk."
"Just a security thing," said Duo. "They lock up at night to prevent theft, to keep insurance rates down. Understand?"
"I don't like it," Heero growled.
"This doesn't have anything to do with that earlier freak-out you had at dinner, does it?" asked Duo in a thoughtful tone.
"Maybe," said Heero. He kept his eyes lowered.
"Well, you're probably locked out now," said Duo. "Come on, we'll go to my place, I have a spare room."
"Not tired," said Heero.
"Well, come on anyway," said Duo in an exasperated voice. "You can't fucking well spend all night out here!"
He turned to walk off, yanking Rusty's leash a little, not looking back.
Heero stared at him for a few seconds, then followed.
"Sorry about the mess," said Duo, flipping on the light. "Wasn't expecting company."
He toed off his shoes and flopped down on the sofa. Rusty jumped up next to him on the sofa and put his head on Duo's lap.
"Sit down," he said to Heero, who was looking around warily.
Finally, he lowered himself into an armchair.
"I think you'd better tell me what the hell is going on," said Duo.
"I hit the security guard," said Heero.
"Wonderful," groaned Duo. "Because he wouldn't let you out?"
"Yes," said Heero.
"Is there a reason for that, or do you just like to knock people around for the hell of it?" asked Duo.
"I don't know," said Heero.
"Well, if you don't know, I don't either," said Duo.
"I wanted out," said Heero in a monotone.
Duo looked carefully at the other man, who was pale, breathing hard, and had a "deer in the headlights" look on his face. He realized that it was a look of repressed panic.
"Okay, no more questions. Would you like something hot to drink, some herbal tea?" he asked. "It'll calm you down."
"All right," said Heero, swallowing hard.
Duo got up and went into the kitchen. He filled the teakettle, turned on the gas and went back out into the living room.
Rusty had gone over to solicit attention from the other man. Duo wasn't surprised. Rusty would go with a serial killer if it meant he would get his ears scratched. The guy unexpectedly sitting in his living room might be one, for all he knew.
Heero was quietly petting the dog on the head, scratching around his ears.
"His name is Rusty," Duo said, leaning on the doorjamb between the kitchen and the small living room.
"Rusty," Heero repeated.
"You have a dog?" asked Duo, trying to draw a conversation out of the other man.
"No," said Heero. "No time for one." He kept petting the dog.
Duo gave up trying to elicit a dialogue and sat down.
He gazed at the other man petting his dog at 3:30 in the blessed A.M.
Handsome, Duo decided. Slender, military posture, athletic, medium height. Shaggy dark brown hair that looked as though he spent as little time as possible looking in the mirror. Definitely Asian features, but something else there too. Dark blue eyes seem to confirm that conclusion. Very intense blue eyes that seemed to miss nothing.
The teakettle whistled, causing Duo to pull in his straying thoughts.
"Tea ready in a moment," he said, going back out into the kitchen.
He quickly made two cups of chamomile and lemon tea with a bit of honey and brought them out.
"What's this?' asked Heero.
"Herbal tea," said Duo. "It'll help you sleep."
Heero sniffed and smelled a flowery lemon scent, shrugged and took a sip.
"It's not coffee," he said, "but it's good."
"You should cut back on the coffee if you can't sleep," said Duo.
"I don't like to sleep," said Heero.
"Oh," said Duo, sipping the tea. There didn't seem to be a glib reply to that odd statement.
"I guess you know this," he began after a pause, "But it's more or less necessary to sleep?"
Heero looked at him blankly, saying nothing. Quietly, they finished drinking their tea.
"Great," thought Duo. "I'm sitting here with a guy who hasn't slept in God knows how long, who just knocked out a security guard in a blind panic, and who carries a loaded gun. I'm fucking stupid beyond belief. And to boot, I think he's the hottest looking thing I've ever seen."
Instead of giving voice to his misgivings, he said, "Come on, I'll show you the spare room."
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Sanderson, the blond security man groaned and shook his head as he came back to consciousness and sat up, rubbing his bruised and aching jaw. He immediately grabbed his two-way radio and thumbed it on.
"Harrison here," came his chief's voice.
"I got clipped by one of the guests because I wouldn't let him out of the building," said Sanderson hoarsely. "That lawyer guy, Yuy."
"I'll be right down," said Harrison. "Where is he now?"
"Outside," said Sanderson. "I guess."
"I want him found," said Harrison. "Khushrenada will have my ass on a plate if something happens to one of his precious guests."
"Son of a bitch hit me hard," said Sanderson, wincing again as he fingered his jaw. He felt around in his pockets. "Took my keys too, godammit!" the man said.
"I want him found before morning," growled Harrison. "The last thing I want is for this to get out. Keep your mouth shut and find the bastard."
"Right," said Sanderson, standing up and weaving a bit.
He staggered out of the front doors, switching on the heavy flashlight he carried on his belt.
Heero was led to a small room with a double bed. It was Spartan, but neat and surprisingly clean.
"Don't use this much," said Duo. "You can borrow some pajamas we look about the same size."
"No thanks," said Heero.
"Well, I'll just let you get some rest then," said Duo, edging out of the door as the other man removed his jacket and sat down to take off his sneakers.
"The dog," said Heero.
"What?" asked Duo. "What about Rusty?"
"Can he stay in here with me?" asked Heero.
Duo raised his eyebrows at the odd request.
"I guess," he said finally. "If he wants to.
Heero held out his hand and Rusty walked over.
"Rusty," said Heero. The dog licked his hand.
Heero went over to sit on the bed. "Here," he said, patting the foot of the bed.
Rusty jumped up on the bed, turned around three times and settled down onto his belly, head resting on his paws.
"I guess that answers that," said Duo.
He grinned slightly. "I'm warning you, he's a bed hog."
"Thank you," said Heero, reaching over to pet the dog again.
"Good night," said Duo, closing the door.
"Good night," said Heero.
Heero switched off the small bedside lamp, and lay on top of the bed, not bothering to remove his jeans, and pulled the blanket over himself. One hand rested on Rusty's warm fur. The other slipped the gun in his jeans under the pillow beneath his head.
He was asleep five minutes later.
Sleep came to Duo somewhat later. He was still wondering why he had invited this obviously troubled person into his house.
"Oh, well, Rusty likes him, and aren't dogs supposed to be a good judge of character, or sumthin like that?" he argued with himself. Finally, he closed his eyes and relaxed.
The Horny Duo brain elf snickered as he popped up, "It's because he's hot, you idiot. How long has it been since you got any?"
The Common Sense Duo brain elf shook it's head, looked worried and frowned at Horny. "Baby, you don't want to have sex with a psycho! Besides, the guy doesn't look like the touchy feely type, anyway. Go lay down, Horny, for once, let me do the thinking."
The Lonely Duo brain elf cleared its throat. "I'd like to say something. Maybe this guy just needs a little TLC. I mean, don't we all? I think he's just a little introverted, maybe had some bad experiences. Who hasn't? Our life hasn't exactly been roses and sunshine."
"You always think that," said Common Sense. "You're almost as bad as Horny."
"Hey," said Fear. "What if I come onto this guy and he shoots me or something. I mean, come on, he carries a GUN for God's sake!"
"You just can't handle rejection," said Lonely. "Don't you know you have to risk a little to get something in return?"
"Shut up Lonely, you've got us in trouble too many times," said Common Sense.
"Horny is worse!" whined Lonely, starting to sniffle.
"At least Horny knows it's just about lust," said Common Sense. "He doesn't try to have more than a little bouncy-bouncy, then he goes back to sleep."
"Yeah, Lonely, you're such a hopeless romantic," said Fear.
"Hey, at least I stick my neck out once in a while," retorted Lonely. "I'm not a big chicken-shit like some people!"
"I keep us from getting hurt again!" protested Fear. "We all hate that, don't we?" he looked around at the others.
They all nodded. "If you'd just let me be the boss," said Common Sense. "That'd never happen."
"And we'd never get out and have any fun," grumbled Horny. "We're not a freakin monk, you know, although that'd suit you just fine."
"And, I'd never get any rest," said Lonely. "I'd have him eating a quart of chocolate ice cream every day and watching soap operas."
"I don't know," said Fear. "Maybe that's not so bad, I mean. At least we'd never feel pain again. I hate pain."
"We'd never feel anything again, you loser!" said Lonely emphatically. "You all know there's no such thing as a painless existence!"
"I think you're a masochistic freak!" said Common Sense. "You'd do anything not to be alone!"
"Would not!" Lonely stuck out his tongue.
"Would too!" said Common Sense.
"Oh for God's sake, will you two shut up?" yelled Horny. "I'm trying to have a pornographic dream here! It's the only fun I get these days!"
"Could that guy down the hall be in it?" asked Lonely hopefully, his eyes lighting up.
"Sure, why not?" asked Horny with a big grin.
"Are you two ganging up on us again?" asked Common Sense and Fear, folding their arms and frowning.
"YES!" they both answered and put their heads together, whispering and giggling.
"Why don't you come over here and see this?" asked Horny suggestively, beginning to stroke himself.
Common Sense started to feel dizzy and weak in the knees. He looked to Fear for backup, but Fear was drooling and looked hazy with lust.
Lonely sighed. "Well, I guess it's better than nothing," and closed his eyes and gave Horny a soul searing kiss.
Common Sense passed out from lack of blood to the brain. Fear huddled in the corner; apparently no one was going to listen to him this time.
"OH, yeah, baby!" yelled Horny, watching the dream with Lonely, who was sighing dreamily. "That's my boy!"
"So romantic," murmured Lonely, threading his fingers through his loose hair. His eyes sparkled.
"Yeah go for it!" gasped Horny throwing his head back and groaning loudly enough to wake the dead.
"Wonderful!" sighed Lonely. "I love you!" he moaned.
"Oh, right," said Horny, snuggling up to Lonely.
"You only want me for cheap thrills," said Lonely, but he had a smile on his face.
Horny didn't hear, because he was dead to the world.
The alarm rang. Duo reached over half asleep and hit the snooze button.
An uncomfortably wet sensation was more effective than the alarm in waking him a moment later.
"Shit," said Duo, rolling out of the wet spot and sliding down his boxers, threw them into the hamper in the corner of his room.
"That was the weirdest fucking dream I've ever had," he mumbled, and stumbled naked to the adjoining bathroom to take a shower.
Author: Gina Lin Melton Genre: Romance, Adventure Pairing: 5+S, 4+3, 2+1, 13+6, Various Rating: R Warnings: Yaoi, Het, Citrus, Language Archived: S_E Updates, FF.net
Chapter 6
Duo rolled over and looked at the luminous dial on his alarm clock. 3:14 a.m. Wonderful.
"Damnit, Rusty, I can't believe you can't wait until morning," he said, sitting up and scratching the back of his neck.
The Golden Retriever whined and gave Duo his best apologetic dog look.
"Okay, you big whine-baby, I'll take you for a walk."
Rusty, being a dog, had a limited vocabulary, but "walk" was definitely in it. He gave a dog grin to Duo and ran to pull his leash off of the hook on by the door.
"Thanks for reminding me how well-trained I am," groused Duo, standing up and stretching until the vertebrae in his back popped.
"How come you can learn that, but you can't learn to open me a beer?" asked Duo, clumsily pulling on his jeans, and slipping on his green employee jacket.
Rusty cocked his head at Duo inquiringly. "Forget it," said Duo. "I saw a dog on TV that could do that, but I guess it was faked."
Rusty whined again, and went to stand by the door.
"Okay, I'm hurrying," said Duo. "Remember, if you have an accident, you're cleaning it up."
He slipped on his sneakers and snapped on Rusty's leash.
"Make it quick, buddy," he said, "No stopping to chase gophers and pissing on every damn bush in the county."
Rusty pulled him outside of the row of townhouses where the Green Mountain employees all lived, behind the spa.
Rusty, after sniffing carefully at a few interesting choices, decided to water a large aspen tree near the edge of the townhouse lawns.
Duo leaned against a nearby tree and yawned so widely, he felt his eardrums pop. The next sensation he felt was somewhat less familiar, that of something hard being shoved into his back.
His eyes widened and he said, "I don't have my wallet with me, asshole, I'm taking my dog out for a piss." He fleetingly wondered where the hell Security was.
"I'm not robbing you," said a vaguely familiar voice. " I thought you might be one of the security people for the inn. Same jacket. Sorry."
"Oh, I thought you were just glad to see me," joked Duo, swallowing nervously and lowering his arms. He hadn't even realized he'd raised them.
He turned around, just as Heero was pushing his revolver back inside his pants.
"Gee, aren't you afraid that'll go off in there?" he asked, still panting a little with fear.
Heero gave him an unreadable look and folded his arms.
"Guess not, he he," Duo realized he was close to babbling with relief.
"Do you mind if I ask you what you're doing wandering around outside in the middle of nowhere with a gun?" he asked.
Rusty the Gutless Wonder-dog sniffed Heero curiously and then licked his hand in a blatant gesture of canine obsequiousness.
"Insomnia," said Heero shortly, absently petting the dog behind the ears.
"Interesting cure," said Duo, frowning at Rusty for being a self-serving traitor. "Sticking your gun in people's backs makes you sleepy?"
"The security guard was treating me like a prisoner," said Heero. "I don't like that. All I wanted was to go out for a walk."
"Just a security thing," said Duo. "They lock up at night to prevent theft, to keep insurance rates down. Understand?"
"I don't like it," Heero growled.
"This doesn't have anything to do with that earlier freak-out you had at dinner, does it?" asked Duo in a thoughtful tone.
"Maybe," said Heero. He kept his eyes lowered.
"Well, you're probably locked out now," said Duo. "Come on, we'll go to my place, I have a spare room."
"Not tired," said Heero.
"Well, come on anyway," said Duo in an exasperated voice. "You can't fucking well spend all night out here!"
He turned to walk off, yanking Rusty's leash a little, not looking back.
Heero stared at him for a few seconds, then followed.
"Sorry about the mess," said Duo, flipping on the light. "Wasn't expecting company."
He toed off his shoes and flopped down on the sofa. Rusty jumped up next to him on the sofa and put his head on Duo's lap.
"Sit down," he said to Heero, who was looking around warily.
Finally, he lowered himself into an armchair.
"I think you'd better tell me what the hell is going on," said Duo.
"I hit the security guard," said Heero.
"Wonderful," groaned Duo. "Because he wouldn't let you out?"
"Yes," said Heero.
"Is there a reason for that, or do you just like to knock people around for the hell of it?" asked Duo.
"I don't know," said Heero.
"Well, if you don't know, I don't either," said Duo.
"I wanted out," said Heero in a monotone.
Duo looked carefully at the other man, who was pale, breathing hard, and had a "deer in the headlights" look on his face. He realized that it was a look of repressed panic.
"Okay, no more questions. Would you like something hot to drink, some herbal tea?" he asked. "It'll calm you down."
"All right," said Heero, swallowing hard.
Duo got up and went into the kitchen. He filled the teakettle, turned on the gas and went back out into the living room.
Rusty had gone over to solicit attention from the other man. Duo wasn't surprised. Rusty would go with a serial killer if it meant he would get his ears scratched. The guy unexpectedly sitting in his living room might be one, for all he knew.
Heero was quietly petting the dog on the head, scratching around his ears.
"His name is Rusty," Duo said, leaning on the doorjamb between the kitchen and the small living room.
"Rusty," Heero repeated.
"You have a dog?" asked Duo, trying to draw a conversation out of the other man.
"No," said Heero. "No time for one." He kept petting the dog.
Duo gave up trying to elicit a dialogue and sat down.
He gazed at the other man petting his dog at 3:30 in the blessed A.M.
Handsome, Duo decided. Slender, military posture, athletic, medium height. Shaggy dark brown hair that looked as though he spent as little time as possible looking in the mirror. Definitely Asian features, but something else there too. Dark blue eyes seem to confirm that conclusion. Very intense blue eyes that seemed to miss nothing.
The teakettle whistled, causing Duo to pull in his straying thoughts.
"Tea ready in a moment," he said, going back out into the kitchen.
He quickly made two cups of chamomile and lemon tea with a bit of honey and brought them out.
"What's this?' asked Heero.
"Herbal tea," said Duo. "It'll help you sleep."
Heero sniffed and smelled a flowery lemon scent, shrugged and took a sip.
"It's not coffee," he said, "but it's good."
"You should cut back on the coffee if you can't sleep," said Duo.
"I don't like to sleep," said Heero.
"Oh," said Duo, sipping the tea. There didn't seem to be a glib reply to that odd statement.
"I guess you know this," he began after a pause, "But it's more or less necessary to sleep?"
Heero looked at him blankly, saying nothing. Quietly, they finished drinking their tea.
"Great," thought Duo. "I'm sitting here with a guy who hasn't slept in God knows how long, who just knocked out a security guard in a blind panic, and who carries a loaded gun. I'm fucking stupid beyond belief. And to boot, I think he's the hottest looking thing I've ever seen."
Instead of giving voice to his misgivings, he said, "Come on, I'll show you the spare room."
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Sanderson, the blond security man groaned and shook his head as he came back to consciousness and sat up, rubbing his bruised and aching jaw. He immediately grabbed his two-way radio and thumbed it on.
"Harrison here," came his chief's voice.
"I got clipped by one of the guests because I wouldn't let him out of the building," said Sanderson hoarsely. "That lawyer guy, Yuy."
"I'll be right down," said Harrison. "Where is he now?"
"Outside," said Sanderson. "I guess."
"I want him found," said Harrison. "Khushrenada will have my ass on a plate if something happens to one of his precious guests."
"Son of a bitch hit me hard," said Sanderson, wincing again as he fingered his jaw. He felt around in his pockets. "Took my keys too, godammit!" the man said.
"I want him found before morning," growled Harrison. "The last thing I want is for this to get out. Keep your mouth shut and find the bastard."
"Right," said Sanderson, standing up and weaving a bit.
He staggered out of the front doors, switching on the heavy flashlight he carried on his belt.
Heero was led to a small room with a double bed. It was Spartan, but neat and surprisingly clean.
"Don't use this much," said Duo. "You can borrow some pajamas we look about the same size."
"No thanks," said Heero.
"Well, I'll just let you get some rest then," said Duo, edging out of the door as the other man removed his jacket and sat down to take off his sneakers.
"The dog," said Heero.
"What?" asked Duo. "What about Rusty?"
"Can he stay in here with me?" asked Heero.
Duo raised his eyebrows at the odd request.
"I guess," he said finally. "If he wants to.
Heero held out his hand and Rusty walked over.
"Rusty," said Heero. The dog licked his hand.
Heero went over to sit on the bed. "Here," he said, patting the foot of the bed.
Rusty jumped up on the bed, turned around three times and settled down onto his belly, head resting on his paws.
"I guess that answers that," said Duo.
He grinned slightly. "I'm warning you, he's a bed hog."
"Thank you," said Heero, reaching over to pet the dog again.
"Good night," said Duo, closing the door.
"Good night," said Heero.
Heero switched off the small bedside lamp, and lay on top of the bed, not bothering to remove his jeans, and pulled the blanket over himself. One hand rested on Rusty's warm fur. The other slipped the gun in his jeans under the pillow beneath his head.
He was asleep five minutes later.
Sleep came to Duo somewhat later. He was still wondering why he had invited this obviously troubled person into his house.
"Oh, well, Rusty likes him, and aren't dogs supposed to be a good judge of character, or sumthin like that?" he argued with himself. Finally, he closed his eyes and relaxed.
The Horny Duo brain elf snickered as he popped up, "It's because he's hot, you idiot. How long has it been since you got any?"
The Common Sense Duo brain elf shook it's head, looked worried and frowned at Horny. "Baby, you don't want to have sex with a psycho! Besides, the guy doesn't look like the touchy feely type, anyway. Go lay down, Horny, for once, let me do the thinking."
The Lonely Duo brain elf cleared its throat. "I'd like to say something. Maybe this guy just needs a little TLC. I mean, don't we all? I think he's just a little introverted, maybe had some bad experiences. Who hasn't? Our life hasn't exactly been roses and sunshine."
"You always think that," said Common Sense. "You're almost as bad as Horny."
"Hey," said Fear. "What if I come onto this guy and he shoots me or something. I mean, come on, he carries a GUN for God's sake!"
"You just can't handle rejection," said Lonely. "Don't you know you have to risk a little to get something in return?"
"Shut up Lonely, you've got us in trouble too many times," said Common Sense.
"Horny is worse!" whined Lonely, starting to sniffle.
"At least Horny knows it's just about lust," said Common Sense. "He doesn't try to have more than a little bouncy-bouncy, then he goes back to sleep."
"Yeah, Lonely, you're such a hopeless romantic," said Fear.
"Hey, at least I stick my neck out once in a while," retorted Lonely. "I'm not a big chicken-shit like some people!"
"I keep us from getting hurt again!" protested Fear. "We all hate that, don't we?" he looked around at the others.
They all nodded. "If you'd just let me be the boss," said Common Sense. "That'd never happen."
"And we'd never get out and have any fun," grumbled Horny. "We're not a freakin monk, you know, although that'd suit you just fine."
"And, I'd never get any rest," said Lonely. "I'd have him eating a quart of chocolate ice cream every day and watching soap operas."
"I don't know," said Fear. "Maybe that's not so bad, I mean. At least we'd never feel pain again. I hate pain."
"We'd never feel anything again, you loser!" said Lonely emphatically. "You all know there's no such thing as a painless existence!"
"I think you're a masochistic freak!" said Common Sense. "You'd do anything not to be alone!"
"Would not!" Lonely stuck out his tongue.
"Would too!" said Common Sense.
"Oh for God's sake, will you two shut up?" yelled Horny. "I'm trying to have a pornographic dream here! It's the only fun I get these days!"
"Could that guy down the hall be in it?" asked Lonely hopefully, his eyes lighting up.
"Sure, why not?" asked Horny with a big grin.
"Are you two ganging up on us again?" asked Common Sense and Fear, folding their arms and frowning.
"YES!" they both answered and put their heads together, whispering and giggling.
"Why don't you come over here and see this?" asked Horny suggestively, beginning to stroke himself.
Common Sense started to feel dizzy and weak in the knees. He looked to Fear for backup, but Fear was drooling and looked hazy with lust.
Lonely sighed. "Well, I guess it's better than nothing," and closed his eyes and gave Horny a soul searing kiss.
Common Sense passed out from lack of blood to the brain. Fear huddled in the corner; apparently no one was going to listen to him this time.
"OH, yeah, baby!" yelled Horny, watching the dream with Lonely, who was sighing dreamily. "That's my boy!"
"So romantic," murmured Lonely, threading his fingers through his loose hair. His eyes sparkled.
"Yeah go for it!" gasped Horny throwing his head back and groaning loudly enough to wake the dead.
"Wonderful!" sighed Lonely. "I love you!" he moaned.
"Oh, right," said Horny, snuggling up to Lonely.
"You only want me for cheap thrills," said Lonely, but he had a smile on his face.
Horny didn't hear, because he was dead to the world.
The alarm rang. Duo reached over half asleep and hit the snooze button.
An uncomfortably wet sensation was more effective than the alarm in waking him a moment later.
"Shit," said Duo, rolling out of the wet spot and sliding down his boxers, threw them into the hamper in the corner of his room.
"That was the weirdest fucking dream I've ever had," he mumbled, and stumbled naked to the adjoining bathroom to take a shower.