Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam DAMMIT!!! GET USED TO IT!!! Burn all of you
nut cases that won't leave me the hell alone about their hatred of gay men!
YOU WILL ALL DIE!!! WAIT AND SEE!
Pairing: Duo/Heero
Warning: The pairing is the warning. If you are any of the following:
Lesbian Yuri Freak Homophobic Are dumb and don't know what gayness is
STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM THIS STORY THEN!
Rating: R (NC-17 Version you must email me for it! And to my little flamer, **ahem** I DO know the characters, I just am getting to write this again, I BELIEVE I mentioned that I STILL rusty. I haven't wrote a good 1x2 in a long time!)
Dedicated To:
Janine, Jessie, and all my FABULOUS reviewers! **leaves them pocky** ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
May 20- On a candy high ^_^ (------ My candy high face!
My name is Duo Maxwell and I have so many things to write in you about di- di.
Age: 15 Weight: 105 lbs Height: 5'1" (Short I know) Hair Color: Chestnut Hair Length: 3' Eye Color: Violet
Yes I know I am small, but like that means anything, NO! My sexuality is hard to describe. I know that I am not straight. I can't figure out if I lean the whole way or both. I guess there are many other things I have to use to determine that, don't I? Sorry my first entry is so short, I have nothing left to write!
-Duo-Chan
May 21: Love Struck ~.^ (---- To the one I love
Japanese, yet another language I have had to learn. That though is because I am in love with a boy of that culture. His eyes are of steel cobalt blue, masked by a mess of dark brown hair dangling over them when such sexiness. This teen makes me want to hold him so close, but then I know I can't.
I know he's too shy to ever ask me about going out or how I feel about him. So as of now I, Duo Maxwell, can say is that I love Heero Yuy. Damn all those homophobic fears I have to hell. I love a man and his name is Heero Yuy! I love a man who thinks his life has no purpose in his own eyes. Maybe he loves me too.
I love the way he moves. The way his hips rock when he walks. I wish I could rock between them. His bottom, so tightly fitting in those spandex shorts, filling them up so nicely. Oh how my hands want to search those crevasses. They just call to me and fill my dreams at night. Maybe he's the angel that is supposed to take me to heaven. Then again, my soul is heavily marked with sin.
Let me lay in your arms so warm, Yuy. Love me tender. I just beg to be next to you my Koi.
-Duo Maxwell
May 22: Love Sick- _ WHY MUST I FEEL THIS WAY! I like it anyway!
I continue to progress in life, even though he is constantly on my mind. I manage to get by, somehow. One day though, I am going to tell him how I long to hold him. Why does he always have to pass by me with such grace? As if he wanted to turn me on!
Heero, Heero, Heero, Heero
Heero, Heero, Heero, Heero
I can't get him off of my mind. Is this how love is supposed to feel? It hurts though. The way he teases me when he walks is like torture. My wanting tears and saliva cover this bloodstained diary. Then again, I guess getting to hear Keith Urban from a front seat view kicks ass.
Constantly, I write his name and sketch pictures of him. I wonder if he has erotic fantasies... But there is only one way that I can find that out and that is if I ask him out tomorrow. It will be so perfect! He has no major important exams and has free time. Diary, do you think that he'll love me? Mayhap... We'll just see what tomorrow brings.
-Duo Maxwell
Pairing: Duo/Heero
Warning: The pairing is the warning. If you are any of the following:
Lesbian Yuri Freak Homophobic Are dumb and don't know what gayness is
STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM THIS STORY THEN!
Rating: R (NC-17 Version you must email me for it! And to my little flamer, **ahem** I DO know the characters, I just am getting to write this again, I BELIEVE I mentioned that I STILL rusty. I haven't wrote a good 1x2 in a long time!)
Dedicated To:
Janine, Jessie, and all my FABULOUS reviewers! **leaves them pocky** ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
May 20- On a candy high ^_^ (------ My candy high face!
My name is Duo Maxwell and I have so many things to write in you about di- di.
Age: 15 Weight: 105 lbs Height: 5'1" (Short I know) Hair Color: Chestnut Hair Length: 3' Eye Color: Violet
Yes I know I am small, but like that means anything, NO! My sexuality is hard to describe. I know that I am not straight. I can't figure out if I lean the whole way or both. I guess there are many other things I have to use to determine that, don't I? Sorry my first entry is so short, I have nothing left to write!
-Duo-Chan
May 21: Love Struck ~.^ (---- To the one I love
Japanese, yet another language I have had to learn. That though is because I am in love with a boy of that culture. His eyes are of steel cobalt blue, masked by a mess of dark brown hair dangling over them when such sexiness. This teen makes me want to hold him so close, but then I know I can't.
I know he's too shy to ever ask me about going out or how I feel about him. So as of now I, Duo Maxwell, can say is that I love Heero Yuy. Damn all those homophobic fears I have to hell. I love a man and his name is Heero Yuy! I love a man who thinks his life has no purpose in his own eyes. Maybe he loves me too.
I love the way he moves. The way his hips rock when he walks. I wish I could rock between them. His bottom, so tightly fitting in those spandex shorts, filling them up so nicely. Oh how my hands want to search those crevasses. They just call to me and fill my dreams at night. Maybe he's the angel that is supposed to take me to heaven. Then again, my soul is heavily marked with sin.
Let me lay in your arms so warm, Yuy. Love me tender. I just beg to be next to you my Koi.
-Duo Maxwell
May 22: Love Sick- _ WHY MUST I FEEL THIS WAY! I like it anyway!
I continue to progress in life, even though he is constantly on my mind. I manage to get by, somehow. One day though, I am going to tell him how I long to hold him. Why does he always have to pass by me with such grace? As if he wanted to turn me on!
Heero, Heero, Heero, Heero
Heero, Heero, Heero, Heero
I can't get him off of my mind. Is this how love is supposed to feel? It hurts though. The way he teases me when he walks is like torture. My wanting tears and saliva cover this bloodstained diary. Then again, I guess getting to hear Keith Urban from a front seat view kicks ass.
Constantly, I write his name and sketch pictures of him. I wonder if he has erotic fantasies... But there is only one way that I can find that out and that is if I ask him out tomorrow. It will be so perfect! He has no major important exams and has free time. Diary, do you think that he'll love me? Mayhap... We'll just see what tomorrow brings.
-Duo Maxwell