A/N: And I'm back again! Only one (maybe two) more chapter after this one. Scary, huh? Don't worry, it'll be good. Sooo...current warnings are Extreme Freakiness, Profanity, Drunk People, 1x2, 3x4 (kind of 4x3 in this one, though...), More Sappiness, Lemony Glance (see a bit, but not the more kinky stuff), and the Now-Common Religion Insanity. Enjoy! (And please, as always, I request you review.)
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Dawn to Dusk
Chapter 10
Switching and Speech
"You know, I never wanted to really believe in all that religion stuff," Duo said, changing the bandages on his foot once more. "But, I guess now that I know for a fact the devil's real I kind of have to, huh?"
"Believe what you want," Heero said, grabbing a sandal out of the bag of discarded shoes and handing it over to Duo, who was back in his normal outfit. "Just because they're real doesn't mean you need to worship them. After all, what's the good of a deity you don't need faith to think they exist?" Duo openly gaped at Heero.
"...Wow, Heero," he said, and smiled mischievously at the other boy. "Better watch out, or you'll be the resident therapist and philosopher." Heero smirked as Duo pulled on the sandal over the mass of cloth.
"Hn," Heero said, and looked down doubtfully at Duo's foot. "Need help? I don't want to re-stitch again."
"What, you gonna carry me," Duo asked incredulously. Then, his mind being eternally dirty when it came to Heero, he turned a little pinker than before. "Umm...I'll be okay." Heero frowned, and shook his head.
"No you won't," he said, and immediately grabbed the American and slung him over his left shoulder.
"Damn it Heero, PUT ME DOWN," Duo demanded, but stopped very, very soon as he realized what an excellent view he had right then. "Eheheheheh...feel free to sashay."
In barely two minutes, the two arrived in their room once more, only to be confronted by an ever-moody Wufei, arms crossed.
"We are going to the hospital right now," he said in his constant Wufei manner as Heero threw Duo down on his black bed, to Duo's disappointment.
Meanwhile, Trowa and Quatre sat in a hospital, happily cuddling in a big blue chair, both moderately sprinkled with blood, a doctor standing uncomfortably in front of them.
"Well, she'll lose usage of her right hand, but at least she's alive," the ER doctor said, and Quatre nodded. "We'll be keeping her in the rest of the night to see if she goes into shock again. Thank you for bringing her in, again. Who shot her hand?"
"Heron Hooray," Trowa said seriously, and the doctor nodded.
"Now get out of here. You're taking up a third of the waiting room," the doctor grumbled, and the couple finally noticed how every single person in the crowded waiting area had formed a ten-foot square around them.
"When did that happen," Quatre asked, and Trowa actually blushed.
"Probably when we were...busy," he said softly, and Quatre turned a vivid red. "Let's go before we really scar them for life."
However, as soon as the two walked through the door to their floor, they ended up running straight into Heero and Duo. They collided with Wufei sideways.
Time stopped mid-piling, and all Duo had time to say was "FUCK!" before they all blacked out, as the devil pulled out the stopper and did something very, very naughty.
"Nhhhh..." Duo muttered groggily, and his eyes immediately snapped open. That was NOT what he sounded like. "Nhhh?" Still not his voice, as he rolled Quatre off himself. That voice was so familiar, though.
"Heero! You're awake," yet another familiar voice said to his left, and Duo turned around to see Trowa looking...happy?
"What the hell," Duo said, confused out of his mind as he looked down to see himself in Heero's clothes. He frowned. "This must be a dream. But, then, he'd be...hey, where IS Heero?" Trowa nodded.
"So it's not just me, then. I figured, with the devil being out for Duo," Trowa said. "It's me, Quatre. I'm guessing you're...Duo?" Duo nodded, and immediately his hands snapped to the back of his head.
"WHAT HAPPENED TO MY BRAID," Duo screamed, frantically pulling at his head, only to stop suddenly again. That hair was Heero's. He'd know it anywhere. That also explained the hair constantly in his eyes ever since he woke up.
"Baka," Duo heard a VERY familiar voice behind him, and turned around to see himself standing up, frowning. He grabbed at Duo's braid. "How can you stand having this heavy thing on your head all the time?" He grimaced. "I'm Wufei, by the way."
"I am so sexy," Duo muttered. "A sexy little beast with kick-ass hair and clothes! HELL yeah!" Meanwhile Wufei/Duo was examining his own body, which was still lying on the floor along with Quatre's. "You cut my braid, I'll kill you."
"Is that a characteristic of Heero's body," Quatre/Trowa asked, and Duo shook his head.
"No, I'm just telling it how it is. Mess with Shinigami's braid, you get slaughtered," Duo/Heero said.
"Gyaaah," Wufei/Duo yelled as his old body suddenly stood up to look around the room quickly, and stare at Duo/Heero.
"...Hee-chan," Duo asked carefully, and Wufei's eyes snapped to Duo/Heero's. Shit, this was freaky.
"Duo's in my body," Heero/Wufei murmured, and Duo smirked.
"Not yet..."
"DON'T YOU DARE, MAXWELL," Duo's voice rang out, to see himself with a nosebleed and looking very, very ticked off. "That's MY BODY!" Duo gave himself one of Heero's glares, and got one of his own right back.
"This is just weird," Quatre/Trowa muttered, shaking his head and approaching his own body, assumably Trowa within it.
"This is the first change the devil's done to anyone other than me," Duo/Heero murmured, looking deep in thought. "I guess we pissed her off more than we thought, huh?" Heero/Wufei smirked, and Duo/Heero smiled back at him. Trowa/Quatre finally sat up, Quatre/Trowa right next to him, giving him a quick reassuring kiss on the cheek. "Heeey, why do you two still get to kiss and we don't?"
"Because Heero's in MY BODY," Wufei/Duo yelled out, looking about ready to kill something, only to receive a warning glare from Heero/Wufei.
"Besides, it'd be like kissing myself," Heero finally said with a mild shrug, and Duo had to grudgingly admit it was true. Not to mention Duo wasn't about to kiss Wufei.
"I think that's kind of kinky," Duo/Heero said with a smirk, and every misplaced head snapped towards him. "What? It's true!" Heero's body then proceeded to plop down on the floor and mope with a sigh. "I miss my braid..."
"I miss my height," Trowa/Quatre grumbled suddenly, only to realize he'd just called his boyfriend short and slap himself (sort of) on the forehead.
"Was that from my body," Quatre/Trowa wondered absentmindedly, then looked down at his outfit. "I miss my clothes."
"I miss my pants," Wufei/Duo grumbled, staring down at the tight black pants. "And color." Wufei/Duo grimaced. "And looking like a boy."
"I miss my gun," Heero/Wufei finally contributed, and Duo perked up. Time to solve the mystery! Without a word, Duo slipped into the bathroom, and came out with a gun in hand and a bit paler.
"Heero, you are a brave man," he whispered, and after checking Wufei was busy moping as well gave him a kiss on the cheek. "And very, very sexy." He put the gun into Wufei's hands, and sat back down. "So, now what?"
"We figure out what the devil gets out of this, other than sick pleasure," Quatre/Trowa piped in, still looking around. "Geez, Trowa, you're really tall."
"Well, let's think," Duo/Heero began, frowning in concentration. "She wants..." Duo's now-blue eyes turned to Wufei/Duo. "Wu-man, you may be in a heap of trouble." The other's looked from Heero's body to Duo's body. "Well, let's face it! Wufei's the only guy not dating a man! Of course she'd put the straight guy in my body, with the current body she's using!" Heero/Wufei nodded.
"She is very attractive," Heero said to Wufei, only to get a half- hearted glare from Duo. It was true, after all, but that didn't mean he had to like it. "But, there's got to be reasons for everything else too."
"I...ah, I think we're all forgetting something," Quatre/Trowa interjected a little embarrassedly. "Wufei's going to turn into a girl at sunrise."
"AAAAAAHHHHHH," Wufei/Duo screamed, and ran into his own single room before the blonde could clarify.
"Wufei Wufei, or Wufei's body," Trowa/Quatre asked, and Quatre shrugged.
"I don't know," the now brunette admitted. "But, if it's Wufei's body, Heero would be a girl. The devil's working on the assumption Duo's gay, not bi."
"So, why is Duo in Heero, and we're switched," Trowa asked again, and Heero's face paled.
"Oh, she's a tricky little devil," Duo/Heero yelled, punching his fist into his hand. "She did the one thing she could to make me not shoot myself!"
"Suicide's not the answer," Quatre/Trowa yelled quickly, panicking for his friend's mental status.
"He said if the devil touched him again, he'd shoot himself," Heero quickly explained in his quiet voice. "There's a risk of killing me if he shoots himself now."
"Damn," Trowa and Quatre stated.
"Damn right! I am gonna kill that bitch of a devil," Duo/Heero raved. After fuming for a bit, he slumped against the wall. "And I had such good plans for tonight, too." Heero/Wufei's eyes rose up questioningly, only to receive a hint of a smirk back from his own face. "Oh well."
"Let's get this over with fast, then," Heero/Wufei said quickly, and after helping himself up, the four made their way over to Wufei's room, only to see the door was locked. Heero knocked, but there was no response.
"Wufei, open the door please," Quatre/Trowa finally yelled. When there was no response, Heero kicked in the door. Duo/Heero swore loudly.
"So, now what do you want to do," the devil asked innocently, straddling Duo/Wufei's unconscious body, a naughty smirk on her new face. Today, she wore a strappy black outfit, which was more string than actual fabric, which covered all the important places just decently enough and barely made an effort anywhere else. Both Trowa and Quatre were blushing, but Duo was too angry to blush and Heero...well, Duo doubted Heero would blush at a lap dance from his mother.
"Get the fuck off him," Duo/Heero yelled, and the devil threw her red hair back innocently.
"Well, not yet, but it's been pretty one-sided," she said seductively. She smirked. "Still going to shoot yourself?" Duo glared, but knew he was in trouble as the devil outright smiled and got off Wufei. The same effort to cover her legs was put in with her waist. It was just frivolous black string all down her body. "Now, why don't you come and sit next to me?" The devil patted the seat next to her on the couch.
"It's for Wu," Duo whispered, and Heero barely overheard his own voice as his possessed body strode determinedly toward the couch and sat down.
"Good boy. Now, tell your friends to leave. We have...private things to discuss," the devil said mischievously, but the three stayed in the doorway.
"Take Wufei and go," Duo/Heero said calmly, his eyes hidden behind Heero's mess of bangs. When nobody moved, he picked up Wufei. "Go."
"Wufei stays," the devil said coldly, and Duo placed his body back on the bed. With a backwards glance, Trowa and Quatre backed out of the room. But, Heero stayed in his place.
"He's in my body. I have a right to stay," Heero/Wufei stated clearly, and the devil stood to her full height, which was over the other's by at least half a foot. Duo strode towards him, and flung his arms around the wrong body, but the right person.
"It's okay," Duo's voice, or Wufei's, said quietly. "It's okay. Just go; I'll be out in a bit, and maybe then this whole thing will be over, okay? Just go, and then it'll all be alright. I'll be fine, I swear."
"Don't lie," Heero said even quieter, putting his arms around the other boy. "If you're not okay, I'll slice your other foot open." There was a quiet chuckle from Duo, and with that he immediately walked out of the door, which slammed shut behind him.
Out in the hall, Trowa's body was wrapped protectively in Quatre's arms, which looked somewhat amusing with the fact Trowa was trying to sit on Quatre's lap, but kept having difficulties (such as Quatre's body yelling out in pain), and so they just decided to sit next to each other and cuddle. But, the look on Heero/Wufei's face made their arms immediately drop.
"Wufei's still inside," Heero said flatly, and sat down right next to the door, hoping to catch a word or two of what was going on inside the room.
"Heero..." Quatre/Trowa said sadly, and then perked up. "Hey, here's an idea! We could go get in our gundams and blow something up! It's been a while since I saw Sandrock." Quatre was a closet-pyro, but he was close. Before this week, Quatre had been in the closet about many things. Trowa/Quatre nodded, but Heero's face (or Wufei's rather) darkened. "Or not. What would you like to do?"
"Kill the devil," he stated simply, and the hallway settled into a worried and helpless silence.
Meanwhile, Duo sat down next to the devil on the green loveseat, secretly scared to death. The only thing he could do to stop this THING was to kill himself, but now if he did that Heero would die to. Damn the devil.
"So, baby, how's it going," the devil asked innocently, and Duo/Heero glared at her. "Oh, don't give me that! You could have easily walked out that door, and you know it. Now, stand up."
"I just sat down," Duo yelled.
"If you don't stand, I'll kill Quatre," the devil stated, and Duo leapt to his feet. Who'd have thought the devil would go so low? 'Everyone...' he thought to himself, and watched as his own body floated right next to him.
In a flick of her wrist, Duo could feel he was back in his own body, but his arms were glued to his side. Heero's body, now containing Wufei, walked out the door, still unconscious, the door slamming shut behind him.
Heero caught his own body effortlessly as it fell out the door, and the blue eyes fluttered open, clearly disoriented.
"...Duo," Heero asked, and the eyes snapped straight to Heero/Wufei's. The body jerked out of his grasp. "Wufei." The head nodded, and Heero stood up, quickly walking from the end of the hall back. After quickly sitting back down, the other three watched as the back of his head banged against the wall. "SHIT!"
"If you're at my mercy, I prefer to have ALL of you at my mercy, you understand," the devil said simply with a shrug, black eyes glittering. "It's too bad you have free will. But hey, it's not like you've never been used, right?" Duo glared at the woman.
"I never knew the devil had a conscience," he muttered dryly, only to get a slap across the cheek.
"I wasn't always the devil, you know! I was an angel! I had no conscience then; I have none now! I'm not even close to being human," the devil yelled. 'So that's why', Duo thought. 'She's pissed off that she's got a thing for something beneath her.' And then he frowned. Beneath her?
"Get the FUCK out of my mind," Duo yelled. The devil smirked.
"It's already Friday, did you know? You were unconscious for almost seven hours; it's already one in the morning," the devil said cordially, and as she began to lean in towards his face, frowned. 'What the hell is her deal,' Duo grumbled to himself. 'Just rape me and get it over with...' "I don't understand."
"Understand what?"
"You, damn it," the devil exploded, suddenly changing into a...schoolgirl? That's kinky. She looked about thirteen, blonde hair in pigtails. Now, that's just wrong. "You get hurt all the time, but keep smiling! You keep going!"
"Unlike you. You just gave up...turned to the dark side, right," Duo asked wryly, and the schoolgirl turned into Darth Vader, making Duo shout, "Jesus Christ!" in shock. "Don't do that! You're gonna give me a heart attack!" The devil then turned into the schoolgirl again, but this time about fifteen.
"See what you do to me? I just lose complete control," the devil snapped, pulling out a red sucker from nowhere and popping it into her mouth. Duo absentmindedly noticed he was now floating in the air, his feet and hands still stuck. "Now, explain to me. Why not sell out your friends? Why not just run away, and why not just kiss me to spare them?"
"What the hell kind of whip-assed pussy do you think I am," Duo asked, indignant. "One, they're my friends, and two, I just got Heero! I'm not just going to high tail it out of town because the devil's after my blood! Three, my friends are my friends because they trust me, and I trust them! I'm not about to sell them out to save my own apparently pussy, whipped ass."
"...You still forgot the kiss," the devil grumbled.
"I was being polite," Duo grumbled, but at the devil's look sighed. "Because I don't like you, and because I'm madly in love with Heero, alright? Not to mention he was standing RIGHT THERE. God, you try to be nice..."
"So, now that he isn't here, would you kiss me to get them out of it," she asked, pulling the sucker out of her mouth with a pop. Duo didn't make a sound. "Tell me now, or Wuffles comes with me."
"Yes, alright?! Damn it, leave me alone," Duo yelled, closing his eyes and begging any divine power, be it the devil in front of him or the mysterious God above, to strike him down.
But, instead of being kissed, he heard a quick "Shit!" and a freaky noise that had to be the devil disappearing one way or another. And then, he fell to the floor with a quick thud, doing a waterless belly flop.
As the door jerked open, Heero (now amazingly in his own body again, just like everyone else) sprinted immediately to his side.
"Unhhh," Duo groaned. "That hurt." Heero smirked.
"Hn," he said, eternally amused by the boy. As soon as Duo began to sit up, Heero's arms wrapped around him. "Don't ever do that again." Duo immediately kissed him, hard.
"Miss me, did you," Duo asked, only to be interrupted by Wufei clearing his throat very loudly.
"You do have your own room, you know," he said, trying to glare even though he was biting back a smile. (Wuffles is just a soft little cuddle-bear on the inside...or not.) The black-haired boy was thrown out of the way as Duo ran into his own room, giggling madly as Heero pursued. The door slammed shut as soon as Heero entered, Duo looking positively devilish.
"So what were you saying about plans earlier," Heero asked, blue eyes glinting as he pulled Duo over to the pure black bed. Duo grinned.
"I made reservations for us, but the place's been closed for about four hours now," he said, wrapping his arms around Heero's neck and twirling a bit of the messy hair with his fingers. "But, we could still do the second part of the plan." Heero leaned down and kissed the side of Duo's bare neck.
"And what would that be?" Duo just grinned, and pulled him out the door.
(Twenty minutes later...)
"I am drunk again," Heero said very seriously to Duo, who now sat on his lap on the rotating barstool, and Duo nodded solemnly.
"I think it's safe to say we're both hammered," Duo said, and lunged into another kiss, making them fall off the small chair they'd been sharing.
"Hey, take it outside," the bartender yelled at the two positively rolling on top of each other, and the two finally separated.
"Ready for stage three," Duo whispered into Heero's ear, and then bit it playfully, sending shivers down his spine. With barely a nod, the two stood up and trotted outside, only for Duo to throw him against a very familiar dumpster in a very familiar alley.
"I got about five hours," Duo said, and with another nod from Heero the two threw themselves in and closed the cover. Noticing the sudden dark, Duo propped one side of the top up with his shirt, followed closely by Heero's shirt and pants, and finally Duo's pants. Duo giggled.
"We are SOOO drunk," he said, licking Heero's neck with a chuckle while Heero himself pulled the braided boy very, very close, wrapping his arm around Duo's back as his hand went straight for the tie on Duo's braid. He just looked the question, and Duo smiled. The hair tie went flying, and the wavy chestnut cascade was tangled around Heero's fingers.
"Would you rather we were sober," he asked, and ran his hand down all the way down Duo's back to his knee, now wrapped around Heero's waist. "Never knew you were so flexible." Duo chuckled, and immediately Heero was flat on the metallic bottom.
"You have no idea," he whispered, kissing him eagerly, his tongue running along Heero's teeth teasingly, then plunging in to mingle with Heero's own. When they came up for air, Duo smirked. "But, I guarantee you will."
Meanwhile...
"Check mate," God said cheerily at the moody teenage-looking devil in front of him. "You know, I always win, so why do we even play any more." The devil glared at him.
"I've already lost, haven't I," she said detachedly, sucker hanging loosely in her mouth. God just nodded.
"It's not like you haven't got a chance," God reassured his friend. "You've still got one more chance. But, I don't like that you slapped him. You know physical contact breaks the Original." The devil nodded dumbly, a bit of a smile on his face. "I just have to wonder, why didn't you kiss him?" The devil's previously blonde hair immediately turned red.
"I may be evil, but I've still got a BIT of compassion," she said wryly with a shrug. "Sometimes it kicks in, sometimes it doesn't. That simple." God looked at her doubtfully. "Be a friend and just let me lie to myself for once, please." God just nodded, smiling.
"Any time."
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A/N: There. One more chapter left. (Sad? A bit. Happy to write it? HELL YEAH!!!) That's as much of a lemon as you're getting for now (and in this here story), so sorry if this displeases you lovely peoples out there. And on my infatuation with sex in dumpsters...no comment. (And, I made a cameo as the devil! YAAAY! Redheads rule!)
(Also, I'd just like to say, my next story will have a pirate Duo and all kinds of followable plot. I'm SOO excited! I'm obsessed with pirates, and hey, g-boys as pirates? 1x2x1 pirateness? What's not to love? So, yeah.)
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Dawn to Dusk
Chapter 10
Switching and Speech
"You know, I never wanted to really believe in all that religion stuff," Duo said, changing the bandages on his foot once more. "But, I guess now that I know for a fact the devil's real I kind of have to, huh?"
"Believe what you want," Heero said, grabbing a sandal out of the bag of discarded shoes and handing it over to Duo, who was back in his normal outfit. "Just because they're real doesn't mean you need to worship them. After all, what's the good of a deity you don't need faith to think they exist?" Duo openly gaped at Heero.
"...Wow, Heero," he said, and smiled mischievously at the other boy. "Better watch out, or you'll be the resident therapist and philosopher." Heero smirked as Duo pulled on the sandal over the mass of cloth.
"Hn," Heero said, and looked down doubtfully at Duo's foot. "Need help? I don't want to re-stitch again."
"What, you gonna carry me," Duo asked incredulously. Then, his mind being eternally dirty when it came to Heero, he turned a little pinker than before. "Umm...I'll be okay." Heero frowned, and shook his head.
"No you won't," he said, and immediately grabbed the American and slung him over his left shoulder.
"Damn it Heero, PUT ME DOWN," Duo demanded, but stopped very, very soon as he realized what an excellent view he had right then. "Eheheheheh...feel free to sashay."
In barely two minutes, the two arrived in their room once more, only to be confronted by an ever-moody Wufei, arms crossed.
"We are going to the hospital right now," he said in his constant Wufei manner as Heero threw Duo down on his black bed, to Duo's disappointment.
Meanwhile, Trowa and Quatre sat in a hospital, happily cuddling in a big blue chair, both moderately sprinkled with blood, a doctor standing uncomfortably in front of them.
"Well, she'll lose usage of her right hand, but at least she's alive," the ER doctor said, and Quatre nodded. "We'll be keeping her in the rest of the night to see if she goes into shock again. Thank you for bringing her in, again. Who shot her hand?"
"Heron Hooray," Trowa said seriously, and the doctor nodded.
"Now get out of here. You're taking up a third of the waiting room," the doctor grumbled, and the couple finally noticed how every single person in the crowded waiting area had formed a ten-foot square around them.
"When did that happen," Quatre asked, and Trowa actually blushed.
"Probably when we were...busy," he said softly, and Quatre turned a vivid red. "Let's go before we really scar them for life."
However, as soon as the two walked through the door to their floor, they ended up running straight into Heero and Duo. They collided with Wufei sideways.
Time stopped mid-piling, and all Duo had time to say was "FUCK!" before they all blacked out, as the devil pulled out the stopper and did something very, very naughty.
"Nhhhh..." Duo muttered groggily, and his eyes immediately snapped open. That was NOT what he sounded like. "Nhhh?" Still not his voice, as he rolled Quatre off himself. That voice was so familiar, though.
"Heero! You're awake," yet another familiar voice said to his left, and Duo turned around to see Trowa looking...happy?
"What the hell," Duo said, confused out of his mind as he looked down to see himself in Heero's clothes. He frowned. "This must be a dream. But, then, he'd be...hey, where IS Heero?" Trowa nodded.
"So it's not just me, then. I figured, with the devil being out for Duo," Trowa said. "It's me, Quatre. I'm guessing you're...Duo?" Duo nodded, and immediately his hands snapped to the back of his head.
"WHAT HAPPENED TO MY BRAID," Duo screamed, frantically pulling at his head, only to stop suddenly again. That hair was Heero's. He'd know it anywhere. That also explained the hair constantly in his eyes ever since he woke up.
"Baka," Duo heard a VERY familiar voice behind him, and turned around to see himself standing up, frowning. He grabbed at Duo's braid. "How can you stand having this heavy thing on your head all the time?" He grimaced. "I'm Wufei, by the way."
"I am so sexy," Duo muttered. "A sexy little beast with kick-ass hair and clothes! HELL yeah!" Meanwhile Wufei/Duo was examining his own body, which was still lying on the floor along with Quatre's. "You cut my braid, I'll kill you."
"Is that a characteristic of Heero's body," Quatre/Trowa asked, and Duo shook his head.
"No, I'm just telling it how it is. Mess with Shinigami's braid, you get slaughtered," Duo/Heero said.
"Gyaaah," Wufei/Duo yelled as his old body suddenly stood up to look around the room quickly, and stare at Duo/Heero.
"...Hee-chan," Duo asked carefully, and Wufei's eyes snapped to Duo/Heero's. Shit, this was freaky.
"Duo's in my body," Heero/Wufei murmured, and Duo smirked.
"Not yet..."
"DON'T YOU DARE, MAXWELL," Duo's voice rang out, to see himself with a nosebleed and looking very, very ticked off. "That's MY BODY!" Duo gave himself one of Heero's glares, and got one of his own right back.
"This is just weird," Quatre/Trowa muttered, shaking his head and approaching his own body, assumably Trowa within it.
"This is the first change the devil's done to anyone other than me," Duo/Heero murmured, looking deep in thought. "I guess we pissed her off more than we thought, huh?" Heero/Wufei smirked, and Duo/Heero smiled back at him. Trowa/Quatre finally sat up, Quatre/Trowa right next to him, giving him a quick reassuring kiss on the cheek. "Heeey, why do you two still get to kiss and we don't?"
"Because Heero's in MY BODY," Wufei/Duo yelled out, looking about ready to kill something, only to receive a warning glare from Heero/Wufei.
"Besides, it'd be like kissing myself," Heero finally said with a mild shrug, and Duo had to grudgingly admit it was true. Not to mention Duo wasn't about to kiss Wufei.
"I think that's kind of kinky," Duo/Heero said with a smirk, and every misplaced head snapped towards him. "What? It's true!" Heero's body then proceeded to plop down on the floor and mope with a sigh. "I miss my braid..."
"I miss my height," Trowa/Quatre grumbled suddenly, only to realize he'd just called his boyfriend short and slap himself (sort of) on the forehead.
"Was that from my body," Quatre/Trowa wondered absentmindedly, then looked down at his outfit. "I miss my clothes."
"I miss my pants," Wufei/Duo grumbled, staring down at the tight black pants. "And color." Wufei/Duo grimaced. "And looking like a boy."
"I miss my gun," Heero/Wufei finally contributed, and Duo perked up. Time to solve the mystery! Without a word, Duo slipped into the bathroom, and came out with a gun in hand and a bit paler.
"Heero, you are a brave man," he whispered, and after checking Wufei was busy moping as well gave him a kiss on the cheek. "And very, very sexy." He put the gun into Wufei's hands, and sat back down. "So, now what?"
"We figure out what the devil gets out of this, other than sick pleasure," Quatre/Trowa piped in, still looking around. "Geez, Trowa, you're really tall."
"Well, let's think," Duo/Heero began, frowning in concentration. "She wants..." Duo's now-blue eyes turned to Wufei/Duo. "Wu-man, you may be in a heap of trouble." The other's looked from Heero's body to Duo's body. "Well, let's face it! Wufei's the only guy not dating a man! Of course she'd put the straight guy in my body, with the current body she's using!" Heero/Wufei nodded.
"She is very attractive," Heero said to Wufei, only to get a half- hearted glare from Duo. It was true, after all, but that didn't mean he had to like it. "But, there's got to be reasons for everything else too."
"I...ah, I think we're all forgetting something," Quatre/Trowa interjected a little embarrassedly. "Wufei's going to turn into a girl at sunrise."
"AAAAAAHHHHHH," Wufei/Duo screamed, and ran into his own single room before the blonde could clarify.
"Wufei Wufei, or Wufei's body," Trowa/Quatre asked, and Quatre shrugged.
"I don't know," the now brunette admitted. "But, if it's Wufei's body, Heero would be a girl. The devil's working on the assumption Duo's gay, not bi."
"So, why is Duo in Heero, and we're switched," Trowa asked again, and Heero's face paled.
"Oh, she's a tricky little devil," Duo/Heero yelled, punching his fist into his hand. "She did the one thing she could to make me not shoot myself!"
"Suicide's not the answer," Quatre/Trowa yelled quickly, panicking for his friend's mental status.
"He said if the devil touched him again, he'd shoot himself," Heero quickly explained in his quiet voice. "There's a risk of killing me if he shoots himself now."
"Damn," Trowa and Quatre stated.
"Damn right! I am gonna kill that bitch of a devil," Duo/Heero raved. After fuming for a bit, he slumped against the wall. "And I had such good plans for tonight, too." Heero/Wufei's eyes rose up questioningly, only to receive a hint of a smirk back from his own face. "Oh well."
"Let's get this over with fast, then," Heero/Wufei said quickly, and after helping himself up, the four made their way over to Wufei's room, only to see the door was locked. Heero knocked, but there was no response.
"Wufei, open the door please," Quatre/Trowa finally yelled. When there was no response, Heero kicked in the door. Duo/Heero swore loudly.
"So, now what do you want to do," the devil asked innocently, straddling Duo/Wufei's unconscious body, a naughty smirk on her new face. Today, she wore a strappy black outfit, which was more string than actual fabric, which covered all the important places just decently enough and barely made an effort anywhere else. Both Trowa and Quatre were blushing, but Duo was too angry to blush and Heero...well, Duo doubted Heero would blush at a lap dance from his mother.
"Get the fuck off him," Duo/Heero yelled, and the devil threw her red hair back innocently.
"Well, not yet, but it's been pretty one-sided," she said seductively. She smirked. "Still going to shoot yourself?" Duo glared, but knew he was in trouble as the devil outright smiled and got off Wufei. The same effort to cover her legs was put in with her waist. It was just frivolous black string all down her body. "Now, why don't you come and sit next to me?" The devil patted the seat next to her on the couch.
"It's for Wu," Duo whispered, and Heero barely overheard his own voice as his possessed body strode determinedly toward the couch and sat down.
"Good boy. Now, tell your friends to leave. We have...private things to discuss," the devil said mischievously, but the three stayed in the doorway.
"Take Wufei and go," Duo/Heero said calmly, his eyes hidden behind Heero's mess of bangs. When nobody moved, he picked up Wufei. "Go."
"Wufei stays," the devil said coldly, and Duo placed his body back on the bed. With a backwards glance, Trowa and Quatre backed out of the room. But, Heero stayed in his place.
"He's in my body. I have a right to stay," Heero/Wufei stated clearly, and the devil stood to her full height, which was over the other's by at least half a foot. Duo strode towards him, and flung his arms around the wrong body, but the right person.
"It's okay," Duo's voice, or Wufei's, said quietly. "It's okay. Just go; I'll be out in a bit, and maybe then this whole thing will be over, okay? Just go, and then it'll all be alright. I'll be fine, I swear."
"Don't lie," Heero said even quieter, putting his arms around the other boy. "If you're not okay, I'll slice your other foot open." There was a quiet chuckle from Duo, and with that he immediately walked out of the door, which slammed shut behind him.
Out in the hall, Trowa's body was wrapped protectively in Quatre's arms, which looked somewhat amusing with the fact Trowa was trying to sit on Quatre's lap, but kept having difficulties (such as Quatre's body yelling out in pain), and so they just decided to sit next to each other and cuddle. But, the look on Heero/Wufei's face made their arms immediately drop.
"Wufei's still inside," Heero said flatly, and sat down right next to the door, hoping to catch a word or two of what was going on inside the room.
"Heero..." Quatre/Trowa said sadly, and then perked up. "Hey, here's an idea! We could go get in our gundams and blow something up! It's been a while since I saw Sandrock." Quatre was a closet-pyro, but he was close. Before this week, Quatre had been in the closet about many things. Trowa/Quatre nodded, but Heero's face (or Wufei's rather) darkened. "Or not. What would you like to do?"
"Kill the devil," he stated simply, and the hallway settled into a worried and helpless silence.
Meanwhile, Duo sat down next to the devil on the green loveseat, secretly scared to death. The only thing he could do to stop this THING was to kill himself, but now if he did that Heero would die to. Damn the devil.
"So, baby, how's it going," the devil asked innocently, and Duo/Heero glared at her. "Oh, don't give me that! You could have easily walked out that door, and you know it. Now, stand up."
"I just sat down," Duo yelled.
"If you don't stand, I'll kill Quatre," the devil stated, and Duo leapt to his feet. Who'd have thought the devil would go so low? 'Everyone...' he thought to himself, and watched as his own body floated right next to him.
In a flick of her wrist, Duo could feel he was back in his own body, but his arms were glued to his side. Heero's body, now containing Wufei, walked out the door, still unconscious, the door slamming shut behind him.
Heero caught his own body effortlessly as it fell out the door, and the blue eyes fluttered open, clearly disoriented.
"...Duo," Heero asked, and the eyes snapped straight to Heero/Wufei's. The body jerked out of his grasp. "Wufei." The head nodded, and Heero stood up, quickly walking from the end of the hall back. After quickly sitting back down, the other three watched as the back of his head banged against the wall. "SHIT!"
"If you're at my mercy, I prefer to have ALL of you at my mercy, you understand," the devil said simply with a shrug, black eyes glittering. "It's too bad you have free will. But hey, it's not like you've never been used, right?" Duo glared at the woman.
"I never knew the devil had a conscience," he muttered dryly, only to get a slap across the cheek.
"I wasn't always the devil, you know! I was an angel! I had no conscience then; I have none now! I'm not even close to being human," the devil yelled. 'So that's why', Duo thought. 'She's pissed off that she's got a thing for something beneath her.' And then he frowned. Beneath her?
"Get the FUCK out of my mind," Duo yelled. The devil smirked.
"It's already Friday, did you know? You were unconscious for almost seven hours; it's already one in the morning," the devil said cordially, and as she began to lean in towards his face, frowned. 'What the hell is her deal,' Duo grumbled to himself. 'Just rape me and get it over with...' "I don't understand."
"Understand what?"
"You, damn it," the devil exploded, suddenly changing into a...schoolgirl? That's kinky. She looked about thirteen, blonde hair in pigtails. Now, that's just wrong. "You get hurt all the time, but keep smiling! You keep going!"
"Unlike you. You just gave up...turned to the dark side, right," Duo asked wryly, and the schoolgirl turned into Darth Vader, making Duo shout, "Jesus Christ!" in shock. "Don't do that! You're gonna give me a heart attack!" The devil then turned into the schoolgirl again, but this time about fifteen.
"See what you do to me? I just lose complete control," the devil snapped, pulling out a red sucker from nowhere and popping it into her mouth. Duo absentmindedly noticed he was now floating in the air, his feet and hands still stuck. "Now, explain to me. Why not sell out your friends? Why not just run away, and why not just kiss me to spare them?"
"What the hell kind of whip-assed pussy do you think I am," Duo asked, indignant. "One, they're my friends, and two, I just got Heero! I'm not just going to high tail it out of town because the devil's after my blood! Three, my friends are my friends because they trust me, and I trust them! I'm not about to sell them out to save my own apparently pussy, whipped ass."
"...You still forgot the kiss," the devil grumbled.
"I was being polite," Duo grumbled, but at the devil's look sighed. "Because I don't like you, and because I'm madly in love with Heero, alright? Not to mention he was standing RIGHT THERE. God, you try to be nice..."
"So, now that he isn't here, would you kiss me to get them out of it," she asked, pulling the sucker out of her mouth with a pop. Duo didn't make a sound. "Tell me now, or Wuffles comes with me."
"Yes, alright?! Damn it, leave me alone," Duo yelled, closing his eyes and begging any divine power, be it the devil in front of him or the mysterious God above, to strike him down.
But, instead of being kissed, he heard a quick "Shit!" and a freaky noise that had to be the devil disappearing one way or another. And then, he fell to the floor with a quick thud, doing a waterless belly flop.
As the door jerked open, Heero (now amazingly in his own body again, just like everyone else) sprinted immediately to his side.
"Unhhh," Duo groaned. "That hurt." Heero smirked.
"Hn," he said, eternally amused by the boy. As soon as Duo began to sit up, Heero's arms wrapped around him. "Don't ever do that again." Duo immediately kissed him, hard.
"Miss me, did you," Duo asked, only to be interrupted by Wufei clearing his throat very loudly.
"You do have your own room, you know," he said, trying to glare even though he was biting back a smile. (Wuffles is just a soft little cuddle-bear on the inside...or not.) The black-haired boy was thrown out of the way as Duo ran into his own room, giggling madly as Heero pursued. The door slammed shut as soon as Heero entered, Duo looking positively devilish.
"So what were you saying about plans earlier," Heero asked, blue eyes glinting as he pulled Duo over to the pure black bed. Duo grinned.
"I made reservations for us, but the place's been closed for about four hours now," he said, wrapping his arms around Heero's neck and twirling a bit of the messy hair with his fingers. "But, we could still do the second part of the plan." Heero leaned down and kissed the side of Duo's bare neck.
"And what would that be?" Duo just grinned, and pulled him out the door.
(Twenty minutes later...)
"I am drunk again," Heero said very seriously to Duo, who now sat on his lap on the rotating barstool, and Duo nodded solemnly.
"I think it's safe to say we're both hammered," Duo said, and lunged into another kiss, making them fall off the small chair they'd been sharing.
"Hey, take it outside," the bartender yelled at the two positively rolling on top of each other, and the two finally separated.
"Ready for stage three," Duo whispered into Heero's ear, and then bit it playfully, sending shivers down his spine. With barely a nod, the two stood up and trotted outside, only for Duo to throw him against a very familiar dumpster in a very familiar alley.
"I got about five hours," Duo said, and with another nod from Heero the two threw themselves in and closed the cover. Noticing the sudden dark, Duo propped one side of the top up with his shirt, followed closely by Heero's shirt and pants, and finally Duo's pants. Duo giggled.
"We are SOOO drunk," he said, licking Heero's neck with a chuckle while Heero himself pulled the braided boy very, very close, wrapping his arm around Duo's back as his hand went straight for the tie on Duo's braid. He just looked the question, and Duo smiled. The hair tie went flying, and the wavy chestnut cascade was tangled around Heero's fingers.
"Would you rather we were sober," he asked, and ran his hand down all the way down Duo's back to his knee, now wrapped around Heero's waist. "Never knew you were so flexible." Duo chuckled, and immediately Heero was flat on the metallic bottom.
"You have no idea," he whispered, kissing him eagerly, his tongue running along Heero's teeth teasingly, then plunging in to mingle with Heero's own. When they came up for air, Duo smirked. "But, I guarantee you will."
Meanwhile...
"Check mate," God said cheerily at the moody teenage-looking devil in front of him. "You know, I always win, so why do we even play any more." The devil glared at him.
"I've already lost, haven't I," she said detachedly, sucker hanging loosely in her mouth. God just nodded.
"It's not like you haven't got a chance," God reassured his friend. "You've still got one more chance. But, I don't like that you slapped him. You know physical contact breaks the Original." The devil nodded dumbly, a bit of a smile on his face. "I just have to wonder, why didn't you kiss him?" The devil's previously blonde hair immediately turned red.
"I may be evil, but I've still got a BIT of compassion," she said wryly with a shrug. "Sometimes it kicks in, sometimes it doesn't. That simple." God looked at her doubtfully. "Be a friend and just let me lie to myself for once, please." God just nodded, smiling.
"Any time."
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A/N: There. One more chapter left. (Sad? A bit. Happy to write it? HELL YEAH!!!) That's as much of a lemon as you're getting for now (and in this here story), so sorry if this displeases you lovely peoples out there. And on my infatuation with sex in dumpsters...no comment. (And, I made a cameo as the devil! YAAAY! Redheads rule!)
(Also, I'd just like to say, my next story will have a pirate Duo and all kinds of followable plot. I'm SOO excited! I'm obsessed with pirates, and hey, g-boys as pirates? 1x2x1 pirateness? What's not to love? So, yeah.)
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