((Okay, okay, number 4! The theme continues. No pairings! Yaoi tendencies
or talk, rated PG13 for that and all. And of course, I don't own the boiz,
but that was obvious from the start.
Hee. And they're getting longer! Dunno if it's because I'm writing them in the day time, or because I'm getting more comfortable with the writing process. We shall see! ))
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Oranges and Lemons
"Okay, so Duo," Quat looks over the living room to where Duo is sprawled out upon the floor, a pillow tucked up under his chin and his braid wandering snakelike across his back and the floor, "answer me a question. Did you read any lemons?"
"Nannniii?" Duo's attention instantly taken from the television screen, turns and stares at the small, innocent (it's all a lie!) Arabian pilot. "What do you mean?"
The attention of the rest of the room slowly comes into focus around the two, Heero's impassive, bored face watches from a couch while Trowa and Wufei, curled like one body in a love seat, grin.
"You know, sex fics." Quatre grins at the blush on the long haired pilot's face. "I mean, you're still reading the stuff, right?"
"Ah... heh.. well, yes.. Umm..I am." Duo quickly strikes a glance across the room. Safe enough. He grins. "Hey! Guys, want some popcorn!" and popping up as if he's got a fire under his heels, dissipates, leaving nothing behind but a few stray hairs that managed to be shed on the pillow, languishing all silver and entwined about one another.
Trowa chuckles and Wufei frowns in confusion. "Well, that was rude."
"You know Duo," Quat shrugs and waits, much like a cat at the edge of a mousehole, "He runs, hides.. the drill," waving off the rest of the comment. They've all heard it plenty of times in their lives by now.
"He'll be back," Heero predicts. "He can't stay away forever and he knows that you, Quat, won't let go."
Quatre chuckles. "If I were nice, I'd go into the kitchen and talk to him in privacy." The unheard, 'but I won't', is plain to all. Quatre was as sweet as they came, but he had a rather evil streak which hadn't come out until after the war and was now rivaling the mischievous nature of Duo in the area of making the others butt of a few good natured jokes.
"So he's still reading about us?" Trowa's quiet voice caresses Wufei on it's way out into the room.
"Aa," Heero nods and his own smile, as rare as it is, extends into a full one. There had been a time that smirks were the same as a laugh in his nonverbal vocabulary. It was good to see him smiling finally. And it had taken them only a few months after the war was over to see their first one. Something like relief had flooded the entire group, for of them all, they'd concerned themselves with Heero the most, being as he'd had the most destructive, focused nature of them all. Duty bound, they'd wondered how he'd handle the real world.
With the help of his friends, he seemed to be doing just fine.
Quatre laughs. "Obviously. I don't know, really. But I think he's hooked. You know our Duo. He has to work something out of his system before he can truly be done with it."
Heero chuckles and looks over at Trowa who nods his slow, small smile.
"Anyway, I'm just wondering." And maybe trying to get Duo back a bit, they realize.
"Wondering?" Duo returns with his arms full of bowls and popcorn and paper towels. "Ahhh... nothing like popcorn. Okay, someone start the movie back up," staring at the blank screen and blindly finding himself a towel and a bowl, filling it from the larger one. He settles upon his stomach and tries to ignore the air of expectancy. "And hope no one minds, I put extra butter on it." He grins, but refuses to look around.
Stillness meets his words and he twitches somewhat, popping some of the corn in his mouth, his foot jiggling where it rests on the floor. He props himself up on his elbows and keeps his eyes expectantly on the television. Of course no one is fooled.
A snicker and Duo can hear something moving, then a caressing hand on his braid followed by a soft tug. The smell of spice and orange wafts around him in a cloud and the light weight of Quatre's thigh rests on his back while the smaller man settles down cross legged next to Duo's side. "Duooo.." a soft pleading note.
Duo sighs, rolls over onto his back and stares at his blonde friend, a blonde friend who happens to have a good hold on the end of his long braid. "What?" his voice soft.
"Do they ever pair you and me up?" comes the question.
"QUAT!" Duo cries, ashamed. "Even if they did, I'd never read them! That would be.. be... "
Quatre's laughter meets his words and Trowa rumbles right after, "How about me?"
Duo groans. "You guys aren't going to give this up, are you? I mean, if you were that interested, you could read the site!"
Quatre's eyes light up. "Ohhh! That's a good idea! Heero, where's your laptop?" and he looks back at the dark haired man who lounges comfortably, enjoying this scene before him.
"In my pack," Heero responds. Oddly enough, though he'd done quite a bit of work while piloting, his laptop had actually become an extension of himself since ending the war. He was running a computer security consulting firm and he often needed to do jobs or trouble shoot at the spur of the moment. Therefore the wireless board kept close by his side at all times.
"Okay!" Quat runs from the room to the foyer where they know Heero would have left the pack, leaning against the wall, just behind the coat rack. Heero was nothing if not predictable.
Duo groans and then glowers at Heero. "You are a traitor friend, Hee-chan."
Heero's grin flares at him, but before 01 can answer, Quatre returns with the notebook in tow and settles onto the ground, crossing his legs once more, the computer balanced on his knees and his back against the couch upon which Heero is sitting. "Okay, so what do I do?" he asks and then follows the murmured protocol that Heero leads him through to get the computer on and then connected to the internet. Duo decides to hum lazy eighties songs while they're doing this and Trowa and Wufei just watch, waiting, quiet as always, with that gentle wordless conversation flowing through them. Duo had joked that they lived on a reality about sixty degrees off of the others, so that they must be the ultimate chatterboxes, it's just that one can never hear it, being on another plane and all.
"Here, this is the one he's on the most," Heero points.
"What? HEEEEE-CHAAAANNN!!!!" Duo cries and turning off of his stomach, crawls on his hands and knees to where Quatre is. It is indeed the site he's at most often, and also the one that he (and hopefully Heero doesn't know this - Duo remotely uploaded his works onto another server so there wasn't the distinct tie there that could hint to Heero his doings) put his own work on.
"Oh.. oh wow.." Quat breathes. "Okay Duo, so what is good?"
Duo groans. "What are you looking for?" he asks tentatively.
"Oh, some of you and Heero.." Wufei quips from the loveseat. "Of course."
"Yep! Of course!" Quatre gleams.
"Ah... umm.. okay.." Duo searches in his mind and then with a sigh murmurs, "Howard's Boi is pretty good. He's the best writer as well as being the most... err..."
"Hot?" Heero asks with a chuckle.
Duo squeaks and hides his face. "Dammit you guys, this is so unfair!" moaning into his hands.
Quatre reaches out in pity and pats Duo's shoulder, but doesn't turn from the fic site. "S'okay Duo, we just want to know about this new hobby of yours. Who knows? We might want to get in on it too.."
"Yeah, right," Duo grouses and with a final glare at Heero, sits next to Quartre and figures if nothing else, mabye he can scare them off of the fictions with one of his favorites, a particularly sweet and intense scene. A one-shot that would could easily be read by anyone else who was so inclined in a matter of five minutes or so. "Okay, go to Howard's Boi. He.. or she.. is the writer. Most of them are girls I find."
"Wonder why," Quatre giggles.
"And there, go to Cabin Fever. That's a good one." Duo nods and with a mischievous grin settles back and crosses his arms.
"Okay," Quatre opens it and looks at it a moment. "Okay, you all ready?"
"You're going to read it ALOUD?" Duo stares at his friend.
"Yeah, do that," Heero sounds amused.
"We're ready," Trowa answers for the pair of them.
"PWP?" Quatre wonders aloud. "What is that? Oh, wait... here, it says 'plot, what plot'? I'm guessing that means we're getting something really steamy." Chuckles meet this comment and the others lean forward.
"Hmm.. alright, here goes," Quatre ignores Duo's grunts and whines of protest and launches into the fiction on the page. "'Hiro was tired of waiting for his dream lover to acknowledge his presence. He was tired of waiting for things to fall into place. And while he wasn't sure what to do to let his best friend know how badly he wanted him, how badly he needed him, he was certainly ready to give it a shot. This of course, meant making Duo, a personal mission. And what a sweet mission it was going to be...'"
Duo sits in silence during the fiction, his head buried in his arms and laughter burbling upwards, hysterical laughter, actually, but captured at his nose. He wasn't about to show them how much they were affecting him. He wasn't sure he wanted to let them know that, because there'd be all the more to pull this on him again. He didn't mind them knowing all about his other passions when they'd come up. His sudden desire to learn all things sushi, for example, had made Trowa ignore him for three whole days after Duo refused to shut up about the concept of salmon roe and what was in it and how it was good for you and how it tasted best and with what sauce. Just, this wasn't exactly the type of passion he'd ever thought to share with any of them. He tilts his head to one side and opens an eye over the protective cover of his arm, eyeing Heero who is leaning over Quatre's shoulder and reading along, his expression clearly bemused. And, well, pink.
Now that was a nice color on him. Pink. It had infused Heero's cheeks and made his normally golden color richer, more alive. Like a living peach, just waiting to be supped on... Duo finds his mind making up lines to a new story and with a shudder, turns his head back into his arms to escape the visual stimuli. He didn't mind writing about the fake Heero. But he certainly was not about to let the REAL Heero get into his fiction. That would start to cross lines he wasn't sure he ever wanted to cross.
The story drones on and a few more minutes into it, Duo tilts his head the other way, meeting Trowa's eyes. Wufei in his lover's lap, is whispering something and Trowa's smile has grown. With a languid certainty, Trowa winks in reassurance and something that is decidedly sensual (given the fact that pure sensuality was being read aloud in the room right now - Duo suddenly wonders if this was what kids did in highschool. They were certainly too old to be doing this now!) at Duo before turning his attention to Wufei. The look, while that is all it is, is almost too private and Duo has to cover his eyes again, stare at the floor.
It was a Get Together fiction, and one of the sweeter kinds, where Hiro and his buddy Duo were working in an office together. Working for some policing company called the Preventers that apparently Relena had put together or something. Duo hadn't gotten that down completely yet. It had a lot of the enemy that they'd fought against in the war in it and Duo had always gotten a kick out of thinking of Heero and Une working together. They'd have torn one another apart in less than twenty four hours.
Anyway, the fiction established the friendship rather quickly but with enough grace that one felt they were coming in at the end of a very long, very sweet story about two friends who have always been there for one another. And in it, Hiro has dragged his friend up into the mountains to a cabin in the middle of nowhere, to quote - have really hawt steamy 53x0rs with him - unquote. The quoted passage was his own, because he'd made a reply to it as he did to every one of Howard's Boi's fictions. Unlike the others, these had something in them that just left Duo writhing in his seat. And not just him, there were almost more reviews on Howard's Boi's fictions than any others, despite the fact that he/she had only begun writing on the archive six months ago. Duo even had the posterity given him of Howard's Boi answering his praise with thanks more than once. That felt good, to know that he'd said something and someone else had not only heard it, but acknowledged it. Because to Duo, acknowledgment was what it was all about. He lived his life with intention of being validated for the most part.
And unlike other fictions of it's kind, this one doesn't end as soon as the orgasm was hit. Or rather, it allowed for more than just the foreplay. That was nice too, because Duo found a part of himself wondering just what it was like, being with a guy. Not that Howard's Boi would know, more than likely being a girl, but it was interesting all the same and Duo didn't mind taking his/her concept of it, considering he'd never be finding out the truth for himself. Not that he was averse to homosexuality. He just wasn't into having relationships for the sake of the sex. And since his friends all but filled every need he had (well, not counting the sex) then he really didn't see himself getting into a relationship any time soon. And most likely, when it came, it would be a woman. Because he couldn't think of a single guy who had ever hit on him, so chances of that happening were about zilch.
Still, thinking things like that was just depressing, really. And Duo is lost deep into thoughts exactly like that one when Wufei sighs a complete and somewhat tense sigh.
"Tro.." his voice throaty, they all lift heads to stare at the pair. Something positively - electric - sizzles out from the lovers and Trowa's answering smile has promises in it that make the three spectators blush. "I think we should go try some of those things out.. excuse us.." Wufei calmly adresses them politely. Or as polite as you can be after casually propositioning one's boyfriend in front of three of one's best (and straight) friends.
"Umm.. no prob, Wufei," Duo gawks as the two men stand and as gracefully as lions, stalk out of the room. He takes a breath, then turns and stares at Quatre. "Wow." Something about watching the pair of them, made him.. hungry. It was a testament to something that wouldn't die, couldn't die. Wufei and Trowa had been together for almost eight years now and there were moments, few and far between, when a glimpse into their world left Duo feeling very much as if he were missing something important in his life.
"Okay!" Duo pops up, grabbing for the computer and closing it with a comfortable snap. "There, you satisfied? See? That's how it is. Kinda gross and really sappy and just sorta stupid so we don't need to talk about it anymore and you can give me a break on how y-"
"You got any more?" Quatre's eyes burn into his and Duo gasps.
"You can't be serious!"
"Heero?" Quat leans back and looks up at the placid pilot with the slight smile hinting behind his lips.
"Sounds good to me," Heero nods. "I don't mind getting into some of Duo's passions.."
Duo stares at them both. "This is so not funny, you guys," he snarls.
"Who says we're being funny?" Quat asks in that innocent way that leaves you wondering just how much farther he's going to push this prank. "Any with you and me in it?"
"What is the deal with you and me, Quat?" Duo cries in exasperation.
"Just seems to me that if you were gay and I were gay, I'd be into you." Quat is nonplussed and Duo gags.
"Oh man, Quat. That's like... incest or something!"
Quatre giggles. "So it is.. any of those?"
"HEE-CHANNNN! Please shut him up! Stop him! Pleeeeaaassse!???" Duo whines.
And with a laugh, Quatre pats his arm. "Okay, enough for now. I'll try and find them myself."
"Grah! That's just.. augh!" Duo pulls back and looks at his friend in alarm. "You have on idea how wrong that is. You shouldn't be reading stuff like this, ever!"
Quatre rolls his eyes. "Twenty three and he still thinks I'm an innocent, Heero." Heero's snorted laughter answers. "You think I should start to write them and show him how innocent I really am?"
Duo stares. "You are serious."
"Of course I am!" Quat laughs. "I like this new passion of yours."
Duo moans in horror and stands with the computer under his arm. "I don't wanna know. Don't tell me if you do. Because I don't wanna know." And with that, he all but runs from the room, under the pretense of putting the computer away.
Heero chuckles after the braid has disappeared around the corner. "You know, that was a tad unfair."
"Oh Hee-chan," Quatre intones and grins at the laugh that hides behind Heero's eyes. "It doesn't hurt him. So don't go all protective on me."
Heero chuckles. "I'm not sure, Quatre. I think Duo can defend himself just fine. You might just be starting something, here."
Quatre grins. "Oh yes.. I'm sure this will be a merry little war." And he laughs in delight.
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Lil' Princess: Welp! I did it as quickly as I knew how! Hee hee. I'm still on vacation so hopefully they'll keep up. Any ideas, just shoot them at me, kay?
Hee. And they're getting longer! Dunno if it's because I'm writing them in the day time, or because I'm getting more comfortable with the writing process. We shall see! ))
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Oranges and Lemons
"Okay, so Duo," Quat looks over the living room to where Duo is sprawled out upon the floor, a pillow tucked up under his chin and his braid wandering snakelike across his back and the floor, "answer me a question. Did you read any lemons?"
"Nannniii?" Duo's attention instantly taken from the television screen, turns and stares at the small, innocent (it's all a lie!) Arabian pilot. "What do you mean?"
The attention of the rest of the room slowly comes into focus around the two, Heero's impassive, bored face watches from a couch while Trowa and Wufei, curled like one body in a love seat, grin.
"You know, sex fics." Quatre grins at the blush on the long haired pilot's face. "I mean, you're still reading the stuff, right?"
"Ah... heh.. well, yes.. Umm..I am." Duo quickly strikes a glance across the room. Safe enough. He grins. "Hey! Guys, want some popcorn!" and popping up as if he's got a fire under his heels, dissipates, leaving nothing behind but a few stray hairs that managed to be shed on the pillow, languishing all silver and entwined about one another.
Trowa chuckles and Wufei frowns in confusion. "Well, that was rude."
"You know Duo," Quat shrugs and waits, much like a cat at the edge of a mousehole, "He runs, hides.. the drill," waving off the rest of the comment. They've all heard it plenty of times in their lives by now.
"He'll be back," Heero predicts. "He can't stay away forever and he knows that you, Quat, won't let go."
Quatre chuckles. "If I were nice, I'd go into the kitchen and talk to him in privacy." The unheard, 'but I won't', is plain to all. Quatre was as sweet as they came, but he had a rather evil streak which hadn't come out until after the war and was now rivaling the mischievous nature of Duo in the area of making the others butt of a few good natured jokes.
"So he's still reading about us?" Trowa's quiet voice caresses Wufei on it's way out into the room.
"Aa," Heero nods and his own smile, as rare as it is, extends into a full one. There had been a time that smirks were the same as a laugh in his nonverbal vocabulary. It was good to see him smiling finally. And it had taken them only a few months after the war was over to see their first one. Something like relief had flooded the entire group, for of them all, they'd concerned themselves with Heero the most, being as he'd had the most destructive, focused nature of them all. Duty bound, they'd wondered how he'd handle the real world.
With the help of his friends, he seemed to be doing just fine.
Quatre laughs. "Obviously. I don't know, really. But I think he's hooked. You know our Duo. He has to work something out of his system before he can truly be done with it."
Heero chuckles and looks over at Trowa who nods his slow, small smile.
"Anyway, I'm just wondering." And maybe trying to get Duo back a bit, they realize.
"Wondering?" Duo returns with his arms full of bowls and popcorn and paper towels. "Ahhh... nothing like popcorn. Okay, someone start the movie back up," staring at the blank screen and blindly finding himself a towel and a bowl, filling it from the larger one. He settles upon his stomach and tries to ignore the air of expectancy. "And hope no one minds, I put extra butter on it." He grins, but refuses to look around.
Stillness meets his words and he twitches somewhat, popping some of the corn in his mouth, his foot jiggling where it rests on the floor. He props himself up on his elbows and keeps his eyes expectantly on the television. Of course no one is fooled.
A snicker and Duo can hear something moving, then a caressing hand on his braid followed by a soft tug. The smell of spice and orange wafts around him in a cloud and the light weight of Quatre's thigh rests on his back while the smaller man settles down cross legged next to Duo's side. "Duooo.." a soft pleading note.
Duo sighs, rolls over onto his back and stares at his blonde friend, a blonde friend who happens to have a good hold on the end of his long braid. "What?" his voice soft.
"Do they ever pair you and me up?" comes the question.
"QUAT!" Duo cries, ashamed. "Even if they did, I'd never read them! That would be.. be... "
Quatre's laughter meets his words and Trowa rumbles right after, "How about me?"
Duo groans. "You guys aren't going to give this up, are you? I mean, if you were that interested, you could read the site!"
Quatre's eyes light up. "Ohhh! That's a good idea! Heero, where's your laptop?" and he looks back at the dark haired man who lounges comfortably, enjoying this scene before him.
"In my pack," Heero responds. Oddly enough, though he'd done quite a bit of work while piloting, his laptop had actually become an extension of himself since ending the war. He was running a computer security consulting firm and he often needed to do jobs or trouble shoot at the spur of the moment. Therefore the wireless board kept close by his side at all times.
"Okay!" Quat runs from the room to the foyer where they know Heero would have left the pack, leaning against the wall, just behind the coat rack. Heero was nothing if not predictable.
Duo groans and then glowers at Heero. "You are a traitor friend, Hee-chan."
Heero's grin flares at him, but before 01 can answer, Quatre returns with the notebook in tow and settles onto the ground, crossing his legs once more, the computer balanced on his knees and his back against the couch upon which Heero is sitting. "Okay, so what do I do?" he asks and then follows the murmured protocol that Heero leads him through to get the computer on and then connected to the internet. Duo decides to hum lazy eighties songs while they're doing this and Trowa and Wufei just watch, waiting, quiet as always, with that gentle wordless conversation flowing through them. Duo had joked that they lived on a reality about sixty degrees off of the others, so that they must be the ultimate chatterboxes, it's just that one can never hear it, being on another plane and all.
"Here, this is the one he's on the most," Heero points.
"What? HEEEEE-CHAAAANNN!!!!" Duo cries and turning off of his stomach, crawls on his hands and knees to where Quatre is. It is indeed the site he's at most often, and also the one that he (and hopefully Heero doesn't know this - Duo remotely uploaded his works onto another server so there wasn't the distinct tie there that could hint to Heero his doings) put his own work on.
"Oh.. oh wow.." Quat breathes. "Okay Duo, so what is good?"
Duo groans. "What are you looking for?" he asks tentatively.
"Oh, some of you and Heero.." Wufei quips from the loveseat. "Of course."
"Yep! Of course!" Quatre gleams.
"Ah... umm.. okay.." Duo searches in his mind and then with a sigh murmurs, "Howard's Boi is pretty good. He's the best writer as well as being the most... err..."
"Hot?" Heero asks with a chuckle.
Duo squeaks and hides his face. "Dammit you guys, this is so unfair!" moaning into his hands.
Quatre reaches out in pity and pats Duo's shoulder, but doesn't turn from the fic site. "S'okay Duo, we just want to know about this new hobby of yours. Who knows? We might want to get in on it too.."
"Yeah, right," Duo grouses and with a final glare at Heero, sits next to Quartre and figures if nothing else, mabye he can scare them off of the fictions with one of his favorites, a particularly sweet and intense scene. A one-shot that would could easily be read by anyone else who was so inclined in a matter of five minutes or so. "Okay, go to Howard's Boi. He.. or she.. is the writer. Most of them are girls I find."
"Wonder why," Quatre giggles.
"And there, go to Cabin Fever. That's a good one." Duo nods and with a mischievous grin settles back and crosses his arms.
"Okay," Quatre opens it and looks at it a moment. "Okay, you all ready?"
"You're going to read it ALOUD?" Duo stares at his friend.
"Yeah, do that," Heero sounds amused.
"We're ready," Trowa answers for the pair of them.
"PWP?" Quatre wonders aloud. "What is that? Oh, wait... here, it says 'plot, what plot'? I'm guessing that means we're getting something really steamy." Chuckles meet this comment and the others lean forward.
"Hmm.. alright, here goes," Quatre ignores Duo's grunts and whines of protest and launches into the fiction on the page. "'Hiro was tired of waiting for his dream lover to acknowledge his presence. He was tired of waiting for things to fall into place. And while he wasn't sure what to do to let his best friend know how badly he wanted him, how badly he needed him, he was certainly ready to give it a shot. This of course, meant making Duo, a personal mission. And what a sweet mission it was going to be...'"
Duo sits in silence during the fiction, his head buried in his arms and laughter burbling upwards, hysterical laughter, actually, but captured at his nose. He wasn't about to show them how much they were affecting him. He wasn't sure he wanted to let them know that, because there'd be all the more to pull this on him again. He didn't mind them knowing all about his other passions when they'd come up. His sudden desire to learn all things sushi, for example, had made Trowa ignore him for three whole days after Duo refused to shut up about the concept of salmon roe and what was in it and how it was good for you and how it tasted best and with what sauce. Just, this wasn't exactly the type of passion he'd ever thought to share with any of them. He tilts his head to one side and opens an eye over the protective cover of his arm, eyeing Heero who is leaning over Quatre's shoulder and reading along, his expression clearly bemused. And, well, pink.
Now that was a nice color on him. Pink. It had infused Heero's cheeks and made his normally golden color richer, more alive. Like a living peach, just waiting to be supped on... Duo finds his mind making up lines to a new story and with a shudder, turns his head back into his arms to escape the visual stimuli. He didn't mind writing about the fake Heero. But he certainly was not about to let the REAL Heero get into his fiction. That would start to cross lines he wasn't sure he ever wanted to cross.
The story drones on and a few more minutes into it, Duo tilts his head the other way, meeting Trowa's eyes. Wufei in his lover's lap, is whispering something and Trowa's smile has grown. With a languid certainty, Trowa winks in reassurance and something that is decidedly sensual (given the fact that pure sensuality was being read aloud in the room right now - Duo suddenly wonders if this was what kids did in highschool. They were certainly too old to be doing this now!) at Duo before turning his attention to Wufei. The look, while that is all it is, is almost too private and Duo has to cover his eyes again, stare at the floor.
It was a Get Together fiction, and one of the sweeter kinds, where Hiro and his buddy Duo were working in an office together. Working for some policing company called the Preventers that apparently Relena had put together or something. Duo hadn't gotten that down completely yet. It had a lot of the enemy that they'd fought against in the war in it and Duo had always gotten a kick out of thinking of Heero and Une working together. They'd have torn one another apart in less than twenty four hours.
Anyway, the fiction established the friendship rather quickly but with enough grace that one felt they were coming in at the end of a very long, very sweet story about two friends who have always been there for one another. And in it, Hiro has dragged his friend up into the mountains to a cabin in the middle of nowhere, to quote - have really hawt steamy 53x0rs with him - unquote. The quoted passage was his own, because he'd made a reply to it as he did to every one of Howard's Boi's fictions. Unlike the others, these had something in them that just left Duo writhing in his seat. And not just him, there were almost more reviews on Howard's Boi's fictions than any others, despite the fact that he/she had only begun writing on the archive six months ago. Duo even had the posterity given him of Howard's Boi answering his praise with thanks more than once. That felt good, to know that he'd said something and someone else had not only heard it, but acknowledged it. Because to Duo, acknowledgment was what it was all about. He lived his life with intention of being validated for the most part.
And unlike other fictions of it's kind, this one doesn't end as soon as the orgasm was hit. Or rather, it allowed for more than just the foreplay. That was nice too, because Duo found a part of himself wondering just what it was like, being with a guy. Not that Howard's Boi would know, more than likely being a girl, but it was interesting all the same and Duo didn't mind taking his/her concept of it, considering he'd never be finding out the truth for himself. Not that he was averse to homosexuality. He just wasn't into having relationships for the sake of the sex. And since his friends all but filled every need he had (well, not counting the sex) then he really didn't see himself getting into a relationship any time soon. And most likely, when it came, it would be a woman. Because he couldn't think of a single guy who had ever hit on him, so chances of that happening were about zilch.
Still, thinking things like that was just depressing, really. And Duo is lost deep into thoughts exactly like that one when Wufei sighs a complete and somewhat tense sigh.
"Tro.." his voice throaty, they all lift heads to stare at the pair. Something positively - electric - sizzles out from the lovers and Trowa's answering smile has promises in it that make the three spectators blush. "I think we should go try some of those things out.. excuse us.." Wufei calmly adresses them politely. Or as polite as you can be after casually propositioning one's boyfriend in front of three of one's best (and straight) friends.
"Umm.. no prob, Wufei," Duo gawks as the two men stand and as gracefully as lions, stalk out of the room. He takes a breath, then turns and stares at Quatre. "Wow." Something about watching the pair of them, made him.. hungry. It was a testament to something that wouldn't die, couldn't die. Wufei and Trowa had been together for almost eight years now and there were moments, few and far between, when a glimpse into their world left Duo feeling very much as if he were missing something important in his life.
"Okay!" Duo pops up, grabbing for the computer and closing it with a comfortable snap. "There, you satisfied? See? That's how it is. Kinda gross and really sappy and just sorta stupid so we don't need to talk about it anymore and you can give me a break on how y-"
"You got any more?" Quatre's eyes burn into his and Duo gasps.
"You can't be serious!"
"Heero?" Quat leans back and looks up at the placid pilot with the slight smile hinting behind his lips.
"Sounds good to me," Heero nods. "I don't mind getting into some of Duo's passions.."
Duo stares at them both. "This is so not funny, you guys," he snarls.
"Who says we're being funny?" Quat asks in that innocent way that leaves you wondering just how much farther he's going to push this prank. "Any with you and me in it?"
"What is the deal with you and me, Quat?" Duo cries in exasperation.
"Just seems to me that if you were gay and I were gay, I'd be into you." Quat is nonplussed and Duo gags.
"Oh man, Quat. That's like... incest or something!"
Quatre giggles. "So it is.. any of those?"
"HEE-CHANNNN! Please shut him up! Stop him! Pleeeeaaassse!???" Duo whines.
And with a laugh, Quatre pats his arm. "Okay, enough for now. I'll try and find them myself."
"Grah! That's just.. augh!" Duo pulls back and looks at his friend in alarm. "You have on idea how wrong that is. You shouldn't be reading stuff like this, ever!"
Quatre rolls his eyes. "Twenty three and he still thinks I'm an innocent, Heero." Heero's snorted laughter answers. "You think I should start to write them and show him how innocent I really am?"
Duo stares. "You are serious."
"Of course I am!" Quat laughs. "I like this new passion of yours."
Duo moans in horror and stands with the computer under his arm. "I don't wanna know. Don't tell me if you do. Because I don't wanna know." And with that, he all but runs from the room, under the pretense of putting the computer away.
Heero chuckles after the braid has disappeared around the corner. "You know, that was a tad unfair."
"Oh Hee-chan," Quatre intones and grins at the laugh that hides behind Heero's eyes. "It doesn't hurt him. So don't go all protective on me."
Heero chuckles. "I'm not sure, Quatre. I think Duo can defend himself just fine. You might just be starting something, here."
Quatre grins. "Oh yes.. I'm sure this will be a merry little war." And he laughs in delight.
- Owari -
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Lil' Princess: Welp! I did it as quickly as I knew how! Hee hee. I'm still on vacation so hopefully they'll keep up. Any ideas, just shoot them at me, kay?
