A/N: Hiya! And welcome to Chapter 5, or as I affectionately call it, the Not-Dumpster Chapter. (I'm very proud of myself for that, too.) If you don't get it, that's just fine. Kind of a last-story joke. And onto the story!!!! Special thanks to Regina and Trenchcoat Man for the last names.
Warnings: Profanity, 1x2x1 & 3x4. Slight OOC, extreme AU, crazy pirate island of Doom, and strange sea speakage. Yaoi!!! HOORAY!
Disclaimer: I own the story, but the boys (and girls) belong to someone who isn't me, so I don't own them because I'm not them so yeah.
Sea of Silence
Chapter 5
The Lighter
"Welcome to Hell," Duo said cheerily, and Heero just glared at the black-clad captain. Death's Island was actually a lovely green isle about three miles long with a dormant and small tree-clad volcano near the opposite edge. The town, affectionately named Hell, existed solely for the purpose of Shinigami's pirate enterprise, and the well being of their loot and the crew's families. Also, according to Trowa, there were lovely, clean, safe hot springs dotting the island as well.
Heero's thoughts were cut off when Duo nudged him gently down the gangplank and onto the rather large wooden dock, and followed him down. Trowa and Quatre (holding hands, he noticed) followed afterwards, smiling at each other as Trowa pointed out areas of interest.
"Trowa, I'm taking it you're guarding Quat," Duo said, and they both nodded. "I've got Heero, so who has Wufei?" There was a crash from onboard the Nataku, and Duo shrugged as a yell erupted. "Oh well. He used to live here, he'll be fine." Trowa nodded, and the pairs walked across the dock.
"So, I guess the other three are still out," Duo murmured, and Heero turned towards him.
"Other three what," he asked.
"The other three Shinigami ships. I run an enterprise, after all. I mean, one ship doesn't need a private city on a private island," Duo said, as if it were common knowledge he owned four ships.
Heero, however, could tell the pirate had become immediately apprehensive as soon as his feet touched the dock. And, as he looked behind him, Trowa was on guard as well. His eyes darkened. The pirates knew something he didn't.
"Trowa," a woman's voice yelled out, and both relaxed for a brief moment, only to tense again. Heero noticed a brown-haired woman, probably in her early twenties, running down the dock. The woman came forward, and gave the first mate a hug. "I was so worried!"
"Aww, come on, Cathy! You really don't trust me," Duo pouted, and Catherine finally realized Trowa was holding someone else's hand. "Catherine Bloom, meet Quatre Winner, our current captive."
"Quatre, my sister," Trowa said as Catherine dropped off him to give an appraising look at the smaller blonde boy. Quatre smiled at her.
"Hello! I'm pleased to meet you," he said, and shook her hand. "Trowa said you were nice. I'm glad to meet a member of his family." She smiled back at the younger boy.
"I'm glad Trowa met someone out of the business," she said.
"How's the troupe," Trowa asked quietly, and Catherine shrugged.
"How it always is," she replied. "Don't worry, they played nice. No deaths this time." Duo sighed in relief, while Quatre gaped.
"THIS time?" Trowa nodded, still holding the blonde's hand.
"Pirates and acrobats sometimes don't mix," he stated, and Quatre just shook his head. His emerald eyes snapped up to Duo's. "We're going to go home. Have fun." The three walked away, leaving Duo and Heero standing aside as the Deathscythe's crew disembarked. They waved enthusiastically to someone on shore, or ran up to them and swept their loved ones up in a great embrace.
Duo, he noted, did none of these things.
"Well, I better show ya around," Duo said, his eternal smile shining as he led Heero down the dock. He carried a simple black bag. "Like I said, welcome to Hell."
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"And you're sure it's them," her voice asked, doubt shining through. The man smiled slightly. "I trust you, it's just...we've been looking so long."
"Don't worry, my dear. They'll be picking them up in less than a day, and then it's only a matter of time until they're back here," he said, voice eerily smooth. She frowned. "I guarantee their safety, if it helps your mind be at ease." Still, her lips remained in a thin line.
"I just don't like the fact we have to go through lines to get them off that dreaded island," she said. "And I can't just forget we've been looking for them almost fifteen years now." He nodded.
"As unbelievable as it may seem, I trust Zechs and Noin with my life," he said, short ginger hair swaying a bit in the breeze. The porch was a bit too rosy for her taste, but politeness decreed she remain sitting during the business portion of their relationship. "The boys will be here within the week, and this whole mess will be over." She shook her head.
"Ever the optimist, Treize," she shrugged, long blonde hair swinging in the wind, and his half-smile returned.
"No, my dear, ever the idealist."
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Duo led him through the wooden city almost blindly, neglecting to explain the sights to his captive. For ten minutes, they walked in a straight line, Heero following the braided boy blindly through Hell. At eleven minutes, Duo turned left. For twelve minutes, they walked on that path. The buildings spread out, and Heero noticed there were actually farms on the island, and occasional ranches. But, everything was camouflaged to match what any faraway sailor would expect on an uninhabited island.
Heero realized, these people lived in fear. A minor fear, obviously, or everyone wouldn't be as happy and smiling, or wearing the well-made yet plain clothes of the lower yet rising classes in the world.
Then again, he realized they could all be smiling because Duo Maxwell practically owned their souls, not to mention their land. How had a seventeen-year-old pirate amassed enough money for his own private island, four ships, and an entire population? Piracy paid well, but nobody could have made that much in seventeen years. Quatre could most likely buy the same three times over, but he was the heir to a ten-generation fortune, and most likely a prince.
"Watch out," Duo yelled, but it was too late. Heero ran straight into the big black pole he hadn't even seen, and fell to the floor with a grunt. His blue eyes snapped straight to the braided boy, only to find him literally rolling on the ground laughing, tears glinting in his closed violet eyes. "You-! Your head!" was all he managed, until he was laughing again, this time so hard no sound came out until he sucked some air in, and kept on laughing as if his life depended on it.
Heero, meanwhile, realized the pole had left a welt on his forehead tinted black from the paint, along with the tip of his nose. He'd probably have a broken nose if he'd been looking anywhere but down. But then again, if he hadn't been looking down, he'd have seen the pole and avoided the whole experience.
"Are you done," Heero finally snapped, and a gasping Duo finally nodded, still laughing to himself as they continued along the deserted dirt path, until they were at the base of the dormant volcano in a wooded area. A house stood in a clearing, with- to Heero's amazement- a happily steaming hot spring right next to the building.
"Welcome to my humble home! I have an...a spare bedroom for you, and we have remarkable running water, and hot water from Mr. Steamy, the friendly 100 degree pool," Duo said cheerily, opening the wooden door of the two-story establishment. "To your left, you'll see the kitchen and a bathroom. To the right, the living room. Upstairs, we have my room, Hild-um, another room, and your current lodgings, along with yet another bathroom." Heero caught all the switches, just like anyone else would. "Hild" had clearly once lived with Duo.
The braided pirate practically shoved Heero through a door (which, he noticed, had a lock) that contained a bed, a desk, a mirror, and a dresser. 'For a rich kid, he sure doesn't use it,' Heero thought.
"Don't go into the room next to mine," Duo said with a small blush. "It's just...It's kind of a shrine, so I'd...uh...I'll kill you if you go in." With that, the brunette stormed out and walked into his own room to shut the door. Heero shook his head, tossing his small bundle of items onto the bed.
He'd never understand that boy.
Duo, at the time, was thinking the same exact thing.
Why did he get so riled up about the thought of Heero in Hilde's room? Trowa had gone in, Wufei had gone in, Catherine had gone in...It really was a shrine, now, to his sister. She'd disappeared a year ago, now. Maybe that was why. It would be a year in two days.
But, that was no reason to yell at Heero again. Especially when his leg was still busted and he'd get flattened until it was. Being around that good-looking of a guy just did something to his brain. Or maybe it was just Heero who did it. It had been so long since he'd even let someone he didn't know extremely well to come to his house, let alone know where it was.
Duo was practically a hermit, living with Mr. Steamy and memories of Hilde. And the cat, of course, but he was a free spirit, and Duo hadn't seen it since Hilde had left. She'd been the one to feed it, after all. He just cuddled with it. And the house had been Hilde's, anyway. Duo used to just live with Trowa, but when Catherine and the troupe came around, Hilde had suggested they actually have a house. And thus, Duo built her a house with the help of all the neighbors. It helped he happened to be a genius when it came to plumbing.
Duo sighed. He was rambling, and the fact it was in his head made it even worse. He was stalling. Damn, he'd have to apologize to Heero. And Duo hated apologizing.
Heero was still standing in his room, looking around uncomfortably, when Duo came back out after a few minutes of contemplation. The violet-eyed boy cleared his throat.
"I'm not gonna kill you," he said clearly, with a tad bit of a sigh. "I just...she was my sister." Heero's bright blue eyes looked understanding. "She disappeared, and is probably dead, but I kept her room just the same." God, the bastard rattled his brain. "Do you...you wanna see it?" For a period, Heero just looked at him, until he walked forward very calmly.
"No, thank you," he said, and all of a sudden, was pulling off his shirt.
"Wha...ah! Heero! What are you doing," Duo yelled, stumbling backwards as the fabric was lifted, and stopped when he received a bona fide death glare. "Eheheh..." He shut his eyes and slammed his hands in front of them, not daring to look at a half-naked Heero, no matter how bad he wanted to.
"You asked to see my back," he said coolly. "You shared something, so I'm sharing something." Duo relaxed, and let his hands fall. His eyes opened, and his eyes immediately caught the tattoo. An omega, which looked like an upside-down U with feet, graced his left shoulder blade. He shut his eyes again, not daring to look beyond that, even though he'd glanced at the multiple scars that ran along his flesh.
"Thanks," he whispered. His mind was racing. Omega. The last letter, the letter of Ending. But, he couldn't remember more than that.
Which was because Heero Yuy was standing shirtless in front of him, all because he'd asked. Aww, shit. He was going to pass out if he took off anything else. Why'd he have to be so damn fine?
There was a rustle of fabric. "Would you do something for me," Heero's voice asked, and Duo opened his eyes, cheery once more now there was no fear of seeing an undressed Heero.
"Sure, Heero," Duo said, smiling.
"I want to see your back, now, if you don't mind," he said, a hidden smirk on his face.
Duo was breathless. Had...had Heero just hit on him? His heart was racing. His violet eyes froze. Oh, god. Visions of Heero shirtless, and them him shirtless, and naked...
"Aww, shit," Duo yelled, and fell to the floor, feeling like a scalding little puddle of lust that used to be named something Maxwell.
"Duo? You okay," Heero asked, and noticed the braided boy lying on the floor, looking dazed. What the hell? The boy just fell down at random times, apparently. But...deciding the pirate was a friend (if nothing more, he added grudgingly), he scooped up the pirate, only for him to yell again.
"Goddamit, that's worse," he yelled again, pressed close to Heero's chest as he was carried bridal-style into his own bedroom, which Heero eyed with interest. Everything was black. "Oh, dear god. Kill me now." Heero looked down at him inquisitively. "You have no idea how fucking lickable you are right now, do you?"
They both froze.
"Ummm. Ah...eh," Duo began, trying to save the brand new, fragile friendship they had. But, right now, there was no way in hell he could salvage this. "Sorry?" Heero was still frozen in place, and Duo sighed. "Go ahead and pummel me, then. I sure as hell des-" Heero cut him off by swiftly kissing his brains to mush.
"Lickable," Heero asked, smirking, and threw him on the bed. "We'll see." With that, he stepped aside, examining the room as dazed Duo's head spun. Ohhh, he kissed gooood. He had no idea what way was up, or down, or where the hell he was. All he knew was Heero had kissed him and was standing in the same room looking at him, while Duo himself was on the bed.
He'd always been good at math.
Duo launched off the bed, tackling the other boy and ignoring the pain in his leg. Heero himself looked a bit dazed, but Duo was too busy kissing his neck to notice. Oh, god. He tasted like cherries and chocolate. Chocolate-covered cherries. Duo's brain had left the building.
Their lips met again, and this time much, much happy tongue dancing ensued. Were they lying down? Sitting? Standing? Hell, Duo had no idea whether he was even clothed anymore. All that remained was the sexiest chocolate-covered cherry he'd ever eaten above- or was it below?- him.
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A/N: A horrific place to stop, huh? But, hey, I need to separate it right here. Don't worry, chapter 6 will be here really, really fast. And why? I'll tell you why. It's just too damn fun to have 1x2x1 to write!!! HOORAY!!!
And, I'd also like to take this area to thank the wonderful creator of my insanity, Chocolate. I love it so...
TWENTY REVIEWS!!! WOOHOO! And the spectacular seven people who reviewed are, chronologically,
Mlaine!
TKM!
Regina!
j!
Rekkaboziegirl!
TrenchcoatMan!
cheshiresmile!
You guys all get gold stars for being so cool! Thanks for reading! Please, please review!
(And, if you're wondering why this took a bit longer, blame my stupid homework. I will murder Nathaniel Hawthorne!)
Warnings: Profanity, 1x2x1 & 3x4. Slight OOC, extreme AU, crazy pirate island of Doom, and strange sea speakage. Yaoi!!! HOORAY!
Disclaimer: I own the story, but the boys (and girls) belong to someone who isn't me, so I don't own them because I'm not them so yeah.
Sea of Silence
Chapter 5
The Lighter
"Welcome to Hell," Duo said cheerily, and Heero just glared at the black-clad captain. Death's Island was actually a lovely green isle about three miles long with a dormant and small tree-clad volcano near the opposite edge. The town, affectionately named Hell, existed solely for the purpose of Shinigami's pirate enterprise, and the well being of their loot and the crew's families. Also, according to Trowa, there were lovely, clean, safe hot springs dotting the island as well.
Heero's thoughts were cut off when Duo nudged him gently down the gangplank and onto the rather large wooden dock, and followed him down. Trowa and Quatre (holding hands, he noticed) followed afterwards, smiling at each other as Trowa pointed out areas of interest.
"Trowa, I'm taking it you're guarding Quat," Duo said, and they both nodded. "I've got Heero, so who has Wufei?" There was a crash from onboard the Nataku, and Duo shrugged as a yell erupted. "Oh well. He used to live here, he'll be fine." Trowa nodded, and the pairs walked across the dock.
"So, I guess the other three are still out," Duo murmured, and Heero turned towards him.
"Other three what," he asked.
"The other three Shinigami ships. I run an enterprise, after all. I mean, one ship doesn't need a private city on a private island," Duo said, as if it were common knowledge he owned four ships.
Heero, however, could tell the pirate had become immediately apprehensive as soon as his feet touched the dock. And, as he looked behind him, Trowa was on guard as well. His eyes darkened. The pirates knew something he didn't.
"Trowa," a woman's voice yelled out, and both relaxed for a brief moment, only to tense again. Heero noticed a brown-haired woman, probably in her early twenties, running down the dock. The woman came forward, and gave the first mate a hug. "I was so worried!"
"Aww, come on, Cathy! You really don't trust me," Duo pouted, and Catherine finally realized Trowa was holding someone else's hand. "Catherine Bloom, meet Quatre Winner, our current captive."
"Quatre, my sister," Trowa said as Catherine dropped off him to give an appraising look at the smaller blonde boy. Quatre smiled at her.
"Hello! I'm pleased to meet you," he said, and shook her hand. "Trowa said you were nice. I'm glad to meet a member of his family." She smiled back at the younger boy.
"I'm glad Trowa met someone out of the business," she said.
"How's the troupe," Trowa asked quietly, and Catherine shrugged.
"How it always is," she replied. "Don't worry, they played nice. No deaths this time." Duo sighed in relief, while Quatre gaped.
"THIS time?" Trowa nodded, still holding the blonde's hand.
"Pirates and acrobats sometimes don't mix," he stated, and Quatre just shook his head. His emerald eyes snapped up to Duo's. "We're going to go home. Have fun." The three walked away, leaving Duo and Heero standing aside as the Deathscythe's crew disembarked. They waved enthusiastically to someone on shore, or ran up to them and swept their loved ones up in a great embrace.
Duo, he noted, did none of these things.
"Well, I better show ya around," Duo said, his eternal smile shining as he led Heero down the dock. He carried a simple black bag. "Like I said, welcome to Hell."
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"And you're sure it's them," her voice asked, doubt shining through. The man smiled slightly. "I trust you, it's just...we've been looking so long."
"Don't worry, my dear. They'll be picking them up in less than a day, and then it's only a matter of time until they're back here," he said, voice eerily smooth. She frowned. "I guarantee their safety, if it helps your mind be at ease." Still, her lips remained in a thin line.
"I just don't like the fact we have to go through lines to get them off that dreaded island," she said. "And I can't just forget we've been looking for them almost fifteen years now." He nodded.
"As unbelievable as it may seem, I trust Zechs and Noin with my life," he said, short ginger hair swaying a bit in the breeze. The porch was a bit too rosy for her taste, but politeness decreed she remain sitting during the business portion of their relationship. "The boys will be here within the week, and this whole mess will be over." She shook her head.
"Ever the optimist, Treize," she shrugged, long blonde hair swinging in the wind, and his half-smile returned.
"No, my dear, ever the idealist."
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Duo led him through the wooden city almost blindly, neglecting to explain the sights to his captive. For ten minutes, they walked in a straight line, Heero following the braided boy blindly through Hell. At eleven minutes, Duo turned left. For twelve minutes, they walked on that path. The buildings spread out, and Heero noticed there were actually farms on the island, and occasional ranches. But, everything was camouflaged to match what any faraway sailor would expect on an uninhabited island.
Heero realized, these people lived in fear. A minor fear, obviously, or everyone wouldn't be as happy and smiling, or wearing the well-made yet plain clothes of the lower yet rising classes in the world.
Then again, he realized they could all be smiling because Duo Maxwell practically owned their souls, not to mention their land. How had a seventeen-year-old pirate amassed enough money for his own private island, four ships, and an entire population? Piracy paid well, but nobody could have made that much in seventeen years. Quatre could most likely buy the same three times over, but he was the heir to a ten-generation fortune, and most likely a prince.
"Watch out," Duo yelled, but it was too late. Heero ran straight into the big black pole he hadn't even seen, and fell to the floor with a grunt. His blue eyes snapped straight to the braided boy, only to find him literally rolling on the ground laughing, tears glinting in his closed violet eyes. "You-! Your head!" was all he managed, until he was laughing again, this time so hard no sound came out until he sucked some air in, and kept on laughing as if his life depended on it.
Heero, meanwhile, realized the pole had left a welt on his forehead tinted black from the paint, along with the tip of his nose. He'd probably have a broken nose if he'd been looking anywhere but down. But then again, if he hadn't been looking down, he'd have seen the pole and avoided the whole experience.
"Are you done," Heero finally snapped, and a gasping Duo finally nodded, still laughing to himself as they continued along the deserted dirt path, until they were at the base of the dormant volcano in a wooded area. A house stood in a clearing, with- to Heero's amazement- a happily steaming hot spring right next to the building.
"Welcome to my humble home! I have an...a spare bedroom for you, and we have remarkable running water, and hot water from Mr. Steamy, the friendly 100 degree pool," Duo said cheerily, opening the wooden door of the two-story establishment. "To your left, you'll see the kitchen and a bathroom. To the right, the living room. Upstairs, we have my room, Hild-um, another room, and your current lodgings, along with yet another bathroom." Heero caught all the switches, just like anyone else would. "Hild" had clearly once lived with Duo.
The braided pirate practically shoved Heero through a door (which, he noticed, had a lock) that contained a bed, a desk, a mirror, and a dresser. 'For a rich kid, he sure doesn't use it,' Heero thought.
"Don't go into the room next to mine," Duo said with a small blush. "It's just...It's kind of a shrine, so I'd...uh...I'll kill you if you go in." With that, the brunette stormed out and walked into his own room to shut the door. Heero shook his head, tossing his small bundle of items onto the bed.
He'd never understand that boy.
Duo, at the time, was thinking the same exact thing.
Why did he get so riled up about the thought of Heero in Hilde's room? Trowa had gone in, Wufei had gone in, Catherine had gone in...It really was a shrine, now, to his sister. She'd disappeared a year ago, now. Maybe that was why. It would be a year in two days.
But, that was no reason to yell at Heero again. Especially when his leg was still busted and he'd get flattened until it was. Being around that good-looking of a guy just did something to his brain. Or maybe it was just Heero who did it. It had been so long since he'd even let someone he didn't know extremely well to come to his house, let alone know where it was.
Duo was practically a hermit, living with Mr. Steamy and memories of Hilde. And the cat, of course, but he was a free spirit, and Duo hadn't seen it since Hilde had left. She'd been the one to feed it, after all. He just cuddled with it. And the house had been Hilde's, anyway. Duo used to just live with Trowa, but when Catherine and the troupe came around, Hilde had suggested they actually have a house. And thus, Duo built her a house with the help of all the neighbors. It helped he happened to be a genius when it came to plumbing.
Duo sighed. He was rambling, and the fact it was in his head made it even worse. He was stalling. Damn, he'd have to apologize to Heero. And Duo hated apologizing.
Heero was still standing in his room, looking around uncomfortably, when Duo came back out after a few minutes of contemplation. The violet-eyed boy cleared his throat.
"I'm not gonna kill you," he said clearly, with a tad bit of a sigh. "I just...she was my sister." Heero's bright blue eyes looked understanding. "She disappeared, and is probably dead, but I kept her room just the same." God, the bastard rattled his brain. "Do you...you wanna see it?" For a period, Heero just looked at him, until he walked forward very calmly.
"No, thank you," he said, and all of a sudden, was pulling off his shirt.
"Wha...ah! Heero! What are you doing," Duo yelled, stumbling backwards as the fabric was lifted, and stopped when he received a bona fide death glare. "Eheheh..." He shut his eyes and slammed his hands in front of them, not daring to look at a half-naked Heero, no matter how bad he wanted to.
"You asked to see my back," he said coolly. "You shared something, so I'm sharing something." Duo relaxed, and let his hands fall. His eyes opened, and his eyes immediately caught the tattoo. An omega, which looked like an upside-down U with feet, graced his left shoulder blade. He shut his eyes again, not daring to look beyond that, even though he'd glanced at the multiple scars that ran along his flesh.
"Thanks," he whispered. His mind was racing. Omega. The last letter, the letter of Ending. But, he couldn't remember more than that.
Which was because Heero Yuy was standing shirtless in front of him, all because he'd asked. Aww, shit. He was going to pass out if he took off anything else. Why'd he have to be so damn fine?
There was a rustle of fabric. "Would you do something for me," Heero's voice asked, and Duo opened his eyes, cheery once more now there was no fear of seeing an undressed Heero.
"Sure, Heero," Duo said, smiling.
"I want to see your back, now, if you don't mind," he said, a hidden smirk on his face.
Duo was breathless. Had...had Heero just hit on him? His heart was racing. His violet eyes froze. Oh, god. Visions of Heero shirtless, and them him shirtless, and naked...
"Aww, shit," Duo yelled, and fell to the floor, feeling like a scalding little puddle of lust that used to be named something Maxwell.
"Duo? You okay," Heero asked, and noticed the braided boy lying on the floor, looking dazed. What the hell? The boy just fell down at random times, apparently. But...deciding the pirate was a friend (if nothing more, he added grudgingly), he scooped up the pirate, only for him to yell again.
"Goddamit, that's worse," he yelled again, pressed close to Heero's chest as he was carried bridal-style into his own bedroom, which Heero eyed with interest. Everything was black. "Oh, dear god. Kill me now." Heero looked down at him inquisitively. "You have no idea how fucking lickable you are right now, do you?"
They both froze.
"Ummm. Ah...eh," Duo began, trying to save the brand new, fragile friendship they had. But, right now, there was no way in hell he could salvage this. "Sorry?" Heero was still frozen in place, and Duo sighed. "Go ahead and pummel me, then. I sure as hell des-" Heero cut him off by swiftly kissing his brains to mush.
"Lickable," Heero asked, smirking, and threw him on the bed. "We'll see." With that, he stepped aside, examining the room as dazed Duo's head spun. Ohhh, he kissed gooood. He had no idea what way was up, or down, or where the hell he was. All he knew was Heero had kissed him and was standing in the same room looking at him, while Duo himself was on the bed.
He'd always been good at math.
Duo launched off the bed, tackling the other boy and ignoring the pain in his leg. Heero himself looked a bit dazed, but Duo was too busy kissing his neck to notice. Oh, god. He tasted like cherries and chocolate. Chocolate-covered cherries. Duo's brain had left the building.
Their lips met again, and this time much, much happy tongue dancing ensued. Were they lying down? Sitting? Standing? Hell, Duo had no idea whether he was even clothed anymore. All that remained was the sexiest chocolate-covered cherry he'd ever eaten above- or was it below?- him.
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A/N: A horrific place to stop, huh? But, hey, I need to separate it right here. Don't worry, chapter 6 will be here really, really fast. And why? I'll tell you why. It's just too damn fun to have 1x2x1 to write!!! HOORAY!!!
And, I'd also like to take this area to thank the wonderful creator of my insanity, Chocolate. I love it so...
TWENTY REVIEWS!!! WOOHOO! And the spectacular seven people who reviewed are, chronologically,
Mlaine!
TKM!
Regina!
j!
Rekkaboziegirl!
TrenchcoatMan!
cheshiresmile!
You guys all get gold stars for being so cool! Thanks for reading! Please, please review!
(And, if you're wondering why this took a bit longer, blame my stupid homework. I will murder Nathaniel Hawthorne!)