Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing.
Warning: OOC, Duo Ramblings, implied angst, implied shonen-ai, mild language, and general weirdness
A/N: /blah/ is Heero's thoughts... I think everyone knows how Duo can keep a conversation for two people going, and can anticipate what their responses would be... and can figure things out quickly(when he wants) if not, you have been forewarned...
Woops… I had said that I had 18 in my inbox, and 17 online…(see previous chapter) that should be 19, and 18 respectively… OOU
Chapter 6
"Well, I'm not going to let him ruin our dinner." Duo said and walked back into the kitchen depositing Trowa's coat on the couch alongside his.
"What exactly had you cooked? It smells wonderful!"
"Chicken coated in mayo and seasoned breadcrumbs, then baked; steamed asparagus, and I was just going to put some noodles up. It should only take a few more minutes to finish."
"Need any help?"
"No, I'm all set, but if you want to help yourself to a drink, everything's in the 'fridge."
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Dinner proceeded well, not disturbed once by Heero, who seemed to be sulking. That was probably because he hadn't gotten his own dinner yet.
"Oh shit!"
"What's up Duo?"
"I forgot to feed Heero."
"Ah, he can wait." Trowa said, pulling Duo back into his lap, as they watched a movie he had selected earlier.
"You don't understand, he's sometimes been cold to me if I forget to feed him within an hour. With you here, he'll be even worse."
"Hn." Trowa let Duo go reluctantly.
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Slowly, Heero came out from hiding, certain of his senses that the intruder, /Trowa/, was gone. Jumping onto the back of the sofa, he poked his head out the window. No car was in the driveway.
Having already confirmed that no one was in the dining room, kitchen, or living room, Heero proceeded to the bedroom… and found Duo sitting up in bed, watching the doorway.
"It's about time you were out and about. Get over here." Duo draped his hand over the side of the bed.
Slowly, Heero made his way over to the side of the bed and rubbed his head in Duo's outstretched hand.
"You really are an idiot." Duo smirked as a low purr escaped Heero's throat. "You know I love you. But you have to realize that I can't be… you can't… There's no way either of us could fulfill the needs of the other."
/I beg to differ/
"Okay, I may be able to fulfill yours, but you can't mine."
/Okay, you got me there/
"Anyway… I still think you ought to make up with Trowa. He's a friend and a coworker. And after tonight, I don't think we'll be anything but friends."
/Oh? /
"We just don't seem to have the right chemistry."
/Hn. I could have told you that/
"But, I'd like you to be civil tomorrow night when he's over, all right?"
/… Fine/
"Good. Now let me get some sleep. I'll need it for that talk tomorrow."
/Heh. Someone's getting let down. And for once, it's not me/
As Heero curled up around Duo's legs, it could almost be said that he had a smile. But was definitely content, and purring loudly.
A/N: Sorry about not updating for a while… my muse had flown away for a bit. I hadn't forgotten, really! Yes, this meal was done... in pieces anyway. If I ever have things for a meal in a story, usually, I've either made it, or had it... and I think these would go well.