Title: Two Peas
Characters/pairing: Heero Yuy/Duo Maxwell
Rating: PG
Warnings: AU
Word count: 546
Notes: Written for 7snogs theme #1 "uniform", part 2 in a 7 part series
Disclaimer: The characters of Gundam Wing to do not belong to me and are used without permission for fun, not profit.

Duo's cooking had gotten better; there was no overnight improvement of epic proportions but after three breakfasts in a row without a single scorched egg, he was feeling quite pleased with himself, especially as every one of them had been with Heero.

It was nice, Duo mused as he surveyed the contents of his refrigerator, to have someone to cook for besides himself, and even nicer to have said person willing to help out in the kitchen. Heero was nearby, ready to hand Duo the ingredients he needed, and yet he was never in Duo's way, keeping clear of the stove and anywhere Duo's elbows might be moving. It was pleasant without being stifling and Duo enjoyed it immensely. He hadn't even minded the gentle ribbing he'd gotten for his insistence that all canned goods be arranged in the cupboards according to size and color. It appealed to the neat and orderly part of his brain and he knew that if he wanted pineapple for a glazed ham, it was on the second shelf with the blue labeled cans, and if he was after vaccum packed artichoke hearts, he'd find them on the yellow shelf.

At least Heero hadn't given him a hard time about the fact that Duo kept a healthy supply of canned foods. His cooking was improving, but that didn't mean that he didn't need a backup plan in case of disasters like the lobster bisque. It wasn't that it had tasted bad, but he'd been distracted while adding the sherry (and that was Heero's fault for wearing a shirt with half the buttons undone). Whoever said that sauteeing would burn off the alcohol content had obviously never had a cooking sherry hangover the next day. Chicken broth (red shelf) and toast had served them well for lunch, as they'd both slept until nearly noon.

Duo couldn't help smiling at the memory. Heero had looked pitiable when he'd woken up, with his red-rimmed eyes and stray bits of lint in his hair from using one of Duo's sweatshirts as a pillow. These days Heero didn't even bother wearing a shirt when he crashed on the couch, but Duo wasn't about to complain.

He decided that he'd test his luck with poaching eggs again; he'd yet to manage getting the egg whites just right, and he pulled the carton out only to frown at in in puzzlement. It felt rather odd and he realized why when he flipped open the lid. The past few days, Heero had been in the kitchen with him and Duo hadn't touched the carton in all that time. He saw the arrangement of eggs inside and started to laugh. It seemed that he wasn't the only one with a few idiosyncracies in the kitchen.

Heero had taken eggs from alternating sides of the carton, so rather than all the eggs being on one side, which Duo was used to and which shifted most of the weight to the end that faced the back of the refrigerator, they were in the center with the empty cups symmetric on either side. When Heero joined him in the kitchen, his face adorably confused, Duo couldn't resist abandoning the eggs and kissing Heero soundly.

Two hours later, they had frozen waffles for breakfast.