Disclaimer- See Pt. 1.
WORD COUNT- 155
WARNINGS- Avaeya's bad humor
RATING- R-ish (for dialogue)
Battle Ship
They stared at each other across the polished wooden table, beers warming in their slightly sweating hands. Their eyes were locked, a battle of wills that could only get messy and bloody.
"You first."
"No."
The tension floated above their heads in almost visible clouds, muscles clenched and tightened, shoulders brought up high.
A bottle of beer was brought up to dry lips, swallowed down quickly and put back on the table with and audible bang.
"Stop damaging my table."
"I didn't damage it."
"Yes you did, I can see the chip."
"Fucking homo."
"Only when I've got your dick up my ass." A smile danced around on upturned lips, and finally, the other looked away.
"Damnit, I can't win when you start smiling like that!" Duo crossed his arms and glared at Heero, who only smiled bigger.
"That's why I'm the king of staring contests."
Duo answered with a raised middle finger.
"Anytime, darling, anytime."
