Perfectly Irrational


It was peculiar, how Heero's shoulder's had set in a stubborn position, while this itself was not abnormal, it was why he doing it, that made Quatre ask again.

"You know it's good for you?"

A grunt of disbelief. It was almost odd.

"It's one of the five food groups, Heero, it's helps builds healthy bones. And you, sometimes have the habit of breaking them."

Heero deliberately turned his back on the waiting glass of milk.

"Your bones could snap. Any moment now."

A pause. "I take calcium tablets."

"But milk is wholesome and good! It tastes delicious!" Quatre exclaimed, beginning to get frustrated. Then he smiled. He took a sip of milk discreetly and tapped Heero on the shoulder.

Heero turned, one brow raised in question. Quatre leaned in and pressed his lips against Heero's. The brunet was the type who could not refuse a kiss. From Quatre that is.

Quatre slipped a tongue, and the Quatre-warmed milk flowed between their lips. Heero's eyes snapped open, and met Quatre's devilishly grinning eyes.

"See? I told you would taste good!" Quatre nodded cheerfully to himself.

Next to Quatre, Heero had turned pale, and was swaying on his feet.

"Uh? Heero?"

Heero threw up.