A/N: Hello again! Like I mentioned in the first chapter, that this story is already completed, so I am going to update every 2 to 3 days on this story. Depends on reviews and all. The first chapter was really much, so I decided to go ahead and post the second for the sake of the readers.
Warning: I do not own any of these characters!!! So if you want to sue, all you will be getting is a very evil dog, and maybe a piece of lint!
Strange Emotions …continued…
By: Lemony Sickness
After making a hasty retreat from the bedroom that he and Heero currently shared, Duo crossed the living room, and entered the kitchen.
'Man, is there anything to eat here?' Duo thought, searching through the nearly vacant refrigerator, 'too bad Quatre isn't here; he is a good cook, but so is Heero.'
Quatre and Trowa, the happy couple, were on a separate mission, and Wufei was on a mission with Sally, his new fiancée. So that left him and Heero to go on a mission together. Not that Duo minded. He found himself growing fond of Heero, even though his personality wasn't the absolute greatest. Startled by the thoughts flowing around in his head, Duo sat down in a chair, and cupped his chin in his hand, and propped his elbow upon the table.
'Why am I constantly thinking about Heero?' Duo questioned himself, and then remembered the dream he had last night. In his dream, Heero and him were close, extremely close. Doing things that only you could imagine without having Heero pulling out his gun and shooting your head off.
"Omae wo korosu," Duo mimicked, and pointed his finger out, posing it as a gun, then winking as he shot his imaginary target.
"Hn"
"Wha'. Where did you come from?" Duo asked eyeing Heero as he walked past him, and opened up a cabinet, "There ain't no food here Hee-chan."
'Hee-chan? Did I just call him that? Crap he is going to be pissed!' Duo thought to himself, and remember, 'That was the pet name I gave him in my dream!'
Feeling himself getting a hard on, Duo tried thinking of cars and motors, but his thoughts somehow traveled to him and Heero in the back seat naked! Duo moaned, extracting a questioning look from Heero.
"Um… Call me if you find something to eat," Duo yelled as he bolted from the kitchen, ran up the stairs, and into the bathroom at the end of the hall.
Shutting the door behind him, Duo plopped down on the toilet after closing the lid. Shifting a little, Duo moaned once again from the friction that his boxers caused against his sensitive flesh.
"Dammit!" Duo cursed, remembering earlier this morning when he was in this same predicament because of his dream, "Dammit!"
He unbuttoned his jeans, and slid the zipper down, and reached into his boxers, and repeated his ministrations from earlier.
TBC…
Sorry, it seems that all the chapters of this fic seem to be short. I wrote this thing years ago. I might combine to make it longer and just cut down the chapters. Thanks for reading! Please review!!!