All In Duo's Time
"Duo, there is a time for everything, but not right now."
"Hee-chan, it's always a good time for sex," Duo argued, flopping down into his boyfriend's lap instead of taking one of the convenient chairs at the kitchen table.
Heero didn't even so much as blink as he replied, "I do not see what sex has to do with getting revenge on OZ – other than the time and again proven fact that planning infiltration missions make you horny."
"Like pretty much everything else," Wufei grumbled, entering the room. He headed straight for the refrigerator, reaching into the freezer for some more ice, stuffing it into his insulated water bottle and plodding out of the kitchen listlessly. He'd ended up getting a black eye from their fight the previous week, and the swelling had still not gone down.
No one had put forth the idea that perhaps Dup had most likely messed with Wufei's anesthetic face cream. They were Gundam pilots; therefore, they were smart. None of them wanted to risk the wrath of the braided menace.
Duo heaved a sigh and turned exasperated violet eyes on his lover. "Well, gee, Heero. I could either use the five quarts of lube, half a dozen silk scarves, two pairs of handcuffs, and a gallon of chocolate body paint to get revenge on OZ, and we could just have normal sex – or I could use them on you, if you help me think up anther way to get revenge on the Ozzies."
Heero smirked slightly and tumbled his braided boyfriend back on the tabletop. "Ninmu ryoukai," he murmured against soft lips, before catching them up in a searing kiss.
Mmm… Duo thought. Now this is my idea of a good time.