Anti-Social Bishounen And The Pilots Who Love Them
'The more people I meet, the more I like my Gundam.'
Heero pursed his lips in an almost imperceptible frown. "I'd actually wear this," he told Duo, seriousness etched on his face. "If it weren't for the fact that we're trying to keep our identities as Gundam pilots a secret."
Duo's eyes went wide and only a quick hand on the nearby table kept him from falling on his ass. "You're kidding?" he said faintly. He shook his head. "You like this shirt?" Normally an insult to his person got at least a Death Glare, if not an actual threat of death. Threats to any of his friends – Duo at the top of the list – got a gun in the face of whatever hapless person had dared to even breathe such things near the Perfect Solider.
Duo surreptitiously examined his lover for signs of drug use.
Heero thought for a moment and then nodded decisively. "I don't like most people I meet," he said bluntly. "A great majority of them are insipid, stupid, annoying, lazy, incompetent, or just plain irritating."
Duo's eyebrow rose up into his shaggy chestnut bangs. "Present company excluded, I hope," he stated more than asked.
Heero snorted and rolled his eyes. "Of course, baka," he said, his tender tone turning the invective into an endearment.
"But normally you don't react so well to insults," Duo went on.
"When I asked you why you never got mad when Wufei called you, 'Kisama!' you said it was because you believed that if it was true, it couldn't be all that insulting," Heero reminded his lover. "And like I said, I do like Wing better than most people."
Duo groaned and flopped back on the bed. He should've known his words would come back to bite him on the ass. Duo's eyes opened, a small smile growing into fruition on his lips as he remembered some of the more risqué things he'd said to his lover, and perked up. Now, if Heero bit me in the ass…
Smirking, Duo bounded up from the bed and over to his lover, a plan on his mind to distract Heero from his revenge.