Title: Books and Hot Chocolate
Author: Karina
Rating: PG
Pairing: Milliardo + Duo
Notes: Challenge 190. Baby Series 4 #26 Takes place a few hours following Historical Bloodlines.
Spoilers: None
Warnings:
Many thanks to ShenLong Deb for her work betaing this set of fics.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or the Characters from the series but the baby is mine.
Title: Books and Hot Chocolate
"What are you reading, Duo?"
He looked very different to the elegant gentleman of four hours ago. The long pale strands of hair were drawn up into a messy ponytail at the nape of his neck, the old, oversized fisherman's jumper hung on his broad shoulders as though he was a beanpole and he wore tatty running shoes beneath patched track pants. Despite the clothing, or perhaps because of it, Duo mused, he looked infinitely kissable.
If he dared he would be over the table and have that svelte body crushed between his own and the wall, and he would be plundering that oh so tempting mouth. If he dared. If he could guarantee no one else would wander into the small kitchen mid grapple. If he could be sure the man himself would not heft him into the air and toss him across the room. He knew just how much Milliardo could bench press after all, and he weighed in at a lot less.
But he had been asked a question and it was what he was reading that was the trouble. The idea was to teach him the many social reforms required to fit his character into something that was acceptable in polite society. It was rather crushing to read what was acceptable and what was frowned upon.
"How to Win Friends and Influence People."
A pale eyebrow arched magnificently up into the shielding bangs. "Excuse me?"
Duo grinned, flipping the book so that the cover faced the King. "Kidding. The Protocol Master thought I needed to brush up on my form, since I'm at a social disadvantage."
"How quaint and how… kind of him."
Long slender fingers on the large hand plucked the book out of his hand and, with a casual flip, sent it sailing to land neatly on the work bench on the far side of the room.
"Were you really interested in that?"
"Ah… no?" He studied the man for a long moment. "Something wrong?"
He pulled out a chair and sat neatly, folding long legs beneath the table and after a moment seemed to simply fold forward, his head coming to rest on arms that had not been there a moment before, but now cradled his head and muffled the moan.
"I hate formal occasions. I hate politics. I hate the giggle gallery. I hate the ass kissing. I hate…. I hate All of it."
Duo blinked, considered the man and stood up, moving toward the cupboards. "Belgian dark chocolate, double cinnamon hit and just a dash of chilli, I think."
From his face down position Milliardo smiled at the table surface. "With instincts like that what the hell makes you think you need to read crap like that to influence people?"
End
Karina Robertson 2012