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yeah, so i got carried away with the 1x2x5 request. It's too long to be posted in a reply, so here it is. XD
And sinceI'm a review whore I don't want you all to bother looking through the threads, I've decided to post the eventual other drabbles in here too. aren't I nice? ^^
((god, this is so badly written. I sorry. i'll smooth things out later, fluff up some bits; for now i'm just glad i managed to find an end))
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"Why, if it isn't the Rice Queen and his bookends. Better late than never, I guess."
Heero didn't even seem to hear, and Wufei only spared a quick, contemptuous glare for Noin, but Duo grinned back at her and managed to bow and hang his Preventers jacket at the same time.
"Very sorry, your bitchiness. You know how it is, you plan on getting showered and dressed quickly, and then you end up with your loving boyfriends trying to give you a hand... oh wait, you don't. My bad."
Noin rolled her eyes. Duo was so irritating, rubbing her boyfriendlessness in at every chance. Smug bastard. If he didn't hog twice his allowance, maybe the dating pool wouldn't be so shallow. Not that she was interested in either of the uncommunicative, aggressive assholes he called his lovers.
"A whole hand? I knew you took them both regularly, but I didn't know you could do it at the same time," commented Sally from her office.
Wufei snorted, only his reddening ears betraying his embarrassment. "Stop poking at out sex life, woman, we're still not telling you anything."
"Oh, the interest is purely medical, my dear dragon, I assure you," she replied as she leaned against the door, her eyes twinkling merrily.
"The prostates are in fine working order, don't worry, my lovely doctor," Duo teased as he pushed Wufei past her to their desks. "At least they were okay this morning."
Heero followed them both, looking totally unconcerned by the baring of their private life, not even bothering to hide the cautious way he was walking. Wufei scowled and pretended he didn't know either of them.
Duo, of course, took that as an invitation to grope him as soon as the Chinese one stepped inside their cubicle and sat down at his desk, resulting in a funny clonk as Wufei hit his head on the overhanging desk lamp, then a yell as he tugged on Duo's braid in retaliation. Heero trudged in between them, breaking them up without even appearing to notice that they were in his path.
Noin chuckled. "The Human Bulldozer strikes again."
Sally snickered. "I'd be tempted to call him the Human Toothpick if he wasn't about ten times heavier than he looks."
"Just so you know, he heard that. And I'll have you know he's far from being as slim everywhere -- oww!"
Duo was dragged back inside the cubicle by the ear, and the sound of typing started up. Rolling their eyes, Sallu and Noin resumed their own activities.
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A few hours went by in relative quiet and peace, except for the few random insults that the threesome exchanged along with the pens and paperwork they needed.
From what Sally and Noin gathered, to Heero, Duo was "fucktard"; to Wufei, Heero was "bastard". As for Wufei, he was "asshole" for both.
Honey? Darling? Sweety? Not for them, no sirree, unless you felt like getting your balls chopped off.
"Hey, Wu-dear, is your report finished yet?"
... Or in case of the offender being female, unless you felt like a nose-to-nose encounter with the muzzle of a gun.
"... I was calling Wufei," Sally protested weakly, squinting at the threatening object.
"I'm the only one allowed to insult him," Heero grunted back, and holstered his weapon. "Wu-dear, Sally wants your report."
Wufei didn't even bother looking up. "And I want you to curl up and die; as you see we can't all have our wishes."
Heero turned back to Sally. "He's not finished." Then he went back to his computer, ignoring her again.
Sally was left blinking and dazed, and went back to her desk shaking her head ruefully. She would never understand macho-lovetalk.
"What if I insult him?" Duo asked, doodling absently on a form.
Heero didn't look up, still typing away. "He insults you back. Moron."
"What, no spanking? I feel cheated. What if I insult you?"
"I cheat. With him. Without you."
Duo rolled his eyes and threw a pen at him, that Heero batted aside effortlessly. "Wow, Heero made a funny. Call the press!"
Wufei snorted, eyeing the pen that had landed on his desk. "Finish your report or both of you adulterers can sleep on the couch."
Duo and Heero exchanged a long look, wondering if they should behave. Satisfied by the silence, Wufei smirked, and went back to work. He'd had the last word.
"... Then maybe, Soldier-boy should get that cheating underway right now," Duo commented.
Heero nodded thoughtfully. "Not a bad idea. The desk is less narrow than the couch."
Wufei fixed them with a blank stare. "This is a very bad moment to sprout a sense of humor, Yuy."
Wufei decided that it was disturbing to see matching smirks on Duo and Heero's faces.
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Noin decided that it was disturbing to hear fighting and kissing noises from the cubicle that shared a wall with hers, but not nearly enough to make her laugh any less at the string of insults coming from Wufei's lips, nor to make either her or Sally stop leaning toward the wall. She banged on it anyway.
"Hey, the triumvirate! What's going on in here?" she asked as if she didn't know, as if Duo's encouragements and appreciative commentary didn't paint a clear enough picture.
There was silence for a moment, followed by sounds that she interpreted as mad scrambling against a slick surface -- a table probably -- and the rustle of clothes pulled in place vigorously. Then Duo started to laugh.
"Oh, I'm... rearranging my bookends."
There was an offended growl, more thumping sounds, and then silence. Sally and Noin exchanged a long look.
Then a single stream of typing resumed, with that particular vigor that meant a smug Wufei. Slowly, almost reluctantly, Heero's more mechanical clickety-click followed, then Duo's sulky key-banging. The rest of the morning passed almost calmly, especially seeing as there was only a half-hour left. The second the clock chimed, Duo was herding his lovers out, waving quickly at the two women.
There was a lot of name-calling in the broom cupboard that morning.
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"Well, well. Didn't expect to find you here."
Naruto looks up from where he's kneeling, looking through the lowest shelf of the bookcase. Shikamaru is standing there, hands in his pockets, watching him with one eyebrow arched in that half-sarcastic, half-uncaring way of his.
"What, I can't be in the library? You think I can't read or something?"
He pulls a red leather-covered book out, frowns at it, opens it quickly to scan the pages, then puts it back and takes another one.
Shikamaru winces. "Didn't say that. It's just that at this hour, I'd expect you to be trying to con your lunch out of someone."
"Hey! You say that as if I never pay for my own meals, or something." Naruto looks offended, but there's a glimmer of amusement in his blue eyes as he mock-glares at Shikamaru. He has invited himself several times in the last month. "So, what are YOU doing here?"
"What, you think I can't read or something?" Shikamaru replies, leaning against the bookcase and watching Naruto pull out another book, check it, put it back.
"Nah, just thought you were too lazy to be bothered even just lifting one. These things are heavy, after all." Naruto grins up, and nudges Shikamaru's leg as he crawls forward to reach the books at the end of the shelf. "Unless, of course, you're here so you can tell your mom that you did something else than watch the clouds today."
Shikamaru snorts. "You got me. So, have you found your free ramen ticket yet?"
Naruto gapes at him for a second, then laughs, ruffling his short spikes ruefully. "Heh. Not yet. I swear the librarian must have thrown it away when I returned that book." Sighing, he sits back on his heels, shoulders slumping slightly. His stomach rumbles. "I'm never going to find it. Say, Shika...?"
Shikamaru pushes off the bookcase with his hip, hands still in his pockets. "Fine, fine."
Naruto jumps on his feet and bounces after him, grinning. "You're the best! I'll swear to your mom you spent the whole afternoon here."
"As if she'd believe YOU were around long enough to vouch for that."
They walk out of the library, bickering amiably.
A free ramen ticket slips out of the red book.
*********
It is certainly not out of love. No, it's out of something more base, more animal almost -- something primal. Heero rarely feels primal impulses any longer, except from his finely honed fight or flight reflexes and his uncanny ability to pinpoint weaknesses.
So when he actually feels lust, he doesn't really bother denying it.
It's amusing how, all along, Zechs was persuaded that he was the hunter, when he was the one who was getting tracked down. It's amusing how he can be such a fearsome adversary on the battlefield, how he understands and respects Heero's abilities, and yet, out of it, sees only a young boy who, if he isn't quite innocent any longer, should still have the last shreds of it preserved.
Zechs is a romantic. He believes that Heero's soul might be dirtied with blood, but it shouldn't be dirtied with his inappropriate desires -- even less with other, less mentionable sticky fluids.
Heero is a pragmatic. He's fifteen, and like all boys of fifteen, he thinks of sex, and he thinks about it a lot.
That, and he knows perfectly well what he looks like in that flight suit.
He allows Zechs to approach him, lets him believe that he's seducing him, and when the blond's morals torture him, he allows a lock of hair to fall across his eyes, or unzips his suit, just a tiny bit. He doesn't even know how to do sexy, or sensual, or suggestive -- but he knows how to do casual and unaware, and that's enough.
Zechs is a psychological masochist. He's not happy so long as he doesn't have something to feel miserable about. Corrupting an underage boy fits the bill.
Zechs touches him as if he was afraid to break him, and Heero loses patience. He wants sex, and he wants that man who is so different from him, that man he doesn't understand. He grabs the shining, golden locks, and he crushes his mouth against that cultured smile, feels vicious elation at the gasp of surprise. He presses their bodies together. Zechs is taller, wider -- but in hand-to-hand, Heero is stronger, even despite the difference in size and weight. He could break Zechs in two without forcing that hard. He enjoys reminding him.
He enjoys making all pretense of polite restraint break in tiny shards, being kissed back with feral passion by the warrior hiding inside the prince. He enjoys not being underestimated anymore. Besides, he likes it rough. It reminds him that he's, in fact, still quite alive.
Zechs' hands are large, and strong, even despite the white gloves. Heero runs his own callused fingers over him, with no shame, no hesitation. He has seen naked men before. He knows what he's going to feel, what he's going to find.
Zechs insists on kissing him as he comes against Heero's belly, splattering bare skin as much as smooth black cloth. Heero doesn't have a problem with it, so long as he's allowed to bite down on his shoulder as he explodes all over those white gloves.
Zechs is a romantic. He asks if he's all right. Heero grunts, and grabs the ends of his hair to pull his head down, and kisses him again to shut him up. He's fine. He's just fine. He's great, in fact.
Well, his expensive, tailored flight suit is covered in come, and he's not sure how that will wash off if it's allowed to dry.
Heero is a pragmatic. Besides, his hand is still holding Zechs's hair.
Zechs looks astounded, outraged. Heero smirks, just barely.
Now they have a good reason to share a shower. Still holding a fistful of long, soft, positively sinfully beautiful hair like a leash, Heero tugs him along. He's not finished with the man. And if he can believe the way his outrage gives way to dark anger and narrow-eyed watchfulness, he's in for a challenge. That's good. Fair-play fascinates him, but it only has its place in games. Anything goes in love and war, and this...
Well, it is certainly not love. But for that particular saying, desire is more than close enough.
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yes, as you can see, I have trouble with the concept of "drabble". U_U;;;;;;
And since
((god, this is so badly written. I sorry. i'll smooth things out later, fluff up some bits; for now i'm just glad i managed to find an end))
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"Why, if it isn't the Rice Queen and his bookends. Better late than never, I guess."
Heero didn't even seem to hear, and Wufei only spared a quick, contemptuous glare for Noin, but Duo grinned back at her and managed to bow and hang his Preventers jacket at the same time.
"Very sorry, your bitchiness. You know how it is, you plan on getting showered and dressed quickly, and then you end up with your loving boyfriends trying to give you a hand... oh wait, you don't. My bad."
Noin rolled her eyes. Duo was so irritating, rubbing her boyfriendlessness in at every chance. Smug bastard. If he didn't hog twice his allowance, maybe the dating pool wouldn't be so shallow. Not that she was interested in either of the uncommunicative, aggressive assholes he called his lovers.
"A whole hand? I knew you took them both regularly, but I didn't know you could do it at the same time," commented Sally from her office.
Wufei snorted, only his reddening ears betraying his embarrassment. "Stop poking at out sex life, woman, we're still not telling you anything."
"Oh, the interest is purely medical, my dear dragon, I assure you," she replied as she leaned against the door, her eyes twinkling merrily.
"The prostates are in fine working order, don't worry, my lovely doctor," Duo teased as he pushed Wufei past her to their desks. "At least they were okay this morning."
Heero followed them both, looking totally unconcerned by the baring of their private life, not even bothering to hide the cautious way he was walking. Wufei scowled and pretended he didn't know either of them.
Duo, of course, took that as an invitation to grope him as soon as the Chinese one stepped inside their cubicle and sat down at his desk, resulting in a funny clonk as Wufei hit his head on the overhanging desk lamp, then a yell as he tugged on Duo's braid in retaliation. Heero trudged in between them, breaking them up without even appearing to notice that they were in his path.
Noin chuckled. "The Human Bulldozer strikes again."
Sally snickered. "I'd be tempted to call him the Human Toothpick if he wasn't about ten times heavier than he looks."
"Just so you know, he heard that. And I'll have you know he's far from being as slim everywhere -- oww!"
Duo was dragged back inside the cubicle by the ear, and the sound of typing started up. Rolling their eyes, Sallu and Noin resumed their own activities.
+
A few hours went by in relative quiet and peace, except for the few random insults that the threesome exchanged along with the pens and paperwork they needed.
From what Sally and Noin gathered, to Heero, Duo was "fucktard"; to Wufei, Heero was "bastard". As for Wufei, he was "asshole" for both.
Honey? Darling? Sweety? Not for them, no sirree, unless you felt like getting your balls chopped off.
"Hey, Wu-dear, is your report finished yet?"
... Or in case of the offender being female, unless you felt like a nose-to-nose encounter with the muzzle of a gun.
"... I was calling Wufei," Sally protested weakly, squinting at the threatening object.
"I'm the only one allowed to insult him," Heero grunted back, and holstered his weapon. "Wu-dear, Sally wants your report."
Wufei didn't even bother looking up. "And I want you to curl up and die; as you see we can't all have our wishes."
Heero turned back to Sally. "He's not finished." Then he went back to his computer, ignoring her again.
Sally was left blinking and dazed, and went back to her desk shaking her head ruefully. She would never understand macho-lovetalk.
"What if I insult him?" Duo asked, doodling absently on a form.
Heero didn't look up, still typing away. "He insults you back. Moron."
"What, no spanking? I feel cheated. What if I insult you?"
"I cheat. With him. Without you."
Duo rolled his eyes and threw a pen at him, that Heero batted aside effortlessly. "Wow, Heero made a funny. Call the press!"
Wufei snorted, eyeing the pen that had landed on his desk. "Finish your report or both of you adulterers can sleep on the couch."
Duo and Heero exchanged a long look, wondering if they should behave. Satisfied by the silence, Wufei smirked, and went back to work. He'd had the last word.
"... Then maybe, Soldier-boy should get that cheating underway right now," Duo commented.
Heero nodded thoughtfully. "Not a bad idea. The desk is less narrow than the couch."
Wufei fixed them with a blank stare. "This is a very bad moment to sprout a sense of humor, Yuy."
Wufei decided that it was disturbing to see matching smirks on Duo and Heero's faces.
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Noin decided that it was disturbing to hear fighting and kissing noises from the cubicle that shared a wall with hers, but not nearly enough to make her laugh any less at the string of insults coming from Wufei's lips, nor to make either her or Sally stop leaning toward the wall. She banged on it anyway.
"Hey, the triumvirate! What's going on in here?" she asked as if she didn't know, as if Duo's encouragements and appreciative commentary didn't paint a clear enough picture.
There was silence for a moment, followed by sounds that she interpreted as mad scrambling against a slick surface -- a table probably -- and the rustle of clothes pulled in place vigorously. Then Duo started to laugh.
"Oh, I'm... rearranging my bookends."
There was an offended growl, more thumping sounds, and then silence. Sally and Noin exchanged a long look.
Then a single stream of typing resumed, with that particular vigor that meant a smug Wufei. Slowly, almost reluctantly, Heero's more mechanical clickety-click followed, then Duo's sulky key-banging. The rest of the morning passed almost calmly, especially seeing as there was only a half-hour left. The second the clock chimed, Duo was herding his lovers out, waving quickly at the two women.
There was a lot of name-calling in the broom cupboard that morning.
*********
"Well, well. Didn't expect to find you here."
Naruto looks up from where he's kneeling, looking through the lowest shelf of the bookcase. Shikamaru is standing there, hands in his pockets, watching him with one eyebrow arched in that half-sarcastic, half-uncaring way of his.
"What, I can't be in the library? You think I can't read or something?"
He pulls a red leather-covered book out, frowns at it, opens it quickly to scan the pages, then puts it back and takes another one.
Shikamaru winces. "Didn't say that. It's just that at this hour, I'd expect you to be trying to con your lunch out of someone."
"Hey! You say that as if I never pay for my own meals, or something." Naruto looks offended, but there's a glimmer of amusement in his blue eyes as he mock-glares at Shikamaru. He has invited himself several times in the last month. "So, what are YOU doing here?"
"What, you think I can't read or something?" Shikamaru replies, leaning against the bookcase and watching Naruto pull out another book, check it, put it back.
"Nah, just thought you were too lazy to be bothered even just lifting one. These things are heavy, after all." Naruto grins up, and nudges Shikamaru's leg as he crawls forward to reach the books at the end of the shelf. "Unless, of course, you're here so you can tell your mom that you did something else than watch the clouds today."
Shikamaru snorts. "You got me. So, have you found your free ramen ticket yet?"
Naruto gapes at him for a second, then laughs, ruffling his short spikes ruefully. "Heh. Not yet. I swear the librarian must have thrown it away when I returned that book." Sighing, he sits back on his heels, shoulders slumping slightly. His stomach rumbles. "I'm never going to find it. Say, Shika...?"
Shikamaru pushes off the bookcase with his hip, hands still in his pockets. "Fine, fine."
Naruto jumps on his feet and bounces after him, grinning. "You're the best! I'll swear to your mom you spent the whole afternoon here."
"As if she'd believe YOU were around long enough to vouch for that."
They walk out of the library, bickering amiably.
A free ramen ticket slips out of the red book.
*********
It is certainly not out of love. No, it's out of something more base, more animal almost -- something primal. Heero rarely feels primal impulses any longer, except from his finely honed fight or flight reflexes and his uncanny ability to pinpoint weaknesses.
So when he actually feels lust, he doesn't really bother denying it.
It's amusing how, all along, Zechs was persuaded that he was the hunter, when he was the one who was getting tracked down. It's amusing how he can be such a fearsome adversary on the battlefield, how he understands and respects Heero's abilities, and yet, out of it, sees only a young boy who, if he isn't quite innocent any longer, should still have the last shreds of it preserved.
Zechs is a romantic. He believes that Heero's soul might be dirtied with blood, but it shouldn't be dirtied with his inappropriate desires -- even less with other, less mentionable sticky fluids.
Heero is a pragmatic. He's fifteen, and like all boys of fifteen, he thinks of sex, and he thinks about it a lot.
That, and he knows perfectly well what he looks like in that flight suit.
He allows Zechs to approach him, lets him believe that he's seducing him, and when the blond's morals torture him, he allows a lock of hair to fall across his eyes, or unzips his suit, just a tiny bit. He doesn't even know how to do sexy, or sensual, or suggestive -- but he knows how to do casual and unaware, and that's enough.
Zechs is a psychological masochist. He's not happy so long as he doesn't have something to feel miserable about. Corrupting an underage boy fits the bill.
Zechs touches him as if he was afraid to break him, and Heero loses patience. He wants sex, and he wants that man who is so different from him, that man he doesn't understand. He grabs the shining, golden locks, and he crushes his mouth against that cultured smile, feels vicious elation at the gasp of surprise. He presses their bodies together. Zechs is taller, wider -- but in hand-to-hand, Heero is stronger, even despite the difference in size and weight. He could break Zechs in two without forcing that hard. He enjoys reminding him.
He enjoys making all pretense of polite restraint break in tiny shards, being kissed back with feral passion by the warrior hiding inside the prince. He enjoys not being underestimated anymore. Besides, he likes it rough. It reminds him that he's, in fact, still quite alive.
Zechs' hands are large, and strong, even despite the white gloves. Heero runs his own callused fingers over him, with no shame, no hesitation. He has seen naked men before. He knows what he's going to feel, what he's going to find.
Zechs insists on kissing him as he comes against Heero's belly, splattering bare skin as much as smooth black cloth. Heero doesn't have a problem with it, so long as he's allowed to bite down on his shoulder as he explodes all over those white gloves.
Zechs is a romantic. He asks if he's all right. Heero grunts, and grabs the ends of his hair to pull his head down, and kisses him again to shut him up. He's fine. He's just fine. He's great, in fact.
Well, his expensive, tailored flight suit is covered in come, and he's not sure how that will wash off if it's allowed to dry.
Heero is a pragmatic. Besides, his hand is still holding Zechs's hair.
Zechs looks astounded, outraged. Heero smirks, just barely.
Now they have a good reason to share a shower. Still holding a fistful of long, soft, positively sinfully beautiful hair like a leash, Heero tugs him along. He's not finished with the man. And if he can believe the way his outrage gives way to dark anger and narrow-eyed watchfulness, he's in for a challenge. That's good. Fair-play fascinates him, but it only has its place in games. Anything goes in love and war, and this...
Well, it is certainly not love. But for that particular saying, desire is more than close enough.
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yes, as you can see, I have trouble with the concept of "drabble". U_U;;;;;;
YAY
and "drabble"... what is is "drabble" you speak of... such a thing does not exist ^_-;
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XD apparently i'm not in the right mood for cute. ehh. hope it's ok with you ^^;;
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"fucktard" cracks me up so, so, so much. XD
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poor ticket, i hope naruto can get back to it before some one else finds it. X3
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Wufei is magical like that. XDD
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XD! yay for magical wufei!
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... what, you don't? AND YOU STILL MADE ME WRITE IT???
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XD
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OMG ICON LOVE. XD
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*runs away from your icon*
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That was my favorite part, though it was a seriously hard task to pick a favorite part. I loved the way they fought. The way name calling and the sounds of fighting became a euphamism for rampant 1x2x5 smut was gigglingly delightful.
I dunno Nurato at all, but it was interesting. 1x6 gives me the heebie jeebies. It's like watching a pair of alpha male wolves meet and then have sex. It's just so not happening in Muffie's brain, at least without a lengthy buildup.
The writing was tops, as usual!
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1x6 is something i wouldn't touch usually, but i was challenged. and yay for the alpha males analogy!! XDDD!!! *stares at garou guiltily*
*squee-ness!!!*
That, and he knows perfectly well what he looks like in that flight suit.
^_^ Evil, evil Heero. Very nice.
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I dunno, Asuka-sama....looks like you've got the concept down pat to me. X3
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