A Quiet Afternoon

[by Firefly]




Heero and Wufei had been enjoying a surprisingly peaceful afternoon, doing things that boys do when they have time on their hands; watching TV, playing with guns, attempting to kill each other. (well, maybe not kill. That's a little drastic. But at least seriously maim.) Duo had been sent out for groceries, as all the other pilots claimed that as it was him who ate most of the food, he should have to buy it. Besides, sending Duo out shopping worked out as being quite economical. Trowa and Quatre were in their bedroom... busy.


Suddenly the idyll was broken by a surprised yell. Wufei looked at Heero.


"That sounded like Duo. Oh well, so much for peace and quiet."


The yell was followed by Quatre's voice shouting,


"Maxwell, *knock* why can't you! Duo, what. hey, where are you going?. Duo, come back here, *don't you DARE!*"


The voices had been growing in volume as the three pilots approached the room, two furious boys in hot pursuit of the third: Duo Maxwell, pilot of Gundam Deathscythe, whose appearance struck terror into the heart of OZ soldiers everywhere. Currently, a boy intent on inciting as much mayhem as possible before retribution in the shape of a scantily clad Trowa and Quatre (and what a nice shape that is, to be sure) caught up with him.


Duo burst into the room seconds ahead of the irate pair, and promptly took shelter behind Heero, who just stood there with a long-suffering 'why-me?' look on his face. When it became evident that Quatre and Trowa could at least not *kill* him in front of witnesses, Duo came out from behind his partner and danced around the room, singing,


"Quatre and Trowa, sitting in a tree."


He watched with a wicked look on his face as Quatre began to blush and Trowa... twitched.


Twice.


A reaction! Score!


With amazing speed, Heero reached out to grab Duo's braid as he danced by, quickly muffling the boy with his hand before Duo worked out why he was now sprawled in a heap rather than dancing around the room.


".mphmmphmhmmph."


However, this minor setback did little to keep the pilot quiet.


".mphmmphnnmph."


It merely made him incomprehensible. Clearly Heero would have to take further steps to keep his friend quiet. A gleam appeared in his eyes. If Duo had seen that look on Heero's face, even he would have had the good sense to shut up for a change. Or not. You never know with some people.


As it happens, Duo was having trouble seeing pretty much anything at that moment. This was partly because his hair and Heero's hand were conspiring together to block his sight, and partly because he had other things on his mind. Like the fact that to hold him still enough to gag him, Heero had had to wrap his arms around Duo's body. Not that he minded. That was the problem. But at that moment, Duo wasn't thinking of that. He was concentrating more on the fact that Heero *did* have his arms around him, and wondering how he could get him to keep them there.


With Duo in his arms, Heero sought after a way to keep the braided bishounen quiet. No! Wait, go back a bit. bishounen? Where did *that* come from?


"Hi! Let me introduce myself. I'm Kurt, your friendly libido!"


/ ... /


"Okay, silence I can work with. Now lessee, what's your problem here?"


/ Baka won't shut up. /


"Succinct. Okay, let me see if I've got this right. You have, clasped in your arms, the object of your fantasies-"


/ ...! /


"Okay, uhm, 'lustful thoughts' sound better to you? Didn't think so. Now where was I. fantasies for the past three months, four days, seven hours and eleven minutes. You need to find a way to stop him talking, i.e. make him use his mouth in a different way, and you can't think of one? Jeez, the material they give me to work with these days!"


/ I can't just kiss him, just like that! What if he's disgusted, offended. What if he *laughs*. /


"Aaaahhh, the old pathetic self-doubt excuse. Well, let me set your mind at rest. He's got the hots for you. Blatantly. And don't ask me how I know..."


/ ... /


"Oh well, since you push. there's not enough of us libidos to go around you know, especially the way you humans keep breeding. We're very overworked! As it happens, Duo is another one of my customers. And let me tell you, that's a full time job in itself! So just take my word for it, he's hot for your bod! Listen, I've got to go, so ta-ta for now, and remember; I'll be back!"


As Heero shook his head, trying to focus on what was going on, he thought he could hear a voice saying faintly,


"...with those two I can rely on that at least."


Then he looked down at Duo, who he still held tightly in his arms.


Trowa, Wufei and Quatre look on, amazed, as Heero slowly bent his head to Duo's, then gaped as the Japanese pilot kissed his partner softly on the lips. Then gaped some more as Duo tentatively slid his arms around Heero's neck as he returned the kiss.


When the pair finally came up for air (Duo with a *big* smiley face), Heero looked round at the three fascinated pilots. Trowa and Wufei had identical looks of astonishment on their faces (making them appear rather like stranded fish, but there's no need to be rude), but Quatre looked. interested. (run; run while you've still got time- the innocent thing's all an act-ack!!!)


"Hn."


Translated into people-talk, this means "You, my fellow Gundam pilots, are obviously not going to vacate the immediate vicinity any time soon, so it behoves me to take the initiative here and seek out some privacy for myself and the beautiful bishounen currently occupying my arms."


It was a grunt with a lot to say for itself.


And with that, he stood, grabbed the braid, and stalked off with Duo in tow. Very quickly. One might almost think he had somewhere to be.


The three pilots left in the room looked at each other.


Wufei was the first to break the silence.


"Oh well that's just great. Now all four of you are going to be at it. And I'm the one who has to listen to it. But no-one ever thinks of poor me, whose requests for a soundproof bedroom have been repeatedly denied..."


As Wufei worked himself up into a full fledged rant, in which the word 'injustice' seemed to be cropping up more and more frequently, Trowa and Quatre looked at each other. Then a smile appeared on Trowa's face as Quatre began, very innocently, to sing,


"Heero and Duo, sitting in a tree..."


~Owari~


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