Untitled Ficlet II: The Sequel

[by Firefly]




Not mine, don't sue, poor. Shounen ai, implied naughtiness (really, you don't see anything at all!), and gratuitous sap.




"Hee-chan, we're bo-ored."


Oh gods, not again. Maybe if I ignore them they'll go away.


"Wufie, I think he's ignoring us."


"I think that's a remarkably astute observation Duo. And don't call me that."


"We should do something about it. It just isn't polite. And you seemed to like it last night."


"Let's tickle him. I just didn't want you to get huffy and stop what you were doing."


A flicker passed across Heero's face.


"Let's do that. When have I ever done that?"


"On the count of three. Last Monday."


"Oh yeah. One."


"Two."


Together "Thr- hey, where'd he go?!"


* * *


Heero had in fact fled in a dignified manner while his fellow pilots were talking (he scarpered). Taking his laptop with him, he hurried to his bedroom, where he locked the door behind him. As he sat down at his desk to resume his 'special time' with his computer (ah, the love between a boy and his PC) He reflected that at least he wouldn't be disturbed he-


"Found you! HEY WU-MAN, HE'S HIDING IN HERE!!!"


K'so.


"But don't worry. We've discussed it and we feel that it's not right for us to disturb you when you're busy working on your computer, right Wufie?"


"Right. After all, it's a matter of honour. You can't let the little green aliens think they've won. So you go ahead and blow them up with your spaceship."


Cover blown! Abort mission! Abort!


"So we'll just stay here and be quiet as mice."


Or I could just finish the game anyway. Since they know already, it can't do any harm. Of course, I'll have to kill them afterwards...


"Hn."


"On this nice, soft, bouncy bed."


"Leave him alone Duo, he doesn't want to play."


Focus on the screen.


"Does that mean he wouldn't be interested if I were to, say, take all my clothes off, Wufie?"


Huh?


"He probably wouldn't even notice, Duo. But I would, so go right ahead."


He wouldn't.


"Oooh, nice boxers, Maxwell!"


Okay, so he would.


" I know. I was getting a little tired of black, and neon green is so me, don't you think?"


"Pass them over and let me have a look at the label."


They wouldn't. Would they? No, they're just trying to get a rise out of you. Stay calm. Look at the screen. Remember, man of steel.


"Wufie!"


Or was that Superman?


"YYH boxers! Kawaii!!"


Hang on a minute.


"Duo, if I asked very nicely, would you take your braid down for me?"


Is that? It is!


"If you ask *very* nicely..."


If I move my chair like *this*, I can see their reflections in the screen!


"I can do nice."


...


Why have they stopped talking? This screen's too damn light!


"Alright, for you Wufie, the braid comes down."


Huh? No fair! He hardly *ever* takes it down for me, and I was here *first*!


"Hey Duo. D'you think we could do that thing we did three nights ago?"


"No, that's much too noisy. We'd disturb Heero."


Heero remembered that night. It was the last time that he'd ignored the Terrible Two while they were in the mood. He hadn't been able to get a wink of sleep all night.


If I joined in now, would it look terribly obvious?


"I'm sure he wouldn't mind."


This is so not fair. On the other hand, with all those hormones flying about, I'm sure they wouldn't notice a few more.


"Oh all right then."


Or he could just... let them know they'd won? But then they'd gloat over him for days.


"Hee-chan, sorry to disturb you, but would you mind passing that bag? No not that one, the one with the chocolate syrup and things in... thanks."


"Hey watch it Duo, that tickles!"


Duo, Wufei, chocolate syrup... spandex suddenly much too tight. Fuck it. Or rather...


The bed springs gloinged as Heero resolved his dilemma.


I can always bribe them not to tell.



~finis~


So, lemme know what you think, ne?

Firefly



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