08-Jul-2000
Okay here's a little silly thing that popped into my head this afternoon. Enjoy!
Category: Humor
Rating: PG
Pairings: Not really any. But 2 & 5 are there.
Feedback: C&C
Notes:
//--denotes thoughts--//
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and its characters belongs to Bandai, Sunrise and Sotsu Agency and are only being used for non profit entertainment purposes.
Duo had been happily reading manga in the living room of the safehouse, when it hit. An itch. Not just any itch. The itch from the seventh circle of Hell firmly niggling in the middle of his back. He tried rubbing his back against the sofa's back for relief but got none. He knew his hands wouldn't reach but he tried anyway.
"AAARRRGGHH!" Times were getting desperate now and Duo was trying to scratch his back against the door frame to the living room. It wasn't helping at all. Somehow the corner of the door frame refused to get to the spot that was driving him slowly insane. Now abandoning the doorway, he began desperately looking for anything that could be long enough to reach the itch.
He grabbed a pencil.
"Dammit, it's too short!" Then he picked up a chopstick, but it didn't have the scratching power he needed. He found himself pulling random hairs out of his head to distract himself from the torture that was driving him insane. He knew he needed help.
The bad thing was, there was virtually no one in the house. Heero and Trowa were on assignment somewhere and Quatre left to pick up supplies. That left ...
Wufei was reading a book on philosophy in his room. The day had been a pleasant one. No interruptions. No disturbances. //Hmm, Immanuel Kant WAS a real pissant,// he smiled to himself.
Suddenly the door to his room burst open, making Wufei jump a foot and drop his book. "Maxwell, what are you ..." he stopped when he saw the boy.
Duo looked a mess. His hair was everywhere. His eyes held a wild, unfocused stare. He was walking towards Wufei in the most menacing manner he had ever seen.
"Wufei, for the love of God, PLEASE SCRATCH MY BACK! PLEASE! I'M GOING CRAZY HERE!" Duo shouted.
Wufei blinked. "Nani?"
Duo now was pulling his shirt over his head, not caring that his braid was tangled in the shirt. He sat with his back in front of Wufei on the bed. "PLEASE WUFEI! I won't bother you the rest of the day! I swear!"
"Okay," Wufei responded. He took his right hand and began to scratch the boy's back which seemed to have pencil marks //Pencil marks?// and assorted other scratches. "Is that okay?"
Duo arched his back trying to get Wufei's fingers to land at the correct spot. "Nah, man. But you're close. Could you scratch a little more to the left. Higher. Too high. Lower. Lower. A little more to the right. AAAAAHHHHH!! That's IT!" Duo exclaimed as he began to slide forward bonelessly towards his lap.
Wufei ever baffled by the display, started slowing his scratching motions. "Is that better?"
Duo turned to Wufei, peeping through the gaps where the buttons of his shirt go, responded "Yes, much better. But do you mind just scratching my whole back. I wanna make sure I won't be running back here again soon."
He stood up, turned around, with his shirt still covering his head, and laid down on his stomach. "Please?"
Wufei shrugged and said, "I guess so." Wufei who had been sitting in a lotus position, uncrossed his legs and leaned over to scratch Duo's back. He thought Duo looked stupid with his shirt around his head but said nothing. He started to scratch down the middle beginning at the neck and working down.
Duo held back a sigh. //This is much better than the doorframe. Not too hard. Not too wimpy. This is bliss,// his thoughts rolled as he found himself closing his eyes and enjoying the contact.
Wufei's nails scratched just under the shoulder blade, when he saw Duo squirm. "Maxwell, are you okay?"
The squirm wasn't one of pain. It was a bizarre hybrid of a tickle and an erogenous shiver. Duo tried to shake off the feeling of impending horniness. "Sorry Wu. I just seem to be a little ticklish in places. Please carry on."
"You're ticklish, here?" Wufei asked his nails raking over the same area.
Duo bucked. "Yes! Now, stop it!"
"Why aren't you laughing then?"
//ACK! I better end this before it gets embarrassing.// Duo said, "It's a different kind of tickle I guess. Arigato for the scratch, Wu-kun. I guess I'll go back to my reading." He was sitting up now, pulling his shirt down and smiling at Wufei.
"You were reading? What manga?" Wufei sniffed.
"Hey! It's reading!" Duo protested.
"Yes, with pretty little pictures," sneered Wufei playfully.
"Well it's gotta be better than the dry, boring crap you like to read," accused Duo, thankful for the banter because it was dampening the desire he was starting to feel under Wufei's fingertips.
"Everyone should read philosophy to understand–"
"That it's deadly dull. Thanks for the lesson, Wu!" Duo laughed as he started to walk out of the room.
"Well, see if I scratch your back next time!" Wufei shouted to Duo's retreating back.
"See if I scratch yours, Aristotle!" Duo flashed his best evil grin back at Wufei before heading back to the living room.
OWARI
I know it could have gone lemon or lime but I just didn't want it to. Comments & criticisms welcomed.
(:./babaca/scratch)
