30-Sep-2003
Title: Happy Birthday, Kitty Chou!
Author: Kitty Chou (love_nuriko@hotmail.com)
Archive: GW Addiction
Category: Ficlet, Duo POV
Pairing: 2x1
Disclaimer: *clears throat* I do not in any way, shape, or form own Gundam Wing or its wonderful characters! I just pull them out to play and then clean them up and put them back when I'm done! I'm making no money and if you sue me you will receive no money because *shock* I have none.
Rating: R
Warnings: Vulgarity, possible squick
Spoilers: Nope
Author's Notes: In honor of my birthday, the twenty-ninth of September, I'm giving you all a treat!
Feedback: Please send feedback to love_nuriko@hotmail.com! Because it's my birthday and you love me? XP
It's there... it's always there. Even when I can't see it, it's there. Hovering in my consciousness, poisoning my dreams. It's always there.
Shiny and smooth, the skin stretched so painfully tight I can't help but whimper in sympathy. It contrasts so vividly to my hungry eyes; the angry red skin, begging for my touch and leading up to that pearly white bead perched oh-so temptingly on the crest. I know; I've been watching it... studying it when he thinks I'm not looking.
'Grasp me,' it begs, and needily I whisper, "Yes... "
But... no... I can't. I can't betray his trust in me, his faith. I caaaan't...
Each one is different. The way they rise, they way they shape... the way they burst. Would his go quickly? A swift splash of white against my hand? Or would it end in long, thick ropes? Lengthy and almost unending... leaving me wanting, no, *begging* for more? Or would it finish with a bang? One short shot, lying thick and almost solidly on my skin... ? I wonder...
Just one swift squeeze I could write off as a favor? It is, after all, a friend's sacred duty to provide favors for his best buddy, right? Maybe... I could wait until he goes to sleep and caulk it up to dreams! But... no... he'd be awake before I reached the bed. Damn hair triggers.
'Take me.'
...I can't.
Does he know of my obsession? Is he watching me like I'm watching him, waiting for my move? Maybe, that's it... he can't ask... can't make the first move. Well, I sure as hell can! And I will! ... But not now. Nope, I should let it simmer a bit. Yep. Patience is a virtue. Mm-hmm.
...
...
'Crush me.'
...
Oh, what the hell.
"OW! WHAT IN THE *HELL* DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!" Heero roared, clutching at his now bleeding neck.
Duo looked in interest at the little white glob on his thumb. "Figures you'd be short and sweet," he mused, wiping his hand on his pants.
Heero looked at him, appalled.
"What?"
Heero stared at him some more, still holding his bloody neck.
Duo sighed and rolled his eyes, folding his arms irritably. "Well, dammit Heero, what did you expect? That damn zit has been bugging the hell out of me for days! If you aren't going to take care of your personal hygiene, then I'm going to damn well do it for you!"
And so, they both lived happily ever after... except that Heero's neck hurt like a bitch for the next day or so, but we can overlook that.
~*~The End~*~
*rolls around* Damn, but I love being strange and evil! Caulk it up to cake!
Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday to MEEEE, Happy Birthday to me!
And many mo~ore!!!
(:./kitty/bday)
