Date: Sept 22, 2001
Pairings: 1x2
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing.
Email: Anakerie@cinci.rr.com
"That's IT!" Heero slammed his tea mug down so hard on the desk that tiny cracks spider-webbed up the sides.
"Huh?" Duo stared at Heero in confusion, still trying to wring the water out of his hair. Drivets ran down his bare stomach onto the single item of clothing he wore; a pair of black silk boxers.
"I've had it!" Heero said angrily. "I can't take it any longer."
"Okay... what did I do now??" Duo asked. His lover was not very stable even at the best of times; Heero could be mad about anything from eating the last Pop-Tart to the plight of a small, nomadic tribe in Syria.
"THOSE!" Heero pointed at Duo's underpants.
"Beg pardon."
"Those stupid boxers!" Heero jumped to his feet. "Every single time I see you without your pants on, you're wearing those stupid black silk boxers."
"That's not true!" Duo was offended. "I had my pants off last night and I wasn't wearing them."
"Sex doesn't count." was Heero's retort. "You never change them at all."
"I do too!" Duo opened up a drawer and pointed at neatly folded black silk squares. "I change them every day. I have 40 pairs of them." He slammed the drawer shut. "And at least I WEAR underwear."
Heero was glaring. "You wait here. I'll be back in a few hours." He stomped out of the room, and a few minutes later Duo heard the Volvo start up.
"I wonder." Duo said thoughtfully to himself. "When he's going to calm down enough to notice he's still barefoot and in his Pop-eye pajamas."
A few hours later, Heero arrived back home carrying a large shopping back and several fliers offering free psychiatric evaluations. By now Duo had changed into cotton shorts and a tee-shirt, and was having fun posting steak recipes in a vegetarian chatroom.
"Geez. Thought these yutzs were supposed to be pacifists." Duo was muttering. "Can't take a joke..."
"Here." Heero thrust the bag at his lover.
"What's this?" Duo peered into the bag. "You bought me UNDERWEAR?"
"Yes. I want to see you in it. Start trying it on." Heero said sternly. "And Duo, if I ever see those black silk boxers again, I'll..."
"You'll what?" Duo challenged.
"I'll cancel our subscription for digital cable. You'll have to go back to dial-up."
Duo squeaked and grabbed the bag, running into the bathroom.
*strains of Drop Dead Fred's 'I'm Too Sexy' are playing in the background now*
Duo came out of the bathroom in a pair of Fruit of the Looms. "These are okay." He admitted.
"Next." Heero commanded.
Duo reappeared a minute later in shiny green jockeys. "What about these?"
"Next."
Duo stomped out of the bathroom in a pair of edible briefs. "I am SO not wearing these. I still have scars from the last time."
"Next. But save them for later."
"Yuy, you've gone completely insane." Duo commented a few minutes afterward. He was wearing a pair of pinky, lacy panties.
"Sorry, those were supposed to be for me. Next."
Duo wearily walked out into the bedroom wearing a tiny, red thong.
"Perfect!" was Heero's pronouncement.
"No, they are not." Duo pulled at the back. "They ride up."
"They're supposed to."
Duo shook his head. "Trust me, Heero. These shorts are so friendly that if I wear them, I'm not going to need you any more."
"There should be one more pair in there. Try those."
Duo reappeared moments later, smiling. "Heero, these are black silk boxers."
"I know."
"But I thought..."
Heero shook his head. "I just wanted to see how you'd look in something else for a change." He eyed the shorts. "But as they say, don't tamper with perfection."
End
(:./lasha/boxer)
