14-Sep-2000
So, I'm listening to Mozart and writing and my feet are cold and, um, yeah. Here's the first part to my first 1x2! Yippee! It's also the first one I've written in parts. So, yeah. C&C, please?
Title: Perfect Fan
Author: Kimmie (JaenKaeGW@hotmail.com)
Archive: GW Addiction
Category: yaoi, will be lemon, attempted humor
Pairings: 1x2
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, I mean no harm, I have no money... Stuff like that. Yeah.
Rating: will be NC-17
Warnings: none.
Spoilers: none.
Notes: Sort of a response to a fic challenge issued by Nicole.
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*...*=emphasis
"..."=dialogue
/.../=thoughts
\It was a dark and stormy night. Ranma and Ryouga were boinking on the couch.\
Duo looked over his shoulder quickly to make sure no one was watching. As he turned, Heero finished his latest mission report and shut down his computer, turning toward Duo. "Hn. Aren't you done yet?"
Eyes wide, Duo shook his head and turned his personalized Shinigami- stickered laptop away from Heero. "Umm, no. I'm still trying to recall all the details."
Heero stood and walked over to Duo, turning his computer back toward him. "Let me see what you've got... Duo... I really hope this isn't your mission report. Boinking?"
Duo blushed and tried to stammer out an excuse. "It's... umm... a joke! For G. April Fool's Day is coming up, y'know."
Heero was still looking at the screen. "Who are Ranma and Ryouga? Do they... boink... often?"
Duo grinned. "They're from Ranma 1/2! And, they boink whenever I want them to. All I have to do is write it. Although, other people do it too."
"Do they have nothing better to do?"
"Obviously not."
Heero looked up. "What's it called?"
Duo blushed again. "Fan fiction." Then, his smile was back once more. "Ooo... Heero! You should write some!"
Confused, Heero cocked his head to one side. "How does one go about writing... fan fiction?"
Unconsciously rubbing a hand along his computer, Duo began. "To start out, you write about your fantasies. Get used to writing the characters. Once you like your characters, you can start putting them into all sorts of situations. You can have them crash land on the moon and find an endless supply of cheese or have them fight each other... or they can boink!" Heero looked slightly flushed to Duo after the speech. /Or is he blushing?/
Heero scratched his head and asked, with an adorable glare of confusion, "What exactly is boinking?"
Duo snickered. "Sex, Heero. Dirty, dirty, wonderful sex!"
Heero raised an eyebrow. "And, so, Ranma is a guy and Ryouga is a girl and they're having sex on a couch on a dark and stormy night."
Duo coughed and put an arm behind his head. "Well, actually, Ryouga is a guy."
"So, Ranma's a girl? That doesn't sound like a girl's name at all."
"That's because it's not."
Heero eyebrow raised further. "You fantasize about two guys having sex together?"
Duo giggled. "If I fantasized, I'd only have to wait until late at night and then go watch Trowa and Quatre. Every night they do it!"
Heero's eyebrow dropped. "Hn. You're saying I should write one of these fan fiction things?"
Duo nodded. "Sure. Consider it a mission."
Heero frowned, but nodded solemnly. "Mission accepted."
At that point, Quatre called them both to dinner.
That night, Heero couldn't sleep. Duo was happily rolled up in his blanket and was snoring lightly, the moon reflecting glittering beams of illumination across his molded features. Heero, on the other hand, was slightly out of breath, wide awake, and saw no hope of returning to sleep that night. /Hn... Why can't I sleep? Stupid insomnia... waking me up... Hn. What can I do? Wax my Gundam? No. Did that earlier. Make a snack? No. Not hungry. Wake up Duo? No. Too much work. 'Sides, he looks too... No. I wasn't thinking he looks cute in the moonlight. I know! I'll write that fan fiction thing he was talking about./
Opening up his laptop and turning it on, Heero brainstormed for ideas. He tried to think of who to write about, but he didn't watch television and thus didn't know about all the possible pairs, let alone how to create a character of people he'd never seen. /Perhaps I should research first.../ And he did just that. After connecting to the Internet, he searched for a bit and came up with a long list of sites. Seeing a link to a page titled, "What should I write about?", Heero clicked.
Heero skimmed over the document. /Write about what you know? I know war and the other pilots! ...Hey. Write your fantasies, eh, Duo?/
He got to work after planning out a few minor details.
\The room was filled with dancing officials and their dates. A lone man stood at the edge of the crowd, his eyes searching endlessly between the notches of important people. A tap on his shoulder sent him whirling. "Who's there?" He saw the figure and blinked his eyes once, twice, letting his mind adjust to the image. A boy he knew well stood before him wearing an electric blue tuxedo with rhinestone lapels.(1) "Duo? It is really you? You've come back to me?"
The glittering man smiled reassuringly. "Yes, it's me. And I'm back. I'm never leaving you again, Heero. That is... if you'll have me back. Oh, please say you'll have me. I'll do anything!"
Heero's eyes glimmered faintly in the dim lights. "Anything?"
Duo noticed the glimmer and interpreted it as Heero had intended. "Anything... Master."\
Heero glanced over what he'd written so far, checking for typos and noticeably bad grammar. /Hn. Not bad, so far. But, how am I supposed to write a sex scene when I've never had sex? Hmm... ah! More research./
Saving the file, Heero looked back to the Internet, searching through endless pages of fiction. He learned terms like yaoi, yuri, citrus, and, unfortunately, squick. He would never eat peanut butter again.(2)
After nearly reaching orgasm just from reading, he turned back to his own story and finished writing it.
\"Heero..."
"Slave..."
"Master... may I let you take me again?" Duo was still blindfolded and handcuffed to the bed.
Heero looked over at Duo again, then down at his rapidly rising member. "Yes, slave. You may."
Duo turned his head to once side and smiled. "Yay."\
Satisfied, Heero saved the file. When he closed it, he noticed another window that he had open. /Submit your fan fiction? Huh? Okay... let's read this... Open contest... best yaoi... fan fiction... prizes, complete editions of anime... first prize, Fushugi Yugi? Second prize, Escaflowne? Third prize, Dragon Balls? Oh! Ball Z. I was hoping third prize wasn't that one tape Wufei has in his porn collection. Send to yada yada, wait 'til yada yada, win, win, win./
With a tiny smirk, Heero created an identity, one Jasper Lennox, and submitted his fic into the contest. Now he'd only have to wait. /I doubt that I'll win, but if I do, I can give it to Duo and then maybe he'll hug me and I can finally hug him back./
TBC
Notes:
1 - The image comes from the musical "Gypsy". The character Tulsa
talks about starting an act and wearing a blue suit with rhinestone
lapels. Tulsa got a bigger role because he was sleeping with the
writer. He was 17, she was almost 40. Really!
2 - *giggles* Man... I am soooo not touching peanut butter for a while. I mean... I *wrote* 'PB'n'T' (archived at GW Addiction) and I squicked myself so badly that I killed a peanut butter cracker today and would not go into the peanut butter aisle. Although, I bought some Flintstones vitamins.
(:./jennykim/perfect1)
