Disclaimer: I don't own GW or the song. I am poor. This fic is for entertainment only. It has yaoi, lemon, and other stuff. This is also the result of one EVIL Muse and EVIL Mood. I am not responsible for them. If you can't deal, don't read. This is just a teaser as I am getting to the lemon right after I post this. Tell me what you think and if I should change anything.
'Bad touch' by The Bloodhound Gang
Heero, Quatre, Zechs, Alex, and Mueller are sitting in a small room watching the Discovery Channel. They are at a reunion party for the cast of Gundam Wing. Unfortunately, someone embezzled most of the money for the convention and the guys, and their Gundams, are stuck waiting at a small airbase.
They have been here for three days with nothing to watch but the Discovery Channel. The only upside is the lack of visitors. The downside is that their lovers refuse to cooperate for fear someone would see and ruin the series' reputation. Finally, after 72 hours of watching nature shows, the guys are ready to snap. Yet another show about animal mating comes on.
The guys share slightly insane looks. A strange light enters their eyes as the same thought rules all their minds: '72 hours is more than enough time to go without.' They leave the room and head for their bedrooms. They are frighteningly quiet.Voice over: Ha-Ha! Well now we call this the act of mating
But there are several other very important differences
Between human beings and animal's that you should know about
I'd appreciate your input
Treize, Trowa, Duo, and Wufei are working on their Gundams and discussing life in general. They are very bored and lonely, but won't admit it.
The above statement rings through the hanger and the pilots turn to find a shocking sight. Heero is dressed in a tight, black body-suit. Like something a Special Forces person might wear. He has heavy duty black boots on, and a knife is sheathed in one of them, a length of black rope hangs from his belt. He looks ready to take anything on and his gaze is focused on Duo.
Quatre is dressed in black leather. It contrasts beautifully with his bright blue eyes and blond hair. One hand holds a black whip that Quatre is slowly uncoiling, giving Trowa plenty of time to see his future.
Alex and Mueller stare pointedly at Wufei. The men are dressed in skintight black jeans and white shirts. Alex is twirling a pair of handcuffs with one hand. Mueller has a riding crop in one of his. Wufei swallows hard.
Zechs is dressed simply; a pair of tight blue jeans, a red cropped shirt, and a provocative smile. Treize steps backward, he's seen that smile before. The four objects of various affections share a look and run for it.
Sweat baby sweat baby sex is a Texas drought
Me and you do the kind of stuff that only Prince would sing about
So put your hands down my pants and I'll bet you'll feel nuts
Yes I'm Siskel yes I'm Ebert and you're getting two thumbs up
You've had enough of two-hand touch you want it rough you're out of bounds
I want you smothered want you covered like my Waffle House hashbrowns
Come quicker than FedEx never reach an apex like Coca-Cola stock you are inclined
To make me rise an hour early just like Daylight Savings Time
Do it now
You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Do it now
You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Gettin' horny now
Love the kind you clean up with a mop and bucket
Like the lost catacombs of Egypt only God knows where we stuck it
Hieroglyphics? Let me be Pacific I wanna be down in your South Seas
But I got this notion that the motion of your ocean means "Small Craft Advisory"
So if I capsize on your thighs high tide B-5 you sunk my battleship
Please turn me on I'm Mister Coffee with an automatic drip
So show me yours I'll show you mine "Tool Time' you'll Lovett just like Lyle
And then we'll do it doggy style so we can both watch "X-Files"
Do it now
You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Do it now
You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Gettin' horny now
You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Do it now
You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Do it now
You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Do it again now
You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Gettin' horny now
Sweat baby sweat baby sex is a Texas drought
The pursuers look at each other, nod, and take off after their respective partners. This particular drought is about to end.
Heero takes off after Duo at a full run. His lover is a very clever person and if given time could hide well enough to confound Heero for several hours. The Wing pilot has no intention of waiting that long; he has plans for the long-haired loud mouth.
Quatre just walks after Trowa. He knows his lover well enough that his destination is already known. However, since he did run, Quatre decides he will have to re-teach the tall man some manners.
Alex and Mueller jog after Wufei, content to let the Asian man tire himself out. It will make things easier later.
Zechs sort of saunters after Treize. The older man is too predictable for his own good. Zechs knows where he has run to and sees no reason to expend energy running when it could be used later on Treize. In the distance, the sun slowly sets.