Once You Stop, the Fic Doesn't...well, Stop stfu

[FIC: Heero/Duo]

2006-10-04T05:18:10Z

title: like an ocean roar, author: merith, pairing: heero/duo, warning: BL, sexual situation, rating: NC-17 / MA
notes: written for corazon_d_fuego to encourage his quest in quitting caffine. this story actually changed direction after it got started, but i can't say i'm displeased. :) partly inspired by david gray's you're the one i love, but it couldn't be fully inspired. the song is beautiful, if sad, and i've already forgotten who gave it to me. anyway, enjoy the story!

Duo had had the worst day on the job so far. Starting with a mandatory appearance at court, leading to a cup of hot coffee dumped on his new uniform shirt, followed up with a simple investigation interview that turned into a gunfire ending in a hostage situation. And reports still needed to be written.

Walking into the house closer to bedtime than dinnertime, his foot-long hero po’ boy feeling like it wanted to make a come back in his stomach, and everything dark, with no Heero in sight, Duo just nodded, dropped his coat where he stood and headed down the hall to the bedroom. He could only hope the morrow held better luck.

The nightstand light was on when he opened the bedroom door. And he found Heero.

Like charged north to negative south, Duo was moving toward the bed, his eyes flicking from Heero’s face down to his feet. Heero was watching Duo from over the top of his reading glasses, his oversized book braced upon bent legs. Duo came to a stop at the edge of the bed, his hand reaching automatically for Heero’s leg.

“A little over dressed, aren’t you?” he asked, the pads of his fingers sliding down smooth skin to slip under the cuff in Heero’s socks.

One side of Heero’s mouth lifted and as if ignoring Duo’s presence, he turned a page. Duo caught the glimmer flashing from the lens and of a sudden, he was grinning.

His failed day was shedding as fast as his stained shirt, kicked off like his shoes, and shoved away and left behind with slacks and briefs and socks. Heero’s half smirk was gaining strength, and by the time Duo was crawling up the mattress to kneel between Heero’s bent knees, Heero was giving up his pretense of reading.

“This,” Duo was saying as he tugged Heero’s book out from his hands, “needs to go, now.” He tossed it over his shoulder and gave Heero a half-apologetic shrug when it bounced off the bed and onto the floor.

Heero let his arms fall to his sides and his glance drift to the floor where his book lay akimbo. “Webster might be indignant but Wright would approve of the design.”

Duo was laughing softly as he kissed Heero’s neck. Heero reached up to take off his glasses, but Duo’s hand and shake of his head stopped him. He left them on, and let his hand drift back to his side. There was no hesitation in parting his legs farther or of shifting his body farther down on his pillow prop. But, he let Duo control the pace, control the action, and became the vessel of Duo’s needs.

“You have been waiting up for me.” Duo said lifting his head from mouthing Heero’s cock. Duo’s hands slid up from the backside of Heero’s thighs, and his arms circled legs. Heero wagged a single brow in response, and settled both hands behind his head.

It was an easy gather and thrust, and Duo’s face was just above Heero’s, Heero’s legs bent double, nearly pressing into his chest, Duo’s arms wrapped about legs with his hands hooked under shoulders. Duo was still kneeling between Heero’s legs, but his body was posed over and in Heero’s.

There was no more talk. No reports waiting, no court appearances, or exchange of bullets. There was only this moment.

With a sigh, a grunt, and a sweaty tasting sloppy wet kiss, Duo came. His thrusting slowed and he levered himself up off Heero's chest. He was breathing hard now, but his eyes were open and watching. Now that one need relieved, another was on the brink. Heero was arched up into him, with his head arced back on the pillow, his chin jutting out and his neck exposed. Duo loved watching Heero’s face scrunch in that near pain expression only to melt moments later, exaltation in every line.

Bad days, good days, didn’t matter. Life happened, and at the end of the day, there was home, bed, and Heero.

fic_to_quit @ 2006-10-03T10:28:00

2006-10-03T15:48:51Z

corazon_d_fuego put out the call the other day for fic to help him quit his addiction to caffine. now, having had this particular monkey on my back, and knowing what it can do to a person, i'm more than willing to help. unfortunately, i know this comes at a time when so many folks are busy - work, school, mid-terms, other writing projects... stuff that just eats our brains, sucks our souls dry, and leaves us limp before we start.

but, i know a good majority of you have it in you to write something. drabbles work! one hundred words... you can do it! i know you can. so, let's say we help out a buddy... find a day that works well for you and take the plunge!

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Help me?

2006-10-01T08:06:58Z

Uh, hey there. *waves*

I know that some of you don't know me well, and I'm not sure anyone is still paying attention to this community, but I have a problem and could use some help. My problem is caffeine. I'm hooked on the stuff. I want to be unhooked. I tried over the summer to quit and did a very good job of it. But then college started again and all the late-nighters and grave-yard shifts at work sent me running back to the bottle (of soda). All the weight I lost over the summer is back, and I know the stuff is just bad in general for your teeth/health/etc when you drink too much. So I'm looking for some help to kick the ~~can~~ habit.

This would work the same way it did for Lish -- you kind and wonderful people sign up to write fic to keep me motivated, and if I cheat I have to fic for you. It's October 1, so let's say you can sign up for any day this month? So, um, anyone feel like helping a fanboy in need?

Fandom info:

Gundam Wing - Any combination of 1,2,3,4, & 5, Zechs/Heero, Zechs/Trowa, Zechs/Wufei, Treize/Zechs, Treize/Heero, Treize/Wufei, Treize/Zechs/Wufei

Fullmetal Alchemist - Ed/Al, Hughes/Roy, Havoc/Roy, (Hughes, Roy, and/or Havoc)/Fuery, Envy/Ed, Envy/Al, Envy/Hughes, Envy/Roy, Envy/Fuery

Loveless - Soubi/Ritsuka

Ouran High School Host Club - Kyouya/Tamaki, Kyouya/Koaru, Hikaru/Koaru, Hikaru/Koaru/Tamaki, Mori/Honey, Mori/Honey/Koaru, Ritsu (Bossa Nova-kun)/Tetsuya

Prompts:

AU Christmas Eve
Chibis and popcicles
Coin toss
College/University
Confession
Getting the last laugh
Gift wrapping
Laundry day
Literature class
Mail-order
Public library
Public park
Sewing
The last cookie
Tupperware
Working overtime

Genres:
Angst, AU, Drama, Fluff, Sap, Smut

No no's:
Things I generally won't read: Death of a major character, Torture

Fic: Obsession, Complete

2006-09-15T17:48:19Z

Obsession

Dentelle_noir

Rating: PG-13 for Shonen-ai

1x2, AU, Duo’s veiwfinder accidentally captures another student, and he can’t seem to get those blue eyes out of his head.

Notes: orjiginally Fic to Quit for Katie. This fic started with an off the cuff idea from Heeroisnottaost and It fitted perfectly well into my WYWO universe.
Finally finished.

Part One
The Label centre for Art was just another building connected to the University. If you looked on a map, it was no further than any other university building was to the campus. It was only one street across from the library and the Student centre, only a stone’s throw, really. But when you saw it, standing alone across a vast empty expanse of parking lot, the closest building with it’s one set of door facing resolutely away from it, and then considered that almost every course usually offered in that building was restricted to Art Majors only (a small bunch of cliquey eccentrics themselves) it was no surprise that very little interaction occurred between the Art Students and the Other students.

The Student centre of the University was foreign ground for the art students (since they had their own little lounge and food vendor in their building) so when Duo Maxwell, photographer, set himself and his camcorder into a seat beside a few other adventurous Art students that promised not to leave him to the wolves alone, he was eager to find something odd and film worthy.

After dismissing the usual scenes of pen-chewing, making out, messy eating, and people studding as beneath the viewfinder of a student like Duo Maxwell, he slunk himself down into the bench-style seat with a disappointed sigh. He had been hoping to find something for his end of year project. Unfortunately, being that he was a fairly well known student in the photography department meant that he had to get something absolutely golden, or everyone would be disappointed. Added pressure didn’t help his muse, though, and he found himself desperate for ideas, desperate enough to infiltrate the ‘normal’ student’s territory anyway.

“Come on Duo, don’t be so difficult. Get that couple over there, call it “love” or something” Hilde, his fellow art student, room mate, and all around best friend, tried. He could tell she was just sick of hearing him gripe about it.

Duo put the camcorder down in the edge of the table and slunck out of his jacket, stuffing it into the spot left in the seat between him and the corner in little L shaped wall .“Way to Cliché, Hilde. Straus will fail my ass for something like that if I hand it in. She’s already made it clear that she expects not just a cut above from me, but a whole damn slash...or something” Duo said.

“At least you have a hope of an A” one of his other art honor guard friend’s griped, “ I could hand in the Sistine Chapel, and she’d still tell me it was ‘elementary and uninspired’ with her disdainful sneer.”

Conversation continued on about teachers and the like for almost 3 hours, his group dwindling from 5 to only him and Hilde before he gave up. He hadn’t even spotted anything that even sparked enough of his interest to even lift the camcorder.

But when he and Hilde got up to leave, Hilde suggesting they try the parks for something, Duo just about panicked to find the end of the table completely clear. Someone awfully talented had to have come by and snagged it while they were distracted...somehow over the 6 foot wall... And past Duo’s elbow... and then lifted up and over...without anyone the wiser...

Of course, Duo found it moments later, cushioned in his discarded jacket. He picked it up, thankful he had accidentally pushed it into his coat, and not onto the hard tiled floor where it would be a million pieces. Quirking a smile, Duo looked the eyepiece and positioned to get a quick shot of where it almost ended up, to warn the camcorder not to do that sort of thing again, of course. But he was startled to find the little red ‘recording’ light still on.

“Damn it. Now the tape’s almost out. I need to go home and erase 3 hours of the inside of my coat.” Duo grumbled as Hilde laughed her head off.

Later, a bag of chips in one hand, the cordless phone pinned to his shoulder as he chatted, and one hand sliding the mouse across the table, Duo decided to get to work deleting it.

He didn’t know what stopped him from hitting Delete, but he hit Play instead, and his phone conversation turned one sided. “What the hell?”

Instead of a black indiscernible jacket-lining, Duo found himself with an slightly tilted worm’s eye view of the three or four scattered tables in front of the table.

It was so...different. “Howard, I’m going to call ya back, K. I just got an idea for that bitch of a project. Yeah, tell all the kids I said Hi. Bye.”

After a few minutes of the under side of three empty tables, there were shoes, legs, a backpack, and someone had claimed the seat. His subject for the film, since Duo was sure the guy was planning to stay for a while, pulled out a laptop and some programming texts from his geek-standard black laptop sized-messenger bag. Duo was about to write him off, when he noticed something dangle out from beneath the cuff of his plain white Oxford shirt as he reached into the bag. A bracelet of some sort. A wooden and leather one.

Duo zoomed in as best as he could, but all he could make out was that the leather strap looped around behind the wooden face instead of through it like most manufactured things. This one screamed handmade. It also looked worn, like it was lovingly broken in by the wearer with time and life until whatever was written or carved into it was illegible to Duo’s zoom function. And that was all he had. The boy’s legs, bag, and shoes, his face was obscured by the unusual angle and the table top for all but a few minuscule frames when he had finished his work, and bent down to return his laptop to the bag in the floor where Duo got a look at his hair and hint of blue, slightly slanted eyes.

When Hilde came back from her afternoon classes, it was too an unnerving silence. Hilde saw Duo, crouched up close to the computer screen, print outs, notebooks, and a magnifying glass scattered around him.

“Duo?” she ventured, making no quick movements as she closed the door behind her and approached the Wild Duo in its un-natural habitat, stalking its prey.

“He is in 4th year programming. Right handed. Japanese features with Blue eyes. Shoe size 8. He picked the carrots out of his salad. And I swear that it’s sawdust on that shoe. What’s a computer geek doing trekking through sawdust anyway? He has an Arizona keychain. And uses big muffling-sort of headphones to drown out people around him while he works. He’s stressed too, he uncrossed and re-crossed his legs a total of 65 times in 3 hours.” Duo rattled off as he stared at the screen more.

“Does this look like a scar here. Hilde, come here! Look, right there, between his thumb and forefinger. Hilde!” Duo took his eyes off the screen to give his roommate a ‘what are you waiting for?’ look. Hilde’s jaw dropped.

“What on earth are you talking about?” Hilde finally sputtered, taking in the sheer madness of it all.

Duo shifted his eyes away from her, taking stalk of his last 6 hours of work. “Um, I looked that the tape, from the Student Centre. This guy, he had, this bracelet thing on, and So I started trying to get a better look and now...”

Hilde groaned, “Oh no! You’re obsessed! Again! Last time you got all excited about a project you locked yourself in the storage room for three days to ‘commune with the photographs’ as they developed!”

Duo’s eyebrow twitched upwards, “Project, eh? That’s a god idea. I need to get the still off him, a screenshot of the discarded carrots, and then the sawdust, and that one still with his eyes... yeah, I could do it like a series, each shot a different aspect of him! Straus will love it, put it up in the gallery here, and then someone’s BOUND to recognize him! That’s a Brilliant plan Hilde!” Duo exclaimed, shooting up to grap her in a crushing hug.

“No problem” She said, knowing there was no use swaying Duo once his mind was set on something (and it actually sounded like a half decent idea for a project). Art students. Crazier than a moose.

PART TWO

The whole day began on the wrong note. Heero’s brother, Trowa, had called him, which was usually a good thing, except that he had forgotten there was a time difference, and his call came through at seven in the morningam. The early wake up call did have its advantages, though, since Heero was awake enough to deal with anoying first years while he proctored another exam.. Being a Head Teacher’s Assistant, otherwise known as a TA to all of the undergraduate students, sucked during midterms and exam times. The rest of the time, though, it wasn’t too bad. Heero’s glare and monosyllabic ways discouraged most students from asking him too many questions, except those that had paid attention and knew that Heero was smarter when it came to computer programming than the professor he was ‘assisting’, and came to him instead; those were intelligent questions that he didn’t mind answering. Those were the people who were able to understand his answers. He hated having to explain what a backslash was.

But, as his morning continued to unfold, it progressively got worse. And, for the life of him, he couldn’t understand why.

Down in the student centre he began to toast his regular bagel, but these two freaky looking students kept staring at him. Not just looking, but openly gawking and trying to get a look at the bottoms of his shoes. It was just plain weird. So, while he was trying to shake off the crazies, he burnt his breakfast.

He then needed to attend one last English class of the year, which he spent listening to his professor drone on about the daily importance of literature, as if a computer student needed it, which was enough to put a black mark on any day.

But, when he went to hand out the soon-to-be-finished exams, five of his students were outright staring at him just like the crazies in the caf. The little cluster of them all whispered amongst themselves, then stared at him, and whispered some more. He knew he didn’t have anything in his teeth, a kick me sign on his back, or toilet paper on his shoes (which he guiltily checked) and he was now at the point of anger. Which was never a good point for Heero Yuy to be at.

But, he was a professional, and professionals didn’t blow up at chatty students for looking at him more than once, or twice, or constantly...

He decided to simply ignore them and they would eventually stop. And really, after this exam, he need not see these particular students ever again. This was the last class of ‘Introduction to Computers’, and then he had 5 exams himself, and then he was DONE for the term and could go home to Arizona and help out his brother in his shop for a while. Trowa was absolutely overburdened with projects that he wasn’t able to begin before his promised finish date, so Heero obliged to help. He may not have been even remotely as talented as Trowa was with wood, but he could cut down a 2x4 with the best of them.

The happy thoughts beyond the exam room buoyed his patience and lessened his homicidal impulse enough that he could walk towards the students.

He grit his teeth as he got to the front of the giggly knot of students and gave them a stern look as he plopped the exam paper down. Instead of shrinking away in fear they stared expectantly at his wrist, hidden by his long sleeve shirt. Refusing to let this faze him, he handed out more tests to the rest of the row, and then reluctantly moved to the row behind to hand the exam to the rest of the gaggle. He put the paper down, then the other, and he had to reach for the third.

The whole group erupted into fangirlish squeals as his bracelet was revealed. He immediately jumped back as if stung.

What the HELL was wrong with these people?!

The professor moved up the rows to see if there was a problem, but Heero finally lost it, “What the HELL is WRONG with you people?!” He demanded.

Not one of them had the decency to look sheepish.

One of the guys, (although with the artsy style and androgynous look it was hard to tell) looked Heero right in the eye, “If you are going to pose for an art exhibit by our prodigy then you better be ready to accept the praise.” He said snidely.

Heero lifted a brow. “Explain,” he demanded in a voice as sharp and cold as ice. That tone sent the previously giggle girls into cowed silence.

“At the Label gallery. Duo’s final work—the pieces of someone, he never named who...But it’s you!” One girl said helpfully, “The eyes made us think it could be you, and you have the same bag too, but the bracelet was a dead giveaway. You’re the mystery man.”

Heero finished handing out the exams with passion, anger burning with every second he stewed over it. How dare someone just take pictures of him and have them posted all over the crazy art building! Heero had never been in there himself, but he had some ideas, and he didn’t like them. Whoever took those damn pictures was going to pay.

~*~

Heero didn’t need to double check, the pictures were definitely him. He stood, red with anger, in the middle of the foyee of the Art building, surrounding by blown up pieces of his image hanging with different mountings and backdrops, but him all the same. And each placard bore the same name: Duo Maxwell.

He had been harassed no less than 6 times by people all giggling up to him and asking for his name, one even took a picture with her phone of him glaring angrily at her, with the still of his partial face right behind him. She’d been giddy. He’d been pissed.

“Where can I find Duo Maxwell?!” He ground out between clenched teeth, and still giggling stupidly, they had all shrugged.

“I can help you, if you need to find him,” a gentle voice said from his crowd of admirers. She was a blonde, short, and pretty enough, but she had a quiet way about her that made everyone else shut up to hear her. Her name was Relena, he gathered from a few random comments made by the others.

She began to walk deeper into the centre, Heero following close behind her and growled until none of the others followed. He didn’t need witnesses when it came time to cave in the head of that asshole-photographer.

“Duo’s really obsessed with you, you know. He tried to find you from what he saw; he couldn’t, so he figured the only way would be to submit what he had into his end of year project, knowing people would see it, and hoping someone would know who you were. I guess it worked better than expected, because you came yourself.” Relena turned a bright smile on him as she turned yet another sharp turn and glided through a room housing a copy machine and light-box and took another sharp turn through one of three doors.

“Well good. He can be all proud of himself up until the minute that I ring his neck.” He cut back. Unfortunately, what was supposed to be a serious promise ended up coming out like a mumbled sulk. That girl had a smile so open and sincere that he just couldn’t keep the righteous fury he had spent the last 3 hours working up. Damn it.

Relena then turned into a large garage-like room that seemed to be for sculpting, if the half-finished clay and wire-frame pieces were anything to go by. After two steps, she turned into what looked like a closet, just to come out in another sort of lobby-like area with a few scattered chairs and literally thousands of pictures pinned, taped and pasted to every inch of the wall. The word “Photography” was spray-painted over parts of the wall-paper-collage and a single red light bulb protruded over a similarly covered door. He hoped Relena wouldn’t leave him, because he had a feeling that without her guiding him he’d never make it out of the maze-like building before he died of dehydration.

Relena gestured him to one of the chairs, and pointed to the lit bulb “When the light is on, no one opens the door to the developing room. The light ruins the pictures. Duo’s in there. He’s got the three-foot braid, you can’t miss him. Try to remember how much you liked the pictures before you strangle him, ‘kay?” She said merrily and, before Heero could absorb the goodbye, she was gone, leaving him stranded in the bowels of the Art Building of Doom!

He had enough time to get grumpy, but not furious, before the light abruptly blinked off. The door opened loudly, and two voices, talking and laughing, bounced out into the hallway. A boy walked out and stopped dead in his tracks at seeing Heero sitting there patiently waiting.

He was defiantly not what Heero had been expecting. Heero figured he’d be some obviously artsy beatnik type, with weirdly painted hair and black tipped nails, spouting sonnets and artsy new-age things. But, the boy he saw was so normal looking in simple dark wash jeans and a black T-shirt that if Heero hadn’t been told to watch for the braid then he wouldn’t have believed in a million years that the guy standing in front of him was the one who defiled his personal privacy by plastering pictures of him and his rejected carrots all over the art building.

“Are you Duo Maxwell?” Heero asked abruptly, his tone cold and edged with anger.

Duo gaped, staring at the man that had haunted his fantasies for nights.

This was him, he could see him fully from the top of his shaggily cut hair, the tips of his short-cropped nail, and all the way down to include the same shoes Duo had hours of tape of. He stared at those gorgeous eyes, that stared back. Then those eyes began to harden, and as he kept standing there, just basking in the mere presence of his guilty little obsession those eyes turned to glare and his perfectly deadpan face deepened into a scowl.

Suddenly Duo went from drooling stupidly on his shoe to fearing for his life. This guy was pissed and getting angrier each second Duo spent analyzing each tensing of his fist...as if readying to punch....Uh oh....

Without knowing what else to do, Duo had to rely on his smile.

Duo lifted a hand to brush his hair away from his face in a nervous gesture before he replied to Heero’s question, “Uh, yep. That’s me. I may run and hide but I never lie, that’s me in a nutshell, Duo Maxwell at your service.” He said with a trickster grin, turning on every ounce of charisma he had to save his ass before he got any more on his obsession’s bad side.

Those eyes and that face just made Heero wanted to smile in return, but he quashed the urge immediately. He wasn’t going to have any of that. So what, the guy was charming; so was Satan.

“You plastered pictures of me all over the foyee. My students giggled straight through their exams. I was stalked during breakfast, mauled in the foyee, then lead around this maze of a hell hole just so I could bide my time until you finished in there, so now I can kick your ass!” Heero declared.

Duo tensed, with each accusation, but made no move to back down. “Well, I’m sorry about you being stalked, I mean, people will get over it in a day or two, probably. Plus it’s the pretty much last day of school! Who’ll care afterwards, right?”

Heero didn’t say anything, right away. What that Relena girl said was ringing a bit true, the pictures in the foyer captured a certain mystery to his character that was palatable, almost magical, and most defiantly art in its truest form. Heero had a deep respect for art in all it’s forms, but, he had never been the unknowing source of it before. Heero wasn’t sure if he should walk away to look at the photos again, or just punch the guy now, and as the silence dragged on he debated.

“So...” Duo, of course, couldn’t stand silence, “Why don’t you tell me the name of my most popular subject?”

“Heero. Heero Yuy.” He supplied grumpily, not having time to fully deliberate, but was sympathetic towards not turning Duo’s smiling face black and blue. It seemed wrong somehow to want to break him....he did only snap a few pictures...

The door to the photography room opened again, and out walked a petit girl with boyish purple-black hair. She stopped dead as well, looking from Duo to Heero with wide eyes, then smiled softly. “I’ll see ya at home, okay.” She said simply and walked off.

That seemed to break the spell of silence, and Duo regained his charm again. “Well, buddy. You got me an A+ from the biggest hard-ass teacher around here, how about I buy you something to eat and a few drinks. Sky’s the limit. Up to fifteen dollars and sixty...five cents.”

Heero couldn’t help but crack a slight smile and the roguish way the boy grinned and the way he tilted his head to the left. “Alright,” left his lips before he could stop it, but once it did he didn’t feel particularly bad about it. Duo seemed to light up at the prospect.

Duo made it out of the maze with relative ease, stopping for a few moments in some room with a few lockers to grab a bookbag, jabbering about all sorts of rubbish the whole way. He then led Heero across the street behind the art building to a pub Heero had never ventured into before, which was funny, considering he lived on campus for so long and ate virtually everywhere.

It was a busy place, but not bustling, its patrons smoking cigarettes, drinking, eating, and generally having fun without being boisterous and drunken like most bars around campus. It looked like an art-crowd hang out, the tables muraled in different styles and shellacked until they could be cleaned, the floors made of thin hardwood planks painted black all over and well worn in some places until they showed through to the pure wood underneath. The place felt like history to Heero. He loved it immediately.

Duo ordered some broccoli and cheese poppers and Heero, never having heard of anything like that before, ordered it too, to Duo’s delight.

“Heero, tell me some stuff about you. I mean, I photographed you, and a picture’s worth a thousand words, but you, my friend, seem much more complicated then those few words could explain.” Duo asked after their beers had arrived.

Heero shrugged off the compliment and looked at Duo, “When did you photograph me, anyway. I think I would’ve noticed someone following me around snapping pictures.”

The braided man’s face lit up like it was Christmas, “Completely by fate. You do believe in fate, right? Anyway, I had a camcorder in the student centre and it fell onto the seat, and it just filmed you for three hours studying. I didn’t even know it was on, it was just an empty table at first, then you just happened to sit down and, BANG, instant magic! It was exactly the sort of thing I wanted for my end of year project.” Duo explained brightly, his eyes lighting up and smiling brightly.

Heero couldn’t even find anger when he looked at that smile. Duo was charming him like a snake and Heero was almost happy to dance to the tune.

So Heero began to tell him, he told him about taking Computer Programming, about living in residence, about his thoughts on the world and about how much he loved antiques, although not as much as his brother did. Which led Duo to asking about his family, and about his bracelet. Duo was itching to see it close and read the inscription.

Heero hesitated, but after everything he told Duo, he figured it was the least he could do. He outstretched his arm and turned it pulse up.

Duo fingered the wooden rectangle gently, it was well worn and scuffed, like he had figured, but close up he could make out the carving much better. It said “Heero Bloom.” That was all. But before Duo could get disappointed that the bracelet he had been so keen on was such a simple thing, he remembered something odd.

“I thought you said your last name was Yuy?”

Heero colored, but nodded, knowing Duo was smart enough to catch it but still hoping he didn’t. “Yuy is my real name. My father, well he’s dead now, but he was in jail, My mother wasn’t a very good mother, and when I was six I was taken away.”

Duo nodded solemnly, not overly shocked or pitying; like he could relate. “I kept the last name Yuy, but I was bumped around into a few foster homes before I landed at the doorstep of the Blooms. They had never had foster kids before, and they took me in to their family. We all got attached; they were very nice to me. Trowa loved woodworking and he made this bracelet and put Heero Bloom on it so that if I left I’d always remember that I was part of the family.”

Duo was tearing up my then, the story hitting close to home and getting him all chocked up. Heero didn’t have the heart to leave him upset, so with a smile, Heero finished the story “But I never did have to leave. I guess they all talked about it, and they adopted me. I’ve never looked back since. I may still be Heero Yuy, but I’m Heero Bloom in my heart, you know. I wear the bracelet to remind me how lucky I am to have a family, because I almost didn’t.”

Duo ordered a shot of Jack after that, downing it, and another, in close succession. “I grew up in the Maxwell Church orphanage. Father Maxwell and Sister Helen have always been great to me. Howard, that’s a guy who used to help us out a lot at the church, brought Christmas gifts and stuff, always kept the place working no matter how old something was, gave me a room and a job at his auto shop when I was too old to stay anymore. I still live with him when I go home for the summers, and I work at the shop, and help out at the church. It’s a good life, you know.”

Heero lifted his glass in a salute, and downed another shot of Jack Daniels with Duo.

“So...what about that girl I saw you with today. How long have you two been together?” Heero finally asked. It had been bothering him for a while now, not that he was interested in Duo or anything. He wasn’t really into guys, or girls for that matter. Trowa, he knew, buttered his toast on the other side, but Heero preferred no butter at all. But, being with Duo; watching him smile and laugh and fidget with his straw, made Heero’s insides warm. Heero began to think maybe he buttered his toast on the Duo side, to hell with the rest.

“Hilde? She’s my roommate and keeper, we always say. I’d loose my head if it wasn’t for Hilde. She’s been my friend since we were kids! She’s really great. Bad taste in guys if you ask me, though; I’ve had to scare away like six because they couldn’t take the hint!”

“So you aren’t, together? What about that girl with the braids, Relena?” Heero asked, a little too-intently.

Duo had to give the poor guy a break after that one, “I would just give up, if it’s Relena you’re after. She has her sights set on this chick in sculpting named Dorothy. Seems like all the art nerds are bi!” Duo chuckled, but the off-handed quality slowly died as he got a look at the serious expression of his companion.

“Are you? Bi, I mean. Do you like guys?” Heero asked bluntly, but with a tinge of some emotion Duo couldn’t decipher; it was concealed so well behind the perfectly constructed face of Heero.

Without hesitation, and without an ounce of shame Duo stared Heero right in the eye, “Nope. I’m gay. Bi is too wishy-washy for a guy like me. What’s it to you?”

Heero stared right back, then let his mask break with a little tug of his lips, “If you’re not bothered by the idea, then would you want to go out on a date with me?”

Duo paused for a minute to collect his scattered brains and pick his jaw up off the floor. A date with his hot obsession was something for dreams, not reality. Duo arched a brow, and tipped his beer to Heero, “This seems like a date to me. But if it’s a second you want, you’d better impress me with a goodnight kiss.”

With a devilish smirk, Heero moved his chair towards and happily obliged, earning himself a second, third, and fourth date with his new favorite photographer.

Was Supposed to be Day One

2006-08-19T03:45:02Z

Title: Letters and Pillow Talk

Author: Cobalt 27

Fandom: Harry Potter (my first attempt at Snupin)

Pairing: Snape/Lupin

Rating: NC-17

Prompts: “You know you want this”/Peeping Tom/Not using the word “seed”

Disclaimer: I do not own or have any rights or claims to Harry Potter characters, names, titles or anything like that. It all belongs to the magnificent JK Rowling.

Notes: NOT EDITED. This hasn’t been though a beta. I didn’t have time. (I’m so so so sorry it’s late, Katie!! Still love me??) I normally don’t write HP, and my writing quality isn’t that great right now. Long story but I almost considered just screwing this and not doing it, but I love my bestest best friend and this is for her.

Word Count: 3,383

I know this is uber late, but I'm sooo sorry. I really didn't give myself enough time. But it's done now, so here it is.

Guys, there's still a lot of spaces to fill up if you want to help Katie. I know a lot of people are thinking "nail biting, how bad could that be?" But if I could only show you a picture. It's really almost self-mutilation. She takes the nail clippers and cuts her nail off her nailbed. This has caused nerve damage to the point where she wakes up in the middle of the night with severe pain shooting from her fingers down her arms. There's alot of time still, so pick a day to help her.

Letters and Pillow Talk

“Severus!” Lupin called after the cloaked man approaching the door.

Snorting harshly through his large nostrils, Severus Snape slowly turned on his heels coming face to face with a very flushed looking Remus Lupin. “And just what more do you possibly have to say?”

“Here.” Remus handed Severus a rolled up parchment with a curt nod. “You left this behind.”

“That is not mine.” Snape eyed it carefully. He knew for a fact he had collected all of his documents and important papers. He didn’t leave a single one behind, so what was Remus getting at?

“No, I believe,” Remus casually motioned using only his eyes to the gaggle of teenagers hovering at the top of the stairs, “that you’ll find this does in fact belong to you.”

Severus didn’t move from his spot, and when he didn’t take the parchment from Lupin’s extended hand, Remus pressed the parchment flat against Severus’s chest. “Take it. It’s yours.”

Snape snorted as he grabbed the paper and backed away from Lupin. He turned away from him and opened the door to leave, his long black cloak billowing behind him as a gust of wind swelled in the foyer. The door closed behind him and the Headquarters disappeared between number eleven and number thirteen. Knowing that whatever Lupin gave him would not be safe at home, he unfolded it and read it.

I understand your position, and I’m well aware of mine. I’m not stupid and I know that nothing could ever come of us, but I’m ready to hang the rules. At this point I couldn’t care less about our past. It’s about time we made amends, don’t you think? After all we are on the same side, if you know what I mean.

Snape set fire to the piece of parchment, unsure to the meaning of Lupin’s implications. No one knew his motives, besides Dumbledore, so what game was Lupin playing. What was he implying with the line “nothing could ever come of us”?

Snape withdrew a small piece of parchment and a quill. He quickly scribbled a reply to Lupin’s letter and turned back to number twelve, which had reappeared pushing number eleven and number thirteen aside. He knocked on the door, and Lupin (who probably hadn’t strayed far) answered the door. Snape handed him his note.

“This is yours,” Snape informed him coldly.

“Thank you.” Lupin cracked a smile and took the parchment. Snape disappeared once again and Lupin stayed in the foyer, unfolding his letter.

I don’t know what you’re insinuating, but whatever it is the answer is no. Unlike you and your incorrigible friends, I have my priorities in order.

Remus sighed, destroying the letter, and retreated to his room for the night. He had some thinking to do.

The next meeting at the Headquarters was just as important and uneventful as the first, and Snape showed up late. Remus was starting to think he wasn’t going to show up at all.

“Severus, dinner?” Molly Weasley asked as she stirred a large caldron over the fire.

“No thank you, Molly.” As usual Severus declined her invitation.

Shortly after Snape was settled, the meeting continued as boring and important as ever. Once finished, Lupin met up with Severus near the door once again.

“Severus, you forgot this,” Remus smirked as he handed Snape another letter.

Snape opened the letter and read it right in front of Remus, instead of waiting until he left.

What a role model, always having your priorities in order. Meet me upstairs after the meeting and I’ll help you scramble them a little.

Taking out his quill, Severus scribbled a small reply at the bottom of the parchment. He handed it to Remus who read it quickly and laughed.

Bite me.

Reaching for Severus’s quill, he scratched something underneath it and handed it back to Snape.

Gladly, but are you sure you want more greasy hair?

Snape scowled and glared at Lupin who smirked and stood defiantly with his arms folded over his chest. He cocked his brow as he Snape reached for his quill. Snape handed the parchment back to Lupin, whose smile faded.

Fuck you.

“When and where, Severus?”

“What?!” Snape spat it out as he turned from the door back on Remus.

“Where and when?” Remus repeated himself slowly taking a few steps toward Severus and pinning him against the front door.

“You’re joking!” Severus Snape, for the first time in his life, was completely consumed in fear. He could lie to the Dark Lord and Albus Dumbledore, but looking into Remus Lupin’s hungry lust filled eyes was enough to scare him shitless.

“Like hell I am. I’ve never been more serious in my life.” Lupin pushed himself flat against Snape’s chest.

Snape gulped as he could feel every contour of Remus’s delicious…wait, delicious? Snape shook his head to free himself of any Remus filled thought. Lupin was a lot of things, but Snape was sure delicious wasn’t one of them.

“You know,” Remus started as he grabbed one of Snape’s stunned hands and placed it on his chest, “you want this.”

It was just that cocky arrogance that Severus despised, that mannerism that reminded him so much of James Potter and Sirius Black and every memory he had of the three of them when all he wanted, during every torment, was for someone to just say stop. All he wanted was for Remus to just reach out and give him a hand. All he wanted was Remus to…all he wanted was Remus…all he ever wanted…

“BOYS THAT IS ENOUGH! YOU DO NOT NEED TO USE MAGIC FOR EVERY LITTLE THING!” Molly’s shrill shouting from the kitchen snapped Snape out of his cloudy daze and he looked at Remus who smiled at him.

“You know I don’t want anything of yours,” Severus sneered as he pushed Remus out of the way so he could open the door. “Good night.”

“Fine.” Remus backed away. “Whatever you want, fine.” Remus was hoping that Severus would follow him so he turned away from Severus and the door. Lupin began ascending the staircase. “I’ll be in my room.”

“Congratulations. You are insufferable,” Severus called from the door as he watched Lupin slink up the staircase. He huffed and walked out the door, aparating home before number twelve even had time to disappear.

The next meeting wasn’t for weeks. The children had all gone back to school, and Snape had to return to his teaching position. However, when he was called for an emergency meeting, he arrived once again late having been tied up in detention.

“Severus, will you be staying for dinner?” Molly asked from her usual position near the cauldron.

“No, I have to return to Hogwarts.” He sat at the table as far away from Sirius Black as he could. It didn’t help that Sirius Black was sitting next to Remus Lupin and that, Snape thought, was too close.

After the unusually long meeting (there had been so many outraged outbursts by both Severus and Black) Remus got up from the table, said his goodnights, and left the room without another word. Snape followed shortly after and noticed that Remus was not waiting in the shadows for him. Remus was nowhere to be seen. He had figured that, since Severus didn’t follow him upstairs last time, that he wasn’t going to this time. Remus figured that he should just forget ever being attracted to Severus Snape.

Severus slowly crept up the stairs toward Remus Lupin’s bedroom. He stood outside the old and dilapidated wooden door and braced himself. He was about to knock when he noticed the door didn’t fit properly in the frame. There was a good inch of space between the edge of the door and the wood of the frame. He crouched in the darkness of the hallway, so as not to be seen, and peered though the gap.

Remus Lupin stood in the center of the room as he dropped his trousers, standing in his red and blue plaid boxers and his yellow golf shirt. He slowly pulled his shirt over his head to reveal a tanned and scarred body. His back and chest were covered in large and wide gashes, and thin and long lines. Some scars were pink and bumpy where the skin had been ripped so viciously it couldn’t possibly sew itself back together. Snape’s jaw fell, eyes wide, and he couldn’t help but think the scars added a certain sexiness he couldn’t describe.

Slowly, Remus shimmied out of his boxers and left his clothes in a pile on the bed. He sauntered over to his dresser and Snape gulped as he watched Remus’s hips sway, the muscles in his bare back and buttocks ripple with every movement. Remus opened a drawer and rummaged around, Snape figuring he was reaching for a clean set of underwear. When Remus stepped away from the dresser and turned around, a tube of lubricant in hand and his wolfy member already erect and bobbing with every step, Severus almost fell over.

Remus sat on the edge of his bed, still very visible through the gap in the door. Severus knew he shouldn’t be watching, but he couldn’t help it. Remus flipped open the cap of his lubricant and squeezed a large dollop onto the palm of his hand. He made a loose fist, trying to warm up the jelly, before opening his hand and slowly coating his hard penis.

“Oooh, yeah.” Remus threw his head back as he squeezed himself, then started pumping. The silky feeling of a liquidy softness between the hard pressure of his hand and his throbbing cock felt so good. He continued working himself, stoking from the base to the head, until he was ready to cum.

Snape watched as a blush rose in his heated cheeks. He could feel a tingling warmth in his groin, and he changed from his crouching position to a kneeling one. His hand moved on its own accord into his robes and under the elastic of his grey briefs. He grabbed himself and was surprised to feel he was already stiff. He began stroking himself as he watched Remus, listing to Remus’s moans.

Severus’s breath was coming in low and shallow as he jerked himself quickly, he was close to climaxing and Remus’s grunting was growing louder and louder. They came together, Severus spilling inside his briefs and Lupin’s liquid hot semen squirting up and onto the hardwood floor as both men grunted and groaned.

“You fucking pervert!” Sirius stood at the top of the landing, disgusted by what he saw: Severus Snape post-orgasm in his pasty white, hooked-nose and greasy haired glory.

Mortified, Snape forwent using the door and apparated on the spot back to Hogsmead. He couldn’t believe…Sirius Black of all people!

“What’s going on?” Lupin cleaned his mess with the flick of his wand and donned his boxers. He ran into the hallway where Sirius stood, still gaping at the spot where Snape had been.

“That greasy bloody git!”

“What is it, Sirius?” Lupin was confused as Sirius’s mouth flapped away but no words came out.

“Snape…he was wanking off right where you’re standing!”

“He what?!” Remus was shocked. He was just about to give up and now this? Maybe there was hope for his unexplainable attraction to Severus.

“That’s just fucking wrong.” Sirius shook his head as he turned from his friend.

Severus seriously considered not showing up to the next meeting, as he was sure Sirius would say something about his rather embarrassing escapade, but he knew he had no choice in the matter. Albus Dumbledore would have his wand on a plate, and Merlin knows Severus needed his wand. But when he did show up for the next meeting, on time for a change, he was surprised to find Sirius tucked away in the corner not even looking at him. He thought for sure Sirius would have welcomed the opportunity to torment him yet again.

Of course, the only available seat was next to Remus.

The meeting began shortly and Severus sat attentively, trying his best to ignore the man beside him, and the man sulking in the corner like a dog being punished. Severus was just about to put his two cents in when he felt a hand press lightly on his left thigh.

“I was going to-oh…” Severus blushed as he turned to Remus who was on his left.

“Yes Severus?” Arthur Weasley looked at Snape expectedly.

“I…” Severus shook his head. “Never mind.” Severus very casually reached down toward the hand on his thigh and tried to brush it away. Instead of leaving, the slender fingers curled around his and gave a little squeeze before releasing and gently caressing Severus’s inner thigh…who jumped.

“Are you quite alright, Severus?” Arthur Weasley asked.

“Perfect, thank you.” Snape looked to his left, where Remus sat nonchalantly staring looking bored at the documents and papers in front of him.

The meeting continued with slow and deliberate strokes of calloused fingers that had weaned themselves through Snape’s robes to flirt with his thighs. Severus hadn’t said another word, but Remus kept giving his two cents, drawing attention toward the two every time he spoke. Snape was surprised Remus could offer his opinion with a straight face when his fingers were wrapped so gently around Severus’s growing erection. Finally the meeting came to an end, and so did Lupin’s delicious teasing. By the time Snape cleared up all his papers and diagrams and everything else Remus had already left the kitchen.

Severus exited the noisy kitchen and followed Remus up the stairs to his bedroom. Catching up with the excited man at the top of the landing, Snape pushed Remus against the wall and pinned him.

“Just what are you up to?”

Remus laughed. “You followed, excellent.”

Lupin reached down and grabbed Snape by the hips, pulling him so they were pressed together. Snape’s eyes widened when he felt Remus’s burning member against his own and realized in an instant everything Remus wanted, and he wanted it too.

Snape hungrily lurched forward and captured Lupin’s mouth with his, plunging his slick tongue into a steamy wetness he had never expected or experienced. Remus immediately took charge and guided Severus to his bedroom, placing a silence charm on the door. With a quick flick of his wand they were both naked. Remus didn’t want to waste time with silly things like taking clothes off.

“Bed. Now.” Remus growled as he shoved a very naked Severus toward the edge of the bed. He sat him down and knelt between his legs. He had waited so long for this. He slid his tongue up and down Snape’s thighs, sucking and biting as he went. This caused Severus to moan softly and jump every time Remus attacked a ticklish spot. Coming to rest at Snape’s throbbing cock, Remus gently nuzzled it, rubbing the soft skin across his cheeks and lips. “It’s so soft.”

Not wasting any more time, Remus spat on the head of Severus’s cock and used his hand to spread the saliva down the shaft. Once there was a small coating of spit on the smooth skin Remus licked his lips and took Severus into his mouth and down his throat. Using the saliva as a lubricant Remus sucked and slurped as he clutched the base of Snape’s cock with his hand. He moved his arm with his head so that every inch of Severus’s cock was being pleasured.

“God…Remus…So-fucking-mazing!” Severus’s head rolled back and he dug his fingers into the soft sheet, his knuckles turning white. Everything was turning white. It felt like Remus had snapped all his nerves and set fire to the ends. A seductive sensation started in his groin and spread throughout him. He could feel himself getting closer and closer, his breath was loud and ragged. He was sweating and shaking. He was going to explode.

Remus stood up, letting Snape slide out of his mouth as he released his grip on the pulsating cock. He stood between Severus’s legs and shoved his own cock between his lips. Surprised, Snape opened his mouth to speak and Lupin shoved the rest of his cock into Severus’s mouth. The taste of precum filled Snape’s mouth as he sucked and lapped at Lupin’s thick penis. Severus grabbed Remus’s ass and used it as leverage to shove the juicy cock all the way down his throat. Severus tried his best to replicate Remus’s previous actions, and was rewarded with grunts and loud airy moans.

“Fuck me, Severus. Now.” Remus backed away from Snape, and crawled onto the bed. He laid on his back, his head on the pillow, and Snape climbed over him.

He kissed his neck, and worked his way down Remus’s scarred body, licking and lapping as he went.

“Severus,” Remus called out. “I need you now! Fuck me.” Remus pointed to the tube of lubricant and the pack of condoms on his night stand.

Reaching out, Snape grabbed the accessories. Opening the condom, he stared at it for a while before Lupin sat up. Taking the condom from Severus, Remus placed it in his mouth and put it over the head of Snape’s cock. He pushed with his lips, sheathing Severus with only his mouth.

“That…is amazing.” Severus was speechless as he watched Remus pull back, the condom snuggly around his cock. Reaching for the lube, Severus squirted a large dollop onto his hands and warmed it up, like he saw Remus do. He coated the condom and was about to position himself when Remus stopped him.

“Whoa, wait a minute. You have to stretch me first.” Remus grabbed Severus’s hand and, pushing up on his feet making a half bridge position, he guided Severus’s hand to his ass. “Stick your fingers in me, slowly. Fuck me with your fingers.”

Severus did just that. He pressed his index finger against Remus’s opening and it was immediately allowed entrance. Severus still had lube on his fingers, so it slid in easily and proceeded to finger Remus who squirmed with pleasure every time Severus hit his g-spot. He slowly added another finger, then another and fucked Remus who was panting and jerking himself off.

“Severus, I want your cock inside me.”

This is what Severus was waiting for. With another dollop of lube on the condom, Severus positioned himself between Remus’s legs and pressed the head of his cock against the rose bud opening. His throbbing cock slid into Remus, who moaned and cried out his name. Severus settled himself, breathing in quick ragged breaths. Remus was so tight and hot! The ring of muscles surrounding Severus squeezed him as he began his slow and steady thrusts.

Severus could barely believe how amazing it felt. The heat grew in his groin as he slammed himself further and further into Remus. Severus leaned toward Remus and captured his panting lips in a sloppy and juicy kiss. He fucked him harder and faster until Remus was crying his name over and over.

“Severus?”

“Yeah?” Their hands were roaming and exploring each other as they fucked.

“When you watched me wank off, I was thinking of your hard cock fucking me.”

Remus’s dirty words made Severus shiver with pleasure. He could feel himself getting closer to the edge. His thrusting became quicker and more violent as he rammed his juicy cock into Remus’s tight ass.

“Fuck…Remus, I—”

“Severus I’m going to cum!” Remus’s back was arching as he came in waves, his sperm squirting up on his chest and over his shoulder onto the pillow behind him.

Lupin’s ass muscles clenched around Snape’s cock and he couldn’t hold back. With shuddering breaths and gasps for air Severus came hard into the condom, calling out Remus’s name before pulling out and collapsing on top of him. Both men, exhausted, panted until their breathing steadied.

With a lazy swish of Lupin’s wand, their love puddles were cleaned. Taking Snape into his arms, Remus kissed him softly.

“That was amazing.” Severus mumbled into Remus.

“Uh-huh. I doubt you’ll be late for the next meeting.”

“No. I’ll be on time, and I’ll stay for dinner too.”

Remus laughed. “Skip dinner. I’ll have desert waiting for you.”

Fic to Quit: Obsession 1

2006-08-18T02:51:22Z

Obsession, Part One

Dentelle_noir

Rating: G, this part!

1x2 eventually

Notes: Fic to Quit for Katie. STOP BITING your NAILS! It’s really horrible for you. It’s not just a habit, it’s a compulsion, and it is hurting you badly. Here’s a little fic to get you started.

This fic started with an off the cuff idea from Heeroisnottaost and It fitted perfectly well into my WYWO universe. Once it’s finished, I’ll get it set up right and tagged correctly, but enjoy part one for today! And I know I’ll get another day, so you can get the end when it’s assigned to me! Enjoy.

The Label centre for Art was just another building connected to the University. If you looked on a map, it was no further than any other university building was to the campus. It was only one street across from the library and the student centre, only a stone’s throw, really. But when you saw it, standing alone across a vast empty expanse of parking lot, the closest building with its one set of door facing resolutely away from it, and then considered that almost every course usually offered in that building was restricted to Art Majors Only (a small bunch of cliquey eccentrics themselves) it was no surprise that very little interaction occurred between the Art Students and the Other Students.

The student centre of the University was foreign ground for the art students (since they had their own little lounge and food vendor in their building) so when Duo Maxwell, photographer, set himself and his camcorder into a seat beside a few other adventurous art students that promised not to leave him to the normies alone, he was eager to find something odd and film worthy.

After dismissing the usual scenes of pen-chewing, making out, messy eating, and people studying as beneath the viewfinder of a student like Duo Maxwell, he slunk himself down into the bench-style seat with a disappointed sigh. He had been hoping to find something for his end of year project. Unfortunately, being that he was a fairly well known student in the photography department meant that he had to get something absolutely golden, or everyone would be disappointed. Added pressure didn’t help his muse, though, and he found himself desperate for ideas, desperate enough to infiltrate the ‘normal’ student’s territory anyway.

“Come on Duo, don’t be so difficult. Get that couple over there, call it “love” or something” Hilde, his fellow art student, room mate, and all around best friend, tried. He could tell she was just sick of hearing him gripe about the project and was just throwing about idea; no matter how unlikely.

Duo put the camcorder down in the edge of the table and slunck out of his jacket, stuffing it into the spot left in the seat between him and the corner in little L shaped wall .“Way too cliché, Hilde. Straus will fail my ass for something like that if I hand it in. She’s already made it clear that she expects not just a cut above from me, but a whole damn slash...or something” Duo said.

“At least you have a hope of an A” one of his other art honor guard friend’s griped, “ I could hand in the Sistine Chapel, and she’d still tell me it was ‘elementary and uninspired’ with her disdainful sneer.”

Conversation continued on about teachers and the like for almost 3 hours, his group dwindling from 5 to only him and Hilde before he gave up. He hadn’t even spotted anything that even sparked enough of his interest to even lift the camcorder.

But when he and Hilde got up to leave, Hilde suggesting they try the parks for something, Duo just about panicked to find the end of the table completely clear. Someone awfully talented had to have come by and snagged it while they were distracted...somehow over the 6 foot wall... And past Duo’s elbow... and then lifted up and over...without anyone the wiser...

Of course, Duo found it moments later, cushioned in his discarded jacket. He picked it up, thankful he had accidentally pushed it into his coat, and not onto the hard tiled floor where it would be a million pieces. Quirking a smile, Duo looked the eyepiece and positioned to get a quick shot of where it almost ended up, to warn the camcorder not to do that sort of thing again, of course. But with a start, he found the little red ‘recording’ light still on.

“Damn it. Now the tape’s almost out. I need to go home and erase 3 hours of the inside of my coat.” Duo grumbled as Hilde laughed her head off.

Later, a bag of chips in one hand, the cordless phone pinned to his shoulder as he chatted, and one hand sliding the mouse across the table, Duo decided to get to work deleting the tape he made earlier.

He didn’t know what stopped him from hitting Delete, but he hit Play instead, and his phone conversation turned one sided. “What the hell?”

Instead of a black indiscernible jacket-lining, Duo found himself with a slightly tilted worm’s eye view of three or four scattered tables.

It was so...different. “Howard, I’m going to call ya back, K. I just got an idea for that bitch of a project. Yeah, tell all the kids I said Hi. Bye.” And he hung up to stare at the view.

After a few minutes of the under side of three empty tables, there were shoes, legs, a backpack, and someone had claimed the seat. His subject (since Duo was sure the guy was planning to stay for a while) pulled out a laptop and some programming texts from his black, geek-standard, notebook-sized messenger bag. Duo was about to write him off, when he noticed something dangle out from beneath the cuff of his plain white Oxford shirt as he reached into the bag. A bracelet of some sort. A wooden and leather one.

Duo zoomed in as best as he could, but all he could make out was that the leather strap looped around behind the wooden face instead of through it like most manufactured things. This one screamed handmade. It also looked worn, like it was lovingly broken in by the wearer with time and life until whatever was written or carved into it was illegible to Duo’s zoom function. And that was all he had. The boy’s legs, bag, and shoes-- his face was obscured by the unusual angle and the table top for all but a few minuscule frames when he had finished his work, and bent down to return his laptop to the bag in the floor where Duo got a look at his hair and hint of blue, slightly slanted, eyes.

Hilde came back from her afternoon classes to an unnerving silence. Hilde saw Duo, crouched up close to the computer screen, print outs, notebooks, and a magnifying glass scattered around him.

“Duo?” she ventured, making no quick movements as she closed the door behind her and approached the Wild Duo in its un-natural habitat, stalking its prey.

“He is in 4th year programming. Right handed. Japanese features with Blue eyes. Shoe size 8. He picked the carrots out of his salad. And I swear that it’s sawdust on that shoe. What’s a computer geek doing trekking through sawdust anyway? He has an Arizona keychain. And uses big muffling-sort of headphones to drown out people around him while he works. He’s stressed too, he uncrossed and re-crossed his legs a total of 65 times in 3 hours.” Duo rattled off as he stared at the screen more.

“Does this look like a scar here? Hilde, come here! Look, right there, between his thumb and forefinger. Hilde!” Duo took his eyes off the screen to give his roommate a ‘what are you waiting for?’ look. Hilde’s jaw dropped.

“What on earth are you talking about?” Hilde finally sputtered, taking in the sheer madness of it all.

Duo shifted his eyes away from her, taking stalk of his last 6 hours of work. “Um, I looked that the tape, from the Student Centre. This guy, he had this bracelet thing on, and so I started trying to get a better look, and now...”

Hilde groaned, “Oh no! You’re obsessed! Again! Last time you got all excited about a project you locked yourself in the storage room for three days to ‘commune with the photographs’ as they developed!”

Duo’s eyebrow twitched upwards, “Project, eh? That’s a good idea. I need to get the still off him, a screenshot of the discarded carrots, and then the sawdust, and that one still with his eyes... yeah, I could do it like a series, each shot a different aspect of him! Straus will love it, put it up in the gallery here, and then someone’s BOUND to recognize him! That’s a Brilliant Plan, Hilde!” Duo exclaimed, shooting up to grasp her in a crushing hug.

“No problem” She said, knowing there was no use swaying Duo once his mind was set on something (and it actually sounded like a half decent idea for a project). Art students. Crazier than a moose.

She feared for the unlucky person that sat down at the table behind them.

Sign Up Sheet

2006-08-14T00:03:13Z

Alright, below the cut is the sign up sheet for birdeatinspider. I'm following her directions here, and because she doesn't want to "inconvenience" anyone (and because she doubts there will be enough people willing to write a fic for her) we're going to go every OTHER day.

August 15 -- Day One ==> heeroisnottoast
August 17 -- Day Two ==> dentelle_noir
August 19 -- Day Three ==>
August 21 -- Day Four ==>
August 23 -- Day Five ==>
August 25 -- Day Six ==>
August 27 -- Day Seven ==>
August 29 -- Day Eight ==>
August 31 -- Day Nine ==>
September 2 -- Day Ten ==>  razberrycreme
September 4 -- Day Eleven ==>
September 6 -- Day Twelve ==>
September 8 -- Day Thirteen ==>
September 10 -- Day Fourteen ==> hostilecrayon
September 12 -- Day Fifteen ==> beelzenef

I know it takes 28 days to break a habit, but she doesn't "want to be spoiled too much" so that's why there's only fifteen fics. Yeah. That is all. If you absolutely need a prompt, just ask for one in the comment when you pick a day and she'll give you one.

[EDIT]: Prompts include (but are not limited to):
Both Fandoms: Fairy Tales (Beauty and the Beast, Little Mermaid)
                             Peeping Toms/Voyeurism
                             Drunk Talk
                             Happy Endings
                             No Using the Word "Seed"
                             Halloween
                             Moonlight
                             White Roses
                             Snow
                             Public Sex
                             Diaries
                             Denial
                             Intricate Plans
                             Time

Gundam Wing: IC Wufei (as much as possible)
                            Angsty!Quatre
                            AU
                            Virginity
                            Gothic

Harry Potter: MWPP Era
                       Pedophilia (both parties willing)
                       Teacher/Student
                       HBP not existing
                       "You know you want this."

I Challenge YOU!

2006-08-13T22:15:48Z

Okay, I'm not sure if anyone is still monitoring this comm since hostilecrayon beat her smoking addiction, but wickedgameff suggested keeping this going for others who have addictions/habits to get over.

Well, my best friend birdeatinspider has a TERRIBLE addiction to nail biting, and although some of you might be thinking "nail biting isn't a real addiction"...she has NO nails...I mean she bite and clips right down to the cuticle. If I had a camera, I'd post a picture of it. Well, she's been waking up with sore hands and arms and it's from the damaged matrix in the nail. She has to stop. So, if anyone is up to the challenge we could do something similiar for her that we did for hostilecrayon. She insists that I impress that we don't have to (she doesn't like to be an "inconvenience" even though she never is) and she also wants me to impress that we don't have to do it for all twenty eight days. But if anyone is up for it, she likes Gundam Wing (she prefers yaoi, and Wufei with anyone) and Harry Potter (she prefers Draco/Ron, Snape/Lupin, Percy and anyone if you're up to it, and of course twincest good old Weasley-cest). But she also says that she's not picky and any pairing is okay.

So, yes...if you're up to the challenge comment and we'll get a list together. She's not picky on promts, but she likes the whole "am I gay, am I not gay?" struggle.

This is just a random fic

2006-08-09T05:39:28Z

Title: Dessert
Author: beelzenef
Rating: G
Genre: Romance, fluff
Pairings: 1+2
Fandom: Gundam Wing
Warnings: None
Summary: Heero and Duo make supper
Author's Notes: Written for hostilecrayon because I just met her and i still think she's awesome.
Disclaimer:I do not own Gundam Wing. Also: I have not written this fandom since I was 15, please be gentle.
Word Count: 439

“Heero, I lose at cooking.” Duo sighs dejectedly, stirring the cheese sauce he’s totally ruined with a grimace on his face. Instead of being a creamy orange-ish colour, the sauce is brown, with darker flecks. “I don’t know how I ruined it this time, but…”

Heero stops his speech with a gentle hand and comes over to inspect the damage. “It’s ruined.” he says quietly. His eyes meet those of Duo’s. “I don’t know how you do it. I was only in the bathroom for two minutes.”

“I know. I can’t believe this happened. I was watching it the whole time too.” Duo sighs, feeling again like he’s disappointed Heero. “I’m sorry.” he offers.

Heero shakes his head. “It’s my fault. I should never leave a baka like you alone in the kitchen.” he says with a smirk. Heero gently takes the whisk from Duo’s lax hands and lifts the pot from he stove. “We just won’t have cheese sauce tonight.” he says.

“Sorry…” Duo says again, genuinely feeling bad about it.

Once Heero has put the smoking pot into the sink, he comes back over to the other boy. He puts a hand under Duo’s chin and lifts the pilot’s head so that their eyes meet. “Don’t worry about it.” he says, and places a small kiss on Duo’s lips.

Duo blushes. Heero’s kisses do that to him every time. Once Heero starts going in the kitchen though, Duo decides to get out of the way. Before he knows it, there is a giant supper in front of them on the table. He smiles at Heero, and digs in.

The two banter back and forth over the meal, feeling totally at ease with each other. They didn’t feel this easy with any of the other pilots either, so being on a mission together was somewhat relaxing, even though it was still work. Once they finish their food, Heero gets up again.

“Dessert?” he asks, walking over near Duo.

The impish Gundam Pilot grins, pulling Heero down closer by his shirt. “I have a better idea.” he says, his eyes dark and shiny.

“Oh?” Heero asks, a small smile of his own playing on his lips.

Duo pulls Heero down the rest of the way, pressing his lips to his lover’s passionately. “How does that sound?” he asks, after pulling away.

“That sounds better than anything I could ever cook…” Heero replies.

Duo stands and takes the hand of the other pilot. “I was hoping you would say that.” He leads Heero off to the bedroom, where he finds that Heero really does like him more than dessert.

The End

Fic for Aug 5th... take two!

2006-08-09T01:18:51Z

I'm sorry I didn't notice this hadn't posted right!! :( I set Semagic up to post it, but I think I did something wrong... anywho, here you go! My first Naruto fic ever, so it's probably horrid. ^_^;;

TITLE: Layered Souls
FANDOM: Naruto
LENGTH: Drabble (100 words)
MOOD/RAITING: Sad/PG
TIMELINE: After fox demon attack, prior to episode 1.
SUMMARY: It wasn't as if they hadn't tried...

The moonlight traced the contours of the sleeping child and she stepped forward, determined. It was easy to forget, if you did your best not to look, that something so small could hold such evil. She brushed back a lock of hair and the child yipped softly in his sleep, nuzzling her hand. In spite of her resolve, she shuddered. It was there. Waiting.

She made her apologies to the Third Hokage and left. She wasn't the first to refuse nor, he feared, the last. Someone had to care for the child that wasn't-- couldn't ever be just a child.

(Looking for more fanfic/fantasy/scifi/poetry/etc to read? Then check out The Unforgotten Country! http://www.martha.net/unforgotten)
Technorati tags: writing | fiction | fantasy | science fiction | the unforgotten country

[FIC] Subject To Change (for Lish!)

2006-08-09T00:10:01Z

Title: Subject to Change
Author: WickedGame (with special credit given to Matthew Haldeman-Time (see special disclaimer))
Genre: Fluff/romance
Rating: M
Pairing: 1=2 or 1x2x1
Warnings: glossy lemons, foul language, AU kind of
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing.
A special disclaimer/note: This story is based on/inspired by the original slash story called “Wicked” by Matthew Haldeman-Time. His original story can be found at http://www.matthewhaldemantime.com/1/wicked.html . He’s a truly talented author and I do not want to be accused of stealing from him. It’s more in the nature of a tribute using the GW characters.
Notes: Written for the last day of fic_to_quit. Yay for Lish!! Also not beta read because this was written at the last minute. I also will deny any requests to archive this particular fic as it is a disclaimer issue IMO.

“No way! What did he say? Oh that shithead.” Duo’s voice sounded very disappointed while sounding amused at the same time.

Heero paused for a moment while working on his laptop, and then continued with a silent sigh.

“Hell yeah! Oh yeah? No! I bet he ended up sleeping on the couch!”

Heero tried to concentrate on typing. The mission report was important and needed to be done today. Duo’s conversations with Quatre were always the same and weren’t really worth listening to.

“Hell yeah!”

Heero clenched his fists and tried to will himself to concentrate.

“No, don’t you dare! Don’t let him get away with it Cat! Yeah, yeah….”

Heero grabbed his laptop and retreated into his bedroom, letting the rest of Duo’s conversation fade into the background as he shut the door. He climbed onto the bed and used his lap as a desk. Here he could concentrate, with only muffled laughter and occasional shouts passing through the wood of the door.

After some time his bedroom door opened and Duo leaned against the frame, phone still against his ear. “Yeah, yeah. I know. Did I tell you about the pizza place me n’ Heero went to, the one with the…yeah. Hell yeah. Yeah.”

Heero moaned aloud as Duo started rifling through his closet, the hangers clacking against one another. “I’m trying to find the damn shirt. Hold on wouldya?” Duo looked at Heero and then spoke again. “Hey Cat, I need to go. I’ll talk to you later, k? Hell yeah. Yeah. Later.”

Duo hopped onto the bed, nearly upsetting Heero’s laptop. “Hey buddy, you okay?”

Heero rubbed his temples. “Duo, how long have you been staying with me?”

“A few months. I know, I know. I’m gonna find my own place but everything is expensive as all hell…”

“You need a job before you can get an apartment, Duo.” Heero closed his laptop an put it on his nightstand.

“I have a job!” Duo protested.

“Your second job this week, not to mention the fifth one this month alone.” Heero pointed out.

“I tell ya, this one’s gonna work out.” Duo assured him.

“You’ve lived here for a few months now and are you aware that you say ‘hell yeah’ about once ever minute or so? Don’t you know any other words?”

“I don’t say it when I’m sleeping and I don’t say it when I call you while you’re working…”

“Unless it’s when you’re calling to tell me you’ve been fired again,” Heero pointed out.

“So I’m a burden then?” Duo got up off the bed and stood at the other end of the room.

Heero took a deep breath. “You’re not a burden, Duo. You’re my best friend and I love you…but I would really like to be able to sleep in my bed again.”

“I told you that we could share the bed damnit! Stop throwing it in my face.” Duo’s face was irritated but then softened. “Why can’t we share the bed? It’s big enough and you know I can’t sleep on the couch. I always fall off of it in the middle of the night.”

“You have wandering hands, Duo.” Heero was not going to go through this again.

“Don’t blame me for what my hands do when they sleep…they’re just friendly that way!” Duo’s voice was playful as he made the joke. Heero was just about the only person he knew of that Duo hadn’t groped and he intended to keep it that way.

“This job’s going to work out and I like it. The head mechanic goes out for two hour lunches every day and leaves me alone for a bit…and then there’s this gorgeous brunette who works next door and I saw him making eyes at me the other day…”

“Duo!” Heero’s whine was loud. “Don’t fuck around at work!”

“He doesn’t work with me, didn’t you hear me say that? I think he’s an accountant or something…”

“Duo, do you have any aspirations of keeping this job? Is there any reason for me to suspect that you won’t tell me you’re fired within the next three days?”

Duo sat down again and folded his legs. “What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean. You’ll flirt with this guy, eventually either get caught fucking around when you’re supposed to be working or you and the guy’ll have a fight and then you’ll end up quitting because you don’t want to be near him.” It was always one of those two scenarios.

“It’ll be different this time!” Duo whined. “He has the most beautiful green eyes…”

“Do you plan on keeping this job?”

“Your priorities are screwed up,” Duo intoned.

“Because I work and want to keep my job and want you to do the same?” Heero buried his face in his hands and sighed into the skin there.

“What do you do all day?”

“I work. I earn money. I bring in the bad guys so the world can stay safe, you know that.”

“You leave at the same time everyday. You commute in rush hour traffic. You sit at a desk the majority of the time doing paperwork. You wear a uniform, with a tie.”

“I own my condo. I own a car. I have nice clothes. I can afford to eat good food. I can afford to halfway support you.”

“You’re not having any fun. You think about dollar signs and not about your life. I like people. I like to talk to them, get to know them…”

“Fuck them.” Heero took a deep breath. “Duo, I admire that you want to be so good to your fellow gay man but can’t stay here forever.”

“Oh, I could,” Duo said with an affectionate smile.

“No, you couldn’t. You wouldn’t do that to me.” Heero shook his head.

“Heero, hear me out?” Duo grabbed Heero’s arm as the darker-haired boy rose from the bed.

“You’re moving out at the end of this week.” Heero stated as he left the room. Duo rose and followed him.

“No, you don’t understand. There’s this other guy next door, his name’s Billy and he has a partner named Rory. They’ve been together since high school! You would’ve loved them.”

“And what does that have to do with you living here?” Heero asked as he leaned against the sink.

“Don’t you want to have something like that? Something that solid? Someone to share your bed with every night, a warm body to cuddle up to?”

“Yes, with anyone but you.”

Duo walked toward Heero with a smirk. “I know you don’t mean that.”

“I do mean it.” Heero pushed off the sink and walked around to the other side of the kitchen table. “I would rather marry the cat woman in the apartment above us than have a relationship with you.”

“Mrs. Fitzsimmons? She’s seeing Mr. Rourke from next door.” Duo informed Heero as he came around the table toward him.

“How do you know that?” Heero asked, backing up and keeping a chair between he and Duo.

“They play bridge in the laundry room sometimes.” Duo knelt on the chair. “They’re the cutest thing I’ve ever seen but you and I could be even cuter Heero.” He grabbed Heero wrist to keep him from escaping.

“I don’t want to be cute with you.” Heero tried to break Duo’s strong hold without hurting him. “And I’m not playing bridge in the laundry room with you.” Only Duo would’ve gone to the trouble to get to know the neighbors.

“You and I are perfect for each other. Yin and yang. Black and white,” Duo assured him.

“What we are is complete opposites. You like to go out, I like to stay home. You like to drink, I don’t touch the stuff. I’m a morning person and you’re a night owl. I have a job, you soon won’t.”

“We have a lot in common too,” Duo pointed out with that sexy smile. “We both love me.”

“I should’ve never let you move in. I’m not playing boyfriends with you Duo!”

Duo grabbed Heero’s other wrist and locked the set of them together. “Not playing, Heero. Being. Being partners, lovers, soul mates, life mates, whatever you wanna call it.” He pulled Heero closer and looked up into his eyes, determined gaze never wavering.

Heero was used to those wide, brilliant violet eyes. He was used to the long, sooty lashes. He didn’t even notice the graceful cheekbones and the cupid’s bow of a mouth. He was even used to this fluttering he always got when he looked at Duo. Almost used to it…

“You like staying with me,” Duo said positively.

“You mean, you like staying with me.” Heero finally got his wrists free and walked quickly into the living room. “You stay with me and you are the worst roommate you’ve ever had.”

“I’m the best roommate you’ve ever had.” Duo corrected as he followed Heero.

“You don’t know how to clean,” Heero turned around and found that Duo was much closer than he had thought and it forced him to take a number of steps backward. “You leave your towels on the floor, you clog the drains with your hair, you don’t clean the stove after you cook..”

“I could suck your cock better than anyone else ever has,” Duo said confidently as he tugged Heero close to him and leaned forward.

“And what does that mean to me?” Heero twisted and ducked the near-kiss before walking across the room.

“It could mean a lot to you if you’d let it,” Duo said softly.

“You say that now; but you’ve been dragging men through here the entire time you’ve been staying here.” When did this condo get so damned small? It seemed there was nowhere to run.

“I wouldn’t drag guys through here if I could fuck you,” Duo said.

“My, such sweet and romantic words,” Heero rolled his eyes. “By the way, are you aware how annoying it is that you’re on the phone all the damned time? You can’t email him or go to see him?”

“Stop changing the subject,” Duo said as they ended up on opposite sides of the kitchen table again.

“The real subject is the fact that you’re moving out this weekend so I don’t end up killing you. You’re my best friend and I’d hate to do that. I’m not going to be another notch on your belt.”

Duo unhooked his black leather belt.

“Showing me your penis won’t change my mind. I’ve seen it more than once, remember?” It was a nice penis too, all thick and…”Do your belt up please?”

Duo pulled the belt out of the loops and threw it across the room. “No belt therefore no notches.” He grabbed Heero’s hand abruptly and tugged. “Stay still so I can convince you to be my boyfriend.”

“Boyfriend?” Heero decided he needed a bigger table. “You’ve never stayed with anyone for more than two weeks!”

“I’ve been with you for ten years,” Duo started to climb onto the table, still holding onto Heero’s hand.

“We’re best friends, not boyfriends,” Heero reminded him. “And get off my table.”

“I talk to my mom about once every week. I can’t go more than a couple of hours without hearing your voice,” Duo confessed.

“Your mom is medicated. I’m the only stable thing you have in your life.”

“I’m the fun in your life,” Duo pointed out as he crawled across the table.

“We can have fun without having sex you know? All of this isn’t necessary to live. I wish you would see that.”

“You, Heero Yuy, are an arrogant, pompous asshole,” Duo said. He held onto Heero for dear life and pressed their lips together.

Arousal sped through Heero’s body like liquid fire and he gripped Duo’s hands tightly as their mouths slid open and their tongues danced together. Duo tasted so good. Duo felt so good…”Damn.” He pulled away and looked at Duo’s heated skin, Duo’s swollen mouth and those damned wide eyes. “Damn. You’re moving out tonight.”

Duo followed him as he walked toward the bedroom. “Get back here. Don’t make me chase you. The doors in this place don’t even lock!”

“Stop following me!” Heero whipped around. “The only reason you want to fuck me is because you never have and you’re bored.”

“I want to fuck you because I love you. I love you and I know you love me.” Duo back Heero into the closet door. “Do you wanna top first, or are you just dying for me to fuck you into the mattress?”

Only Duo could ever guess this. Only Duo could ever think this. “You’re crazy. You’re insane. You don’t – “

“I love you more than anything,” Duo pressed closer. “I’ve been waiting for you for ages and you know how impatient I am.” He leaned forward and nuzzled Heero’s cheek. Heero drew in a sharp breath and held it. “I’ve been with you for ten years and it feels like it was only yesterday. I want to grow old with you.” Duo’s words had lowered to hushed whispers and the nuzzles had grown to whispering kisses against soft skin. “You’re the only guy I’ve ever admired enough not to grope. You’re the only man I’ve ever loved.”

Heero’s brain stopped working long enough for him to work his hands inside of Duo’s shirt and stroke the smooth skin beneath the cotton and his lips had begun to return those whispered kisses. He seemed unable to stay away from those perfect lips. “We can’t do this.”

“We have to,” Duo said as he tugged Heero toward the bed.

&~&~&~&

Duo’s body was perfect, and he fit into it like a puzzle piece. Their limbs tangled together and came apart again and again. When Duo took him his thick cock pounded into him mercilessly but so fulfilling. It seemed they couldn’t stop, couldn’t stop touching and sucking and coming again and again. Heero knew that no one else had ever made him feel like this and he somehow knew no one else ever would make him feel like this ever again.

Duo liked him on his hands and knees, ass in the air, so he could run his nails down Heero’s back while he thrust into him. Heero liked Duo on his back, so he could stare into those unique eyes while he let Duo’s heat engulf him.

After ten years of wondering and speculating and fantasizing there was nothing like loving and worshipping the real thing.

As Heero locked his hips, holding onto Duo and thrusting in with all his might Duo dug his nails into Heero’s back. “Fuck me Heero! Harder. God! Harder baby!” Those long legs wrapped around him and urged him on. “I’m coming baby! Harder! Yes!”

Heero reached for Duo’s cock and pumped it fiercely, feeling and seeing the globs of white-hot sperm shoot out over pale skin. It was all too much, too much, and falling too fast and too hard and then he was coming too, filling Duo once again with his seed. Heero cried out Duo’s name as he came and then collapsed on top of Duo, feeling more complete than he had ever felt.

“I love the way you fuck me,” Duo murmured as he nuzzled Heero hair and inhaled his scent.

Heero couldn’t speak. He just lay there in his blissful afterglow, soaking in the feel of Duo under him and against him.

The phone rang and Duo shimmied over a little to get it. Heero just nestled himself into the crook of Duo’s arm and inhaled the musky scent of the man he had always loved.

“Hey Cat, how’re you?” No way? Hell yeah!”

Heero traced a finger from the belly button to a nipple and then nipped at Duo’s skin because it was there and it tasted like love.

“No shit? Well yeah…yeah….hell yeah.”

Heero tucked himself in and felt Duo kiss the top of his head while messing with his hair.

“Nah, not tonight man. Maybe…yeah….yeah…hell yeah!”

Heero smiled and fell asleep.

LAST DAY IS TOMORROW!

2006-08-08T04:43:57Z

I don't know if all of you are aware...but tomorrow will be day 28 of Lish NOT SMOKING! *cheers*

I am only posting tonight to see if we are going to make this a permanent thing - offer our drabbley/ficlet writing powers to help other people get through their addictions?

*lights fireworks*