Title: The Thief and The Police
Author: Amy Mizuno (email@example.com)
Archive: Ask me first. You could find it at the fanfiction.net
Category: yaoi, OOC (?), AU.
Disclaimer: The G-boys ain't mine, just want to play with them.
Note: The idea had been stuck on my mind for quite a while now. I finally have time to write it down. C&C are more than welcome. Ok now, let's dig in! ^_^
The Thief and The Police
by Amy Mizuno
This was a very comfortable night. In the big bedroom, Duo was sleeping soundly alone in that big, comfy king size bed of his.
'Click!' Someone opened the back door to the house.
The long-haired young man woke, from his blissful dream, immediately. He looked at the digital clock that had placed on the bedside table. The red numbers that were flashing on the clock had indicated that it was only two-thirty, and his lover wouldn't come back home before morning.
So, that meant that a certain someone, someone with a special profession, had just broken in his house. In other words, a thief was lurking around in the house.
The American's hand automatically went under his fluffy pillow, pulled out his well-polished gun. Then he jumped from the bed and went to the door with his revolver held firmly in his hand.
Duo prepared himself for anything that could happen, took a deep breath, and opened the bedroom door abruptly.
He walked silently through the house, searching for the invader. In the living room, he spotted saw a black shadow moving.
With the handgun pointing at the intruder's silhouette, Duo yelled, "Hands up!"
"Hn!" A familiar nasal voice answered.
"Hee-Hee-chan?" Duo's violet eyes were as large as saucers. The revolver in his hand had dropped on the floor. "But-but I thought that you wouldn't be back before morning."
The Japanese man looked at the sleepy form of his koi. His normally braided hair had come undone while he was sleeping and wore only an almost transparent t-shirt and black boxers. "It was a lot easier than I thought, so I came back early. Sorry to wake you up." Heero brushed locks of his spouse's chestnut hair out of his bright violet eyes.
"Nah, I'm glad that you are back early. But geez, you could at least come in by the front door. This is also your house, you know? You don't need to sneak in. I thought that you was a thief!" The young, long-haired American scolded his beloved as he gave him a warm embrace.
Heero smirked, "But I AM a thief, in case you forgot, Inspector Maxwell. I always creep in people's houses." He returned Duo's hug affectionately.
"Well, anyway, I take that it's 'ninmu ryoukai'?" Duo gazed into those cobalt blue eyes of the love of his life.
The pair stood in the centre of the living room, for several minutes, just looking at each other. Heero gently caressed Duo's cheek, and he suddenly grabbed Duo's chin and kissed the shorter boy.
The kiss was slow and sweet. Duo's warm arms were wrapped around Heero's neck as they deepened the kiss. Their tongues entwined until they had to separate for the need of air. Heero's swollen lips sent butterfly kisses from his love's cheek, trailed down to his pale, long neck.
Duo had let out a soft moan, and that encouraged the young thief even more. Heero began to peel off his husband's white t-shirt.
The American officer barely managed to ask, "Mmmmm... Love? Shouldn't we go to the bedroom first?"
Heero groaned in his throat, but he did agree with his lover. He picked his spouse up in his arms, kissing his lips softly, and carried him to their room without breaking the kiss.
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A few days later, Duo was reading the morning newspaper while he was having his breakfast. He read a passage about a painting, done by a very famous painter, that was on display in a museum.
"Wow, this painting is really great! Ne, Hee-chan, get it for me?" Duo said, pointing to the photo of the painting in the newspaper.
Heero raised his eyebrows and said, "Duo, sometime I really doubt that you truely are a police officer."
This fic absolutely makes no sense. But anyway, tell me what you think.