This piece is dedicated to Terra, Wordsmith, Pyro Neko Chan, Devylzangyl, Missy 8632001, Xellosalina, Amethyst, Frogi 1013, Elle-Fate2x1, Bleeding star goddess <I want more Shinigami!>, Meg, Hella-Chan. Thanks for reviewing my ficcy!

Disclaimers: I don’t own any famous characters… but if you want to give them to me ;-)

Rating: PG-13 for now

Pairings: brief 3x4 future 2x1 if Duo cooperates

Warnings: AU, Yaoi, OOC, crossovers, Silliness, Bishounen ogling. Duo’s potty mouth.

Status: Unbetaed

Barbie Dolls and Marzipan 3/?

Heero felt his shy smile fade as the boy…Duo stared at him so disdainfully. A cruel sneer, painting his lips, as his eyes raked Heero up and down and clearly found him wanting. Heero just wanted to curl up into a ball and die. This was his future husband? It was obvious the boy hated him. The priest seemed to be almost beside himself in glee and Relena was beaming.

“Ok everyone, take your places.” They stood in front of the happy priest, and Heero stared at his shoes. How could he have ever imagined that a god like that would ever want him?

“Class, we are gathered here today to witness the wedding of Duo Maxwell and Heero Yuy. May this union join their souls in eternal bliss.” Duo glared at his brother for really hamming it up.

“Duo Maxwell, do you take this boy, Heero Yuy, as your wi…um…mate for sickness and health, for sorrow and joy, for poverty and wealth, never forsaking him for another to cleave your body only unto him for as long as you both shall live?” Duo snorted at his brother’s words but shrugged.

“Sure, whatever,” he muttered not noticing the glare of death Relena was shooting him for his callous attitude.

“Heero Yuy, do you take this boy, Duo Maxwell, as your mate for sickness and health, for sorrow and joy, for poverty and wealth, never forsaking him for another to cleave your body only onto him for as long as you both shall live?”

Silence descended, and Duo frowned. What was taking him so long? Noticing the boy anxiously twisting his fingers, he sighed and nudged him. The kid was almost acting like this was important, like it was real, and suddenly Duo felt embarrassed for his rude behavior. It wasn’t this boys fault that they were stuck together.

“I…I do,” came the soft reply. And if the classroom hadn’t been so silent, they never would have heard it.

Heero nervously waited for the next words. No matter what that priest said he was determined to be the wife, which meant he would have to do what that girl did.

“By the powers vested in me, by the Temple of Shinigami I pronounce you life mates, you may kiss the um Heero, Duo.”

Heero gave a slight smile at the mention of the temple of Shinigami. It was a small relatively unknown religion started by one of his Ancestors Akane Tendo. It was an ancient order of Shinto that routinely acquired new priests by advertising in the back of comic books.


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Gathering his courage Heero threw his arms around Duo and kissed him like he had always wanted to kiss. You know that “Princess Bride, Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty” fairy tale kiss that marked the beginning of every happily ever after. Barely seconds had passed when with a low growl Duo responded by pulling the other boy close and ravishing those oh so tempting lips. Everything else was forgotten, the fact that they were in the middle of a crowded classroom, the fact that his brother was probably taking notes, the fact that he knew he was straight. All that faded away at the touch of Heero’s lips.


At first I thought my writing was a lost cause but I decided as long as somebody is still reading my stuff I’ll continue writing for them so please review! Little Manga Neko