Disclaimer: Duo and Heero don't belong to me. No money made, all for fun.
Archiving: If you don't have previous permission, please ask. Will also appear on my website, the URL is in my sig.
Rating: PG... unless textual nudity counts, then it's at least R.
Notes: I just typed this out in response to comet saying: "poor lonely Duo, poor lonely Heero." Well, I couldn't pass that up!
by Ninjababe <email@example.com>
Heero and Duo suddenly popped into existence in a room with silk draped walls and a pile of pillows in the middle. The only light came from the candles in the chandelier.
A young woman popped into existence beside the two and nodded. "Right. Here's the deal. You two are meant to be together, you aren't leaving the room until you shagged like bunnies."
"WHAT?" Duo exclaimed as Heero whipped out his gun.
"Shagged like bunnies?" the woman muttered, a self-disgusted look on her face. "I have *got* to stop reading Spike-centric fic." She went cross-eyed, trying to focus on the gun stuffed in her face. "Nice gun, well oiled. Is there a reason it's in my face?"
"Omae o k..."
"Oh, no you don't!" the woman exclaimed, snapping her fingers. Suddenly, both Duo and Heero were stark naked and weaponless. The woman leered. "Nice."
"What the hell is..."
"Have fun!" the woman interrupted, before snapping her fingers one more time and disappearing.
Now, back to my current project!