4-09-2001

Notes: Oh, I am a bad, bad girl. Very bad. Awful. So bad, I'm thinking of punishing myself by forcing myself to drink espresso and eats lots of chocolate candy. Oh, woe is me! <dramatic sigh and hand to forehead>

Anyway... this came to me at work while I was goofing off (Yes, c, I'm working on A Darker Dawn. So, pfffffft! :PPPPP But, it's like... part 4 <g>. Need to do part 2 & 3 first). OK... back on track. The DJ on the radio said something, and I just *knew* Duo would use that... so, this was born. Umm… Heero seems a bit OOC. He got devilish on me <g>.

Pairings: Well, it *started* out as being nothing, but the guys got horny... They're worse then rabbits! So, this is 1x2.

Rating: R… Sorry… they decided not to let me tape anything…

Disclaimers: They belong to the great Gundam Wing gods. All hail! Hail! Gundam! Gundam! Gundam! We must make a sacrifice! <holds aloft her Sandrock model, then changes mind> Maybe later. Anyway (I've been in the sugar, can you tell? <eg>) they don't belong to me (Boy, are *they* happy about that! I can't imagine why...) and no money was made from this...

Archiving: If you have previous permission, go for it. Otherwise, please ask. Will also appear on my webpage at http://www.ondragonswing.com/ninjababe/ninsfic/.

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Slogans of the Damned
By Ninjababe <ninjababe@ondragonswing.com>
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Quatre's eyes widened as he took in his fellow pilot's attire. "Umm... Duo..."

"Yeah?" Duo asked before turning to pull his sneakers out of the closet.

"What's with the t-shirt?"

The other pilots looked up from their current reading material (Heero had mission transcripts, Trowa, a book on topiary and Wufei was doing a puzzle magazine) to see why Quatre's voice was part hysterical, part frightened.

Duo looked down at his shirt, which read 'OZ Bases: Where the men are men, and the sheep are nervous'. "What?"

"You're not going out in public like that, are you?" Trowa asked.

"Of course!" Duo shrugged. "Why not?"

"Because, we're trying not to draw attention to ourselves by wearing slogans that will get us chased by every OZ soldier and supporter!" Heero growled.

"Oh, bite me," Duo said, rolling his eyes. "Look, it's a metaphor. The men in the slogan obviously stands for OZ, and the sheep represents the masses of humanity that blindly follow the establishment!"

"Maxwell, it says OZ soldiers prefer sheep to women!" Wufei exclaimed.

"Well... yeah, that too," Duo said, his matter of fact tone at odds with the evil grin on his face. "OK, enough talking. I'm outta here."

Heero pushed himself up off the floor, ignoring the flutter of papers his sudden move caused. "The hell you are."

Duo glared as he started to backpedal towards the door. "And, how are you gonna stop me?"

“Like this,” Heero replied as he reached out. Fifteen seconds later, Duo was over slung Heero’s shoulder, his hands cuffed behind his back.

“That was... impressive,” Trowa stated.

Heero spun and gave a wide grin to the still seated pilots. “Magic,” he replied before carting the sputtering and kicking pilot out of the room.

“Damn it, Heero. Put me the fuck down now before I…” The rest of Duo’s threat dissolved into a squeak as he was thrown off of the Japanese pilot’s shoulder.

“You are not going out wearing that shirt.”

“Yeah, well,” Duo paused and suddenly dashed for the door, the cuffs hanging from one wrist.

Heero grabbed one of the braided pilot’s arms as he flashed by. “How did you?”

“Like I would go anywhere without at least three lockpicks in my braid. Duh!” Duo replied, sticking his tongue out at his boyfriend.

Grinning wickedly, Heero leaned in and grabbed the tongue with his mouth and began to suck.

“MMmmmph,” Duo replied intelligently as he wrapped his arms around Heero’s neck and pushed him toward the bed.

“Did you say something?” Heero asked, as the two pulled apart for air.

Duo shook his head in reply before nibbling on the Japanese pilot’s collarbone.

“Good…” Heero said, satisfied. Grabbing the hem of Duo’s t-shirt, he pulled it apart. “Ooops.”

Duo grinned quickly before pouting. “You’ll just have to make it up to me. I liked that shirt!”

“I’m sure I can think of something,” Heero replied as he slid his hands under his lover’s pants to caress his buttocks.

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Several hours later, Duo lay gently running his fingers through Heero’s hair and grinned. He couldn’t wait to try out the other shirts he had custom made…

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Le End!

Sorry… but, I just couldn’t write the sex… my zanyness kept trying to turn it into Monty Python sex… And, umm… I’m sorry… I can’t… <twitch> I still have mental scars from my brushes with my roommate doing Winnie the Pooh slash aloud (She’s not a slash/yaoi fan, and she likes to do whatever she can to ick me out <g>. You should see the list of icky slash pairings she has <shudder>)

OK… I’m getting kicked off the computer… mufflefrazzingruzzle work! Later!

As always, C&C is welcome…