Requests away~

[meritjubet]

Because I haven't written anything in months (well, stuff that I would post and is finished) I am opening drabble requests!

Fandoms are the usual suspects. However if you have anything you have been dying to read just ask and I'll see what I can do.

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[meritjubet]

In their own way, they are both control freaks. Heero can admit this with far more readiness than Quatre when they friends tease them about arriving precisely at the strike of eight o'clock. Quatre, of course, was running late and probably managed to get seven speeding fines in his attempt to arrive on time. Heero doesn't find out until later.

Still, Heero in his continuing attempts to find peace with himself and save the world, realised that Quatre working himself to the ground was not going to help either of those quests. In the end after quelling the urge to brain bleach his mind of Duo's advice, Heero acknowledged that perhaps Duo did have a point. Perhaps bondage really was the answer.

Heero eyed the blue and silver striped tie that Quatre was currently wearing thoughtfully. After a long moment Heero shifted in his seat and adjusted himself discreetly. Across the room, Quatre's eyes met his, they warmed - for him - but there was an ingrained tiredness deep within that strengthened Heero's resolve.

At home, Quatre walked through their house without bothering to turn on their lights. His suit jacked his quickly discarded and then Quatre reached up to loosen his tie. It is then that Heero strikes, pressing Quatre's back against the wall, one hand taking a hold of both of Quatre's hands. Quatre stared at him steadily, possibly pondered what Heero was attempting. They both knew that Quatre break out of this hold. There isn't an advantage of height for either on them, so when Heero kissed Quatre there is no sore neck from either party.

It took several seconds for Quatre to relax and to respond. His hands, in Heero's hold, grow more slack, as he wound a leg around Heero, bringing their suit clad bodies closer.

"You could have just asked," Quatre whispered, breath coasting along Heero's jaw as he peppered his neck with nips and licks.

Heero shrugged. Where was the fun in that?

[misanagi]

Oh I liked this! Heero is so great here. Thank you for writing it.

[meritjubet]

Score! Heero wasn't always the hardest of the pilots (for me) to write.