Fic (GW 1+5: Damning Propriety II)
Title: Damning Propriety II
Author: playpossum
Fandom: GW
Pairing: 1+5
Rating: G
Genre/Summary: Random funniness. Drabbles in an AU, where Heero and Duo are best friends (and lawyers!), and Wufei is. um. hot. and gay.
A/N: This is for all of you who reviewed the first batch of drabbles so encouragingly ^___^ Hope you enjoy reading.
“How about 'Nice tie. Want to sleep together?'”
Heero was going to strangle Duo. Right after he killed himself for the images that that particular pick-up line had inspired. “No,” he hissed through clenched teeth.
“'The word of the week is 'Legs'. Want to go back to my place and spread the word?'”
This was bad. This was bad. This was the last place Heero needed to be thinking about things like that. This was-
-long, slimly muscled brown legs, sliding apart, his hands traveling up that smooth, luscious skin...
Heero slapped himself mentally, hard, and wondered if it'd be too much to bang his head repeatedly on his desk.
One moment, Wufei was nodding to Heero slightly in greeting, and the next moment, Heero found himself with a armful of shocked Chinese man. Truth be told, Heero was rather shocked himself; he was surprised his blood pressure hadn't shot through the roof yet.
“Oops!” Duo's cheerful voice came from somewhere behind the stack of boxes that had to be piled at least 2 feet above the top of that auburn head. “My bad! Who did I knock into? I'm so sorry!”
Against his chest, Wufei was very, very still. Heero noticed absentmindedly the extremely becoming flush that was sweeping the tan cheeks.
Wufei coughed-a sound that seemed more choked than any cough Heero had ever heard. It took a few more moments for Wufei's words to penetrate.
“...can let go of me now.”
Heero would have leapt back in dismay if it'd been in his nature to do such a thing; as it was, his arms dropped from the other man's waist as if they'd been scalded. Wufei straightened up, bumping the back of his head into the stack of boxes; Duo was, unbelievably, still just standing there, tapping his foot.
“Is the road clear yet?” Duo chirped, following a heavy silence. There wasn't a hint of remorse in the grinning voice. Heero did his best to glare through the cardboard.
“Thank you,” Wufei muttered after a stiff pause, edging past Heero. The Chinese man darted an uncertain backward glance that traveled from the pile of boxes to Heero's face. Heero tried to pretend he wasn't aware, in the least, of the way the gaze lingered, and the way an answering heat was slowly climbing up under his collar.
Then Wufei was disappearing around the corner.
“Move it, Heero!” Duo admonished merrily, voice still muffled. “I have to get these boxes in to Storage right away!”
“You have to work on your smile, Heero. Your mouth looks like you're permanently sucking on a reeeeally sour lemon, and it's like the world has done you some injustice with the way you have that almost maniacal look in your eyes sometimes, and-” Heero glared at Duo, and his best friend subsided with a chuckle, “-just...trust me, Heero. Work on the expression a little.”
Heero frowned down at his glass-topped desk, at the little trapezium of space that wasn't covered by his files and stationery. So, he needed to practice looking more approachable, did he?
He glanced up to make sure that nobody was within sight or supernatural hearing. It was lunch-time, and everyone had gone off, would be off for at least another half hour or so. Reluctantly, but gradually determined, he cleared off a larger space in front of him, and stared down at his reflection.
“Hi,” he tried, and forced a smile. Even to himself, the effort looked slightly sickly.
He frowned again.
“Hi,” he muttered. Smile. Had to work on the happy vibes, Heero! Where are your happy vibes?! No. He looked more like a madman on the loose, and what the hell had possessed him to even take Duo's advice-?
“Hi,” a low voice, vaguely cautious, definitely amused, answered from the doorway.
Heero wondered if he was hearing things, and looked up. He blanched, and didn't think the color would ever return to his face.
Wufei stood in the doorway, one hand casually in the pocket of those sexy black pants, the other hand lightly grasping a packet of food, a small smile playing on those damnably tempting lips.
Over the noise of his blood stampeding south, and the utter mortification that threatened to swallow him alive, all Heero heard was “...Duo...asked...buy...food...for you...come back first.”
“Shall I put it here?”
Heero managed a nod. He looked everywhere but at Wufei, until the latter paused midway out the door, back to him, glancing back over one shoulder. After waiting for a cautious moment, he looked up, and caught the laughter in dark eyes.
He melted. Oh, how he melted.
Then Wufei was gone, and the door was swinging shut behind that tantalizing- Damn it!
Author: playpossum
Fandom: GW
Pairing: 1+5
Rating: G
Genre/Summary: Random funniness. Drabbles in an AU, where Heero and Duo are best friends (and lawyers!), and Wufei is. um. hot. and gay.
A/N: This is for all of you who reviewed the first batch of drabbles so encouragingly ^___^ Hope you enjoy reading.
“How about 'Nice tie. Want to sleep together?'”
Heero was going to strangle Duo. Right after he killed himself for the images that that particular pick-up line had inspired. “No,” he hissed through clenched teeth.
“'The word of the week is 'Legs'. Want to go back to my place and spread the word?'”
This was bad. This was bad. This was the last place Heero needed to be thinking about things like that. This was-
-long, slimly muscled brown legs, sliding apart, his hands traveling up that smooth, luscious skin...
Heero slapped himself mentally, hard, and wondered if it'd be too much to bang his head repeatedly on his desk.
One moment, Wufei was nodding to Heero slightly in greeting, and the next moment, Heero found himself with a armful of shocked Chinese man. Truth be told, Heero was rather shocked himself; he was surprised his blood pressure hadn't shot through the roof yet.
“Oops!” Duo's cheerful voice came from somewhere behind the stack of boxes that had to be piled at least 2 feet above the top of that auburn head. “My bad! Who did I knock into? I'm so sorry!”
Against his chest, Wufei was very, very still. Heero noticed absentmindedly the extremely becoming flush that was sweeping the tan cheeks.
Wufei coughed-a sound that seemed more choked than any cough Heero had ever heard. It took a few more moments for Wufei's words to penetrate.
“...can let go of me now.”
Heero would have leapt back in dismay if it'd been in his nature to do such a thing; as it was, his arms dropped from the other man's waist as if they'd been scalded. Wufei straightened up, bumping the back of his head into the stack of boxes; Duo was, unbelievably, still just standing there, tapping his foot.
“Is the road clear yet?” Duo chirped, following a heavy silence. There wasn't a hint of remorse in the grinning voice. Heero did his best to glare through the cardboard.
“Thank you,” Wufei muttered after a stiff pause, edging past Heero. The Chinese man darted an uncertain backward glance that traveled from the pile of boxes to Heero's face. Heero tried to pretend he wasn't aware, in the least, of the way the gaze lingered, and the way an answering heat was slowly climbing up under his collar.
Then Wufei was disappearing around the corner.
“Move it, Heero!” Duo admonished merrily, voice still muffled. “I have to get these boxes in to Storage right away!”
“You have to work on your smile, Heero. Your mouth looks like you're permanently sucking on a reeeeally sour lemon, and it's like the world has done you some injustice with the way you have that almost maniacal look in your eyes sometimes, and-” Heero glared at Duo, and his best friend subsided with a chuckle, “-just...trust me, Heero. Work on the expression a little.”
Heero frowned down at his glass-topped desk, at the little trapezium of space that wasn't covered by his files and stationery. So, he needed to practice looking more approachable, did he?
He glanced up to make sure that nobody was within sight or supernatural hearing. It was lunch-time, and everyone had gone off, would be off for at least another half hour or so. Reluctantly, but gradually determined, he cleared off a larger space in front of him, and stared down at his reflection.
“Hi,” he tried, and forced a smile. Even to himself, the effort looked slightly sickly.
He frowned again.
“Hi,” he muttered. Smile. Had to work on the happy vibes, Heero! Where are your happy vibes?! No. He looked more like a madman on the loose, and what the hell had possessed him to even take Duo's advice-?
“Hi,” a low voice, vaguely cautious, definitely amused, answered from the doorway.
Heero wondered if he was hearing things, and looked up. He blanched, and didn't think the color would ever return to his face.
Wufei stood in the doorway, one hand casually in the pocket of those sexy black pants, the other hand lightly grasping a packet of food, a small smile playing on those damnably tempting lips.
Over the noise of his blood stampeding south, and the utter mortification that threatened to swallow him alive, all Heero heard was “...Duo...asked...buy...food...for you...come back first.”
“Shall I put it here?”
Heero managed a nod. He looked everywhere but at Wufei, until the latter paused midway out the door, back to him, glancing back over one shoulder. After waiting for a cautious moment, he looked up, and caught the laughter in dark eyes.
He melted. Oh, how he melted.
Then Wufei was gone, and the door was swinging shut behind that tantalizing- Damn it!