Sleep Tight
Sleep Tight
Pair: (dark) 1+2, hints of 3+1.
Warning: Um... messed up. Very. Also, darkish. And... weird. Did I say messed up? Dialog fic. Psycho!Duo.
Note: Somehow inspired by the prompt table. Was tired, couldn't sleep. Sick. Wrote this. My first ever dialog fic, mostly because I was/am waaaaaaaay too out of it for pretty description and such. Heh!
Summary: Duo hates the cold. Really.
"You ever see Star Wars?"
"What? Duo--"
"No, seriously. That scene on the ice planet when Luke slices open that... that camel thing with the fur? What the hell were they called? And then he sleeps in it to stay warm."
"What are you doing with that knife?"
"I think they did the same thing in City Slickers. Can't remember. Anyway, it holds a grain a truth. Out in the old west, it gets cold, you gotta stay warm any way you can."
"I know it's cold. We'll get a fire going, and--"
"I hate the cold. I hate it. The way it seeps into creaking bones and makes you rattle inside. Shakes you up the way nothing else does. They say getting burned to death is much worse, but I'd rather not die sleeping. Amazing what can kill you in your sleep, know what I'm saying?"
"Duo, listen--"
"Shut up and lie down. Good boy. Now, the trick is to find a beast big enough to snuggle in. Gotta gut it out first, of course, you so you have room in the cavity wall. Horses can be good for that, but unfortunately we don't have any horses around here. In fact, we have nothing around here. Why, if you look around... we're in the middle of an Antarctic fucking desert. Alone. Now why is that, I wonder?"
"Duo?"
"Shh, baby, it's okay. Just close your eyes. This is how it starts. You close your eyes, and they freeze up that way. Die in their sleep like cute little Popsicles. I used imagine that if I found an oven somewhere I could melt them and they'd be better, but they never woke up again, Heero."
"Ung! You cut me--!"
"Gonna do a lot worse, honey. Your idea. Your bad plan. In the old days, men who failed as miserably as you fell on their own swords. Fortunately, I have a better death in mind."
"Duo! You're out of your--"
"Please, have some grace. You won't make for room like a wildebeest would, but you'll do. Gotta be some warmth in you, after all."
"I won't let you... I won't..."
"Having trouble fighting? Yeah, I forgot to mention. That soup you drank? That I so heroically let you have the rest of? I might've slipped some morphine in there."
"You wouldn't..."
"See, that's why taking things at face value is dangerous. People see you and they think, 'cold bastard.' Truth is, Heero, you're quite warm, and I can't wait to snuggle deep underneath your rib cage, squirm in that hot blood... You radiate heat, it slips from your pores screaming for release. Oh, I used to be just like you, desert dry and wanting..."
"Get... your hands... off me."
"...but I died. All that's left is an empty husk of what once was, and I take people like you, just to steal a little bit of it back. Sad to say, Heero, you've fallen in love with a corpse. But don't worry. You weren't the first."
"Duo..."
"Shush. Close your eyes. That's it... I'm not a cruel man... I'll wait. I'll wait until you sleep. I just want to be warm, understand? Not that hard to--"
"T-To... to... wh-at?"
"Oh, look. A helicopter!"
*
"Heero's stable. Duo, is there something you want to tell me?"
"About?"
"He's been drugged."
"He was in pain, Trowa."
"Yeah. I see that he's been cut."
"Of course he was. There was a mission."
"You're a bad liar. There's blood on your knife."
"What the hell are you trying to say? We were on a mission, Trowa! Ring any bells? Murder, wreak havoc, blow things up? Lots of bloody--"
"Quiet."
"Ow! Goddamnit, you still punch like a fucking--"
"I said quiet. It's not like you to lie, Duo... You're silent now? Interesting. What happened out there?"
"I was cold."
"You were cold."
"Yeah."
"Cold."
"That's right."
"You... because you were cold?"
"Yup."
"You're a fucking lunatic."
"That's rich, coming from y--sonuva--fuck!!"
"If you ever do that again, I will staple you to a very big tree and make tiny little incisions all over your body until you bleed to death, Maxwell."
"Staple, huh? Jesus fuck, you have a fist on you. Where'd you learn to punch like--ahh, fuck! Stop that!!"
"I'm serious."
"So am I!"
"I said I was serious."
"Never doubted you were, Barton."
"You threaten one of us again--"
"Pinky swear."
"If you lie--"
"Me? Lie? Remember who you're talking to, Tro--oh fuck, don't hit me again!"
"You stay away from them."
"Yeah. Sure. Whatever..."
"Oh, and Duo?"
"Ye--ow! What the fuck?!"
"You'll be sleeping with me tonight."
--Fini.
Uh, yeah. I'll wake up in the morning and totally regret this. xD
Pair: (dark) 1+2, hints of 3+1.
Warning: Um... messed up. Very. Also, darkish. And... weird. Did I say messed up? Dialog fic. Psycho!Duo.
Note: Somehow inspired by the prompt table. Was tired, couldn't sleep. Sick. Wrote this. My first ever dialog fic, mostly because I was/am waaaaaaaay too out of it for pretty description and such. Heh!
Summary: Duo hates the cold. Really.
"You ever see Star Wars?"
"What? Duo--"
"No, seriously. That scene on the ice planet when Luke slices open that... that camel thing with the fur? What the hell were they called? And then he sleeps in it to stay warm."
"What are you doing with that knife?"
"I think they did the same thing in City Slickers. Can't remember. Anyway, it holds a grain a truth. Out in the old west, it gets cold, you gotta stay warm any way you can."
"I know it's cold. We'll get a fire going, and--"
"I hate the cold. I hate it. The way it seeps into creaking bones and makes you rattle inside. Shakes you up the way nothing else does. They say getting burned to death is much worse, but I'd rather not die sleeping. Amazing what can kill you in your sleep, know what I'm saying?"
"Duo, listen--"
"Shut up and lie down. Good boy. Now, the trick is to find a beast big enough to snuggle in. Gotta gut it out first, of course, you so you have room in the cavity wall. Horses can be good for that, but unfortunately we don't have any horses around here. In fact, we have nothing around here. Why, if you look around... we're in the middle of an Antarctic fucking desert. Alone. Now why is that, I wonder?"
"Duo?"
"Shh, baby, it's okay. Just close your eyes. This is how it starts. You close your eyes, and they freeze up that way. Die in their sleep like cute little Popsicles. I used imagine that if I found an oven somewhere I could melt them and they'd be better, but they never woke up again, Heero."
"Ung! You cut me--!"
"Gonna do a lot worse, honey. Your idea. Your bad plan. In the old days, men who failed as miserably as you fell on their own swords. Fortunately, I have a better death in mind."
"Duo! You're out of your--"
"Please, have some grace. You won't make for room like a wildebeest would, but you'll do. Gotta be some warmth in you, after all."
"I won't let you... I won't..."
"Having trouble fighting? Yeah, I forgot to mention. That soup you drank? That I so heroically let you have the rest of? I might've slipped some morphine in there."
"You wouldn't..."
"See, that's why taking things at face value is dangerous. People see you and they think, 'cold bastard.' Truth is, Heero, you're quite warm, and I can't wait to snuggle deep underneath your rib cage, squirm in that hot blood... You radiate heat, it slips from your pores screaming for release. Oh, I used to be just like you, desert dry and wanting..."
"Get... your hands... off me."
"...but I died. All that's left is an empty husk of what once was, and I take people like you, just to steal a little bit of it back. Sad to say, Heero, you've fallen in love with a corpse. But don't worry. You weren't the first."
"Duo..."
"Shush. Close your eyes. That's it... I'm not a cruel man... I'll wait. I'll wait until you sleep. I just want to be warm, understand? Not that hard to--"
"T-To... to... wh-at?"
"Oh, look. A helicopter!"
*
"Heero's stable. Duo, is there something you want to tell me?"
"About?"
"He's been drugged."
"He was in pain, Trowa."
"Yeah. I see that he's been cut."
"Of course he was. There was a mission."
"You're a bad liar. There's blood on your knife."
"What the hell are you trying to say? We were on a mission, Trowa! Ring any bells? Murder, wreak havoc, blow things up? Lots of bloody--"
"Quiet."
"Ow! Goddamnit, you still punch like a fucking--"
"I said quiet. It's not like you to lie, Duo... You're silent now? Interesting. What happened out there?"
"I was cold."
"You were cold."
"Yeah."
"Cold."
"That's right."
"You... because you were cold?"
"Yup."
"You're a fucking lunatic."
"That's rich, coming from y--sonuva--fuck!!"
"If you ever do that again, I will staple you to a very big tree and make tiny little incisions all over your body until you bleed to death, Maxwell."
"Staple, huh? Jesus fuck, you have a fist on you. Where'd you learn to punch like--ahh, fuck! Stop that!!"
"I'm serious."
"So am I!"
"I said I was serious."
"Never doubted you were, Barton."
"You threaten one of us again--"
"Pinky swear."
"If you lie--"
"Me? Lie? Remember who you're talking to, Tro--oh fuck, don't hit me again!"
"You stay away from them."
"Yeah. Sure. Whatever..."
"Oh, and Duo?"
"Ye--ow! What the fuck?!"
"You'll be sleeping with me tonight."
--Fini.
Uh, yeah. I'll wake up in the morning and totally regret this. xD