Warnings and Disclaimers: I don't own Gundam Wing, and if you thought
I did, you were sorely mistaken.
This Fic Contains: Yaoi, 1x2/2x1, humor?, rated: R?, possible lemon in
the next part, brief mentions of other pilots, cognizant household appliances,
foods, and the house itself, and several twisty plot designs intended
to make you wonder what the heck is going to happen, although you always
know it will probably just be sex... again... oh gee, darn huh?
+ Part 1
The overwhelming smell of
hot fresh popped corn filtered through the kitchen. It inched its way
slowly up the stairs and drifted down the hallway. Without even knocking,
for it was not a polite sort of smell, it barged right into a small bedroom.
It sifted slowly over the two beds and eventually flew right up the nose
of a certain boy, who had been trying to write up a mission report.
Heero paused and sniffed cautiously
at the air. It smelled, well, it smelled like something he had never smelled
before. Hot and tantalizing, and everything all warm and salty. He leisurely
got up from his chair and made his way out the door and down the stairs
towards that elusive odor. Slowing as he approached the kitchen, he could
hear someone singing quietly just behind the door. Opening it a crack
he peered in, and then quickly pulled his head back as the smell leaped
out at him tackling his nostrils once again.
But of course it was too late,
he was hooked. Without even a second thought he pushed the door open and
walked into the enticing aroma. He just stood there, his hands hanging
loosely at his side, face in its perpetual mask. Duo stood across from
him, back turned and hips swaying slightly. Apparently he was still unaware
of the sudden danger that had just entered the room.
Heero was absolutely confounded
for a moment; all that he could see in the kitchen was Duo and some sort
of strange pot standing on the counter. The pot was at this moment making
odd little popping noises and occasionally hissing. Still singing softly,
Duo raised the lid, peered in and then quickly slammed the lid back on
Sneaking up behind the distracted
braided boy, Heero peered over Duo's shoulder at the bizarre popping pot.
The lid was clear and yellow, and just visible under it were fluffy white
pieces of something furiously banging around inside the pot.
"What is that?" Startled by
the sudden question directed at him from what, just a few moments ago
had been an empty kitchen, Duo nearly jumped out of his skin.
"Heero! Geeze, could you maybe
announce yourself next time or something?" Slim arms crossed and a mock
glare tried to attack Heero by leaping out of Duo's eyes. But it failed,
miserably; glaring just didn't belong on the braided boys face, at least
not right now, when popcorn smell was drifting into everyone's noses.
A smile replaced what tried
to be a frown, and Duo turned and grinned down at the popping pot.
"It's popcorn, haven't you
ever tried it before?"
Heero, who was an expert when
it came to all kinds of frowns and glares did both, and aimed them at
the pot sitting on the counter.
"Really? Wow. Ok, well as
soon as this is done you're going to have to try it!" With an extremely
large and beatific smile, Duo slid across the kitchen floor in his sock
clad feet and whipped open the refrigerator door.
"I just need to melt the butter."
"Uh huh, it makes it all that
much better." With a wink and a grin, and his braid whirling behind him,
Duo grabbed a stick of butter and a small bowl. Quickly the butter was
set inside the bowl and the microwave melted it within seconds.
The microwave was wondering
why the idiot with the braid didn't just make popcorn like everyone else
in the world did. By buying one of those neat little packets, ripping
off the plastic protection and throwing it into it. It also proudly admitted
it would only take minutes to cook the popcorn, and butter was already
included. But Duo did not listen to the ramblings of kitchen appliances,
let alone was he able to actually hear them talking, so he quite rightly
ignored the snotty microwave and did it all His way.
Butter melted into a yellow
mass of liquid, and happy thoughts of popcorn ran through its mind. For
just as the microwave could talk, the butter could long for things, and
it desperately longed to be drizzled over objects and food in its sexual
liquid state. Butter was a horny little hentai.
Luckily Duo and Heero had
no clue that everything around them was alive in its very own special
way, or the following events probably would have never occurred.
With a bright and sunny expression,
the braided boy turned off the popper and waited for all the white fluffy
pieces to calm the hell down. It took a few seconds, popcorn gets rather
excited when it gets dumped into oil and then heated up slowly, it too
was a little hentai. In point of fact the entire damned house was a little
hentai, it tended to groan loudly when the wind blew it.
But ignoring all this, as
they rightly should, not being able to hear or see a bit of it, the boys
continued making popcorn. Actually, Heero watched, and Duo made, but that's
just splitting hairs.
Careful not to burn himself,
Duo dumped the popcorn into a large bowl and liberally poured melted butter
all over it, both butter and popcorn nearly orgasming from the contact.
Heero had his arms crossed and watched the entire proceedings, his eyes
shifting to follow as Duo slid across the floor again and retrieved the
saltshaker. Spinning around and sliding back to the counter again, the
braided pilot sprinkled salt on the ecstatic popcorn and butter, all three
entities going bananas together, moaning loudly.
Taking a piece of the completely
voluptuous popcorn between his fingers, Duo turned and looked at the silent
Heero Yuy, who in turn stood and looked at the grinning boy.
"Try it." And with that, Duo
popped the piece of fluffy off-white stuff into Heero's semi open mouth,
and stood back. The blue-eyed pilot chewed contemplatively for a moment,
rolling the flavors around in his mouth, tasting the mixture, weighing
the pros and cons. It took a few minutes as you can gather; Heero really
liked to think things through.
With a brief, but lesser glare,
the wing pilot helped himself to a handful of the popcorn and shoved it
into his mouth. Duo stared in utter amazement for about five seconds and
then grabbed his own handful and mimicked the happily chewing boy. Their
eyes met briefly, and perhaps the aura of hentai that the three entities
known as butter, popcorn, and salt exuded had some effect on the two boys.
Because without missing a beat Duo turned and slid towards the refrigerator,
"Drink?" He threw over his
"Yeah." Heero caught the question
and threw back his reply.
And Duo quickly returned to
the counter with some sort of drink, it turned out to be a soda for each
of them. Though what soda it was, was completely unknown as someone had
gone and carefully covered the cans in black electric tape.
Heero raised an eyebrow at
the rather odd can, but opened it never the less and took a large swallow.
"Root beer," he managed to
gasp out, then burped loudly.
Duo opened his own can, and
carefully took a sip.
"Cream soda, you know we really
need to stop letting Quatre pick the type of soda we have in this place."
Heero nodded his agreement
and reached for some more popcorn, leaning against the counter and idly
staring at his soda can in its tape.
"Why did he dress it up?"
"The can? I'm not sure...
I think I heard him say something to Trowa about giving us a few more
surprises in life." Duo shook his head and glanced at his own can. "But
how this could be considered any sort of surprise when we all know what
Quatre buys for soda..."
"Duo?" Heero turned and stared
at the braided pilot.
The Japanese boy fixed his
gaze on what was left of the melted butter, and then he raised his eyes
to Duo's questioning own.
"Are you going to be using
the rest of that," he pointed a finger, "for anything?"
Thoroughly bemused, Duo shook his head no, and watched in fascination
as Heero picked up the bowl of melted butter, his eyes taking on a strange
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