Halloween Bets
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Gundam Wing/AC › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
11
Views:
2,905
Reviews:
9
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Currently Reading:
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Chapter 6
Chapter 6
“Am I missing something?” I asked. I didn’t really find anything so hilarious about the situation, but Duo was about to start crying, he was laughing so hard.
“Let me,” gasp of air. “guess: you’re costume” another gasp. “is basically a streetwalker, right?” he asked, taking another deep breath of air in an attempt to calm himself.
“Yeah,” I said slowly, still unsure of where this was going.
He just smiled at me, continuing to inhale deeply. “We have both, officially, been played.”
“What do you mean?” Okay, now I am, officially, confused. Played by who?
“Quatre, the illustrious mastermind that he is, also made a bet with me; you’ll never guess what about,” he looked at me knowingly.
“Oh, you have got to be kidding me,” my glare was on full force, I was so royally pissed.
He smirked, “Oh no, I do not.” He paused looking deeply into my eyes. “But now the question is: What are we going to do to get him back?”
I paused, thinking. It was going to be difficult. Pulling anything over on the Blonde One was never an easy task. That guy only looked innocent and trusting – he was anything but. Oooo, a thought! I smirked.
“I think I have an idea. It will definitely take some ironing out though.” Duo started to open his mouth, but I covered his lips with a finger. “For now though,” I looked very pointedly at him. “We will play our roles. Agreed?”
He furrowed his brow. I raised an eyebrow at him, to which he saw and then raised me an additional eyebrow. Then that lovely evil and conniving smile graced his lips and I was comforted that all would be well. I kissed that smirking mouth and stood up from the couch, heading toward my room, but paused.
“Duo?”
“Hmm?” he responded, distracted, no doubt, by thoughts of tonight.
“What, exactly, are you going to be tonight?”
He smiled that evil smile again, and looked up at me. “I am a pimp.”
My jaw must have dropped, because then he gave a little chuckle. “Or more specifically,” he added. “I am your pimp.”
I think I made some sort of choking noise. I’m sure it must have sounded awful.
“So remember Heero,” he stood from the couch and walked up to me, our noses almost touching. “Tonight, your time is all mine.” Then he kissed me on the nose and walked into his room, soda in hand.
“Am I missing something?” I asked. I didn’t really find anything so hilarious about the situation, but Duo was about to start crying, he was laughing so hard.
“Let me,” gasp of air. “guess: you’re costume” another gasp. “is basically a streetwalker, right?” he asked, taking another deep breath of air in an attempt to calm himself.
“Yeah,” I said slowly, still unsure of where this was going.
He just smiled at me, continuing to inhale deeply. “We have both, officially, been played.”
“What do you mean?” Okay, now I am, officially, confused. Played by who?
“Quatre, the illustrious mastermind that he is, also made a bet with me; you’ll never guess what about,” he looked at me knowingly.
“Oh, you have got to be kidding me,” my glare was on full force, I was so royally pissed.
He smirked, “Oh no, I do not.” He paused looking deeply into my eyes. “But now the question is: What are we going to do to get him back?”
I paused, thinking. It was going to be difficult. Pulling anything over on the Blonde One was never an easy task. That guy only looked innocent and trusting – he was anything but. Oooo, a thought! I smirked.
“I think I have an idea. It will definitely take some ironing out though.” Duo started to open his mouth, but I covered his lips with a finger. “For now though,” I looked very pointedly at him. “We will play our roles. Agreed?”
He furrowed his brow. I raised an eyebrow at him, to which he saw and then raised me an additional eyebrow. Then that lovely evil and conniving smile graced his lips and I was comforted that all would be well. I kissed that smirking mouth and stood up from the couch, heading toward my room, but paused.
“Duo?”
“Hmm?” he responded, distracted, no doubt, by thoughts of tonight.
“What, exactly, are you going to be tonight?”
He smiled that evil smile again, and looked up at me. “I am a pimp.”
My jaw must have dropped, because then he gave a little chuckle. “Or more specifically,” he added. “I am your pimp.”
I think I made some sort of choking noise. I’m sure it must have sounded awful.
“So remember Heero,” he stood from the couch and walked up to me, our noses almost touching. “Tonight, your time is all mine.” Then he kissed me on the nose and walked into his room, soda in hand.