Wonderboy

Dislcaimer: I don\'t own Gundam Wing, Bandai and Sunrise does. Nor do I own the song. That is all Tenacious D. I do not make any money off of these stories, if I did, I wouldn\'t have nearly the debt that I\'m wallowing in right now!

~High above the mucky-muck, castle made of clouds,~
~There sits Wonderboy, sitting oh so proudly. ~

High above the crowds of the city, in a castle made of clouds, sat Wonderboy, a.k.a. Trowa Barton, and his sidekick Heero Yuy. Trowa and Heero sat on top of one of the castle\'s towers and looked down upon those below, hoping to find someone causing trouble, an old lady who couldn\'t cross the street, or some other boy scouting deeds to do.

\"Hn\"

\"…\"

~Not much to say when you\'re high above the mucky-muck.~

It was a slow day down in the mucky muck. Noting much was happening. The two spandex clad figures sat bored staring at the nothingness that was their \'turf.\' There wasn\'t even a litterer. It was a dead day.

* * * * *

Meanwhile…

In the thirty story, glass coated skyscraper; the blond executive of Winner Enterprises sat buried knee deep in paperwork and wishing nothing more then the local superhero would get bored and come visit. He and Wonderboy had been getting into something of a relationship, which Quatre didn\'t mind at all. The orange and yellow spandex clad boy was more then attractive, and the young Mr. Winner didn\'t ever mind finding himself in those strong arms while they were flying over the city after yet another rescue. The aqua-eyed boy had found himself trying to get into trouble, just to get rescued by the unibanged superhero. Of course trouble always had a way of finding him too.

~Wonderboy, what is the secret of your power?~
~Wonderboy, won\'t you take me far away from the mucky-muck?~


That was the problem with controlling the largest developer of new and experimental weaponry and machinery. Evil genius seemed to like kidnapping him, like he had access to the plans or something. He was just the money. Although he had been working on a new weapon of his own. A new kind of mobile suit called a Gundam. They looked really cool at least, and that\'s what really mattered. Besides the fact that they had beam weapons and thermal blades. They really were pretty cool. Even his head of research had said so. Quatre had even thought up a new system that zeroed out all external distraction and helped the user to create better stragities. The young Arab was thinking that he should use it to help with business, but it wasn\'t ready yet. These machines were going to be weapons of mass destruction. People didn\'t need them, but when they did, well it was better to have them ready then to end up waiting to develop them when the time came, just in case.

Maybe he\'d make a Gundam for Wonderboy. That might make the handsome superhero stick around the next time he got rescued. Maybe he\'d even get a kiss for it. That would be nice…those thin lips…just waiting for a kiss…even if he wasn\'t eloquent, he was dead sexy.
Without any consideration for his daydreams the intercom speaker that connected him to his secretary beeped. \"Mr. Winner, there\'s a two men here, one with long hair whose dressed all in black leather and a Chinese man dressed like a seventies reject [1]. I think there here to kidnap you. Would you like me to let them in?\"

\"Ooh, yes let them in.\" Quatre\'s eyes lit up. Danger, again…Wonderboy again… This is going to be a good day.

* * * * *

~Now it\'s time for me to tell you about Young Nastyman,~
~archrival and nemesis of Wonderboy, with powers comparable to Wonderboy.~

The two men looked shocked that they were welcomed in the office, it didn\'t seem…right to be able to kidnap the \'damsel.\' They should have been told no, but of course this wasn\'t a nl dal damsel, seeing that he was a boy and all, but still this was Young Nasty Man and his sidekick Wu. This was the arch nemesis of Wonderboy, after all, and that was unibanged superhero\'s love interest.

Even as the door was opened for them, the costumed pair still didn\'t think their plan would work. But after they saw the slight frame and innocent blue eyes of their victim, they knew it would be easier then they\'d originally thought. He seemed more then willing.
\"So you\'re Young Nasty Man, it\'s nice to finally meet you,\" the young blond executive started. \"Although I must say I didn\'t expect you to be wearing a black leather cat suit, but that\'s OK. I\'m Quatre Winner, I don\'t have access to any of the plans but you can still kidnap me.\"

\"Well don\'t want you for the plans, just the superhero,\" the black, cat suit clad chestnut braid sporting Young Nasty Man said.

\"He didn\'t say anything about me,\" the sidekick mumbled.

\"You only want Wonderboy?\"

\"And you make me dress as a fucking dragon.\"

\"Yup, only the banged one.\"

\"And why an discount Iron Fist costume?\"

\"Your sidekick seems to talk to himself.\"

\"He does that.\"

\"I don\'t even look good in green spandex! WHAT IS IT ABOUT THE SPANDEX?\"

\"Is he done?\"

\"Almost.\"

\"I CAN\'T EVEN BREATH IN THESE THINGS. I CAN\'T BREATH.\" The Chinese boy then proceeded to pass out, right on the floor of the man who they were trying to kidnap.

\"Now he\'s done.\"

\"So what do you want with Wonderboy?\"

\"I just want to get his attention.\"

\"Oh, well then OK. That\'s all I want too.\"

\"Cool, so you\'ll come?\"

\"Sure.\"

Hoisting his sidekick over his shoulder fireman style, Young Nasty Man and the blond executive calmly walked out of the glass coated office building and back into the mucky-muck.

* * * * *

The inactivity was getting to our hero and his sidekick Heero. Wonderboy was finding himself dreaming of that young blond executive that he\'d rescued earlier that week, and the week before, and the week before that. It was amazing for one boy to get into trouble so much, not that he was complaining. He\'d never give up a chance to look deep into those wide aqua eyes as he held the blond Arab close. He\'d fallen hard this time.

\"You\'re thinking about Quatre again.\" Heero stated to the unibanged superhero.

\"….\"

\"He\'s cute.\"

\"Yeah.\"

\"He\'s also getting into a car with Young Nasty Man.\"

\"Nani?\"

\"And now they\'re driving away.\"

\"Are you sure?\"

\"Aa.\"

\"That\'s not a good thing.\"

\"We should stop them.\"

\"Yes.\"

\"Hai, now we have something to do.\"

~Come fly with me, fly!~

\"And I get to see Quatre again,\" Trowa added queitly. The smiles on the pair\'s faces told it all. Both sprang into action heading, jumping headlong off of their perch and aiming straight for the mucky-muck below.

* * * * *

\"They might be watching, you may want to struggle a little,\" the leather clad kidnaper mentioned as they neared outside door.

\"Oh, okay,\" the blonde\'s reply sounded more like a grade school student that had forgotten the rules of a game rather then the adult CEO he was. In fact the whole kidnapping was like two kids on the playground, with an unconscious friend tagging along.

~Take my hand!~

\"Um…GET IN THE CAR, BITCH!” the violet eyed super villain shouted pushing his kindappe towards the vehicle.

\"NO…DON\'T…SOMEONE HELP ME.\" The lines were coming poorly acted as Quatre barley fought his forced entry into the black gremlin, but still some passer-bys were convinced.

\"Someone call the police,\" one by-stander cried.

\"No, someone call Wonderboy,\" another one called.

\"You can\'t stop me fools,\" Young Nasty Man shouted striking a defiant look-at-my-pee-pee pose after depositing his still unconscious sidekick into the back seat. \"I am Young Nasty Man.\" He added with a short, evil laugh at the few gasps his statement received. At least he was getting some recognition as Wonderboy\'s arch nemesis. Last week no one knew his name. \"To the nasty mobile, away!\" He finished with before getting into the car and peeling out.

~Young Nastyman, and we\'ll fly!~

\"Anou,\" Quatre said scratching his head.

\"What.\"

\"Um…this is a gremlin.\"

\"Yup.\"

\"And it\'s going fast.\"

\"Yup. I made a few adjustments, like a big block and slam shifter. Even the nifty little shifter handle. Isn\'t it cool?\" The cat suit clad arch-nemesis said pointing to the schyth-shaped gear shift.

\"Sure, but why do all this to a gremlin.\"

\"Why not?\"

* * * * *

\"Can you see the car?\" Wonderboy asked Heero as they hovered above the city.

\"No, but how many tripped out gremlins are there in this city?\"

\"…\"

\"Why a gremlin?\"

\"Why not?\"

\"Hn.\"

Wonderboy looked at his watch. \"You’re going to be late for work.\"

\"I have a few minutes. What do you think he wants this time?\"

\"Attention. Perhaps you should talk to your boss about doing that story on him.\"

\"Aa. You think he\'s still at the same place?\"

\"Would he move?\"

\"Not after he got it decorated like he wanted.\"

\"He\'s too easy to read.\"

\"Hai.\" With that the exchange ended, Wonderboy headed off towards the docks and Young Nasty Man\'s lair while Heero headed off to the glass coated office building that housed the local newspaper.

~Wonderboy, what is the secret of your power?~
~Wonderboy, won\'t you take me far away from the mucky-muck man?~

* * * * *

\"You\'re late Lowe,\" the impressively tall, platinum blond editor yelled from his office as Heero passed. Kyle Lowe was the identity he\'d taken when for the real world, and he hated it.

\"Sorry sir, it couldn\'t be helped,\" he impassively replied as he moved to his cubical. He was the newspaper super hero corespondent. Every town with a super hero had one. Basicallyjustjust reported on the stuff that he and Wonderboy did. Made his life easy, but this was a slow day for the super duo so there wasn\'t much to report.

\"What do you have for me today, Lowe?\" his boss asked leaning down over the cubical wall, sending a waterfall of hair across the Velcro like materiel that cover the fake walls. Not only was the man majestically tall and lean, but he had a way of moving that made it impossible to detect, even for the overly sensitive senses of a superhero sidekick.

\"Nothing. It\'s been a slow day.\" The statement seemed unfinished even with the expressionless voice of its speaker.

\"Well you need to write something.” The exasperated editor said firmly.

“I\'d like to do a story on Young Nasty Man. Something like the man behind the mask.\"

\"The arch nemesis…not a bad concept Lowe. If you can find him, you can do it.\"

\"I already know where he is sir.\"

\"Good, go to it, but I want the story before midnight. You understand Lowe?\"

\"Yes Mr. Marquise.\"

* * * * *

\"Ninmu kanryu,\" Heero said into the cell phone mike as he turned on his car.

\"Really?\" the familiar voice of his superhero asked.

\"Hai, I\'m going there right now. Anything from you\'re end?\"

\"They\'re here. That\'s all.\"

\"You worried?\"

\"A little.\"

\"He\'ll be fine. He always is.\"

* * * * *

Inside the seemingly rundown warehouse, Young Nasty Man sat looking at his guest tied to a chair. \"You comfortable?\"

\"Well, as comfortable as you can get tied to a chair.\"

\"The ropes aren\'t too tight are they?\"

\"No not at all. Is he alright?\" Quatre asked nodding to the still unconscious Chinese boy.
\"He\'s been out an awful long time.\"

\"He\'ll come around soon.\" As if by cue the formerly limp body stirred, rolled onto it\'s side and mumbled something about justice. \"See he\'s still alive.\"

\"Oh, okay. So what\'s you\'re evil plan?\"

\"Ah…um…what makes you think I have an evil plan?\"

\"Villain\'s always have an evil plan. You always have an evil plan.\"

\"Um…let\'s just say it\'s match making.\"

\"Match making? You don\'t want Wonderboy do you?\"

\"Trowa? No way man. Not my type. Now his sidekick. Umm. That\'s what I call yummy.\"

~History of Wonderboy and Young Nastyman,~


Quatre sat for a second trying to remember a sidekick. He\'d never really paid attention before. He did vaguely remember a young Japanese boy with blue eyes that always seemed to be around. \"The Japanese boy?\"

\"Yup, Heero. God he looks good in those tiny little bike shorts.\"

\"I never noticed.\"

\"Wouldn\'t expect you too. See you want the banged wonder and I\'d love to get my hands on spandex boy so it just seemed like a good idea too…\"

~Riggah-goo-goo, riggah-goo-goo.~ [2]

\"Oh, good plan. But what about him?\"

\"Well, he\'s here to run interception, just in case someone comes in at the g tig time.\"

\"Oh, really good plan.\"

\"It gets even better. So, Heero works at the newspaper and since nothing\'s been happening today, except this well…\" As if a sign from God, there was a knock on the front door. \"That would be our young reporter now. Finally someone will stand up and take notice. God you\'d think that word of mouth would be enough to get recognition, but if you don\'t get your name plastered all over the paper no one knows who you are.\"

\"Well a few people did,\" Quatre added to the rant hoping to make the unconfident villain feel better.

\"But not enough. It\'s no good being an arch nemesis without the recognition,\" the black clad braided boy opened the door at that moment looking face to face with the object of his desires. \"Wouldn\'t you say Kyle?\"

~A secret to be told,~

\"Um…ah…how did you know who…\" the question faded off into space as he looked into the cobalt eyes of his enemy. He\'d never seen the man this close before and found the blue-violet orbs strikingly beautiful. Not to mention what he could see of the thin but defined body that the black leather barely contained.

\"I know a lot about you Kyle. Why don\'t you come in and join the party. I\'m sure you know Quatre Winner. He\'s my guest today. Go on make yourself comfortable. Would you like a beer or something?\" Heero moved in past his \'host\' while YoNastNasty Man shut the door behind him, but not before taking a good look at that beautiful ass in those ever so tight jeans. Sighing with contentment the super-villain followed the reporter over to the couches.

Flopping down on one of the worn down pieces of furniture, Heero took a long look around. It looked more like a college party house then an evil genius\'s lair. Still it had a certain kind of charm. It screamed Young Nasty Man. It was strange after all their fights; they\'d never been in the lair before. It was something sacred for the braided villain. Seemed…odd…but nice at the same time, although there was something violated by his presence there.

\"So Kyle, to what do I own you\'re incredibly sexy presence in my abode, I do hope it has something to do with defiling me in all those terrible dirty ways.\"

\"I was hoping for an interview.\"

~A secret to be told,~

\"Exactly what I had in mind, a complete defilement then. So what do you want to know?\" Heero pulled out his little reporter\'s notebook and flipped it open.

\"Well can I ask why you have Quatre Winner tied to a chair?\"

\"Sure can. Easy access.\"

\"Hn?\"

~a gold chest to be bold,~

\"Well, we both know that Wonderboy has the hots for him, and Mr. Winner\'s more then willing, so I figured that if he was tied to a chair the unibanged wonder would get the hint.\" A look of utter shock seemed to have settled on the reporter\'s face. \"What? Did you think I had something more diabolical up my sleeve?\"

\"Well it isn\'t exactly like you\'re other evil plans.\"

\"Like what?\"

\"Well the time you stole the shrink ray and started the shrink all the clothing in the shops.\"

\"Naked people…That was a good one.\"

\"And how about when you took control of the planetarium so that you could brainwash all the city\'s children.\"

\"You know there was more to that plot then just brainwashing...\"

\"And how about the time you kidnapped Heero, Wonderboy\'s sidekick, blindfolded him, tied him to a bed, and torturing him until…\"

\"Okay I think we\'ve got enough examples. So what\'s your point?\"

\"Hey I\'d like to hear more about that…\" the blond started

\"Quatre, do you want me to let you go?\" asked the evil genius.

\"No.\"

\"Then please, I\'m having a nice chat with the reporter. Now blue eyes you were saying…\"

~And blasting forth with three-part harmony, yeow!~

\"It just doesn\'t fit with an agenda of any sort. All arch nemesi have agendas. Your antics don\'t seem to fit any pattern.\"

\"None that you can see,\" the blond laughed.

\"Quatre,\" the black clad villain warned. \"Well, he said it. They all circle around one point, my master plan, but of course it\'s not obvious to anyone who isn\'t looking for it.\"

\"Will you tell me?\" teporeporter asked.

\"He\'d rather show you,\" the semi-conscious Chinese man mumbled from the bed.

\"Nani?\" Heero exclaimed.

\"OK. There\'s too many people contributing. \'Fei why don\'t you take Blondie here into the other room, and then you can change out of the spandex. Kay? This is time for me and the reporter.\"

\"Out of the spandex?\" The dragon dressed boy said sitting up. \"Only if I don\'t have to put it on again.\"

\"Fine, wear you\'re kung-fu stuff. I don\'t care if you look like Cain just as long as you leave me alone!\" With a smirk, the onyx-eyed boy picked up the \'hostage\', chair and all, hau hauled the two of them into one of the bedrooms. After the door shut, Young Nasty Man look back to his remaining guest with a seductive grin, \"Now where were we?\"

\"I was asking you about your motives.\"

\"Well, you see I\'m a hedonist. An equal-opportunity hedonist. I want everyone to have the same amount of pleasure. That\'s all I\'m trying to do, well that and get some for myself.\"

\"So you just want everyone to be happy?\"

\"Including me. of cof course the object of my affection is a little dense. I don\'t think he\'s ever noticed me.\"

\"Oh, that\'s too bad. So this new scheme is all about…\"

\"Making Wonderboy happy, he and the cute blond. They\'re just too shy for their own good.\" Young Nasty Man moved a little closer to his prey, his cobalt eyes boring into Heero\'s Prussian with a look of unabashed hunger.

\"You can say that again.\" Heero found his voice an octave or two higher then usual. He was having a hard time controlling himself hearing the creak of leather as it stretched over taught muscles as his host moved closer with those animalistic eyes.

\"So what else do you want to know?\"

\"Well, you never use them, do you have any powers?\" The reported said breaking eye contact and looking back at his notebook, noting the sag of the couch as the bad guy moved closer. Could you even call him a bad guy though? He really wasn\'t evil; he just wanted everyone to have a good time. Was that really bad? Still….

\"Besides infallicharcharm and charisma? Well let\'s see. I do remember having powers. What were they again? Most of my powers are mental ones. Let\'s see. How about the power of flights? Does that do anything for you? That\'s levitation. How about the power to killer yak at five hundred yards, with mind bullets? That\'s telekinesis Kyle.\"[3]

\"Those aren\'t bad.\" By this time Young Nasty Man had practically crawled into his lap and was dangerously close to one oh Heero\'s ears.

\"How about the power to move you?\" he was whispered into that same ear as a leather encased hand rested on his upper thigh. \"I\'d really like to make you happy Heero, if you\'d just let me.\" Even with the use of his real name, the sidekick was lost in the soft voice and the play of breath across his skin. God it had been a long time. \"Do you have anymore questions for me?\"

\"Un-huh.\"

\"How many?\" A strong wet muscle gently traced across his earlobe.

\"Two.\"

\"Do you mind if I play while you ask them.\" Heero was starting to feel like his pants were never going to be able to fit again. Oh how he wanted his bike shorts again.

\"No.\"

\"Good.\" Young Nasty Man, never being one to turn down a polite invitation, began to nibble on his interviewer’s ear. \"Ask away.\"

\"Well…um…ah…where did you get the costume?\"

\"Um, good question,\" he answered pausing in his oral ministrations, but beginning an assault on those tight, muscular thighs with his deft fingers. \"Well there was a sale after Halloween one year, and I looked at it and said it was perfect. It even came with the cowl.\"

\"I\'d say it\'s perfect,\" the Prussian eyed boy responded without thinking.

\"So you like it?\"

\"Um...\"
I loI look even better out of it.\" By this time Heero though his erection was going to tear his jeans in two. \"What\'s the other question?\"

\"What\'s you\'re real name?\"

\"My secret identity? That one\'s going to cost you,\" the villain smirked as he climbed into the reporter\'s lap.

\"H…how much,\" Heero stuttered as the firm ass of his subject rubbed against his groin.

\"My, my you\'re big. Goody for me. The cost is one good kiss. Do you think you can handle it?\"

\"Hai.\"

\"Oh, I just love bi-lingual men. Just something about the thought of multiple tongues...\" The Japanese boy started into those entrancing eyes, losing himself in the deep multicolored pools. When he was this close it was hard to tell what color they were at all. The vivid blue was flecked with a shade of purple that put their namesaked flower to shame. They were the most beautiful eyes he\'d ever seen.

After more then a few moments of starting, the subject of his gaze cleared his through to catch his attention. He realized that the man on his lap wasn\'t going to initiate the kiss. The payment was to receive one good kiss, not give one. Taking his cue, the young sidekick leaned forward and took perfectly formed soft lips with his, kissing the bed oed one with all his might, which was considerable.

* * * * *

It was getting dark. Dark and cold. Trowa didn\'t like being cold. Heero had gone inside a while ago, and still there was no noise. There was nothing, but the silence and cold. That and the dark. He was bored. He didn\'t like being bored either. Especially since his Quatre was in there. Even though he\'d never spoken his feelings for the excessively beautiful boy, he knew that the other reciprocated them, he had to. No one could look at another human like that without feeling something. Hell there\'d been more the one occasion that he\'d wanted to speak of his undying love to the young Arabian, there\'d even been some beautiful moments for kisses, but he was a wimp when it came to emotions like that. He wasn\'t some giggly schoolgirl, he was superhero. There was no time to be mushy. There was time for action.

~Bring out your broadsword.~

Finally getting fed up with the waiting, Wonderboy jumped from his perch on the rooftop, executing several twist and flips in midair before landing with his traditional cat-like grace on the sidewalk below. A look of determination crossed his face as he moved towards the door of his arch nemesis\'s lair, bursting through it without even the remote politeness of knocking, and walking in on his sidekick making out with Young Nasty Man in the middle of the room.

~There\'s the hydra.~

\"HEERO! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?\" the orange and yellow clad superhero cried at the sight.
Half lidded eyes looked at him, their Prussian blue faded and hazy with passion.

~Slice his throat!~

\"Gathering information.\" The black hared boy looked back at the boy on his lap. \"Was that good enough?\"

\"Uh-huh.\"

\"So...\"

\"My name is Duo. Duo Maxwell.\"

\"I could have told you that!\" Trowa exclaimed still frozen in the doorway. Heero threw him another half giddy smirk.

\"He\'s in there,\" the Japanese sidekick said pointing towards a door on the other wall. \"Have fun,\" he added before turning back to the villain on his lap and going in for another kiss.

\"Oh no you don\'t,\" the braided boy said stopping the sidekick mid-appraoch. \"We\'re going to finish this elsewhere.\" With that he hauled the other boy up with him and drug him into one of the other doors on the far wall. \"And now that you know my name I expect you to be crying it all night.\" Duo added for emphasis.

~And grab his scroat.~

Trowa didn\'t really watch this exchange, thinking that what hidekidekick did in private was his own business. Instead of gawking he headed to the door that his Quatre was behind and throwing it open.

\"Good, you\'re finally here,\" the Chinese boy, who was usually dressed in a green leusire suit looking thing said, \"You watch him now.\" With that he headed out of the room and shut the door behind him, leaving Wonderboy and the aqua-eyed executive alone in a comfortably decorated bedroom.

~You take the high road,~

The chair that Quatre had been bound to before was toppled over in the corner, and the blond was now lying on a bed with his hand tied behind his back, naked as the day he was born. \"Oh Wonderboy, I was wondering when you\'d come. I was beginning to get worried that you didn\'t care anymore.\"

\"Um…ah…\" the flush that rose in Trowa\'s checks clashed with the colors of his costume. The angelic boy restrained on the bed was giving him ideas that he wasn\'t sure he should be having. \"Well, I\'m here now. To rescue you,\" he couldn\'t look his love in the eyes because they were focused on the expanse of creamy, white skin that was exposed and wanting ever so much to caress it with more then his eyes.

\"Oh, you\'re not suppose to rescue me,\" Quatre beamed. \"Young Nasty Man said you\'re supposed to seduce me, although if you don\'t want to do that I\'d settle for a kiss. You know, I thought that being coy would work with you, but I guess…\" the mouth of the unibanged wonder swallowed up the rest of the comment. This was one trap that Wonderboy didn\'t mind falling into. Young Nasty Man couldn\'t be all bad for this.

When the kiss broke the stoic superhero looked at his \'damsel in distress.

\"Would you like me to untie you Quatre?\"

\"If you want to. I don\'t really care as long as you\'re here. I\'d just like to know your secret identity.\"

\"Trowa Barton, but I stole that name too. Really I don\'t have one.\"

\"Oh that\'s so sad. Well I like Trowa, it suites you well.\"

\"Thanks,\" Trowa said as he finished undoing the knots.

Two slim arms wrapped around the spandex clad neck that had just freed them. \"Now Mr. Barton, I think that you\'re overdressed, and personally I don\'t know how to get someone out of something like this, so if you\'d like to make a slow show of undressing…\"
\"You know what you want don\'t you?\"

\"Always, and usually I\'m only this direct if I really want it. So Trowa…if you\'d please…\"

~I\'ll take the low.~

* * * * *

Wufei sat on one of the living room listening to the noises of unadulterated fun and wishing that he had someone to experiment with. Well at least he didn\'t have to wear the spandex anymore. That was always a plus. He wouldn’t hyperventilate again either. Now he was just going to get stuck with bloody noses. Oh well. It wasn\'t that bad, comparatively speaking. At any rate, now he didn\'t have to listen to Duo rant about how good it would feel to just kiss Heero. Now the braided boy could just rant about how good it felt to fuck the strong, silent sidekick, which if he was going to be able to deal with that tomorrow, he\'d need to get some sleep. They were going to be going at it all night and he really didn\'t need to be hearing that in stereo.

The Chinese minion laid down on one of the ratty old couches, which were comfortable from years of use, and proceeded to fall asleep and dream of well endowed, strong women. Maybe one day he\'d find a girl like that, but until then his fantasies would have to do.

* * * * *

Wonderboy and Heero were yet again sitting on their favorite tower of the cloud castle, high above the mucky-muck waiting for something bad to happen. Strange it had only been the night before that they\'d been at Young Nasty Man\'s lair. Both sat, smiling, their minds clogged with nice hentai thoughts.

\"Young Nasty Man wasn\'t that bad was he?\" Trowa asked breaking the silence.

\"Not at all,\" Heero answered with his hentai grin.

\"Pervert.\"

\"He was nice.\"

\"Yeah.\"

\"He wants to make people happy.\"

\"He made you really happy.\"

\"Omeo o korosu.\"

\"Maybe we should have him over sometime.\"

\"Hn.\"

\"Our walls make less noise.\"

\"Hn. Maybe we should have Quatre-kun over too.\"

\"...\"

\"Our beds squeak less.\"

\"True.\" The companionable silence fell over them again. \"Was you editor mad that you\'re story was late.\"

\"A little, until he read it. It\'ll be in tomorrow\'s paper.\"

\"So did he like the headline?\"

\"Wonderboy and Young Nasty Man join forces? It\'s the reason I still have a job.\"

\"Did you fall as hard as I did?\"

\"Hai.\"

\"Maybe we should just have them move it.\"

\"Hai.\"

Using up their quota of words for the day, the pair looked back into the mucky-muck hoping to find something to do. It looked like it might be another slow day.

~There, the crevasse, ~
~Fill it with your mighty juice.~


~*Fin*~

1. Have you ever seen Iron Fist? Yeah Iron Fist...leave it Marvel to make an Asian superhero stuck in the disco era!

2. I did mention this wasn\'t a serious fic, right?

3. Yes these are actual song lyrics. I kept listening to the song and I could just hear Duo saying them.