Part Two! Aren't you all so proud of us? Umm... nope, not much explaining
going on in this chapter... And more mysteries! Don't you just love us?
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Culture Clash!
by Those Who Wish to Remain Anonymous... and Death's Dragon Productions
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"Who is he, and can I take his clothes off?"
"Kisama!" Wufei's eyes flew open and he jumped to his feet,
automatically slipping into a defensive stance. What met his eyes was... a
smooth, lean, flawless expanse of chest. Wufei looked up... and up... up
until finally he saw a pair of moist, pouty lips, a small button nose, and a
pair of large, deep, *endless* coffee-colored eyes. The Chinese boy
shivered, hands falling to his sides, lost in a sea of warm golden-brown.
Everyone else in the room just stared.
Jerrimi gently ran his delicate fingers down Wufei's slightly pink cheek,
leaning closer. He licked his lips slowly and said, "You should take a
picture, luv. It'll last longer." And he placed a feather light kiss on
Wufei's barely parted lips.
Wufei whimpered and fell to his knees. Heero glared at Jerrimi, quite
naturally assuming that the tall boy had done the same, at one point, to Duo.
Also quite naturally he was jealous. Therefore he decided to do something
about it. Before Duo could react Heero had him up against the wall in a
passionate liplock.
"Mmmph!" was Duo's rather annoyed, less than enthusiastic response. The
braided boy flailed, vainly attempting to dislodge The Perfect Soldier.
Jerrimi completely ignored the "couple" in the corner, and knelt, still
intent on seeing Wufei blush. Ender, who was now clinging quite happily to
Quatre's left hand, was simply watching, an "I don't get it..." expression on
his face. Trowa glanced at Quatre with a raised eyebrow, which was met with
a half-hearted shrug. Giving the "couples" a weird look, Quatre placed his
unoccupied hand over Ender's eyes.
Ender huffed softly and turned away, not particularly minding, and
turned his attention back to the door, which he was sure would open soon.
Duo was furiously pounding his fists against Heero's back, biting down hard
on the other pilot's tongue and lips. Jerrimi, evil thing that he was, had
begun nuzzling Wufei's neck, gently nibbling his way down the salty bronze
skin, his strong arms wrapped tightly around the Chinese boy.
Wufei whimpered, turning a deep pink , hands unconsciously wrapping in
Jerrimi's hair. Heero's reaction wasn't quite as positive. He released Duo
from the kiss before growling, "mine," and biting Duo's neck savagely.
Ender giggled, chirping, "Dragon-sama isn't going to be very happy, no
da!"
Quatre decided it was time to stop trying to rationalize all this and
went back to concentrating on the little boy who was now gnawing on his hand.
"Anou na... Ender-kun, would you please stop that." What made it worse was
the fact that it didn't feel all that bad. (One author screams. "Dammit, I
don't want them *all* to have shota complexes!")
Jerrimi smiled, blowing a slow, cool stream of air against the base of
Wufei's neck, delighting in the shivers it sent down the other boy's spine.
He glanced around, and scooped up the smaller boy, smirking as he stood. "If
you need anything... ask someone else. We'll be in one of the bedrooms."
There was a short pause, and, just as warning, Jerrimi added, "Do be dolls
and ignore any loud noises from the room, mmkay?" And with that, he turned,
and began to slowly walk down the hall.
Ender giggled, sparkling eyes on Jerrimi, before looking back up to
Quatre. "But you taste good, Quatre-sama. Daddy always said I should eat
anything that tastes good!" He smiled innocently up at the blonde pilot
while licking his pale hand. Quatre blinked and blushed.
Duo took the distraction provided by Jerrimi to his advantage, hitting
Heero hard against the side of his head, and darting to the other side of the
room, hiding behind Trowa as best he could.
Trowa sighed and hid Duo, at least as well as possible seeing how he's a
stick, leveling his cool green gaze on Heero, who was rubbing his head and
fuming. "Heero, perhaps you should be a bit more circumspect. Duo, calm
down." His eyes narrowed. "By the way, how many more people should we be
expecting? I'll make coffee." An anguished scream rose from the bedroom
while both Quatre and Duo snickered. Trowa just looked confused.
Wufei's scream was quickly turned into a groan.... "No... more...
coffee... jokes!"
Jerrimi's deep laughter was heard from the back room. Another groan from
Wufei. Silence. Ender giggled, and began sucking on Quatre's index
finger, stopping only to grin at Trowa and say, "I'd like my coffee with
extra cream and sugar!" Quatre turned as bright red as a poppy. Ender began
sucking on another of Quatre's fingers, slowly, tongue moving slowly over the
soft, sweet skin.
Duo shook his head slowly, "Ender, please, I told you not to take your
coffee in the front room."
"D-duo!" Quatre squeaked, glancing nervously at the blue-haired boy. He
suppressed a moan, reflecting that, even if the child didn't know what he was
doing he was awfully good at it. "Don't make such jokes in front of a little
kid!"
Duo glanced over at Ender, whose eyes held a laughing, evil gleam of
intent. Ender began nibbling at the tips of Quatre's fingers. Duo snorted.
"S'not like he's innocent or anything, Quatre!"
The angelic-looking pilot glanced down at Ender, who was quite
contentedly sending shivers up and down the blond's spine with a combination
of soft lips and sharp teeth. The boy blinked and stared back at him with
wide, questioning eyes. "What are you talking about, Duo? He's just a sweet
little boy. Ender, would you like some ice cream?" Just then there was
another loud groan from the bedroom, saving Quatre from having to suppress
his own. Trowa gave a long-suffering sigh and moved away from Duo to plop
down on the couch.
Ender smiled brightly and gave an enthusiastic "mmaaaiiimph!" as Quatre
led him, bouncing into the kitchen.
As soon as the pair was out of sight, Duo furrowed his brows and crossed
his arms, gaze fixed on Trowa. "And what are *you* complaining about? You
don't have Berriberri," a nod towards the bedroom, "Balls of Steel," a nod at
Heero, who was looking quite miffed as he leaned against the wall, "or the
Evil Fluff Demon," this nod was directed towards the kitchen, "after *your*
ass."
Trowa shrugged. "No, but I have to deal with all of you. And Heero's
going to be complaining all night. Do you know how hard it is to get sleep
with him ranting about his love for you?!"
Duo opened his mouth to speak, "I broke up with him for a reaso--" but
was cut short by an icy voice with a red-hot source.
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What do you all think...? C&C greatly appreciated!
Next chapter: More mysteries! In fact, a list of the mysteries so far! And
Trowa gets a crush. Oh yes, and more bad innuendoes.
Those Who Wish to Remain Anonymous and Death's Dragon Productions
The Prince of Dragons
Was volunteered for the job of sending this out 'cause she's on the most
lists...
I hate my job...