| you don't have to put this up or anything, just thought you might enjoy it :) Disclaimer: I don't own any gundam stuff in any way, shape or form. I'm not making any money off this, so please don't sue! Warnings: See Below Duo collapsed on the couch, wearily trying to remove glitter from his clothes. He didn't even want to THINK about his hair. Looking over at his equally beglittered partner, he would have laughed at Heero if he had the energy. Pink leggings... pink tu-tu... hair sprayed neon pink.. Pink is Not Heero's color. "I know you're laughing at me." Heero said, hiding a weary smile. "I'll have you know that if you do, I'll write the whole story of what heppened into this report." "You wouldn't dare!" prying himself up, he dragged himself over to where Heero hunched over his laptop. "Oh no.. I just realized.. you DO have to make a report on this since it was a mission! We'll never live this down!" Tearing the lace off of his bodysuit, Duo eyed the neon yellow in disgust. "Well, I might be able to remedy this... for a price. You have to be my love-slave for a week." "Deal." Duo watched the computer carefully as Heero typed up the report. *** Warnings: This report contains: Graphic Sexual Actions. Foul Language. Violence. Teen Sex. Yaoi. Yuri. Men dressed up as little girls and enjoying it. Infiltration. Penetration. espinoge, Dirty Jokes, Death, Guns, and SAP. Misson Accomplished. Continue sending report? *** "I don't believe it.. even though that's all true.. well kinda.. You think That is going to stop them from demanding a full report?" Duo gave Heero a stunned look. "Trust me." *** No Report necessary. One week's leave granted for recovery. Missions will resume in seven days. *** "Now how did you do that?" Duo asked, eyes shining with gratitude and wonder "Simple. The doctors already have overactive imaginations. Now go get us something to eat, slave." "Yes Sir!" Duo dragged himself off to the kitchen. It was sooo worth it. |