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"Spare Parts"Written By: Asymphototropic
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam wing. Author: Asymphototropic (attracted toward the
light, but never quite arrives there) Email: asymphototropic@aol.com Rating: NC 17 Warnings: Yaoi, Lemon Summary: Heero goes bargain hunting and comes home with some inyeresting articles. Pairings: 1x2
"Spare Parts" It was a fascinating assemblage. Maxwell shook his head. His roommate had returned from the grocery store with some ordinary items and some not-so-ordinary. Fresh fruits and vegetables, carefully chosen for prime ripeness, Duo's favorites. Bread and cheese. And rice, plenty of rice. He was getting used to having frequent servings of rice. Even having it at breakfast didn't seem strange anymore. Just like having food anytime he wanted didn't seem strange anymore. "Bargains galore," Heero declared evenly. "That's what the sign said." And with that explanation he withdrew into his bedroom and shut the door. Maxwell's sensitive hearing detected the clacking of comp keys, sounding through the woodwork. He stored the perishable goods. Then puzzled over the odd items. A red foil box full of chocolates. Left over from Valentine's Day. Half price. A frail plastic cube holding a potted plant. Still alive but drooping for lack of water. It wasn't exactly clover, but had three triangular leaves per stem. And a few meager, white bell-shaped blossoms. A hardy hybrid, engineered specifically to survive through St Patrick's Day in the bleak desert of a supermarket shelf. A stuffed bear, small enough to fit into Duo's palm. It was wearing an absurd white wig and a black tophat on its lumpy head. There was an extremely puzzled look sewn onto its face. Which rather negated the caption printed on the ribbon banner across its skinny chest. "Celebrate!" A leftover from President's Day. Wig for George Washington, hat for Abe Lincoln. Bear for Teddy Roosevelt? How did that last guy wriggle onto the scene? Maybe this imponderable was why the fuzzy face looked so befuddled. And last, a bottle of tanning oil. Useless for Maxwell's extremely sensitive pallor, since it contained no sunscreen. Maybe Yuy wanted it. Duo shrugged at the sum total of his comrade's purchases.
"Une's gonna know I didn't write this. Your language is stilted and your grammar is too correct for my style." "Agreed." Maxwell shook his head again. Adding the report to his mental list of odd items received from Yuy today.
The transparent wrap had been removed from the candy box. He opened the lid and treated himself to a caramel. Duo had eaten a maple cream. Predictable. He found it absurd in himself, how much he delighted in obtaining a perfectly good box of chocolates at half price. The confection tasted better because of the bargain. The not-quite-shamrock had been transferred to a black ceramic pot. Freshly watered, the plant sat in a warm yellow beam delivered straight from Sol. Upon the narrow ledge of their tiny kitchen window, it glowed in the green throes of contented photosynthesis. Lounging against the pot sat the bear. Heero nudged it with a finger tip. Damp. With an aroma of dish detergent about it. Duo had surgically removed the ridiculous accoutrement. And scrubbed off the remains of white glue. How the bear's physiognomy could now look less puzzled was a mystery to Yuy. Maxwell sat at their table, scanning the Saturday newspaper. Reading material and reader spread over the surface with delicious abandon. The only incongruous item was the bottle of tanning oil. Yuy picked it up and sniffed the mixed odors of coconut and cocoa butter. He answered the unasked question, stated in his roommate's eyes. "I like it. The smell reminds me of someplace I've never visited." "Where would that be?" "Tibet." Duo snorted. "Suntan lotion reminds you of Tibet?" "Perhaps not. I shall have to consider further. Maybe research the subject." Yuy rubbed some oil on his fingertips. Then ran them over the back of Maxwell's neck. "Oh," Duo said. The one word seemed to imply, "so that's what all this is about." Maxwell was wrong in his conclusion. Yuy simply had looked into the bin of sale items at the grocery store. And strangely imagined himself flung amongst those articles nearly but not quite discarded. He had chosen the chocolate because Duo adored fancy candy. But the other items constituted a test. Yuy had wagered with himself that Maxwell's golden touch would turn the misfits into desiderata. He was not disappointed. Standing behind his roommate, he reached down inside the front of the age-worn T shirt. Rubbed fragrant oil into the tender flesh on Duo's chest. Who leaned his head back onto Heero's firm torso, luxuriously closing his eyes.
Now he was anointing his own cock with one hand, and Maxwell's sweet ass with the other. "Not Tibet?" Duo groaned as another finger slipped inside him. "I'm thinking of a junk yard." "In Tibet?" "Perhaps a more domestic location," Heero muttered, concentrating on synchronized strokes. "Anywhere. That sells wrecked cars. That can be used for spare parts. Take them out of one machine. And stick them into another. Keep them around just because they fit together." He thrust firmly into Duo as he achieved his explanation. Yuy rolled onto his back. Flung on the carpet with Maxwell lying atop him, pinioned upon Heero's erection. Duo's bony back pressed into Yuy's lean front. Undoubtedly the most uncomfortable coital position they had ever assumed. Duo was haplessly sliding off sideways. It felt as if his clenched buttocks might uproot Yuy's cock. The relentless pull extracted ejaculate from Heero's innermost core. Grasping at Maxwell's erection with both hands prevented his further subsidence. Duo spurted onto Heero's knuckles and wrists. The whole event was rough and edgy. The pleasure a palpable relief. Heero sucked upon Duo's neck. The tanning oil didn't taste as good as it smelled, he decided. Grappling his trousers to submission, Yuy went to retrieve a towel, the chocolates and the newspaper. He used the towel. Sorted out the cartoon pages and offered them to Duo. Then fed him a fudge truffle. Yuy ate a nougat. Maxwell didn't like the way the chewy ones stuck in his teeth. A stray sunbeam lit Duo's hair to a rich caramel hued glow. Heero followed the light, decorated with glittering dust motes, back to the square of glowing kitchen window. Where sat the grocery store potted plant, basking. Resting beside it, the contemplative bear. Sprawled upon the carpet, Heero hugged Duo to him, and glanced at the comics over his shoulder. Thoughts about the bear's thoughts. Pondering being a misfit, perhaps? Or was gratitude the overriding sensation? Having been rescued by Duo's touch.
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