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"Bone Yard Fest"Written By: Emerald Pillow Warnings: Yaoi; Language; I've been told that
Heero is OOC, but I don't think he is. Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing. I'm just having a little fun playing with the characters. You can try to sue me but all I have worth taking is my cat who is named Duo, but looks like Trowa. Pairings: None really Rating: R. Comments: This fic was written as a challenge.
A friend of mine gave me two random pilots, and a topic. I then had
to write a comdey with these guidelines.
Bone Yard Fest Part 5 Heero woke with a throbbing headache. With the way he was feeling as he sat up straight on the water bed, there was no doubt that he was hung over. Meaning he had to have drank a lot more than he realized last night. As he studied the room, he came to reality. He wasn't in his own bed and his backside was blazing as if he had been having sex all night. He quickly cleared his mind and tried to remember what had happened last night. When he and Wu Fei arrived at Jugglers, they registered for the contest. While he aced the trivia, Wu Fei had been working on getting completely stoned for his part. By time rolled around for him to strip, Heero could remember that the Chinese boy bombed, and threw up on stage. He also recalled flirting with Millet*, who was his favorite DJ, for a chance to take Wu Fei's place in the stripping part of the contest. It took a lot on Heero's part, especially since Millet's voice was a lot more sexy on the radio than his face was in real life. To say the least, Millet was a human version of a short troll. The last thing Heero could remember was stripping on stage. "You're finally awake." The all too familiar voice called and Heero looked up at the person talking. The troll was standing in the doorway wearing a blue robe. The Japanese boy swallowed his disgust as he witnessed Millet crawl on the bed next to him. "I guess the Millet was just a little too much for you." He smiled his crooked smile and Heero sprang from the bed in sheer repulsion. He fell against the dresser as he was greeted with lightheadedness. "Is something wrong Duo?" Duo? Heero figured he must have gave Millet Duo's name as his. Maybe that was a good thing. Now when he kills the little troll, everyone will think it was Duo. Trying to resist such an impulse, Heero grabbed his jeans and started to dress. "Why are you leaving so soon?" Millet slid off the bed and tried to hold Heero's hands. "Touch me, and I'll break every bone in your body." The radio personality backed up. "I don't understand." "You fucked me when I was drunk out of my mind!" "Actually, you fucked me." "Then why is my ass burning?" Millet looked down at the floor to a very large sex toy. "You shoved a dildough up my ass?" "No. You shoved it up your own ass. I just watched." Heero grabbed the front of the blue robe roughly. "You are one sick bastard." "You're the one who said you'd do anything." "Anything?" "For the Bone Yard tickets." "I didn't win last night?" "Yes. But I offered you a front row seat with an all access backstage pass." Heero narrowed his colbat eyes at the shorter man. "Is this bull shit?" "No. I've already given your friend the two tickets that was offered as a prize." "Where's the other and the backstage pass?" "I'll tell you if you fuck me one more time." Heero looked down at the horrific features that were so full of hope.
"You okay?" He asked softly as Heero buried his face into the pillow that Trowa usually used to sleep on. "No. I'm not okay." Heero looked up at his friend. "I just spent the night completely plastered and fucking the ugliest man I have ever seen. . .all for Bone Yard." "Wu Fei told me about the contest that the two of you entered last night." "What else did he tell you?" "Aside from going home with Millet?" Heero nodded. "That you actually did what you did last night so I wouldn't have to go with Archie. He also said that you admitted to missing Bone Yard if it would help me." "Yeah. . .well. . .you'd do the same." ". .and that you were offered a permanent job as a stripper." "Really?" "Yeah, he said that you had the crowd going. . .and that there was a blonde that kept putting bill after bill in the front of your G-string." Heero's eyebrow arched as a smirk plagued his lips. "Now I know where all of Quatre's spending money goes." The smirk turned to disgust. "What?!?" "Quatre was at Jugglers last night with Duo. It seemed they both greatly enjoyed your show and showed it in money." "Trowa, I had no ideal. . ." "It's okay. I don't think Quatre remembers what he did. Wu Fei said that he was pretty messed up." "You sure you're okay with this?" "Yeah." Heero pushed himself to his feet. "Where are you going?" "To pay a visit to Millet. That bastard kept my
money." ~ * ~
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