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"Spookems"Written By: Honor Disclaimers: Not mine. My psychiatrist assures
me that they never were either, although I specifically remember creating
them… Warnings: AU, questionable and evil humor, romance
with slices of angst (which I fix!) Rating: Ah…NC-17 or thereabouts, I think Pairings: 1x4, 5x2, 3+a box of stolen Pocky Author’s Notes: Okay, so I’m sitting
here one day, in the mood for a ghost story, and can only find ones
where one of the boys is a ghost and falls in love with one of the
other boys, at which point one of three things happens. Either a)
after some hot steamy sex the ghost crosses beyond, leaving the other
one to suicide *grr* b) he somehow is given a body or c) they have
to wait until the next reincarnation. C&C appreciated. Flames will be used to defrost
my windshield. Enjoy, peeps! Dedicated to Tricksy. I’m going to miss your
antics, love. //thought// *emphasize* " Spookems"
Chapter Six: Frustrations
It was just as frustrating that she couldn’t seem to convince Heero that what he felt was wrong as well. To look at another boy like that was disgusting, but no matter how hard she tried to convince him of that, he never listened to her. After four weeks of frustration, however, she had decided that perhaps her approach was all wrong. Nagging at Heero just didn’t seem to have any kind of effect. Perhaps if she showed that she really did see him, and knew him better than that other…boy, he would begin to realize how things should be. That decided, she floated through Heero’s door. It was late, nearly midnight, but he was only now going to bed. Relena tactfully waited until the lights were out and he had settled into bed. Then she drifted closer and started to sing softly. It was a love song that she felt matched their relationship perfectly. Heero turned over groggily, dragging one eye open to look at the hovering nuisance. “Relena. What are you doing?” ::I’m singing you to sleep, silly. Just roll back over and close your eyes, alright?:: Heero’s head dropped back to his pillow with a thump. Why him? Why did he have to be plagued with this ghost? “Relena, I WAS asleep. You woke me up. Go away.” ::Oh, I’m sorry. Don’t worry about it, I’ll sing you back to sleep, alright?:: If she could actually carry a tune, Heero would have been able to ignore her and go back to sleep. Since she couldn’t, there was no way that he could. With a growl he rolled out of bed, hitting the floor with an agitated thump. ::Heero? Where are you going?:: Heero didn’t even bother to look at her as he went across the hall and slipped into Quatre’s room. Stifling a yawn, he lifted the blankets and slid into the bed beside the blond. “Wha?” Quatre turned over sleepily, head raising a little off his pillow, even though his eyes never opened. “Sleeping with you tonight.” Heero murmured in response, shifting into a comfortable position on the bed. Thank heavens that Quatre slept with a multitude of pillows. He had forgotten his. “Relena won’t shut up.” “Mmm.” Quatre was not even half awake. He just registered that his best friend was lying next to him, giving off delicious heat, and that he had apparently every intention of staying there the rest of the night. With something that could have been labeled as a purr, Quatre rolled over the rest of the way and snuggled up to Heero. Heero nearly jolted in surprise as Quatre scooted closer to him and put his head on his shoulder, arm around his waist, and a thigh over his. Quatre was notorious for being a cuddle bunny, but Heero had never been in this position before. Quatre had slept over a few times, and vice versa, but they had never been close enough to…spoon. Heero cautiously put an arm over his friend’s waist and pulled him in closer. Quatre’s murmur was unintelligible, but it held a tone of contentment. “Oyasami.” Heero whispered softly, pressing a kiss against the blond’s hair. And outside the door, Relena (who was quite aware of what was happening beyond that door, even if she couldn’t be in the room) quietly fumed. + Quatre was outside the next afternoon, sitting on a blanket in the shade. He had announced that the day was too beautiful to waste sitting indoors, and had promptly moved himself outside. The real reason, of course, was something a little different. That morning when he had woken up, he had been very warm and content, not willing to truly wake up all the way and get out of bed. In his half aware state, he had barely realized that there was someone else in the bed with him, until that person had moved and pressed a kiss against his forehead with a whispered “Ohayo.” By the time that that had fully processed, fortunately, Heero had already left. Which left Quatre all alone as he panicked. He had been spooning with his best friend! Normally this wouldn’t bother him much, since everyone knew how much he enjoyed touching and hugging people, but it was his reaction to that bit of cuddling that had him worried. He had needed a very cold shower in order to control his reaction to Heero’s body. Heero’s very HOT SEXY body. Even now, in the spring sunshine, Quatre groaned and let his head drop briefly into his book. Why, why had he thought that? “I’m horny.” He whispered to himself harshly. “I’m a horny bastard who hasn’t gotten laid in two years, that’s why. By Allah, we have to do something about Relena. I’m not sure if I can handle it if Heero sleeps with me again.” With a sigh he gave up on the book—it wasn’t as nearly as captivating as his own thoughts—and relaxed against the blanket, eyes sliding shut. It was this precise moment that Relena had been waiting for. While Quatre lay there, wrapped in his thoughts, she went to the nearest anthill—an anthill that happened to contain fire ants—and stirred them up. Animals and insects were unusually sensitive to a ghost’s presence (as she had unfortunately learned from that blasted kitten of Trowa’s) and tended to become agitated if she lingered in any one area. This time, Relena stuck her hand into the mound and simply waited. The ants, not liking what they were sensing, immediately scrambled out of the mound and attacked the first thing that they could actually see. Quatre. At first the slight whispers against his skin didn’t really register with the blond. He had other things to think about, and it was probably just the effect of the breeze. With the first bite, that attitude changed abruptly. Quatre sprung to his feet with a yelp and looked down at his skin. Dozens of little ants could be seen on every surface from his elbows down. “Shit!” Quatre knew of only one way to get rid of fire ants once they were on you. Water. Without hesitation he sprinted for the house, ripping off clothes as he went. The shirt flew over his head and landed in a crumpled heap on the ground. Then the flip flops. By the time that he reached the back porch, he had lost the cut offs at the stairs. Duo looked up as the porch door slammed shut. “Hey Q! You want some—” The rest of the words died an unnatural death as Duo watched Quatre speed past him in the all together. Trowa had been putting a sandwich together when Quatre had dashed through. He cocked his head and listened as rapid footsteps went upstairs, then the slamming of another door. He had only encountered that sight once before, and it had dealt with fire ants. Without a word he went to the fridge and pulled out two beers. “Want one?” “Uh…Tro? Why did Quatre just run through here stark naked?” “Not sure. But I want to see the rest of the show.” Duo grinned. “You’ve got a good point there. Even if he is my uncle, I have to admit that Quat is one fine specimen.” Heero poked his head into the kitchen door. “Does anyone know why Quatre is running around naked?” “Nope.” Duo answered cheerfully. “Wanna beer? We’re going to see if we can get him to do it again.” Heero shook his head. “No, thanks. He’s in the upstairs bathroom.” When Quatre exited the shower some ten minutes later—with a multitude of ant bites covering his skin—he only had a towel wrapped around his waist, and was hoping fervently that he could sneak into his room without being spotted. Luck was not with him, for when he came out of the bathroom, he saw three people waiting for him, two of them holding beers. He flushed and stuttered to a halt, gripping the towel with both hands. “W-what are you doing?” “We’re waiting for the rest of the show.” Trowa announced calmly. Quatre’s eyes bulged. “Excuse me?” “Indulge us, won’t you?” Heero murmured, eyes sparkling. “Yeah, Kat, you can’t blame us right? I mean, it’s not often that we get to see a strip show like that one. Especially with a body like *that*.” Quatre’s eyes narrowed, a red haze clouding his vision. Duo recognized the expression on his friend’s face. He thrust his beer into Heero’s hand before bolting. Quatre was right behind him, swearing in Arabic. Some five minutes later, Wufei walked into the house. He saw his lover run down the hall—who waved at him cheerfully and blew him a kiss—then through the kitchen door. Right behind him was Quatre, wearing only a towel, and a promise of painful retribution on his lips. Wufei stared at the spot that they had disappeared from sight with a frown. “I think I missed something.” + As upset as Relena had been the night before when her Heero had climbed into bed with that blond slut, she was even more furious when her revenge had turned into one big joke. Quatre was, to be sure, embarrassed about the whole incident but he accepted the teasing with resignation. It was not nearly enough, in her opinion. Until she could come up with another plan, though, her hands were tied. What she needed to focus on now was convincing Heero to love her. She had read once that a ghost could seduce someone in their sleep and convince them to do anything. She wasn’t sure if that was true or not, but it was worth a try. She waited until a little after midnight, when Heero was sound asleep, before slipping into his room. As much as it irritated her, Relena knew that if she were to appear to him in her true form, he would never follow her suggestions. So she altered her appearance until she resembled Quatre before reaching out. ::Heero.:: “Mmm.” ::Come with me.:: Heero didn’t truly wake up or open his eyes, but he rose from the bed. “What is it?” ::I need you. Come with me.:: Relena would have been ecstatic when he followed her, if it wasn’t for one little fact. She knew that it was Quatre that he was truly following, and not her. She clamped down on her agitation and led him to the stairs, stopping at the balcony. ::Heero.:: Heero was looking at her now, eyes narrowed slightly. Even in his half aware state, he knew that something was off. Relena nearly screamed in frustration. He was beginning to doubt the façade. At this rate he wouldn’t commit suicide and join her. ::What is it?:: “Irritating female.” Heero turned without another word and went into Quatre’s bedroom. Relena was frozen for a second, unable to comprehend that he was able to see through her disguise, then bolted for the same room. She arrived just in time to see Heero draw the blond into his arms—and to see Quatre happily snuggling into the embrace. She reverted back to her true appearance as she let her head fall back, screaming in pure frustration. + With a groan Duo hit the alarm button and shut off the annoying beep. Seven o’clock was too early to do anything, much less get ready for class. The other occupant of the bed shifted slightly before settling. Duo looked at the still face so close to his and smiled tenderly. “Love you.” The words were barely a whisper. Wufei didn’t reply, but then, he never would. Duo would never tell him when he knew that his lover could hear him. He couldn’t explain what held him back, not even to himself. He just knew that those words would upset the balance that they shared now. Everything in his life was damn near perfect. He wouldn’t ruin that by saying that something that was…unnecessary. After a few moments of just looking at the beautiful person lying next to him he sighed softly and rose from the bed, careful not the disturb the other occupant. He would have to grab a quick shower before heading off to classes. Wufei waited until he heard the water running before opening his eyes and staring at the bathroom door. “Why won’t you ever say it when I’m awake?” He whispered. There was a hurt frown on his face that he didn’t try to hide, since no one was there to see it. “What are you afraid of?” + Quatre peered worriedly at Heero’s closed door. Twenty minutes ago Jay had called, and Quatre had almost hung up the phone and disconnected it. When Heero’s uncle called, nothing good came out of it. But the blond had swallowed the useless impulse and silently handed it to Heero. There was a crash as the phone was slammed back into the receiver, breaking into several pieces, by the sound of it. Quatre winced and ran out of his room, hoping to calm Heero down before anything else was broken. He had barely reached the door when Heero wrenched it open and stormed out. “Heero—” Heero brusquely shoved past. “Don’t talk to me.” Quatre hit the wall and bounced off again, wincing. With wide eyes he watched the infuriated man stalk out of the house, door slamming behind him. Trowa approached quietly from behind. “Quatre?” “I’m fine.” The blond jerked a smile onto his face. “No harm done.” Trowa frowned, but let him escape. Quatre was on the point of tears, and he could see that the small Arabian just wanted to bolt to some safe hole and cry without anyone watching. He turned the frown onto the front door. “Dammit, Yuy, you have some explaining to do when you get home.” And he was going to make sure that it happened. ~~~~~ Wufei: Duo. Explain to me why you’re cuddling the
thing that you were supposed to help destroy. Footnote: About fire ants. Yes, these things really exist, although they mostly populate the southern part of the States. They also hurt like the dickens when the bite you. And the only way to get them off really is water. At least, that was the only way that *I* could find that worked. ~ * ~ |
