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"25 Days of Gundam Wing"Written By: The Plotting Housewife Disclaimer: Gundam Wing belongs to Bandai, Sotsu
and associated Parties. This work is written for pleasure not profit. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: Fluff, Humor, Suggestive sexual situations. Pairings: Heero/Duo Summary: Heero comes home from work on Christmas Eve to find women’s pantyhose hanging from the mantle. He’d been living with Duo for a few years now and he was used to his boyfriend’s shenanigans, but this? This was just a whole new level of weird. Prompt: Stockings "25 Days of Gundam Wing " Chapter 8: Stockiings Heero stood in front of the fireplace, staring at the mantle in confusion. He briefly wondered if he’d stepped into the wrong house, though the five by seven photograph of Duo and himself in Cancun was enough to convince him he was in the right place. “Then what the hell is this?” A pair of women’s thigh highs hung from the stocking hangers instead of the usual red velvet and poofy white cotton ones he was used to seeing at Christmastime. Across the reinforced hems at the top of the stockings, their names were written with glue and sprinkled with green and red glitter. It didn’t take a genius to know that the swooping handwriting was Duo’s. “Uh…Duo?” A moment later, the braided man came strolling into the living room donned in a red Santa hat with a white puff ball dangling from the tip. “Ah, Heero! Merry Christmas! How was your day?” Duo pranced merrily over to his boyfriend and helped slide his jacket off his shoulders. “What is that?” He asked, pointing at the lewd display of pantyhose hanging from the mantle. “Hm? Oh. Those are stockings.” “Those are women’s lingerie.” “Technically, yes, but they’re also stockings.” “Duo, why are there women’s undergarments in our house?” “Okay, hear me out. I was trying to decorate the house for Christmas before you got home. I looked for stockings at the store, but they were all sold out. Hilde loaned me these.” “Why would Hilde give you pantyhose?” “She’s nice? Look, they’ve never been worn, so don’t worry about that. And besides, this is what people used to do a long time ago before they started marketing the Christmas stockings people use now.” “People hung underwear over their fireplace.” “Well…yeah. Socks anyway. For the same reason we hang stockings. Santa would leave gifts in them.” Heero side-eyed his boyfriend. “Duo, we have socks.” “Yeah, but what’s the fun in that?” Heero shook his head. “I don’t want pantyhose hanging from my mantle.” “Oh, come on, Heero. Don’t be a spoil sport. Look, I even wrote our names on them.” Duo walked over to the fireplace and gestured towards the glittery epitaphs in a way that reminded Heero of a game show spokes model. “Somehow that makes this ten times creepier.” Duo rolled his eyes. “You’re such a buzzkill.” Heero turned away. “Whatever. Do what you want, but once "Santa” comes, I want those gone. Burn them, or something, I don’t care.“ "You got it, babe.”
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Christmas morning came and went. The “stockings” were filled with goodies, but once they’d emptied them, Duo made good on his promise and took them down. Heero breathed a sigh of relief. Thank God that embarrassing fiasco was over. After a quiet post-Christmas dinner, he lounged in an easy chair with a Tolken novel opened on his chest, contentedly dozing. “Oh, Heeeee-chan…” He jerked out of his snooze and turned his head towards the hallway. The house was dark but the bedroom light was on, casting a yellow glow into the living room. Hmmm… Stepping into the hallway, he froze mid step at the sight of his lover, hair down and completely naked, but for the pair of thigh highs. The black Lycra hugged his long, strong legs as he stood with his hip cocked and a mischievous gleam in his eyes. “I have one more gift for you, baby.”
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