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"You’ve Got to Be Pigging Me!"Written By: Keiran Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or its characters...
Shame about that. Pairing: implied 1x2x1 Rating: G Warning: Shounen-ai implied, odd animal choice. Word Count: 700
"You’ve Got to Be Pigging Me!"
Heero exited the car with a deep sigh. Finally, he was home. In no time at all he would be smothered with kisses, hugged till he couldn’t breathe anymore and then end up cooking something delicious for his braided spouse. “I never thought I would ever see you look quite this dreamy,” Trowa remarked, shutting the driver’s door behind himself. Wufei snorted lightly as he joined the other two. “So? I'm happy to be back home, go sue me,” the blue-eyed man muttered, cradling the bag containing today's dinner possessively. Reaching the staircase door, Heero paused. “Why are you guys following?” “Maxwell has a stack of files that I need tomorrow at the office,” Wufei explained. “Since Trowa is giving me a lift as well, we might as well both come up and ransack your 'Special Cookie Cupboard'.” Heero rolled his eyes. “I’ve been gone for three weeks. There’s a slim chance that there's something still left.” “Heero, I saw the state the fridge was in when you left. Duo could probably feed a small country for a month on the hors-d'oeuvres alone. Plus, he doesn’t have that much of a sweet tooth.” “Hn.” Making their way upstairs, the trio fell quiet. Trowa and Wufei could almost savor the heavenly smell and taste the cookies with the 'Heero-Approved' mark on them. They hungrily followed his movements. As Heero opened the door to his apartment they followed immediately, hung up their coats and, still following their friend’s example, stopped and gaped. There was a little piglet sitting in the middle of the floor looking at them warily. If little piglets could look homicidal, this one must have been in a killing rage. Before blood could be shed however, the tiny pinkish apparition stood up and trotted into the living room. Heero leaned against a wall weakly. His brain tried to make sense of what he had just seen, but it had to give up, eventually. Soldiers and little piggies in the middle of hallways did not mix well. “Duo!” he cried weakly, clutching the bags with the groceries tightly, like they were the last link to reason. Almost magically, a slightly disheveled head appeared in the kitchen doorway. Violet eyes twinkled brightly, as their owner jumped into Heero’s arms and smothered him with kisses. “I missed you!” “I did too baby. Just… give me a minute, I don’t feel too well.” “What, is something wrong, Hee-baby?” Duo asked seriously looking carefully into his partner’s blue eyes. “I thought I just saw a piglet in our hall,” Heero confessed, feeling a little silly. It sounded so ridiculous now that he'd said it out loud, even he had to admit it, even if Trowa and Wufei still stood in the background with their mouth’s wide open. Duo, however, took it rather calmly, blushing only slightly. “I was hoping I would get to talk to you first,…” he said disappearing in the kitchen for a brief moment. When he emerged, there was a suckle-bottle filled with a white substance dangling from his fingers. “Porcieval!” To the silent trio’s utter mind-boggling disbelief, the little piglet trotted easily back into the hallway and gave them a look. Duo smiled brightly and picked the small creature up. Immediately the pig started nuzzling his face with its little snout. The long-haired man kissed the top of the long muzzle and maneuvered the bottle so that the animal could suck the - supposed - milk, still throwing wary glances at the trio gaping stupidly in the hallway. “Duo,” Heero began, very slowly, his tone dangerous. “There is a little piglet in your arms.” Duo turned his wide-eyes at him, sticking out his bottom lip and pouting attractively. “B-but I promised Dorothy I would take care of him for a while! She had to go with Relena, and poor Porcieval is just a little baby…” And so, when the pout was decorated by huge, teary eyes, Heero gave up, and thrust one of his bags haphazardly at Wufei and Trowa. “Why are you giving me that?” Wufei hissed, trying to guess the contents. Heero gave him a long look in response. “You don’t expect me to offer Duo *pork*, while its descendant is prancing about the kitchen, do you?”
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