A little snippet to tempt the masses

Someone kick me for the rest of this tomorrow. I'm off to bed.



"I always thought L2 had the market cornered for the kinky sex shit," Duo mistook Heero's horrified expression for one of disagreement and went on. "Yeah, yeah, I know L1 has that fetish stuff -- don't forget to pick up the school uniforms from the dry cleaners tomorrow, and make sure they don't overcharge us this time -- but that's L1's problem. You guys specialize too much. But, fuck. L3's got us both beat. You think it's because they're alone on the other side of the LaGrange system?"

"That... thing... came from L3?"

"Well, yeah. I asked Trowa."

[Fic-shaped thing] GW -- Mail Order

Ha! Finished it! And it still counts as today because I haven't gone to bed yet!



Title: Mail Order
Pairing: Heero, Duo and a... thing
Rating: R to NC-17, depending on how raunchy you are
Warnings: Bad humor, boys kissing, descriptions of an active and varied sex life, but no actual sex. Sorry! Also... tentacles. Really. But it's not as scary as it sounds! Honest!
Notes: This is all merith and iniq's faults! They enabled me! Also, this is unbeta-ed. And quite possibly very stupid. You really shouldn't read it at all. Perverts.

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( Heero opened the door to his house after a trying day at Preventers, saw Duo sitting on the sofa with his best 'come-hither' expression, and very nearly walked back out again... )