Goodbye LJ...
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windandwaterThis is just to make it official for those who don't know, but I'm leaving LJ completely. For the rest of this week at least. Tomorrow is the Bar Exam and it runs for three days, so don't expect to see me about at all until Thursday night. Or even until the weekend since I plan on spending Thursday after the Bar drunk and crying. No online time for me at all. *whines* It will be hard, but I know I can do it.
So, because I'm a total h0r like that, I am declaring this to be a spam post. Go ahead. Run wild! Give me fics, give me links, give me pics, just babble to your heart's content and rape my inbox so I have something to see when I finally DO come back to the wonderful world of LJ. I don't even care if you write me a drabble and post it one word at a time. XD;
Though, I've tried to make a spam post before and it failed a bit miserably, so I don't have very high expectations this time around. Feel free to prove me wrong though!
♥
So, because I'm a total h0r like that, I am declaring this to be a spam post. Go ahead. Run wild! Give me fics, give me links, give me pics, just babble to your heart's content and rape my inbox so I have something to see when I finally DO come back to the wonderful world of LJ. I don't even care if you write me a drabble and post it one word at a time. XD;
Though, I've tried to make a spam post before and it failed a bit miserably, so I don't have very high expectations this time around. Feel free to prove me wrong though!
♥
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Re: The yaoi-con 2002 fic/report
Date: 2006-02-21 06:37 am (UTC)Duo eyed him nervously. “Trowa, where were you *keeping* that wallet in those pants?”
“...” Fortunately, Trowa was saved from answering by the registration lady, who frowned at the ID and cleared her throat.
“Excuse me, but this doesn’t list your date of birth,” she told him, handing it back. “You have to be 18 or over to attend this convention.”
“...I don’t know my birthday,” Trowa admitted. “But I am over 18.”
The volunteer worker let out a weary sigh. “I’m sorry, sir, but unless you can prove to me that you’re an adult, I can’t give you a badge.”
Trowa thought about it for a minute, then took off his shirt.
“Trowa!” Quatre gasped, shocked. A quick glance around showed that everyone within line-of-sight had taken a sudden interest in the proceedings. He pushed forward, through the barely-moving line of people. “Excuse me, sorry, pardon me -- let me explain, miss! No, our ages aren’t listed on the IDs for security reasons, but I can assure you that only people of age are issued Preventers badges...” With the exception of the five of them, actually, but he chose to omit that fact.
The overworked con worker blinked slowly, mesmerized by the shirtless Trowa, and it was a moment before she could refocus her attention. “...Right,” she said numbly. “Okay, and... what name should I put on the badges?” She pulled out a pen, and looked up questioningly.
“I have no name,” Trowa said in a monotone.
She coughed. “Er... right. It doesn’t have to be your real name; an alias that your friends can recognize you by would be even better.”
”Oh.” Trowa blinked. “If you have to call me something...”
Quatre coughed discretely and handed Trowa’s shirt back to him. Absently, he shrugged it back on, to a chorus of disappointed “Aww”s from the audience.
They joined up with the others at the top of the stairs that led down to the meeting rooms, badges in hand. “Does anyone have any idea what this is about?” complained Duo.
“As near as I can tell, it’s a convention for anime fans,” Heero told him as they descended the stairs.
Re: The yaoi-con 2002 fic/report
Date: 2006-02-21 06:37 am (UTC)“What’s wrong with that?” Quatre said, sincerely puzzled.
“Are you kidding?” Duo yelled. “Do you have any idea what they’re like?”
“Oh, really, Duo,” Quatre chided, pushing open the door. “What’s the worst that could happen?”
As they walked into the room, they froze with a feeling of sudden foreboding. All over the room, female heads turned in their direction.
“Oh, man,” Duo muttered, trying to back away. “Time to run and hide...”
Unfortunately, he didn’t get the chance, as the mob of raving fangirls descended on them.
“Ooohh! Look! It’s the Gundam pilots!” “They’re so cute!” “All five of them, here together...”
Heero froze. “Our cover is blown!” he muttered out of the side of his mouth, hand inching towards his concealed weapon.
Duo gave a resigned sigh. “Don’t sweat it, Heero, it’s not like that.”
“Your costumes are so detailed!” one girl was babbling at them. “They must have taken forever to make!” “Can we get pictures?” “Can you pose for us?” Most people didn’t wait for permission, though, and Duo grinned sheepishly as cameras flashed.
“They’re so cute,” someone swooned. “Can you do a yaoi pose?”
“Yeah!” another fan seconded. “Can you two kiss?”
They froze, startled, as the chant was taken up. “Kiss! Kiss! Heero and Duo! Heero and Duo! Go on, kiss!”
Blushing profusely, Heero and Duo snuck glances at each other. How did they know?
“Eheh...” Duo chuckled nervously. “Heero, y’know, you don’t have to...”
“Actually,” Heero interrupted, his own face rather red. “If... if you don’t mind, then, well, I don’t...”
Duo’s eyes widened. “Really?” he asked. Heero gave a short, choppy nod, and stepped towards him. There was a moment of awkwardness, as they tried to figure
Re: The yaoi-con 2002 fic/report
Date: 2006-02-21 06:38 am (UTC)“That was perfect!” one of the camera-wielders sighed. “Okay, now... Heero and Trowa!”
“Yeah!” the others cheered. “Heero and Trowa! Heero and Trowa! Go on...”
“Well, that answers your question, Duo,” Trowa remarked much later, to a very grumpy Duo. “About what exactly Yaoi-con is.”
“I can’t believe we have a weekend of this,” Duo grumbled.
“Now, Duo, we might as well try and make the best of it,” Quatre placated, poring over a copy of the events schedule. “There are really some very interesting events scheduled. There are panels in some of the conference rooms, and various shows playing in the video rooms, and starting tomorrow morning there’s a dealer’s room.”
“What panels are going on right now?” Heero asked.
“Are you a seme or an uke?” Quatre asked.
Heero twitched. “Say what?” he gasped, unable to believe that Quatre had just said that.
Quatre looked up from the paper he’d been reading off of. “It’s one of the panels going on soon. ‘Living Vicariously -- Are You a Seme Or an Uke?’ That’s in the California Room.”
“Oh,” Heero breathed again.
“I think I’ll go over to the video room for awhile,” Trowa said. “I’ll join up with you guys later.”
“Have fun,” Duo said, absently waving him off. The taller pilot nodded to them, and wandered over to the darkened video room.
Suddenly, Heero grabbed at Quatre’s arm. “What the hell is Zechs doing here?” he hissed, staring at the other end of the room.
“What?” The other three quickly turned to look, as the tall, platinum blond figure in the familiar red uniform strode down the hallway towards them.
Re: The yaoi-con 2002 fic/report
Date: 2006-02-21 06:38 am (UTC)“But it is!” Heero insisted, staring.
“Not unless Zechs has turned into a girl,” Wufei told him.
“You’re not serious!” Duo turned back to look again, and sure enough, at a closer range the tall blond was most definitely female. 2
She walked past them, cape flaring out behind her, and vanished into one of the panel rooms. The four pilots stared at each other. “That was surreal,” Quatre admitted after a moment.
“Uh --” Duo’s eyes widened, as he looked behind Quatre and saw a very familiar-looking figure, with blond hair and a set of goggles... “Whatever you do, Quatre, don’t turn around.”
“Trowa?” Duo stuck his head into the darkened room, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the darkness. “Oi, Trowa? It’s after midnight, man. The rest of us are heading up to the room.”
“Sure thing,” Trowa said absently, not taking his eyes off the screen. “I’ll be up as soon as ‘Gravitation’ is finished.”
Duo shrugged. “Suit yourself,” he said, and headed over to the elevators.
Quatre looked up as Duo entered the room. “Where’s Trowa?” he asked.
“Still in the video room,” Duo said as he flung himself on one of the beds. “He said he’d be up later. How long do they keep showing videos?”
“All night,” Quatre answered. “You don’t think he’ll stay there until morning do you?”
Duo shrugged. “He might. He looked pretty distracted. But hey, if he doesn’t come up to the room, that means that nobody has to double up the beds.”
“That’s true,” Quatre answered, but he sounded oddly disappointed.
Re: The yaoi-con 2002 fic/report
Date: 2006-02-21 06:38 am (UTC)Yaoi World
by Gideon Marcus
Some boys kiss, and some boys hug and
I think that's O.K.
But I like it so much more when
they go all the wayayy
Some like yuri some like yaoi some just like them straight
Some like boys with wings and long hair, most prefer jailbait...
Cuz we are livin' in a Yaoi world, and I am a Yaoi girl...
(Heero and Duo) Living in a Yaoi world and I am a Yaoi Girl
Some boys romance, some boys slow dance
That's all right with me
When they do it with each other
I just have to seeyee
Some boys die and some boys cry
Some fly mechs all day
Try as they might to convince me
I know Wu Fei's Gayay
Cuz we are living in a Yaoi World and I am a Yaoi Girl
(Touya and Yuki) living in a Yaoi world, and I am a Yaoi Girl...
Cuz we are living in a Yaoi World and I am a Yaoi Girl
(Aburatsubo is wishing it was a) Yaoi World, and I am a Yaoi Girl.
Girls may write it, get excited
Post fan fic with glee
All my boys in odd positions:
Now it's 2x3
Cuz we are living in a Yaoi World--and I am a Yaoi Girl (Fushiigi Yuugi) really is Yaoi World and I am a Yaoi Girl...
And it's Hiei, and it's Kurama, and it's Nuriko, and all of Weiss Kreuz...
Living in a Yaoi World (Bishounen!)
Living in a Yaoi World
Living in a Yaoi World (It's Folken!)
Living in a Yaoi World...3
Re: The yaoi-con 2002 fic/report
Date: 2006-02-21 06:38 am (UTC)Yaoi World
by Gideon Marcus
Some boys kiss, and some boys hug and
I think that's O.K.
But I like it so much more when
they go all the wayayy
Some like yuri some like yaoi some just like them straight
Some like boys with wings and long hair, most prefer jailbait...
Cuz we are livin' in a Yaoi world, and I am a Yaoi girl...
(Heero and Duo) Living in a Yaoi world and I am a Yaoi Girl
Some boys romance, some boys slow dance
That's all right with me
When they do it with each other
I just have to seeyee
Some boys die and some boys cry
Some fly mechs all day
Try as they might to convince me
I know Wu Fei's Gayay
Cuz we are living in a Yaoi World and I am a Yaoi Girl
(Touya and Yuki) living in a Yaoi world, and I am a Yaoi Girl...
Cuz we are living in a Yaoi World and I am a Yaoi Girl
(Aburatsubo is wishing it was a) Yaoi World, and I am a Yaoi Girl.
Girls may write it, get excited
Post fan fic with glee
All my boys in odd positions:
Now it's 2x3
Cuz we are living in a Yaoi World--and I am a Yaoi Girl (Fushiigi Yuugi) really is Yaoi World and I am a Yaoi Girl...
And it's Hiei, and it's Kurama, and it's Nuriko, and all of Weiss Kreuz...
Living in a Yaoi World (Bishounen!)
Living in a Yaoi World
Living in a Yaoi World (It's Folken!)
Living in a Yaoi World...3
Re: The yaoi-con 2002 fic/report
Date: 2006-02-21 06:38 am (UTC)“Yes, Duo, just a minute,” Quatre said absentmindedly, still sorting through the stacks of doujinshis. “Just let me pay for these... Oh! Hey! Colors club --”
Duo gave an exasperated sigh as Quatre zeroed in on a new stack. He was as bad as Trowa, who had said almost exactly the same thing last night... and this morning... and just before lunch... “Quatre, I’m going on ahead,” he announced. “Heero and Wufei are already at the panel, and I don’t wanna miss it.”
“Sure, Duo,” Quatre said, looking up momentarily. “I’ll be there as soon as I’m finished in here...”
“Whenever that is,” Duo grumbled, as he continued past the rows of tables towards the doors. A bright display of small boxes caught his eye as he neared the exit, and despite himself he was drawn over to the table. His eyes widened as he realized what was being sold, and he whistled in disbelief as he held up a ‘Hello Kitty’ vibrator to examine it from all sides. He saw the proprietor looking at him, and hastened to drop the object and back away from the table before she decided to start her pitch.
“Let’s see...” Duo muttered, glancing over his copy of the schedule. “Heero and Wufei said they’d be in, what was it, ‘Violence of Psychology and Lust in Yaoi.’ Now, which room is that in?”
He trotted down the hallway, poking his head into the various panel rooms as he searched for the right one.
“Handcuffs,” one girl was saying as he passed by the room. “It’s all about handcuffs.”4
Duo hurriedly backed out of that room, and the next one down proved to be the correct one. He saw Wufei at the front of the room, arguing heatedly with the Zechs clone.
“ -- to blame violence in the media for violence in society is like to blame the smoke for the fire,” Wufei was insisting. “It’s a symptom, but it’s not the cause!”
“But you can’t say that the prevalent violence in television and in games has no effect on people,” someone else argued. “You can’t pretend that media doesn’t influence society at all...”
“The two influence each other,” the female Zechs said firmly. “People have an inherent streak of darkness and violence in them, it’s true, but seeing it so often, and from such a young age, tends to desensitize people to it.” 5
Re: The yaoi-con 2002 fic/report
Date: 2006-02-21 06:38 am (UTC)“Yes, Duo, just a minute,” Quatre said absentmindedly, still sorting through the stacks of doujinshis. “Just let me pay for these... Oh! Hey! Colors club --”
Duo gave an exasperated sigh as Quatre zeroed in on a new stack. He was as bad as Trowa, who had said almost exactly the same thing last night... and this morning... and just before lunch... “Quatre, I’m going on ahead,” he announced. “Heero and Wufei are already at the panel, and I don’t wanna miss it.”
“Sure, Duo,” Quatre said, looking up momentarily. “I’ll be there as soon as I’m finished in here...”
“Whenever that is,” Duo grumbled, as he continued past the rows of tables towards the doors. A bright display of small boxes caught his eye as he neared the exit, and despite himself he was drawn over to the table. His eyes widened as he realized what was being sold, and he whistled in disbelief as he held up a ‘Hello Kitty’ vibrator to examine it from all sides. He saw the proprietor looking at him, and hastened to drop the object and back away from the table before she decided to start her pitch.
“Let’s see...” Duo muttered, glancing over his copy of the schedule. “Heero and Wufei said they’d be in, what was it, ‘Violence of Psychology and Lust in Yaoi.’ Now, which room is that in?”
He trotted down the hallway, poking his head into the various panel rooms as he searched for the right one.
“Handcuffs,” one girl was saying as he passed by the room. “It’s all about handcuffs.”4
Duo hurriedly backed out of that room, and the next one down proved to be the correct one. He saw Wufei at the front of the room, arguing heatedly with the Zechs clone.
“ -- to blame violence in the media for violence in society is like to blame the smoke for the fire,” Wufei was insisting. “It’s a symptom, but it’s not the cause!”
“But you can’t say that the prevalent violence in television and in games has no effect on people,” someone else argued. “You can’t pretend that media doesn’t influence society at all...”
“The two influence each other,” the female Zechs said firmly. “People have an inherent streak of darkness and violence in them, it’s true, but seeing it so often, and from such a young age, tends to desensitize people to it.” 5
Re: The yaoi-con 2002 fic/report
Date: 2006-02-21 06:38 am (UTC)Duo slipped in between the aisles, trying not to break the flow of the discussion. He spotted Heero at the end of a row, and made his way over there. To his shock, Heero had sitting on his lap a small, plushie likeness of himself! “Heero?” he hissed.
Heero jumped, looking guilty. “You’re late,” he whispered back.
“Sorry about that,” Duo said, slightly embarrassed. “But -- what in the world?”
“It belongs to her,” Heero indicated a young woman with short black hair sitting two seats down. Around her neck was a sign saying, ‘If lost, please return to Duo Maxwell.’6 “She asked me to hold it for her while she went to get something.”
“Oh.” Duo sat in the seat beside Heero, then paused. “Well, she’s back now,” he pointed out.
Heero fidgeted, the guilty look returning. “Yes, well...” his voice trailed off into a mumble.
“What did you say?” Duo asked, disbelievingly.
“He’s soft,” Heero muttered. “And he’s kind of cute.”7
Duo looked down at the doll, with a miniature version of his own black priest’s outfit and big drawn-on eyes, and felt a smile tugging at his lips. “He is, kind of,” he admitted.
After the panel broke up, Duo went to the front to talk to Wufei. “Hey, Wu-man!” he called. “Quatre couldn’t make it to the panel, he got bogged down in the dealer’s room. Wanna break and go for lunch?”
“No, thank you,” Wufei declined. “ ‘The Passion of the Cut Sleeve’ is scheduled in this room in five minutes.”
“Okay,” Duo said. “I’m gonna get a drink from the machine, and then go and keep Trowa company for a while.”
Wufei nodded, already muttering over the signcards that went on the doors as a new crowd began to file into the room. His outraged howl followed Duo down the hallway. “I can't believe they scheduled 'Copyright Issues on Fanfic and Doujinshi' and 'Gay Themes and Pseudo-Gay Themes in Anime' for the same time slot! INJUSTICE!"
Duo headed for the video room, stopping on the way to the elevators for a can of soda from the ridiculously overpriced vending. He paused just inside the doorway of the
Re: The yaoi-con 2002 fic/report
Date: 2006-02-21 06:38 am (UTC)Duo slipped in between the aisles, trying not to break the flow of the discussion. He spotted Heero at the end of a row, and made his way over there. To his shock, Heero had sitting on his lap a small, plushie likeness of himself! “Heero?” he hissed.
Heero jumped, looking guilty. “You’re late,” he whispered back.
“Sorry about that,” Duo said, slightly embarrassed. “But -- what in the world?”
“It belongs to her,” Heero indicated a young woman with short black hair sitting two seats down. Around her neck was a sign saying, ‘If lost, please return to Duo Maxwell.’6 “She asked me to hold it for her while she went to get something.”
“Oh.” Duo sat in the seat beside Heero, then paused. “Well, she’s back now,” he pointed out.
Heero fidgeted, the guilty look returning. “Yes, well...” his voice trailed off into a mumble.
“What did you say?” Duo asked, disbelievingly.
“He’s soft,” Heero muttered. “And he’s kind of cute.”7
Duo looked down at the doll, with a miniature version of his own black priest’s outfit and big drawn-on eyes, and felt a smile tugging at his lips. “He is, kind of,” he admitted.
After the panel broke up, Duo went to the front to talk to Wufei. “Hey, Wu-man!” he called. “Quatre couldn’t make it to the panel, he got bogged down in the dealer’s room. Wanna break and go for lunch?”
“No, thank you,” Wufei declined. “ ‘The Passion of the Cut Sleeve’ is scheduled in this room in five minutes.”
“Okay,” Duo said. “I’m gonna get a drink from the machine, and then go and keep Trowa company for a while.”
Wufei nodded, already muttering over the signcards that went on the doors as a new crowd began to file into the room. His outraged howl followed Duo down the hallway. “I can't believe they scheduled 'Copyright Issues on Fanfic and Doujinshi' and 'Gay Themes and Pseudo-Gay Themes in Anime' for the same time slot! INJUSTICE!"
Duo headed for the video room, stopping on the way to the elevators for a can of soda from the ridiculously overpriced vending. He paused just inside the doorway of the
Re: The yaoi-con 2002 fic/report
Date: 2006-02-21 06:38 am (UTC)“What’s going on?” Duo whispered loudly, trying to get to an empty seat without tripping over a half-dozen pairs of legs in the process.
“Everything you did to Mochizuki, I’ll return to you... No, I’ll return it to you doubled!”
“That guy with the curly hair was blackmailing the kid into having sex with him,” Trowa answered in a normal tone, though his voice was still low enough not to disturb the others in the audience. He reached out and plucked the soda from Duo’s hands before he dropped it. “But now the kid’s lover is back from a business trip in Japan, and they drugged the guy’s drink.”8
“Oh, yeah?” Duo settled into a seat at last and turned to look at the screen.
“This is the main ingredient in that bourbon you like so much...”
“GYAAAAAH!” Duo clapped his hands over his eyes, just as a roar went up from the audience, and clapping and cheering filled the air.
“I’m never going to open my eyes again...” Duo moaned piteously.
Trowa raised one eyebrow at the screen, and took a drink of Duo’s soda. “I wonder if that’s butter or corn oil?” he said thoughtfully.
Hands still clamped over his eyes, Duo stumbled from the room, crashing into chairs and doorframes on the way out. Trowa raised his voice as Duo reached the doorway. “Oh, by the way, thanks for the soda! Could you bring me some food, too?”
Out in the lobby, he ran into Quatre -- quite literally, sending DJs flying everywhere. “Ack!” he exclaimed, scrambling for balance. “Sorry about that, Q --”
They both went to their hands and knees, gathering up the fallen comics. Duo picked up one that had fallen open and froze, eyes wide. “Uh, Quatre?” he said, rather nervously. “Please tell me those chibis aren’t having sex.”
Quatre blushed, and grabbed for the book, but Duo held it out of his reach. “It’s not all like that!” he defended. “See, most of the doujinshi is normal-sized.”
“Ah, so it is.” Duo turned a few pages. After a moment, he turned it upside down and looked again, then turned it back the way it had been first. “Quatre, where’s this guy’s, um, equipment?”
“What?” Quatre peered at the panel in question. “Oh, him? He’s the uke -- he doesn’t need any.”
Re: The yaoi-con 2002 fic/report
Date: 2006-02-21 06:39 am (UTC)“I guess not.” Duo frowned, and turned another page. And another. “Is it just my imagination, or is he getting younger as the scene gets more explicit?”
The blush returned to Quatre’s cheeks, as he snatched the DJ and tucked it back into the middle of his pile. “They were on sale,” he said defensively.
Duo’s eyes widened again as he took in the size of the pile Quatre was clutching possessively to his chest. He whistled, truly impressed. “Damn, Quat, you clear out the whole floor?” he asked disbelievingly.
“Actually, I was just going to drop these off in our room, and go back to the dealer’s room before it closes at six,” Quatre admitted. “After that, I thought I’d get some dinner.”
“Well, you might want to bring some food to Trowa,” Duo told him, waving back towards the video room. “He didn’t look like he was moving from his seat anytime soon.”
“Oh, dear,” Quatre frowned worriedly towards the video room. “I wonder if that’s healthy...?”
Duo eyed the cover of the doujinshi at the top of the pile, complete with explicit cones of light, and declined to comment.
“Well, I’ll get something for him,” Quatre decided. “Right after I drop these off in the room. And, oh! That reminds me. I won this in a raffle -- you can have it, though.” He dropped a small box in Duo’s hands, then dashed off to the elevators. Puzzled, Duo looked at the object in his hands, then yelped and shoved it hastily into his pocket before anyone else could catch him holding the bright orange Hello Kitty vibrator.
Sneaking a peek around, he breathed a sigh of relief that he hadn’t attracted anyone’s attention. Then, a mischievous grin captured his face. Whistling innocently, hands in his pockets, he sauntered off to find Heero.
When he found him, the Japanese boy had somehow acquired a Heero doll to accompany his Duo doll,9 and was seemingly in the middle of a serious discussion with a group of older women, two of whom were dressed in uncanny imitations of Heero and Duo’s own clothing.10 Without making any noise to alert the other pilot, Duo snuck up behind him, keeping his hand in his pocket until the last minute. He flicked the switch on the battery-operated toy as he pulled it from his pocket, then reached out to grab the back of Heero’s spandex shorts.
Re: The yaoi-con 2002 fic/report
Date: 2006-02-21 06:39 am (UTC)***DISCLAIMER***
Do not do at home what Duo did to Heero. I am not responsible for any injuries and/or lawsuits that may occur as a result of the disregarding of this warning! (This didn’t actually happen at the con, but Sailor Seraphim promised me a gift fic if I could think of a way to include the HKV. Pay up, S-chan. :p)
He considered saying something for posterity, such as “Is that a vibrator in your shorts or are you just happy to see me?” but the homicidal glint in Heero’s eyes convinced him that the breath might be better spent running, before Heero managed to get his hands free.
He took off like a whippet down the lobby, with Heero’s voice ringing in his ears. “DUO! I’m gonna KILL YOU!” Ducking through the crowd, he made for the stairs, figuring that the elevators would be too slow to save him from the homicidal menace behind him. He raced up the stairs, nearly running over a Trowa lookalike in a clown costume,11 and found the upstairs lobby much less crowded. Hearing the sound of pounding feet on the stairs behind him, he scampered across the hallway to one of the sets of double doors that led into the main events room. He quickly ducked inside, hoping he could get out of sight and blend into the crowd.
Luck was not with him, however, as the doors swung shut unexpectedly fast, trapping his braid. It took him precious seconds to free his hair, by which time Heero was almost on him. He scrambled backwards as the door burst open and Heero stalked in, not watching where he was going until the back of his legs his a raised platform. He fell on his butt on the polished wood, and scooted backwards until Heero pounced on him, the troublesome vibrator held threateningly high in one hand and an unwholesome gleam in his eyes. “You are going to regret that, Duo...”
“Aaack! Sorry sorry sorry! Heero, no!” Duo desperately tried to fend Heero off him, but the Japanese boy was sitting on his legs, pinning them, and had most of the leverage. “Saa, Heero, can’t you take a joke? Owww not the hair not the hair -- uh Heero what are you doing with that --”
“You stuck it down my pants,” Heero said maliciously. “I think I’ll return the favor.” With one hand, he flicked the switch, while his other struggled with the front of Duo’s black jodhpurs.
“Woohoo!” somebody cheered. “Take it all off!”
They froze, Heero with one hand inside Duo’s pants, and slowly both turned their heads to look. For the first time, the fact that they were on a low stage in front of a large
Re: The yaoi-con 2002 fic/report
Date: 2006-02-21 06:39 am (UTC)Heero did what any sensible Perfect Soldier would do: He ran for his life. Duo was quick to follow, scrambling off the stage and struggling to put his pants back together, accompanied by the enthusiastic cheers and applause of the audience.12
They made it no further than the door before being collared by a highly irate con worker, dressed as an elf bounty hunter.13 “Well, boys,” she said sardonically, “That was highly amusing, and your costumes are excellently done. But, not only did you not register your skit beforehand, you didn’t inform the technicians about what you were planning!”
“Eheh,” Duo said sheepishly. He considered the option of telling her that it was not, in fact, a cosplay skit, but that would have involved explaining what exactly he had been doing in Heero’s shorts with a vibrator in the first place. He settled instead for a contrite “We’re sorry.”
“Humph.” She looked them over critically. “Tell you what, boys. If you volunteer to participate in the Bishounen Auction, I’d be willing to overlook this little faux pas.”
“Bishounen auction?” Heero said rather nervously, but Duo jabbed him in the side with an elbow.
“We’d be happy to,” he told her quickly. “Anything to support the con, right? Right, Heero?”
“...right,” Heero subsided, grumbling. Duo’s eyes lit up as a thought occurred to him.
“In fact,” he told the worker in a confidential voice, “There’s a friend of mine who really, really wanted to be involved in the auction, but he was too embarrassed to volunteer. He’s in the ‘Passion of the Cut Sleeve’ panel right now, but I’m sure he’d be ever so happy to join in...”
“But I wanted to attend the ‘Foods Corrupted by Yaoi’ panel!” Wufei protested as the auction mistress prodded him onstage. “Hey! Hands off the equipment, woman!”
“Let’s begin!” Nightshade’s slightly lascivious tone multiplied over the microphone, echoing about the ballroom. “All right, ladies -- and gentlemen,” she added hastily, as Quatre huffed indignantly in the front row. “Let’s begin! The rules are simple. If you’re bidding, stand up. Stand up for as long as you continue to bid, and sit down when you are no longer bidding. Dollar amounts only -- don’t shortchange our bishies! And
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Date: 2006-02-21 06:39 am (UTC)Heero did what any sensible Perfect Soldier would do: He ran for his life. Duo was quick to follow, scrambling off the stage and struggling to put his pants back together, accompanied by the enthusiastic cheers and applause of the audience.12
They made it no further than the door before being collared by a highly irate con worker, dressed as an elf bounty hunter.13 “Well, boys,” she said sardonically, “That was highly amusing, and your costumes are excellently done. But, not only did you not register your skit beforehand, you didn’t inform the technicians about what you were planning!”
“Eheh,” Duo said sheepishly. He considered the option of telling her that it was not, in fact, a cosplay skit, but that would have involved explaining what exactly he had been doing in Heero’s shorts with a vibrator in the first place. He settled instead for a contrite “We’re sorry.”
“Humph.” She looked them over critically. “Tell you what, boys. If you volunteer to participate in the Bishounen Auction, I’d be willing to overlook this little faux pas.”
“Bishounen auction?” Heero said rather nervously, but Duo jabbed him in the side with an elbow.
“We’d be happy to,” he told her quickly. “Anything to support the con, right? Right, Heero?”
“...right,” Heero subsided, grumbling. Duo’s eyes lit up as a thought occurred to him.
“In fact,” he told the worker in a confidential voice, “There’s a friend of mine who really, really wanted to be involved in the auction, but he was too embarrassed to volunteer. He’s in the ‘Passion of the Cut Sleeve’ panel right now, but I’m sure he’d be ever so happy to join in...”
“But I wanted to attend the ‘Foods Corrupted by Yaoi’ panel!” Wufei protested as the auction mistress prodded him onstage. “Hey! Hands off the equipment, woman!”
“Let’s begin!” Nightshade’s slightly lascivious tone multiplied over the microphone, echoing about the ballroom. “All right, ladies -- and gentlemen,” she added hastily, as Quatre huffed indignantly in the front row. “Let’s begin! The rules are simple. If you’re bidding, stand up. Stand up for as long as you continue to bid, and sit down when you are no longer bidding. Dollar amounts only -- don’t shortchange our bishies! And
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Date: 2006-02-21 06:39 am (UTC)An speculative mutter ran through the crowd, and Nightshade grinned. “Once you’ve won your bishie, he’s yours until the stroke of midnight! Although,” and her voice grew steely, “Remember that our bishies retain the right to terminate the contract at any time if they feel uncomfortable.”
A few disappointed “darns” ran through the room, but mostly they seemed accepting. Nightshade’s smile returned. “All right, so, let’s begin!” She turned to face her partner in crime, who obligingly reached down and pulled up Wufei’s shirt to expose his chest. Wufei yelped and snatched it back down, but not before the crowd had gotten quite an eyeful. “Our first contestant, ladies and gentlemen... do I hear twenty dollars?”
There was a bit of a pause, while people muttered among themselves and checked their wallets. “Twenty dollars, anyone? Does nobody wish to buy this bishounen?” Nightshade called.
There was a long pause, and then a voice near the back of the audience piped out, “Twenty dollars!”
“We have twenty dollars!” Nightshade said happily? “How about twenty-five? Twenty-five dollars...? Twenty-one...?”
“Twenty-five,” called out another bidder, standing up near Quatre, and the first one dropped back into her seat.
“All right, twenty-five! Do I hear thirty? Thirty, anyone?”
There were no further bids, and, sounding slightly disappointed, Nightshade sold Wufei to the twenty-five bid. There was a collective “awwwww” as he was led off the stage, sympathy for going so cheap.14 He sat down with his new buyer, nearby Quatre.
“Well, the auction has just begun,” Nightshade said firmly. “There’s plenty more pretty boys for everyone.”
Sure enough, after a few minutes the auction began to pick up. The audience started getting more into the swing of things, the bidding becoming more enthusiastic. Cheers and applause accompanied each auctionee, and by the time Duo was led out onto the stage, the crowd was becoming downright rowdy.
Nightshade checked Duo out and deliberately licked her lips. “Well, what do we have here?” she purred. “You’d better bid, ladies and gentlemen, or I might be happy to take him off your hands for you!” Duo smiled, although it looked rather nervous. “Well, though I hate to do it... let’s start the bidding. Twenty dollars anyone?”
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Date: 2006-02-21 06:39 am (UTC)An speculative mutter ran through the crowd, and Nightshade grinned. “Once you’ve won your bishie, he’s yours until the stroke of midnight! Although,” and her voice grew steely, “Remember that our bishies retain the right to terminate the contract at any time if they feel uncomfortable.”
A few disappointed “darns” ran through the room, but mostly they seemed accepting. Nightshade’s smile returned. “All right, so, let’s begin!” She turned to face her partner in crime, who obligingly reached down and pulled up Wufei’s shirt to expose his chest. Wufei yelped and snatched it back down, but not before the crowd had gotten quite an eyeful. “Our first contestant, ladies and gentlemen... do I hear twenty dollars?”
There was a bit of a pause, while people muttered among themselves and checked their wallets. “Twenty dollars, anyone? Does nobody wish to buy this bishounen?” Nightshade called.
There was a long pause, and then a voice near the back of the audience piped out, “Twenty dollars!”
“We have twenty dollars!” Nightshade said happily? “How about twenty-five? Twenty-five dollars...? Twenty-one...?”
“Twenty-five,” called out another bidder, standing up near Quatre, and the first one dropped back into her seat.
“All right, twenty-five! Do I hear thirty? Thirty, anyone?”
There were no further bids, and, sounding slightly disappointed, Nightshade sold Wufei to the twenty-five bid. There was a collective “awwwww” as he was led off the stage, sympathy for going so cheap.14 He sat down with his new buyer, nearby Quatre.
“Well, the auction has just begun,” Nightshade said firmly. “There’s plenty more pretty boys for everyone.”
Sure enough, after a few minutes the auction began to pick up. The audience started getting more into the swing of things, the bidding becoming more enthusiastic. Cheers and applause accompanied each auctionee, and by the time Duo was led out onto the stage, the crowd was becoming downright rowdy.
Nightshade checked Duo out and deliberately licked her lips. “Well, what do we have here?” she purred. “You’d better bid, ladies and gentlemen, or I might be happy to take him off your hands for you!” Duo smiled, although it looked rather nervous. “Well, though I hate to do it... let’s start the bidding. Twenty dollars anyone?”
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Date: 2006-02-21 06:39 am (UTC)“Twenty-five!”
“Thirty!”
“Thirty-five!”
And so it went. Near the front of the audience, a group of four women were sharing a hushed conversation.15 As the bid climbed, and some bidders began dropping out, they seemed to reach some conclusion. An older blond woman stood, clearing her throat, and placed the bid. “Eighty dollars!” she said firmly.
Several bidders sank into their seats, defeated, but a few remained in the race. “Ninety dollars,” she placed.
“One hundred!” the blond woman countered.
“One hundred five.”
“One hundred ten!”
“Hundred twenty!”
The rhythm of bidding broke a beat, and it looked like the dark-haired woman would win. Up on stage, the auction mistress took hold of Duo’s braid, and much to Duo’s annoyance, began to undo it. A murmur of renewed interest sped through the crowd, and the blond woman held another hasty whispered conference with her co-bidders. She straightened up, looking determined. “One hundred and forty dollars!” she called.
The burst of cheering that greeted her bid seemed to decide the matter, and her opponent sat down with a regretful sigh. “Sold! For one hundred and forty dollars!” Nightshade announced. One of the other three, an auburn-haired woman, got up and went over to the front desk to pay. Duo followed her back to their seat, looking more than a little smug at the price he had set. Interest returned to the front platform, where Heero was being led out. “Take a good look, ladies and gentlemen,” Nightshade told them gleefully, “This bishie comes with accessories!”
Duo looked, the burst out laughing; for some reason, Heero was still holding onto the Hello Kitty vibrator that had gotten them all into this mess in the first place. Fortunately for his continued health, his laugh was drowned out in the roar of enthusiasm from the crowd. Heero blushed scarlet, and looked like he wasn’t sure whether to wish for a rocket launcher or a self-destruct button. Or possibly a rocket launcher *with* a self-destruct button.
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Date: 2006-02-21 06:40 am (UTC)His price rose quickly, though not as quickly as Duo’s had. As it hovered near seventy-five, another one of Duo’s buyers leaned forward and gave him a nudge. “Bid,” she whispered.
Duo gave her a look that very eloquently conveyed the message Are-you-crazy-he’d-kill-me-even-if-it-is-something-I’d-love-to-do-I’m-not-horny-enough-to-get-shot-for-it, at-least-not-yet-I’m-not-although-another-week-of-bunking-with-him-in-those-spandex-shorts-might-do-it, but she ignored it. “We’ve got two more contributors,” she told him, indicating a couple of young women sitting next to her.16 “Bid on him. We did buy you until midnight, you know.”
He blushed, but rose unsteadily to his feet. “Ninety dollars,” he said, although his voice was so weak that he had to repeat himself before anyone heard.
It was the first bid a guy had made on another guy, and the con-goers loved it. He was greeted with a wave of applause; Heero’s eyes snapped to him, with a mixture of embarrassment, disbelief, and... something.
The other bidders wavered, but they were yaoi-lovers as well as bishie-lovers, and the thought of a guy buying another guy worked its magic on them. They gave way, and the young woman who had instructed Duo to bid gleefully grabbed his hand and dragged him up to the front desk. Heero dragged his feet as he approached Duo, eyeing him warily, but the blonde gestured enthusiastically at the two of them and clasped her hands together in front of her. Duo got the message, and glomped onto Heero. A roar rose up from the crowd, as Duo wrapped himself around Heero, who stood there like a frozen statue for a long minute before numbly returning the hug.
If Duo had looked smug before, it was nothing compared to his expression now, as he dragged Heero back to their seat. Eventually, the crowd quieted, and expected eyes turned to the front of the room and the last bishounen in the queue.
“And now, the bishounen you’ve all been waiting for...” Nightshade called out, leering suggestively towards the side of the platform. “Our very own convention pet, Shiki!”17
The auction mistress returned to the stage, leading the young Asian man to the platform by the leash attached to his hands. “What do you say, ladies and gentlemen?” Nightshade said slyly into the microphone, as her partner turned the obedient Shiki in a full circle on the stage. “What can you give us for such a fine specimen of bishi-hood? We’ll start the bidding at twenty dollars...”
The response was immediate. Offers came from all over the audience, so quickly that it was difficult to distinguish one voice from another. The price climbed quickly,
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Date: 2006-02-21 06:40 am (UTC)“One-fifty!” offered a sturdily-built woman with red hair.
“One fifty-five,” countered a woman dressed as a black and white tiger.
“One sixty-five!” the redhead returned.
“One-eighty!” the catwoman called out, glaring daggers at her opponent.
Excited by the growing tension in the room, Quatre leapt to his feet. “Two hundred!” he yelled.18 Spontaneous applause burst out from the crowd. Wufei stared in shock as the gentle, reserved little Quatre joined the bidding war.
The redhead dropped back into her seat, defeated, but after a moment, the cat-woman rallied. “Two hundred ten!” she responded.
“Two hundred twenty!”
“Two twenty five!”
“Two thirty!”
“What are you doing?” Wufei hissed at him, from a nearby seat.
“But, Wufei!” Quatre pouted, keeping his eyes on the young man onstage. “He’s gorgeous!”
“Two hundred and fifty dollars,” the cat-woman said firmly, not a hint of give in her voice. Mutters and sighs of awe stirred among the audience. Nightshade jumped back into the fray.
“Ladies and gentlemen, we have an unmatched bid! Two hundred and fifty dollars for the adorable Shiki! Oh, she’s a determined one, all right! Do I have a higher offer?”
Quatre licked his lips unsurely, but he looked tempted. Firmly, Wufei reached out a hand and yanked the young businessman back into his seat.
“Going once... going twice... Sold! For two hundred and fifty dollars. We have a winner!”
“Yes, but I could have had him,” Quatre muttered sulkily.
“Well, don’t look so glum,” Duo advised him, as he was led past by his group of
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Date: 2006-02-21 06:40 am (UTC)--next day, Sunday--
Well, actually, for me it pretty much was over after the AMV contest. Me and Sailor Seraphim went back to our room and swapped DJs until 3 AM. So we missed on a lot of the fun. *grumble*
But... as I’m sure you’ve heard by now, most of the rest of the 1x2 contingent (with Heero and Duo) danced until the morning light. Actually, they drank beer and ate gummi penii and took photos of various poses ranging from PG-13 to R. Hotel security had to come and break them up. Wish I coulda gone along, although I couldn’t have drunk anything anyway. *hem*
“Man -- what a night!” Duo dropped into a chair by the table, grinning widely. His hair was suspiciously mussed, and his jacket was open in the front. Heero, in a nearby chair, listed to the side, his eyes somewhat glazed over.
Quatre’s eyes were wide. “Duo -- you didn’t spend all night with them, did you?” he asked apprehensively.
“Why not?” Duo said, rather smug. “They bought me, after all.”
Heero groaned and slumped forward onto the table. “I don’t even remember what happened,” he confessed.
“Oh, don’t worry, Hee-chan!” Duo said brightly. “I got pictures!” He pulled an envelope out of his pocket and waved it around.
Another piteous moan escaped from Heero’s direction. Quatre gulped nervously. “They had cameras?”
“Yeah, but don’t worry, they gave me the pictures,” Duo assured him. A slight frown crossed his face. “Come to think of it, what did they do with those negatives?”
Heero lifted his head far enough to give Duo a bloodshot death glare. Duo laughed nervously and put the pictures back in his pocket.
Wufei came in, looking considerably better rested than the rest of them. “Barton’s still not down yet?” he remarked.
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Date: 2006-02-21 06:40 am (UTC)--next day, Sunday--
Well, actually, for me it pretty much was over after the AMV contest. Me and Sailor Seraphim went back to our room and swapped DJs until 3 AM. So we missed on a lot of the fun. *grumble*
But... as I’m sure you’ve heard by now, most of the rest of the 1x2 contingent (with Heero and Duo) danced until the morning light. Actually, they drank beer and ate gummi penii and took photos of various poses ranging from PG-13 to R. Hotel security had to come and break them up. Wish I coulda gone along, although I couldn’t have drunk anything anyway. *hem*
“Man -- what a night!” Duo dropped into a chair by the table, grinning widely. His hair was suspiciously mussed, and his jacket was open in the front. Heero, in a nearby chair, listed to the side, his eyes somewhat glazed over.
Quatre’s eyes were wide. “Duo -- you didn’t spend all night with them, did you?” he asked apprehensively.
“Why not?” Duo said, rather smug. “They bought me, after all.”
Heero groaned and slumped forward onto the table. “I don’t even remember what happened,” he confessed.
“Oh, don’t worry, Hee-chan!” Duo said brightly. “I got pictures!” He pulled an envelope out of his pocket and waved it around.
Another piteous moan escaped from Heero’s direction. Quatre gulped nervously. “They had cameras?”
“Yeah, but don’t worry, they gave me the pictures,” Duo assured him. A slight frown crossed his face. “Come to think of it, what did they do with those negatives?”
Heero lifted his head far enough to give Duo a bloodshot death glare. Duo laughed nervously and put the pictures back in his pocket.
Wufei came in, looking considerably better rested than the rest of them. “Barton’s still not down yet?” he remarked.
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Date: 2006-02-21 06:40 am (UTC)“What?” Quatre started, and looked up at him. “You mean he’s not still in the room?”
Wufei raised one eyebrow. “I assumed he was spending the night in your room, Winner.”
Quatre gaped, then turned bright pink. “Certainly not!” he stammered. “What... er whatever gave you that idea?”
Wufei smirked. “Well, the noises that were coming through the wall seemed to indicate someone was in there, and it wasn’t Duo and Heero.”
Quatre’s pink shaded towards red. “There was no-one else in the room,” he protested. “I just read for a while, then went to bed.”
Duo grinned. “Reading those new comics of yours, Quatre?” he said slyly. Quatre’s red turned lobster red, and he slowly sank out of sight beneath the table.
Duo laughed, and then suddenly stopped short, sitting up straight in his chair with a gasp. “What the -- ooooh.” His eyes rolled back in his head, and he slumped back in his chair, shifting his hips farther forward under the long white tablecloth.
Wufei stared, shocked and horrified, and Duo began to moan and writhe in his chair. He spent several minutes spluttering, before he finally managed to sputter out... “Maxwell? What are you DOING?”
Duo didn’t respond, apparently completely oblivious to Wufei’s words. For a minute, he almost considered looking under the table just to check, but from Duo’s pants and twitches, it was pretty obvious just WHAT Quatre was doing under the table. He edged away, but almost against his will his gaze was drawn back to Duo’s ecstatic features. Swallowing hard, he tried in vain to quell his own reaction to Duo’s erotic writhing, but his pants were becoming uncomfortably tight.
A surprised noise came from under the table, and Duo jerked one last time, shuddering, before going limp in his chair. “Winner!” Wufei sputtered. “You pervert! How could you possibly... in a RESTAURANT?”
“How could I what?” Quatre said crossly from under the table. “Buy a couple doujinshi? Big deal!”
“No!” Wufei exploded. “How could you even consider servicing Maxwell under the table?!”
“WHAT?” Shocked, Quatre popped his head up from under the table, nearly knocking himself senseless. “What are you talking about, Wufei? You’re the one who’s getting hot and bothered!”
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Date: 2006-02-21 06:40 am (UTC)“What?” Quatre started, and looked up at him. “You mean he’s not still in the room?”
Wufei raised one eyebrow. “I assumed he was spending the night in your room, Winner.”
Quatre gaped, then turned bright pink. “Certainly not!” he stammered. “What... er whatever gave you that idea?”
Wufei smirked. “Well, the noises that were coming through the wall seemed to indicate someone was in there, and it wasn’t Duo and Heero.”
Quatre’s pink shaded towards red. “There was no-one else in the room,” he protested. “I just read for a while, then went to bed.”
Duo grinned. “Reading those new comics of yours, Quatre?” he said slyly. Quatre’s red turned lobster red, and he slowly sank out of sight beneath the table.
Duo laughed, and then suddenly stopped short, sitting up straight in his chair with a gasp. “What the -- ooooh.” His eyes rolled back in his head, and he slumped back in his chair, shifting his hips farther forward under the long white tablecloth.
Wufei stared, shocked and horrified, and Duo began to moan and writhe in his chair. He spent several minutes spluttering, before he finally managed to sputter out... “Maxwell? What are you DOING?”
Duo didn’t respond, apparently completely oblivious to Wufei’s words. For a minute, he almost considered looking under the table just to check, but from Duo’s pants and twitches, it was pretty obvious just WHAT Quatre was doing under the table. He edged away, but almost against his will his gaze was drawn back to Duo’s ecstatic features. Swallowing hard, he tried in vain to quell his own reaction to Duo’s erotic writhing, but his pants were becoming uncomfortably tight.
A surprised noise came from under the table, and Duo jerked one last time, shuddering, before going limp in his chair. “Winner!” Wufei sputtered. “You pervert! How could you possibly... in a RESTAURANT?”
“How could I what?” Quatre said crossly from under the table. “Buy a couple doujinshi? Big deal!”
“No!” Wufei exploded. “How could you even consider servicing Maxwell under the table?!”
“WHAT?” Shocked, Quatre popped his head up from under the table, nearly knocking himself senseless. “What are you talking about, Wufei? You’re the one who’s getting hot and bothered!”
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Date: 2006-02-21 06:40 am (UTC)Suddenly, suspicious, Wufei took, a chance, peeking under the tablecloth... sure enough, Duo’s black jeans were innocently in place, obviously undisturbed. He raised his head from underneath the table to find Duo smirking at him. “You -- “ he sputtered.
“Me what?” Duo said, with wide, innocent eyes. “You were the one jumping to conclusions, ‘Fei-chan...”
“Don’t call me that!” Wufei fumed.
“Oooh, are you a little disappointed?” Duo teased.
“NO!”
“Stop shouting,” a voice growled. “I have a headache.” Wufei glanced over to see that Heero, head on the table with his arms over his eyes, had missed the entire thing. Duo followed his glance, then pouted to see that Heero wasn’t watching his antics.
After a minute, the disappointed pout was replaced by an evil grin, and without warning, he too slid off his chair and under the table.
Wufei covered his face with his hands. He didn’t want to get involved again.
“Wha -- DUO!” Heero sat up so fast that he nearly knocked himself out of his chair.
Ignoring this, Wufei shrugged and pulled out a chair of his own, picking up the cafe’s breakfast menu. “I suppose Barton spent the night in the video room... again.”
Heero sighed. “Whose turn is it to bring him food this time?” he said wearily.
“What are you doing here, Wufei?” Quatre asked. “I would have thought you would be at the AMV judging.”
“It was delayed,” Wufei said irritably. “Like everything else at this con...” He snorted in disgust. “It’s the Christian convention upstairs, as usual. They’re not out of the main rooms in time.”
Duo froze with his glass of water raised halfway to his lips. “Wait a minute! The other convention here is a CHRISTIAN convention?”
“Didn’t you know?” Wufei looked over at Duo.
“No!” Duo burst out laughing, nearly spilling water all over himself. “Are you saying,” he gasped out between chuckles, “that people of religious... conviction ended up... in the same hotel... as a convention of crazies... obsessed with guys having sex?”
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