Maxwell's Demon (Part 2 - Part 3)
[at Treize's estate]
"Ohhh....," mumbled the traumatized Chinese pilot.
Wufei was lying on the sofa, clutching a bloody handkerchief to
his nose, as his head rested in Zechs' lap. The OZ ace scowled at
Treize who sat at the other end of the sofa, occasionally rubbing poor
Wufei's toes as he leafed through the pictures that had accompanied
Relena's email message and which he had just printed out. It had been
those same photos of Heero and Duo that had given Wufei a spectacular
"I can't believe he's still THAT shy after sleeping with both of
us!" Zechs muttered, hoping that he won't have to explain getting
bloodstains on his pristine white pants.
Treize absently said, "Why do you think he ends up blindfolded
most of the time or why I always keep the room so dark? Do you have
any idea how many sets of sheets he's managed to ruin? Although in
this day and age, you'd think they'd come up with an effective way to
get bloodstains out of silk... hmmmm...." The nobleman held up one
particular picture and showed it to Zechs. "What do you think about
As Zechs took a closer look at the photo, his blue eyes slowly
went wide and an expression of disbelief appeared on his face. He
give Treize a wary look.
"You... you don't mean... you're not suggesting that *I*...."
The enthusiastic nod and the mischievous smile on his superior
officer's face confirmed Zechs' worst fears. The OZ pilot jumped to
his feet. Unfortunately, he had totally forgotten Wufei's presence in
his lap and ended up dumping his other lover onto the cold marble
"Ow!!!" howled Wufei as he landed with a thud.
"Are you CRAZY, Treize!?"
"Why not?" The OZ general gave his platinum-haired lover a benign
"Because if I tried something like that, I'd end up in traction
for DAYS! If you haven't noticed, that damned Gundam pilot is over a
foot shorter than I am!"
Treize raised an elegant eyebrow. "Oh, so now you're admitting
that there's something that Heero Yuy can do that you can't?"
Zechs turned away, his back rigid with offended pride, and
snarled, "I didn't say that."
The OZ general smugly inspected his fingernails. "That's what it
Zechs whirled around. "Anything he can do, I can do and better!"
"And if I say that I don't believe you?" cooed Treize tauntingly.
The wolfish OZ pilot stalked forward. "Then I guess I'll just
have to PROVE it to you."
"Zechs, don't do anything stupid!" warned Wufei who was still
lying on the floor. "Haven't you figured it out by now? That Heero's
just not human!" The Chinese pilot grabbed at Zechs' legs in an
effort to keep him from moving. "Damn it! I don't want to see you
get hurt attempting something so reckless!"
Zechs gave the young Gundam pilot a stern stare. "Wufei, you of
all people should understand that my pride and honor are now at
"Oh hell, if you put it THAT way...," muttered Wufei morosely. He
released his grip on Zechs and slouched against the sofa.
Treize purred, "Are you sure you don't want to join us, little
"Uh-uh. No way. Despite what you think, I've still got SOME
sense of self-preservation! Besides, I've got a bad feeling that
you're going to need someone to call the medical staff before you're
through," growled an irate Wufei.
He was eventually right.
[at the Gundam pilots' safehouse]
Relena frowned in annoyance and bewilderment. "What are you
babbling about now, you monster?" she snarled at Duo. "And keep your
slimy paws off of him!"
Heero, who had no apparent objections to Duo's hands, gave her a
Trowa silently handed over several of the pictures to Relena. She
stared at them for a long moment, then finally muttered, "Oh my...
it's the wrong set." Her face set in a regally restrained expression
of distaste, she handed the photos back to Trowa.
"The... wrong... set...," growled Heero, nearly shaking in rage.
Hearing the fury in his lover's voice, Duo took the precaution of
wrapping his arms firmly around Heero's waist.
"Heero! The computer file! We've got to stop it from getting
sent out!" the Deathscythe pilot frantically reminded his companion.
"Can you imagine what will happen if Doctor J or those other freaks
get a hold of those pictures!?"
The Wing pilot's face suddenly turned as green as his tanktop as
Duo's words sank in.
As Quatre scurried off to the bathroom and faint retching noises
could be heard, Trowa frowned and said in a mildly shocked voice,
"Really, Duo, was THAT comment actually necessary?"
Duo blurted, "Sorry about that, guys, but we've got to remember
what's really important! It's not like I don't want to pound her into
the ground, but we've got to worry about that computer file first!"
He gave Relena a harassed glance and said, "How the hell are you going
to distribute that stupid file?"
She gave him her most queenly stare and sneered, "As if I'm going
to tell you?"
Duo yelled back, "C'mon! Don't you get it, you nit-wit!? If
those pictures get out, do you have ANY idea how humiliating it's
going to be for Heero!?" A sly gleam entered his violet eyes. "You
wouldn't want to do that, would you? Embarrass the man you love, eh?"
Relena flushed a deep red. "Oh no... I didn't think about that."
It finally occurred to her just how unhappy Heero would be to find
XXX-rated pictures of himself splashed across every computer in the
Duo softly muttered, "I didn't think so...."
"Of course... I can't let that happen."
His face set in hard lines, Heero growled, "What sort of program
are you using to distribute the file?"
"I... well, let's see if I can remember... I used a search... what
were the terms?" She smiled. "I remember searching for terms like
'self-replicating', 'auto-send', that sort of thing. I ended up
finding a program called 'Amelia'."
Heero closed his eyes and rubbed at his forehead.
"What's wrong?" asked Duo, worried at the uncharacteristic show of
emotion on his lover's face.
"She picked a damn computer virus. The Amelia virus is the modern
version of a very old email virus called Melissa. Basically, once it
hits a computer, it automatically sends out copies of a specified file
to every single email address contained in that computer."
Duo's amethyst eyes grew wide. "You... you don't mean to tell me
that the entire friggin' network is about to get mail-bombed by
Relena's damn file and OUR pictures!?!?" he squawked in disbelief.
Heero muttered, "Not only that. If it isn't stopped quickly
enough, it's very possible that the Amelia virus could permanently
crash the network just from the sheer overload of messages."
"Oh dear...." murmured Relena.
"Great, now we have to also worry about the end of civilization as
well!" yelled Duo.
Quatre, still looking a bit pale, walked into the room and said,
"But can you stop it, Heero?"
The Wing pilot nodded grimly. "I think so, if I catch it before
it gets released into the network. If it gets out, we might as well
forget it. Our best chance is at the computer where she put the file
together." He shook off Duo's grasp and stalked toward Relena.
"And you're going to take me there."
"Of course! But on one condition...."
"You're NOT in any position to make conditions!" Heero spat out.
She gave him a faintly injured look. "I know that's not really
YOU talking." Relena scowled at Duo, who rolled his eyes in
"What are you raving about now?" demanded Heero, growing more
irritated by the second.
"No, wait! I'll be happy to show you where I was working... but
only if you come alone."
"Now hold it a damn minute!" objected Duo.
"I insist! Only Heero comes with me!" she said, stamping her
Relena smiled to herself. The other set of pictures -- the ones
proving that Duo Maxwell was a murderous demonic fiend -- were in her
office. Once she got Heero alone and away from Duo's immediate
influence, she could hopefully convince him of the truth about
Maxwell. And if THAT didn't work... well, she had that contingency
It was obvious to all the Gundam pilots that Relena was up to
something crooked, but Heero merely snapped, "Fine. Let's go." He
dumped the photos into Duo's hands -- all except one, which he
surreptitiously stuffed into some mysterious place in his shorts --
then grabbed Relena's arm and dragged her out of the house. A few
seconds later, they heard an engine rev and tires squealing as a car
As soon as they were gone, Duo threw the pictures of him and Heero
on the table and headed for the back door.
"Duo? You're following them?" Quatre asked.
"Of course I am! Do you think I'm leaving Heero alone with HER!?
I'm sure Heero's expecting me to follow. Besides, I wouldn't put
anything past her at this point. She could bloody well have some
crazy scheme to kidnap him, for all I know!"
Before he rushed out the door, Duo suddenly turned around. There
was a dangerous glitter in Duo's violet eyes as he growled ominously,
"I am Shinigami and Heero Yuy's MINE!"
After the braided pilot's departure, Trowa and Quatre exchanged
long looks. Finally, the Sandrock pilot spoke.
"You know... he sounded awfully serious...."
"Trowa, are you pondering what I'm pondering?"
"I think so, Quatre," the Heavyarms pilot responded, thinking of
the potentially explosive combination of an infuriated Heero, a
blindly obsessed Relena, and a dangerously possessive Duo.
Without another word, the two of them ran out of the safehouse
after their fellow pilots.
[on the road to Relena's office]
As he drove down the road at a high rate of speed, Heero was
grateful that Relena had the apparent wisdom to keep her mouth shut,
but as soon as the thought crossed his mind, she ruined everything by
He growled irately at her, simmering in barely controlled fury.
She edged closer to him and said, "Heero?"
He hoped that she wouldn't start screeching any louder. If she
did, he was going to punch her out cold and that would cause
complications later on....
She coughed awkwardly. "I didn't mean to make such a mess of
things. Really I didn't. The last thing I wanted to do is to hurt
you in any way, but I simply HAD to show you that you were only being
used... no, that you were being hideously ABUSED by Maxwell."
He flicked an icy glare in her direction.
"I know that long ago... when you were a child, you were...
normal. Happy... carefree.... And then, something terrible happened
to make you this way. And... and I think it's absolutely horrible how
that monster took advantage of your vulnerability and pain!"
Heero's eyes widened as his anger transformed into incredulity and
disbelief. Unfortunately, like so many times before, Relena
completely misinterpreted his expression.
She clutched at his arm and said in an earnest voice, "Yes, don't
be surprised that I know the truth! There's no need to pretend any
more. And nothing you've been through will make me think less of you,
my dear Heero!"
He absently wondered if she had the slightest idea just how
pompous and patronizing she sounded.
"You're probably used to this sort of... unhealthy...
relationship. I've read that even the most horrible things begin to
feel... normal... if they go on long enough. And I'm sure that
Maxwell is relying on that fact to keep you under his control!" A
unnerving, teary look appeared in her eyes as she hovered even closer.
As he instinctively leaned away from the encroachment on his
personal space, she sniffed sadly. "But it doesn't have to continue
this way, Heero! The pain... the humiliation... the degradation....
You know, they have doctors and therapists who can help people like
you. If you let them, they can... they can FIX you.... They can
save you from this... this hellish, abusive relationship that... that
vicious creature's sucked you into!"
Heero slammed on the brakes and pulled the car to a screeching
stop at the side of the road.
"Don't EVER talk that way about Duo," he snarled.
"Stop trying to deny your feelings, Heero! If you ever want to be
free of him...."
With deadly precision, he retorted, "Deny my own feelings? That's
the last thing I'm doing. And what if I don't WANT to be free of
"Oh, Heero, why won't you face the truth?" Relena moaned,
mournfully shaking her head.
"The truth!?" He glared at her. "You want the TRUTH!? Well,
here's the damn truth!"
Heero yanked out the picture he had pocketed earlier and shoved it
in Relena's face. Pictures of him and Duo having sex were bad enough,
but what really enraged Heero were the other pictures of quieter, more
intimate moments... moments when emotions normally hidden could
plainly be seen. The particular photo in question was one of Duo as
he leaned above Heero with a faint smile, his long chestnut hair
cascading loosely over his shoulders. But it was the expression of
love in those clear, amethyst eyes as Duo stared down at him that made
the photo so important to the Wing pilot.
That look on Duo's face was for him and him alone. He would be
DAMNED if he would let a hoard of complete strangers see it... to let
them intrude on that exquisitely private moment.
Relena gave the photo a dismissive glance and shook her head
sadly. "Oh, my poor Heero...." She could just see the hunger and
greed lurking in that monster Duo's eyes. Who knows what evil plans
were going through the creature's mind at that moment?
The Wing pilot clutched the steering wheel with a white-knuckled
grip and slowly banged his head against it. Now he knew how Duo had
been feeling earlier. Relena was obviously in her own delusional
world and nothing he could say or show her would make her believe
otherwise. Duo made him feel human... alive... and it frustrated him
to no end to have Relena accuse Duo -- the one truly GOOD thing in his
life -- of maliciously abusing him.
He damn well knew she was wrong. After all, he had first-hand
experience with the real thing.
Heero hissed angrily and restarted the car. He wasn't going to
think about Relena's garbage any more. He was going to retrieve the
damn file, then drop her into the deepest hole he could find and BURY
[at Treize's estate]
"I warned you, didn't I?" said a distinctly intoxicated Wufei with
a smug little smirk.
"Shut up and just help me get my leg untangled!" Treize growled
A distinctly evil expression crossed the Chinese pilot's face as
he stared down at the helpless OZ general.
"No... wait... what are you...? You wouldn't.... Oh hell, you
would! Wufei, stop that! Not the feathers!!!" babbled a suddenly
"Oh yes, the feathers," Wufei said inexorably, cracking his
knuckles in anticipation. "That would only be... justice," he said
with a slightly drunken giggle.
Zechs was in no position to really say anything, but he shot a
'now-you've-done-it' glare at Treize. The dirty look was soon
followed by a pained yelp as his superior officer started to squirm
[at Relena's office, located on one of the buildings on Treize's
Relena Peacecraft's secretary was cleaning up her employer's
office when room suddenly went dim, as if someone had simultaneously
closed the curtains and turned off the lights. She froze as something
sharp pricked the back of her neck and a soft husky male voice asked,
"Did Relena receive a bunch of photos recently?"
"Y-Yes. From two different people. It was two days ago. She was
frightfully upset...," she murmured nervously.
"I see. So there really are two sets of pictures floating around.
So where are they now?"
"She took one set with her."
"And where's the other set?" the male voice asked cheerfully.
Terribly conscious of the sharp object brushing her neck, she told
"Thanks for the info. Just one last thing."
"Did you take a look at that second set of pictures?"
She shivered. When she didn't answer, the sharpness pressed
against her throat and she felt something warm trickle down her neck.
"Yes... I... I did."
"And what was on them?"
She told him that, too.
The sharp object abruptly left her neck. The secretary whirled
around to see a short, slim figure standing a few feet away, its black
clothes blending into the general dimness of the office. She was
startled to realize that her attacker was just a teenage boy. But
there was something strangely familiar about him....
He chuckled ruefully and shook his head.
"Oh dear. Now I'm going to have to kill you."
The boy's long chestnut bangs had obscured much of his face, but
when he carelessly tossed back his waist-length braid and lifted his
head, the secretary was horrified to see two luminous violet eyes
staring at her. No whites or pupils... just those softly glowing
amethyst orbs that seem to suck her down into their endless depths.
Totally entranced, she never noticed when the glowing green scythe
flared into existence and decapitated her with a single stroke.
< It would be nearly a month later before a startled maintenance
man (who had trying to track down the odd smell everyone was
complaining about) accidentally discovered the dismembered body of a
female hidden in Relena's office. But as for just how it ended up
crammed twenty-five feet up the chimney, no one could come up with a
plausible suggestion. >
[15 minutes later, Relena's office]
Heero stalked into Relena's darkened office and froze as she
fiddled with the broken light switch. He thought he could detect the
familiar metallic scent of blood, but a careful look around the room
showed nothing unusual.
"Where did she go?" Relena muttered in frustration. She had been
relying on having her secretary around to help make the necessary
arrangements, but the foolish woman was nowhere to be found.
The Wing pilot shook his head sharply as Relena walked over to her
desk. At first, she seemed confident -- almost smug -- but as he
watched, she became increasing frantic as she searched the desk for
"Oh no... oh no... it's not here! Where can it possibly be? It
has to be here!" she wailed.
"Relena...," he growled ominously.
"They're gone! All the pictures of Maxwell are gone!"
Heero stalked over to her. "Are you still going on about that?"
"But I'm telling you they were here! The other set of pictures
and the videotape of the monster!"
He grabbed her arm and snapped, "Where's the computer?"
"The computer where you put the file together," he said flatly,
giving her a hard shake. "I'm in no mood for games!"
She mutely pointed to the work station off to the side of her
After he got the necessary passwords out of her, he sat down at
the computer and started to work.
Relena was in a near state of panic at the moment. The pictures
were gone. Her only evidence against Duo Maxwell had vanished. But
how? They had left the monster far behind at the house, so who could
have taken the pictures?
She gazed at Heero's back as she continued to rummage around her
desk in the faint hope that her secretary had simply put them in a
drawer. But she was coming to realize that even if she could find the
pictures, they would be useless. That demon Maxwell simply had too
powerful a grip on poor Heero's mind. The monster had even managed to
convince Heero that Duo was actually in love with him, when it was
blatantly clear to her that Heero was just a convenient plaything and
maybe even a potential meal.
Her face set with grim determination, she opened one last drawer
and pulled out the specially prepared pistol. She had hoped that it
wouldn't come down to this, but with the missing pictures and her
inability to break through Maxwell's web of lies, she had no choice.
Relena took deliberate aim at Heero's back and pulled the trigger.
Heero caught a glimpse of her movement reflected off the computer
screen a fraction of a second before she fired. Sheer surprise held
him frozen for a vital split second and a sharp pain hit him in the
He jumped to his feet and spun around. Grabbing at his shoulder,
his fingers encounter a tranquilizer dart.
In the face of his accusing stare, Relena dropped the air pistol
and whispered tearfully, "I'm sorry, Heero. I really am. I didn't
want to do it, but it's the only way to save you from Maxwell. I know
you probably hate me at the moment, but when you're cured and that
monster's dead, you'll understand and forgive me, I'm sure."
Heero's brain skipped to the most important thing. "What do you
mean 'when that monster's dead'?" he shouted furiously. The Wing
pilot pounced on her and pinned her against the desk. "What the hell
have you done to Duo!?"
She gasped out, "I... I sent a message to Treize Khushrenada...
warning him all about Maxwell. He's probably sending OZ forces to
destroy the creature even as we speak...."
"You...." Heero found it impossible to finish his sentence as a
tremendous wave of numbness and dizziness sent him staggering.
As he started to sag to the ground, she grabbed him and held him
close. "Don't fight it, Heero. You'll only make it worse."
"Let... go... of... me...," he gritted out, but Relena was too
busy chattering about psychologists and therapy sessions and wedding
plans to pay attention.
When Heero finally went limp, Relena managed to heave him over
onto her desk. Panting with the exertion, she stared down at his
gorgeous, still face. Impulsively, she bent down and gave the
unconscious Heero her most passionate kiss just as Duo burst through
the door to her office.
"You bitch! What the hell did you do to him!?" the braided pilot
shouted furiously at her.
When Trowa and Quatre finally arrived at Relena's office, they
found a most interesting scene. Relena was lying on the floor, bound
hand and foot, and gagged with a big wad of pantyhose. She didn't pay
any attention to the two newcomers. Instead, she continued to
futilely thrash around, uttering very muffled screams of rage as she
glared at the two boys on top of her desk.
Quatre and Trowa both blinked as they observed Duo who appeared to
be in the middle of a protracted, saliva-swapping kiss with a rather
Finally, Trowa said in a detached voice, "Duo, don't you think
that this really isn't the time for that? You're supposed to be
trying to retrieve that computer file."
Duo pulled his lips free from Heero's and gasped, "Don't you think
I know THAT!? But Relena somehow knocked him out cold with some
blasted drug dart and now he's not breathing!" He bent down over
Heero to blow some more air into his lover's lungs.
"WHAT!" blurted Quatre as he ran over to the desk. Checking
Heero's pulse, he found it appallingly sluggish.
Between breaths, Duo managed to say, "Find out what that bitch
used... and call Sally Po and see if she knows an antidote for it!"
He watched Heero tensely. Duo had been successful in getting Heero to
start breathing several times already, but he couldn't *keep* the Wing
Trowa yanked the wad of pantyhose out of Relena's mouth, listened
briefly to her rambling discourse that consisted of abject apologies
to Heero and screams for Duo to stop molesting the Wing pilot. Soon
realizing that Relena wasn't going to say anything immediately useful,
Trowa laconically stuffed the pantyhose back into her mouth and picked
up the phone. Fortunately, the doctor was available.
"Sally, we have a problem."
"What's wrong, Trowa?" she said over the phone.
"Heero's been injected with a drug and now he's not breathing...
correction, his breathing keeps stopping."
"Do you know what drug he was given?"
Trowa carefully read off the drug name and dosage off the dart's
There was a long silence, then Sally said, "Would you mind telling
me how Heero got hit with a tranquilizer for animals? And it's no
wonder he's having problems breathing! That dosage could take down a
herd of full grown horses!"
Duo scowled furiously at Relena. "Shit! Just what were you
thinking, you idiot!?"
Quatre thoughtfully ungagged Relena who sputtered, "It wasn't MY
fault! I asked a doctor who forwarded me to a colleague of his! I
can't help it if the fool gave me the wrong drug! Besides, what
difference could it make? If it's harmless for animals, surely it
should be fine for people, as well!"
Trowa sighed quietly and muttered, "Someone should tell her about
"What the hell did you exactly tell the doctor that you needed the
drug for?" Duo asked sarcastically. "I bet you didn't tell him that
you were planning to kidnap someone!"
Relena turned beet red and mumbled something.
Quatre, who was the only person in the room in a position to hear
what she was saying, suddenly exclaimed, "You said you were going to
do WHAT with a STALLION!?"
Over the phone, Sally said, "Listen. I know of something that
will partially counteract the drug. You should be able to find it in
any infirmary. Give me a call once you have it. By then, I should
have figured out the appropriate dosage."
After Sally read off the name of the antidote, Trowa hung up and
turned to Duo. "I'll take care of it and be back shortly."
As they waited for Trowa's return, Quatre stood up and said, "I'll
take a quick look around and make sure...." His words were abruptly
cut short as Relena managed to hook her feet around his ankle and trip
him, sending him sprawling on his face.
As he gingerly picked himself off the floor, he blurted, "Miss
Relena! Why on earth did you do THAT for?" Quatre then looked
appalled as she burst into tears.
"Please don't leave me and Heero alone with HIM!" she sobbed.
"With HIM!" With her bound feet, Relena pointed at Duo, who was
staring at her with a decidedly nasty gleam in his violet eyes. "God
knows what that monster will do!"
Quatre gave her a dubious look. "Miss Relena, are you STILL going
on with those crazy accusations about Duo?"
"I'm not crazy! I'm telling you he's an evil monster and now he's
going to kill me because I know too much!"
"Be afraid. Be VERY afraid," Duo said with a menacing snigger,
even as he kept a careful eye on Heero's erratic breathing.
"Duo!" exclaimed Quatre in a scolding voice. "You're only making
her more frightened by teasing her like that!"
"Damn right I am!" the Deathscythe pilot said without a shred of
remorse. "The bitch could have killed Heero with her stupidity and
I'm going to see that she bloody well pays!"
"See! See what I mean!" shrieked the now terrified Relena. She
could clearly see the malevolent gleam in Maxwell's hideous purple
"Gee, Relena, what do we happen to have in here?" Duo muttered as
he peered inside the oversized purse she had left beside the desk.
"My my my. A serious handgun -- it's even loaded! -- and a few hand
grenades? Just the thing your normal, everyday total pacifist carts
around in her bag, I'm sure."
"Keep your filthy paws off my things!" she shouted.
Duo glared dangerously at her. "Oh? Do you consider Heero to be
one of your THINGS?" He lifted the pistol and took careful aim at
"That isn't funny, Duo!" the Arab pilot exclaimed.
"Who said I was joking?" the American said with the same maniacal
grin he wore when he was slicing enemy Mobile Suits to shreds. But to
Quatre's relief, he put the gun away and settled down beside the still
unconscious Heero with the all the grace and lethal beauty of a black
Quatre sighed and sat down on the floor beside the still
hysterical Relena. He hoped that Trowa would come back soon.
Within a half hour, Trowa returned with the antidote to the
tranquilizer. After a quick consultation with Sally Po, they
administered the drug and waited for it to take effect. With Relena
bouncing between wild threats and terrified entreaties, Trowa and
Quatre finally dragged her out into the waiting room to keep her away
from the thoroughly aggravated Duo. As they dumped her on a chair,
the phone rang.
"Trowa, I'm so sorry. I was in such a rush I forgot to tell you
something important about the tranquilizer and its counteragent."
"What is it?"
"There are certain side-effects."
"What sort of side-effects?" Trowa asked, a faint frown of concern
on his face.
"Uncontrolled euphoria, a loss of normal inhibitions, and a
dramatically increased libido."
Quatre muttered, "Oh no...." He ran over to Relena's office and
"What's up?" Duo asked the blond pilot with a curious look.
"Sally Po just told us that the drugs in Heero's system are likely
to cause certain side-effects."
The American stiffened, "Like what!?"
"She said there's going to be euphoria...."
Suddenly, Heero curled up and uttered a distinct giggle.
"....and.... and a loss of...," the Sandrock pilot stammered,
eyeing the softly giggling Wing pilot uncertainly.
A pair of arms suddenly wrapped themselves tightly around a
startled Duo and pulled him back against a warm, firm body.
"Heero!" yelped the braided pilot, a relieved smile on his face.
"I'm SO glad you're safe...," Heero purred, nuzzling at Duo's neck
and face like a playful kitten.
"....inhibitions...," continued the Arab pilot in a slightly
"....and I'm going to fuck you stupid!" the wildly grinning Heero
growled roughly in the braided pilot's ear, his hands already
slithering under Duo's shirt.
"....and a dramatically increased libido!" a wide-eyed Quatre
finished with a squeak.
"I don't need a goddamn play-by-play commentary!" snarled Heero.
With his usual excellent coordination, he was busily occupied
unzipping Duo's pants with one hand while using the other hand to hurl
a paperweight with deadly accuracy in the direction of the doorway.
Quatre ducked the chunk of outrageously expensive glass that would
have split his head wide open and yelled, "Duo!?"
"I'm fine... close the damn door before he....mmmppph!" shouted
Duo, but his words were abruptly cut by Heero's devouring mouth.
"Mine...." growled the Wing Pilot, shifting his attentions lower
down Duo's body.
"Are you sure...?" repeated the anxious Sandrock pilot.
"YES, just do it! Heero, give me that gun! You can't shoot
"I fucking will if he doesn't get the hell out of here...." the
Japanese pilot said with an unhealthy degree of enthusiasm. "In fact,
I might go ahead and shoot him anyway...!"
Quatre slammed the office door shut, leaving himself alone with
Trowa and Relena in the waiting area.
The Heavyarms pilot blinked, then said into the phone, "Sally,
just how long are this side-effects supposed to last? I see. Thank
"Well?" Quatre asked impatiently as Trowa hung up.
"She said that the side-effects should wear off fairly soon... no
more than a half hour or so."
Quatre looked at the closed door and muttered, "Poor Duo."
Relena, who missed most of the conversation involving Heero and
Duo, angrily shrieked, "What's going on!? How could you desert poor
Heero like that!? Who knows what that perverted beast will do to
Quatre lost his temper and said snappishly, "I'm not worried about
Heero! I'm more worried about he's doing to Duo!"
Through the door, everyone heard a loud thump and some scuffling
noises, followed by the sound of ripping fabric.
"You're WHAT!? You're worried about that monster!? I can't
believe it! Are you hopelessly stupid!? Don't you realize....
With a slight frown of irritation, Trowa stuffed the wad of
pantyhose back into the raving Relena's mouth, then pulled Quatre next
to him and patiently settled down to wait.
"I hope Duo knows what he's doing," Quatre said with a fretful
"His instincts with regard to Heero are usually excellent. And
it's rather unwise to get in Heero's way when he really wants
something," was Trowa's placid reply as he discretely cuddled the
blond pilot and ignored Relena's muffled rants.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: phencyclidine is the generic name for PCP (otherwise
known as angeldust). ^_^
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