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Warnings: this is a COMPLETELY RANDOM fic. It came out of absolutely nowhere and a phone call to mi hermana de corazon. ^-^ Anyhow, despite the title and the naughty implications (you’re all a bunch of hentai’s, just the same as me, don’t deny it now!) there is NO SEX in this… *grin* or at least actually written out. I apologize profusely for this scary little example of what my sense of humor is like…
© I don’t own the G-boys. I didn’t say that I did.
< For everyone’s reference, naked time is in between 7:00 PM and 9:00 PM>
It was a cold and blustery evening and Duo growled as the wind whipped his braid this way and that.
“This is one hell of a storm,” he commented to himself dryly, hoping that by some rogue miracle that his hair wouldn’t be completely and utterly soaked by the time he got to Wufei’s safe house. He was stationed in the same town and had been out on a motorcycle ride in return from a mission. The ride had been long and miserable, cold and wet. Everything that he hated when on his baby. He looked at his Harley sympathetically, it was a fair whether bike and didn’t like the rain or the biting chill of the evening any more than he did.
The warm glow of the windows of Wufei’s temporary refuge glowed bright in his tired and rather dulled amethyst eyes. Once he got up to the door he was positive that he looked like a drowned rat. He parked his bike in the backyard, uncaring of whether Wufei wanted him to or not. The Chinese boy wouldn’t get much of a say in the matter, because he was invading in that moment.
After walking the bike to the side of the house he went the rest of the way around to the back door. It was made of glass and was locked. Duo tested the door once again and determined that the lock was broken and the door would be open in three kicks. It only took one good kick and the door slid open. Duo realized that Wufei was most likely unaware that it was him entering the backdoor and in that moment was probably taking aim at his head. He sighed and then smiled, calling out brightly.
“WUUUUUUUU-CHAN?!”
There was an indignant snort from the next room over and the sound of a gun being unloaded. The sound was almost completely inaudible, but Duo’s sensitive ears picked up the small noise over the pattering of the rain.
“Close the door already, it’s cold.”
Duo nodded to himself, walking in slowly and grabbing a dishtowel as he tried futily to dry off his sopping hair.
“I know it, I was back from the base over to the East and I got caught in the downpour. I got soaked the whole way back.”
“Baka.”
Duo growled, standing over the sink and wringing out his braid. “It wasn’t my fault!!” He sighed as he realized that he would have to take his hair down for this occasion and let it dry. After that he would have to begin the assiduous task of brushing it out and then re-braiding it. The only thing stupider than letting wet hair dry in a braid was letting long hair free when one was riding a motorcycle. It was a universal certainty that after twenty minutes at about eighty miles per the hair in question would be a tangled mess worse off than the previous state.
“Ne, Wu, do you have a brush anywhere?”
There was a negative sound from the living room. Duo knew that Wufei was not usually a person of sloth and would have gotten up to meet him by this time. Unless he was hurt, with a frown he walked into the next room, noting that the time was seven fifteen. He almost fell flat on his butt at the sight that greeted him. Wufei was sitting there on a chair, surrounded by candles and a couple of incense burners and free in the most meaningful sense of the word.
“Wuf-fei? Is there s-some reason you’re sitting around naked?”
Wufei looked up with his big black/grey eyes and smiled, completely at ease with his form. “It’s naked time.”
Duo blinked, confusion flooding over his face. “Say what?” As he looked away from the sight of the gorgeous Chinese boy luxuriating in the flickering candlelight he tried to stifle a nosebleed as well.
“It’s naked time. I’m sitting here naked and am going to remain so for a little while. If you don’t wish to see me thus then feel free to find a room to hole up in, sleep, brush your hair out or whatever.” He raised an ebony eyebrow, his tone ever so subtly mocking.
“However, it’s nothing that you haven’t seen before, unless, of course, you can’t handle seeing another man this way.”
Duo snorted at that challenge, finding a small brush in a pocket of his jacket. “I can take it Wu. I think I’ll join you.”
With that Duo stripped down to his skin, peeling off the leather and cotton that had been previously adhered to his skin by the wetness of the ride there. To his credit Wufei did nothing more than smile amicably as Duo flopped down onto the couch, his long hair finally beginning to dry now that it was unbound. The atmosphere was warm and smoky, a dim haze covering the entire scene.
After a little while of lying on the couch Duo stretched, a small purr escaping from his throat.
“This is nice fei-kun, do you do it often?”
Wufei laughed, a melodious and deep sound. “As often as I’m able Maxwell.”
Duo looked at him quizzically. “What exactly, if anything, spawned naked time?”
Wufei closed his eyes, his long ebony hair falling about his shoulders like silken whispers. “All humans fundamentally want to be this way. We weren’t born with clothes on, we donned them out of necessity. When I don’t need them, I don’t wear them, simple as that.”
Duo smiled. “Ah, I see.”
About a half an hour later there was a quiet knock at the door. Wufei looked over to the door, a 45 magnum held loose in his hand. “It’s open.”
They both fell off guard as Trowa stepped into the room, sopping wet, trails of water falling from the unibang that fell in front of one of his emerald eyes. He raised an eyebrow and then shook his head, declining to ask.
In a few moments, and to Wufei and Duo’s slight consternation he had joined them in the living room, free of all clothing and situated comfortably in a chair. He had his legs folded and looked quite content where he was, watching the scene.
Duo smirked at the silent pilot. “Little cold out there ne?”
Trowa nodded.
About fifteen minutes after that Quatre and Heero came in without even bothering to knock. The storm outside was blowing and howling with fury. The house was quite warm and dim by that time and everywhere candles flickered. They all flickered violently as the wind from the door rushed in . Duo raised his head and spoke.
“Close the door already!”
Heero walked into the living room completely not expecting what he would see there. He fell down onto the ground with the most interesting look decorating his face, as one ever would behold. Explanations were quietly given as Quatre toweled himself off in the other room. Heero had stripped down by then too, for once part of the joke. The little blonde hadn’t seen anything yet. As he walked in his face held a look so strange that it would go down in the pilot’s minds as classic. His eyebrow raised and a muscle in his cheek jumped slightly as he asked in a carefully calm and controlled voice.
“What the hell is going on in here?”
In unison they smiled and replied. “It’s naked time..”
On the wall the clock chimed
eight thirty.
- K u r i y a m
i m i z u -
Keeper of Duo's
Bloody Nightmares
Keeper of Duo's
really bad migraines
Another occupant
of the happy hentai house
Proud Member of
the SDDI
Madam Hydra’s Sadistic
Pet (mew ^-^)
Computer Caretaker
of the Shinigami organization.
The Shinigami Organization
www.ShinigamiOrg.homestead.com/index.html
The only mob dedicated
to Shinigami
ICQ me at #82315185
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See the art of the insanity that is the story?
White Reflection
(my yaoi nook)
http://www.fortunecity.com/marina/tripcock/835/index.html
(Heero will show
you in)
"The lights are
on, but nobody's home.."-some really spiffy movie I saw
"Everything you
want is not necessarily everything you need. Every second counts" -Vertical
Horizon Music Vid.
"Fuck you no da!"
-things chiri chiri will never say
"Every revolution
begins with a single act of defiance"
Possessor of a mighty
set of Two muses:
Chibi Kuri: little
blue haired sayajin with quite a temper
Griffin: The little
Duo-esque muse with a dark black braid and a kawaii set of batwings (not
to mention a cute .. *BEEP*..)
