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"Kracken
Disclaimer:I don't own them and I don't make any money off of this.
Warning:Male/male sex, graphic, language, violence, shampoo
Sunhawk's cliche idea...
Scents
1x2... short and kind of dumb...
Heero tried to hear through the ringing in his ears. The explosion that had destroyed the transport, that had been carrying himself and Duo Maxwell, had spared their lives, but had knocked them both unconscious, easy pickings for the Oz troops that had captured them shortly after. The following interrogation, had been uninspired, their blows brutal, repetitious, and ineffective against Heero's intensive training. He was certain that he could keep his mouth shut until they tired or killed him. It was Duo Maxwell that he wasn't sure of.
They were keeping Duo in the same room, gagged to stop his foul and inventive insults. His interrogation would be next and Heero was skeptical that the joking and grinning idiot would be proof against it. A blindfold kept Heero from seeing him and the young man's struggles and attempts to stop the enemy from gagging him, had made his position in the room uncertain. That was a problem, or not one, depending on what course of action Heero chose next.
Nestled in a protective cap, at the back of Heero's mouth, was a small explosive. He had managed to duck and turn enough to keep a solid punch from hitting it, but time was running out and their blows were getting more vicious. Sooner or later, someone would land a lucky blow and set the explosive off. He had to act before then. The problem was, that his action would either kill his enemy alone or Duo Maxwell along with them.
Before Heero had come to know the pilot of Deathscythe, Heero wouldn't have hesitated in doing what was necessary, even going so far as to kill himself. Now, though, he hesitated, the bright eyes and smiling face of Duo clear in his mind's eye. It was confusing to him that the thought of that face, being ripped apart by an explosion, made him hesitate, made him question if there was any other way. His heart was tight in his chest. Logic said that Duo was a danger to the cause, that they were both compromised. Elimination was required. That tightness, almost panicky pain in his chest, said the hell with logic.
They tired at last. The men stepped back to confer, the exact moment that Heero had been waiting for. Where was Duo, though? Heero concentrated on every sense that he owned, desperately trying to hear something clearly through the blast induced ringing in his ears. There! It was hard to keep the smile off of his face as Heero worked the explosive cap off of his tooth, touched the underside to set the charge, and then spat it full force into where he knew the enemy was standing.
The explosion flipped him backward in his chair and he felt a heat burn and the splatter of body parts and blood against his own. Silence... and then Duo began cursing.
"Great! I have a wood splinter in my ass, Yuy!" Duo exclaimed, furious. "I was loose already, dammit! There's nothing that can hold Duo Maxwell for long."
Hands pulled off Heero's blindfold and he found himself looking at an angry and blood splattered Duo. He felt a wave of relief as those purple eyes looked him over critically as Duo untied him.
"What the fuck were you thinking anyway?" Duo demanded as he finally pulled Heero to his feet. "Were you going to blow me up too? A little to the left and I would have been sushi!"
Heero found a smirk, even as he stared at what remained of his enemy. Unlike their enemy, they had both been minimally injured, but they weren't dead, or dying, and that was success in Heero's book. "I knew where you were," Heero told Duo as he took weapons and ammo from the bodies.
"How?" Duo demanded as he caught the gun Heero tossed him.
As they turned as one, and Heero felt a small thrill go through him as they emerged from that room, ready for anything, and completely in synch in a way that he had never experienced before in his life, he replied, "Your shampoo... herbs... I could smell it."
Duo laughed, short and sharp. "Saved by Herbel Essence shampoo. That's
one for the books."
End
*snickers* I 've always loved Duo and his shampoo fetish...
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