Okay--this is just a little ficlet that came to me when I was writing "Spin the Bottle" last April or so.  It's not much--just for fun! 

Disclaimer: they're not my characters. Don't sue me, please!

Warnings: shounen ai/yaoi implications. Perversion.

Heero's Secret

The five pilots made their way into the new safehouse, carrying their few possessions in their arms.  As Trowa walked toward the kitchen, he spotted a black floppy disk on the floor and picked it up.  It had no label.  It wasn't one of his.

"What's that?" Duo asked, setting down a box of canned food.

"I found it."  Trowa made his way over to his laptop and turned it on.

Wufei joined Trowa, waiting for the taller boy to open the files.  "Is it data on the new mobile dolls?  I have an unmarked disk of diagrams and photos."

"Hmmm...there *are* some pictures here," Trowa said, scrolling down through the list.  "Quite a lot, actually."

"But I don't think they're mobile doll pics," Duo murmured as he leaned on the back of Trowa's chair.  "Not judging by the names of these files."

Trowa clicked on one of them, bringing up a picture of a pornographic nature.

Duo hooted with laughter.  "Whose is this?"

Wufei snorted.  "It's not mine; I like *women*."

Trowa snickered, gazing at the photo with a critical eye.  "This looks like the kind of thing Quatre would go for."

Quatre glanced over, blushing slightly when he saw the revealing picture.  "It's not mine," he declared, adding softly, "though I wouldn't mind owning *him*."

Duo began laughing harder when he realized who the dirty pictures belonged to.  "Heero?!"

The perfect soldier was leaning on the refrigerator, his eyes closed.  Despite his calm demeanor, his cheeks were flushed with embarrassment.

"Are these *yours* Yuy?" Wufei asked, his lips curving into a taunting grin.

Heero nodded, opening his eyes.  He looked nervous.

"Heero," Quatre said timidly.  "It's all right for you to have it.  Duo's just laughing because it's so unlike you."

Heero looked away, his face stained red with mortification.

"If it makes you feel any better," Duo began, "we all have porn stashes."

Heero's eyes flashed with interest.

"Yeah," Duo continued with a grin.  "Wufei has all the girly magazines published since AC 172.  And Trowa has a video collection I'd kill for."  Trowa and Wufei nodded absently.  "Quatre has a subscription to Playgirl--and he's nice enough to let me borrow 'em sometimes!  Personally, I like perverted doujinshi."

"Really?" Heero asked timidly, eyeing the group with amazement.

Trowa rested one hand on Heero's shoulder.  "You're fifteen years old.  It's normal to be interested in sex and pornography."  He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a seductive whisper.  "And it's even more normal to want to act it all out."

Heero's eyes widened, and a can of soup came flying at Trowa.

"I heard that, you cheating jerk!" Quatre huffed, picking up a few more cans for ammunition.

Duo wrapped his arm around the small Arabian's waist.  "That's all right, Quatre.  While Trowa's busy playing out his fantasies with Heero, we can spend some quality time together."

Quatre giggled and leaned closer to Duo.

"Someone get me out of here!" Wufei hollered, his eyes squeezed shut and his hands clenched into fists at his sides.

Oblivious to their complaining friend, the two couples began necking, completely forgetting about all the things they had been putting away.