Title: Sex Type: one-shot Author: Cobweb Written: 15.jan.00 Archive: Want it? Not like it's good enough. Er, just ask. Category: POV, shounen ai Rating: R (language and subject) Pairings: 2+1/1x2 @}--`--,-- Warnings: language @}--,--`-- Spoilers: none Disclaimer: I don't own GW or anything else for that matter. This is for entertainment, please don't sue. Feedback: Aghama, yes! Thanks much in advance. NOTES: Lots of cursing. 'Brown Eyed Girl' belongs to Jimmy Buffet (who is a god!) not me. Sex --------------------------------- Sex. That's all anything is about. Everything revolves around having sex. Why do I think this? Well, let's see. Take for example my relationship with one Heero Yuy. He's a cold heartless bastard that wouldn't know love if it came and bit him in the ass (which I have done plenty of times, mind you, so I should know). The Grinch could probably be a more caring lover than my dear beloved, even though his heart was, what, two sizes too small? He still beats out our buddy boy Heero. So, Heero doesn't know love. But, you ask, what does this have to do with everything revolving around sex? Quite a bit actually. Our subject, Heero Yuy, is a panther in bed! He's the most passionate lover I've ever known. And I shamefully admit to knowing quite a few in my time. He's quite inventive in the sack, I've learned all new ways of holding off orgasm to reach maximum pleasure since joining him in his bed. He's a viscious lover, too. I have bite marks from three weeks ago that are just now beginning to fade! Now you're askin', what is this bullshit all about? Well, see, Heero barely ever speaks to me outside of our bedroom. Hardly a word, usually a grunt. Nothing more. See, it's just sex. He can barely tolerate me, let alone love me. So, it's just sex. He's sitting on the bed now, giving me a come-hither look. I ignore him. He's gonna be pissed, but I'm not taking it anymore. I'm not gonna be a sex toy, fuck him. He can go play with someone else. Not me. You know how I got him in the sack the first time? It's a great story. We were bored out of our minds waiting for an assignment. I was stuck with some physical changes from the last mission, which were supposed to wear-off within the next week or so (the changes were nothing compared to this next mission's! Red hair and green eyes). So there I was, brown eyed and drunk. I was singin' a fucking Jimmy Buffet song... uh, Brown Eyed Girl... only the 'you remember when we used to sing' section. Then Heero, nearly as drunk (from boredom I think), started on the rest of the song. "... down in a hollow, playin' a new game, laughin' and a-runnin', skippin' and a-jumpin', in the misty mornin' fog, aw when my heart took off it was you... brown eyed girl, you're my brown eyed girl," he sang, leaning toward me. And me being as fucking head over heels as I was (still am) and drunker than a skunk, tumbled him into bed and got my ass fucked silly. "Sha-lala-la-la-la-la-la-la-lala-ki-da, sha-lala-la-la-la-la-la-la-lala-ki-da," I sang to the room. Heero's glaring at me now. I can tell, 'cause the hair on the back of my neck is standing up. I don't fucking give a damn. I pull out a bottle of cuervo, and down a gulp. I had always thought that the song ended in a hiccup, but I got the CD and read the lyrics and that idea was shot down. But hell, be drunk while singing it and that is the lyric. I sang my altered lyrics and blab to him about his sex-addiction and not gonna take being a fucking fuck toy anymore and he could go to hell for all I cared and that I loved him and didn't want him to and then I collapsed to the floor and sobbed till I fell asleep. When I woke he told me he never meant to hurt me and that it wasn't just sex. And I told him. "Show me." ~Owari~