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Heero Yuy woke up to a beam of sunlight straight to the eyes. The beam giggled and wiggled as a breeze romped through a tree branch outside the window. A window which, by the way, had never been blessed with the sight of Heero Yuy until this very morning, and it was especially pleased to have a wonderful view of the Perfect Soldier's unclothed Perfect Bum.
While the window enjoyed the sight, the beam of sunlight meandered over to have a peek, too, and Heero groaned miserably.
What did I drink last night? he wondered, rolling onto his back, much to the disappointment of the window and the sunlight. The bed, conversely, was quite happy to cradle that Perfect Bum again.
Unfortunately, Heero didn't stay there very long, either, and the bed sighed when he found his pants on the floor and put them back on. They weren't his pants, though they were pleased to meet him, but he only discovered this after they were on. Still, he would rather wear someone else's pants than bend over again to find his own.
Minding the throbbing in his head, he opened the door. It groaned, for it was indulging in naughty thoughts of Heero's hand polishing its knob.
It only occurred to Heero as he went downstairs that this wasn't his place. Because, well, he didn't have a downstairs. Or an upstairs. Or stairs of any sort. He just had a living room-slash-kitchen-slash-bedroom and a tiny bathroom whose shower curtain stuck to him every time he turned around. (And who wouldn't want to be stuck to Heero's wet, steamy Perfect Bum?)
He turned right at the bottom of the stairs. Why? To the left was a wall. Oh, and he heard noise to his right, so he assumed that the owner of this house was that way. Following the noise took him to a kitchen.
The rolling window blind took one look at Heero's bare chest and leapt for joy. That obnoxiously cheerful beam of sunlight from upstairs bounced in, blinding Heero again as it reunited with its true love (Heero's shiny hair).
"Ow!"
"Shhhhhhhh!" someone hissed behind him.
Heero stumbled out of the sunlight and nearly fell right into the person. When he could see again, he saw that that person was Trowa, who held an icebag to his head.
"Barton?"
Trowa grunted, fiddling with his ice bag, which was awfully happy to be fiddled with. It didn't get much fiddling now that Trowa worked in an office.
"What happened?"
"After truth-or-dare Scrabble or strip-Simon-Says?"
Heero groaned. "I am never going to one of Duo's game nights again."
Trowa just slung an arm over Heero's shoulder in commiseration. Then groped his Perfect Bum. And that led to more groping, some kissing, a little moaning, and then a little more (also in commiseration, of course).
The sunlight cheerily sidled over and caressed both boys. If it resulted in this sort of thing, it decided, they should play with Duo more often.