Ana
Strip Poker
Ok, this is not a lemon, nor a lime. So, I don’t think. It’s uh… shounen ai/ yaoi. Heero + Duo ‘cause I think they make the cutest couple! *squeals* Also, I have no idea about the rules of poker or what beats what. So, don’t make a big deal about that, please. Ok, thanks for reading. ~Ana~
"Huh-uh! No way!"
Quatre banged his head on the table and sighed. This is getting quite frustrating. Trowa patted him gently on the back. It will be ok, My Little One.
"C’mon Maxwell, you have to do it. It’s part of the game."
"No way! Huh-uh! Not on your life Wu-man."
Duo shook his braided head furiously. He most definitely would not, so, he told himself. The five Gundam pilots were all sitting around a small, rickety old, iron table and were playing a game of poker. It was Duo idea to turn it into a game of strip poker. Not his fault he was dying to see Heero in nothing. He was so gone for the pilot of Wing that he would do anything to get noticed by the cobalt-eyed soldier. And well… he was gonna be noticed all right.
As they played each of them eventually lost an article of clothing. Shoes and socks counted as one. So, Trowa was sitting in his bare feet. Quatre with out a shirt on. Wufei was in his regular tanktop thingy with the pants but no shoes and their lucky dealer didn’t have to lose any article of clothing, at all.
"I think Heero’s cheating! I’ll deal now!"
"Yeah right, Heero wouldn’t cheat. You would cheat."
"No I wouldn’t, Trowa. Heero, gimme the cards."
"No. You have not finished your turn. Remove your pants, Duo."
Oh god you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to hear you say that! "No, it’s not fair! You’re cheating!"
"I am not. This was your idea."
"But… but… but…"
"This is getting tiring, Maxwell. Just hurry up already!"
"Yeah right, you’ll get some major nose bleed! I’m not doin’ it. Heero’s cheating!"
"Just c’mon on Duo. We want to finish the game. Just remove your pants."
"But little Q, that’ll leave me only in my boxers! I’m not doin’ it!"
"Don’t be a coward, Maxwell."
"I’m not! Just don’t want to be seen in my underwear!"
"Are you wearing underwear?"
"YES! Jesus Trowa, what kind of a question is that?! Of course I’m wearing underwear!"
"Then remove your pants so that we can get on with the game."
"But!"
"Duo, we’ll only play one more round… ok?"
"Fine, fine, fine… but just because you asked so nicely Quatre."
Duo sighed irritably. This was just not his lucky day. First off, the mission they had come back from just all around sucked. Heero was about to kill him for the ninety- ninth million time for saying something that flew out of his mouth and now… he was forced to sit in his boxers while they finished up the game. But, to make matters worse… the dealer, who Duo hoped to impress, wasn’t paying a damn bit of attention except to the cards.
Duo grumbled something under his breath as he undid his pants and slipped them off, stepping out of them gracefully. All seemed rather attentive at his choice of underwear. Black silk boxers. Heero looked at him out of the corner of his eye. Beautiful.
"Alright, ya happy?!" he grumbled flopping back into his chair.
"Very much so."
"Yeah, yeah, Heero… don’t be smart with me. Just hurry up and deal!"
*****
Duo peeked up from his cards and stared at his fellow pilots. He peeked back down at his cards and then back up at them. They all glared at him waiting to see what he would do. They had been waiting about twenty minutes to see what he was gonna do. In that time both Trowa, Quatre, and Wufei had folded and Heero was awaiting his victory. They had all suspected Duo of not having the right cards to beat Heero’s aces, why else would they be waiting the way they were.
"Maxwell! If you do not hurry up…!"
"Calm down Wu-man, I’m thinkin’, I’m thinkin’."
"Not fast enough!"
Duo stuck his tongue out maturely at Wufei and stared down at his cards again, some twos and threes. I’m a dead man. Hey, is that even possible? Death can’t be dead, can it? He looked at Heero, who was on his right, out of the corner of his eye. Smug bastered, he’s cheating. I know it! How in the hell would I have gotten such crappy cards all game! He’s just waitin’ ta see me with no clothes on. Damn, yeah right Shinigami… what’ve you been smoken. This is Heero; Mr. Perfect Soldier. He’s not into you. He’s got that Relena bitch maulin’ him. *sigh* So, what ya gonna do? You’ve got nothing to do!
He glanced quickly at the clock and noticed that it was 11:45pm. Well, maybe if I stall long enough… they’ll forget or something. Yeah right! Fuck, this is not good. "Well, dumbass, it was your idea." But I wanted to see him in nothin’ not the other way around!
"Duo, what are you gonna do?"
"I’m work’n on it, Quatre."
"If you don’t mind hurrying up though. It’s late."
No kidding. Oh, maybe if I do lay down my cards and throw a tantrum again or something then they might get tired of it and go to bed. YES! Brilliant!
"Read em and weep boys, read em and weep."
"TWOS!"
"*nods* Yes in deedy."
"Duo, two’s don’t beat straight aces."
"I know, Trowa."
"Then you’ve lost. Remove you’re boxers."
"Nup Heero, not gonna do it. Not gonna, not gonna, not gonna."
"Are we going to do this again?! I’m going to bed. You’re such a baby, Maxwell. I can’t believe you came up with the game and don’t want to do it."
"*laugh* Oh, Wufei."
Duo smiled wickedly and ran his finger over his bottom lip and gave it a seductive lick. Wufei’s nose started spewing out blood as he ran to the bathroom to take care of the problem. Duo laughed wildly and sat back in his chair. He did love to do that.
"I think Wufei had the right idea though--- not the nosebleed part. Why don’t we go to bed, Quatre?"
Trowa looked down at his shirtless lover and he seemed to have a gleam in his emerald eye. Quatre jumped up from his chair and grabbed Trowa’s hand.
"Sounds good to me."
They both walked off down the long dark hall to "sleep". Duo grumbled and crossed his arms over his chest. He was so extremely jealous of Trowa and Quatre that he made himself sick. Then Duo’s violet eyes wondered over to the person on his right.
"So?"
"What?"
"Are you going to remove your boxers? I won."
"No way, Heero. You cheated! No doubt in my mind!"
"Really?"
"Yes!" Then a cruel thought entered his mind. Duo smiled wildly and placed his hand on the deck of cards. "Heero, why don’t I make a deal with ya?"
"Hmm?" *raise of eyebrow*
"Why don’t we play one more round. I’ll deal. If I lose then I’ll remove my boxers."
"Do you intend to keep that word?"
"Sure do. But, if I win… then you have to remove you’re shirt. We’ll keep playing until I’m no longer in my boxers. Which means if you lose *counts on fingers* three rounds… you’ll be in nothing but your boxers too. So, how does this sound to ya, Heero?"
"Fine."
"Great. I’m dealin’."
"But, you have to keep your word. After all, you never lie."
"He-he, I never knew you paid that much attention to what I say."
"Deal."
"Ok."
Perhaps I will get you after all tonight, my beautiful Duo.
*****
"Ok Heero, remove your pants. You lose again."
Duo smirked wildly. Soon, very soon Heero would be in nothing but his boxers. He smirked more and had to remoisten his lips. Heero peeled his spandex shorts off and flopped back down in his chair.
"Green is very you’re color, Heero."
"Hmm… just deal."
"Ok."
Duo shuffled the cards and kept a close eye on several of them. That’s how he had won the last three rounds. He had counted the cards. An old trick he learned form living on the streets for so long. He passed out the cards and smiled. Yes, a flush! Can’t beat me now, Heero! Though, I might want ya too. With the other guys not around… I kinda like it better. Just you me and… nothing. *giggle*
"Well, hit… stay… what?"
"Hit."
"Ok."
"Now what?"
Heero looked down sternly at his cards and placed them on the table. "Straight flush."
"WHAT?!"
"What do you have?"
"NO!"
Duo threw his cards down on the table and curse wildly. This is not fair! Not FAIR! NOT FAIR! How in the hell did he win?!
"If you count them… you have to keep an eye on the one you will give your opponent."
Duo just fell out of his chair, jaw gapping. "Damnit! I knew you cheated!"
"I did."
"Why?! How did you know I cheated!?"
"It was simple."
"Why did you let me!?"
"I wanted you to think you were good."
"But…!"
"Duo…"
Heero walked around the table and kneeled down next to the cursing pilot. He tilted his chin up and gently placed a kiss on that annoying mouth. Duo’s eyes widened but soon slipped shut as he melted into the kiss. Heero pulled away briefly to get some air. Duo blinked up at him and wanted to cry. This whole time he never knew Heero had feelings for him. He thought that he hated him.
"Heero… I…"
"My Duo. My beautiful Duo."
"You were cheating that whole game weren’t you… just to get me to be in nothing, weren’t you?"
"I was."
"Why?"
Heero kissed him again and this time deeper. Duo could feel it all the way to the bottom of his being. He tangled his fingers in Heero’s unruly hair, moaning into his mouth. Heero pulled away briefly and smiled a form a smile. He untangled Duo’s slender fingers from his hair and pulled the violet-eyed pilot up from the carpet.
"Because I’m in love with you."
Duo gasped as he felt Heero’s arms snake around his waist and pull him close until their foreheads where touching. Duo stared into those cobalt eyes. He, for so long, wanted to hear him say that. Want him to at least acknowledge something, but he never did, until now.
"I love you too, Hee-chan."
He wrapped his arms around Heero’s neck and kissed him again. "I love you too."
Heero nodded and smiled, twisting some in his embrace. "Let us go to bed."
Duo smiled and his eyes lit up. "Of course!"
Heero nodded as the two of them walked down the hall. Heero holding on tightly to his prize, his love and Duo snuggling into him, both, still in their boxers.
The End
*Ok, sappy, stupid… weird. Yes. Whatcha all think? I don’t know. *shrugs* Send feedback please. Just no flames! I was trying to be good *giggle*. Thanks. ^.~ ///_^ ~Ana~