Author: Zazu
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Yaoi, AU
Pairing: 1+2+1
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing, nor do I own the characters. I have borrowed them here for some fun and creativity, and this is not for profit. I do, however, own the plot mentioned here, and any instances that you may find similar to real life events are purely a coincidence.
Notes: Not yet beta-read.
Kind of stealing a drabble prompt to go with this one. For Raz, who prompted "Ooo, Heero and Duo being domestic. I love those :O" I hope this qualifies as domestic!
Maxwell Charm to the Rescue
He must have pissed off the God of Home Appliances at some point in his life. Otherwise, there was no reason for the dishwasher to suddenly overflow with suds when he'd used the right detergent in the right amount at the right setting AND firmly closed the door.
Not the mention the fact that one of the supposed safety features was that the machine would not operate without said door being closed.
Then there was the washing machine. Well, technically, it must have been his fault because his clothing being dyed pink could only result from the red shirt he'd tossed in, but he could have sworn that he'd thrown that shirt in before with no problems. Heck, the shirt had white on it, for goodness sake, and now it was died pink, too.
And the dryer. But he reasoned that probably all dryers ate socks, if what everyone else said might be true.
Still, he had been a Gundam pilot, and a damned good one! It seemed illogical that he couldn't wrestle a few appliances, which were much simpler in their make up, into total submission.
At least that was what Heero had thought when he mopped up the kitchen floor and cautiously opened the dishwasher to see what had gone wrong. He'd been right to manually hit the drain button, but he still couldn't help but curse when some residual water from God-knows-where sloshed out.
Carefully removing all of the dishes and placing them back into the sink, Heero rolled up his sleeves and bent to study the interior. He took out the two racks so they wouldn't be in the way, and even went so far as to crawl in a little.
The whistle from behind him startled him and he almost knocked his head against the top shelf, except his foot slipped on the wet floor and he could only grunt when he struggled to catch himself.
It would be his luck that his palm landed on the spinning plastic propeller at the bottom that supposedly sprayed water upwards, sending it up and smacking one end against his jaw.
"Fuck," he muttered.
"I'd tell you that we have a shower which is perfectly suitable for cleaning oneself, but I can't deny that I'm quite enjoying the view."
Heero carefully backed out of the dishwasher and glared at Duo, who was leaning casually against the kitchen door. Duo drew in a deep breath and grinned. "Definitely enjoying the view," he said, eying Heero's wet t-shirt.
"I'm not in the mood, Duo," Heero muttered, turning his back on his boyfriend. "Dishwasher overflowed. Took me forever to mop up the water and suds, and of course, the damn thing leaked another bucket of water even after I hit the drain setting."
Duo hummed sympathetically.
"And I swear your red and white shirt didn't ever bleed. But congratulations. You now have a reddish pinkish shirt. But not to worry. My white polo is faintly pink too."
"Damn, I liked that shirt!"
"Yeah, well I did too, until now." Heero sighed, tempted to just hit the cabinet. With his luck though, something else might happen. He was better off just sitting still.
"Any more stories?" Duo asked. Heero reflected that he, at least, sounded a little tentative.
"Yeah," he grumbled. "Damn dryer ate a pair of socks. Really. The count is wrong, considering there should be ten pairs between the two of us over the last five days."
"Ah, that wasn't the dryer."
"What do you mean?" Heero asked, turning around once more.
"I spilled orange juice this morning onto my socks so I had to change them. But they were all in the wash, and we didn't get around to starting it yesterday. I took a pair out and left them on the radiator. They were perfectly dry when I had to leave, luckily for me."
"At least the dryer spared me, then," Heero sighed. "I don't know what the hell is wrong with this damn thing. I'm doing dishes by hand now. Don't you dare mix dirty dishes with clean ones because I'm using this thing strictly to dry the dishes."
"But the only reason we got it was because Quatre pestered us about the extra water we use when we hand wash the dishes, and the extra waste going down the drain since we use that biodegradable stuff he told us to in the machine."
"So I'll waste a little water. It can't have been more that what was wasted when the machine filled the kitchen with water. And tell Quatre he can make some biodegradable stuff for non-machine use." He turned back to the machine, determined to fix it somehow.
A moment later, hands began to knead his tense shoulders. Then, Duo was kneeling behind him, pressed chest-to-back with Heero.
"Hey, at least I saved you from one of the problems," he murmured. "Sort of, anyway. Doesn't that mean I should get some kind of reward?"
Heero sighed. "If you fix this I'll reward you."
"Is that a promise?" Duo asked in a husky voice. Heero almost shivered, but the presence of the damned dishwasher pretty much prevented any sort of suggestive banter.
"Sure. If you do, I'll go try to bleach our clothes back to white. At least then your shirt will be reddish white. Or maybe a little pink. Anything to make it look better so you can at least wear it at home."
"Manly men wear pink, right?"
"Sure." With a huff, Heero stood and went to deal with the shirts.
He was still working on it some fifteen minutes later when Duo appeared and leaned once more against Heero's back. This time, he didn't speak and simply guided Heero's hands away from the shirt and set them under the faucet to clean them thoroughly.
"Done," he whispered. "And I'll even tell you what I did."
"Don't," Heero growled. "That thing is your responsibility from now on. I don't want anything to do with it." He did have to admit though, that Duo had been fairly efficient since he could hear the dishwasher humming away quietly, meaning Duo had loaded it up once more. He mentally consoled himself that Duo might have been less composed if he'd met the situation and had to mop up all the water and suds.
At least the floor was cleaned, too.
"So, reward?" Duo asked, pressing Heero's hips against the bathroom counter so Heero could feel how ready Duo was for some other kind of action.
But he was still worried. "I'm not sure," Heero said. "You shouldn't have started the machine. Maybe we should wait until after, in case the suds overflow again. I got to it quick enough that it didn't get onto the carpet."
"Don't worry, it won't," Duo said, then blew gently by Heero's ear. This time Heero did shiver, especially when Duo's hand rubbed gently at his abdomen, teasing at the elastic of his shorts.
"How do you know?" Heero murmured, leaning a little against Duo.
Duo grinned at his lover in the mirror. "I asked it nicely."
Upon hearing that, Heero decided that he'd had enough of the damn appliances and stupid problems. If Duo was so confident, then Heero was ready for his mind to be taken off of everything. Heck, Heero knew just how well the Maxwell charm worked and wouldn't put it past the dishwasher to succumb to it. He took a moment to mentally ask the dishwasher nicely to please not screw up again, then reached up to cup Duo's cheek as he tilted his head for a kiss.
"Mm," Duo hummed appreciatively before pulling away. "Now we're getting somewhere."
"Technically we're not, since we're still standing in this same spot. But I'm not averse to actually getting somewhere, and getting something done."
"I like your train of thought. Bedroom?"
"I was thinking washing machine. Maybe that will knock it into submission. Then we'll ask it nicely to never malfunction again."
Duo laughed and pressed a kiss to Heero's neck. "Kinky," he said, taking Heero's hand and dragging him to the bedroom. "But not very comfortable. I don't plan on letting you up for a while, so washing machine is not the best choice for what I have in mind."
"And what did you have in mind?" Heero asked as Duo released him to fall back onto the bed, shifting until he was sitting in the middle.
Duo quickly removed his shirt, tossing it aside before he beckoned to Heero, then pointed at the bottom drawer of the left bedside table. "Come here and I'll show you."
Heero took off his shirt too, and crawled into bed. "No. Don't touch that drawer."
"But..."
"No. Absolutely not. The dildo is not coming out. Nothing electrical is going to work well for me today, I just know it."
"Mm, seems like someone really is having a bad afternoon. But don't worry, I'll get it fixed." Duo leaned back and pulled Heero down on top of him. "But I don't guarantee that sparks won't fly between us."
Now that was something Heero deemed safe and very much looked forward to.
OWARI
Heero's entitled to a bad day once in a while, right?
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