Don't read this if you're underage or the thought of guy/guy sex turns you off. You guys can now stop groaning about this fict. Done with it I think... *laugh* Sally ----------------------------- Zero G Love - Part 7 [End] Trowa floated there panting, his bustier skewed to one side. "How was that?" asked Duo, flashing a victory sign. Quatre giggled, stroking his penis. "S'great. How about an encore?" Duo sweatbeaded, "What do you think I am? Heero the Superman? I need at least thirty minutes to recharge." "Didja learn anything Heero?" asked Duo. Heero glanced at his notes. "Tilt head a 45 degree angle to-" Duo grabbed the datapad. "Lemmie see that!" Duo grabbed the datapad. He mumbled to himself as he read. "......" Quatre floated over to Duo and started rubbing against the American pilot as he read over his shoulder. Quatre started laughing hysterically. "What the hell is this?!" demanded Duo. "You told me to take notes." Duo facefaulted. "See here-" However, Quatre quickly lost interest however and looked around. "Ooohhh... pretty white balls floating around." That got the other's attention. The four pilots looked around staring in facination at the spherical lumps of white semen that wriggled like jello in the zero G environment. There seemed to be an inordinately large amount of those floating globules. Quatre prodded at one with a finger, watching it go floating in the general direction of the door. He giggled. The door chimed. "Who is it?" called out Quatre. "It's me. Wufei," came the muffled voice from outside. The four pilots stared at each other in horror. "Oh shit..." said Duo. "Heero! You didn't bring my clothes did you?!" "Hold on!" Quatre called out. He grabbed some clothes from his press and threw them at Heero and Duo. The four pilots hurriedly dressed, tumbling about in the weightlessness. "What do we do about this stuff?" asked Trowa, pulling on his jeans over the panties and super short skirt as he hid the bustier and high heels under his blankets. "We'll say it's jello..." "You sure that's wise?" asked Duo, trying to remove the bra but failing. With a growl he shrugged on the shirt. "Where're the keys to the shoes?!" Quatre turned beet red. "Better than saying what it really is! Uh... oh crap... I don't know, Duo." Duo stared at Quatre in horror. "You're joking right....?" "Uh... I think you're wearing my turtleneck," said Trowa timidly to Quatre. "Whoops..." Trowa looked even more mournful "And... the button to my pants is gone..." "Put on one of my shirts and just leave it untucked...." said Quatre pulling on a new pair of pants, as he realised the pair he HAD originally been wearing was missing a button as well. "Lend me a knife, I'll cut them off," said Heero, grabbing one of Duo's legs. "Waaah! My Giorno shoes!!" "Sorry!" said Duo. "We don't got the time..." Trowa pulled a knife from under his pillow and tossed it towards Heero who deftly slit the straps. "We'll get you new ones," said Trowa reassuring Quatre. Heero shoved the shoes into a desk drawer. "Is everyone ready?" asked Quatre floating towards the door. "Gimmie a sec... yeah," said Duo, finishing braiding his hair. This was sooo tacky. Quatre disengaged the privacy look and an impatient Wufei stood there outside looking cross. Wufei opened his mouth to speak. "There you-" He accidentally breathed in a white floating globule and and suddenly looked as if he had swallowed something deadly. Wufei futiley tried to spit it out, coughing and gagging, but to no avail. "What the-?!" Quatre stared in absolute mortification. Trowa almost looked uncomfortable as well, suddenly finding the tiles on the ceiling interesting. "What were you doing?" demanded Wufei, wiping his mouth. "Making jello," said Trowa promptly. "That's the world's worst jello I've ever tasted!" said Wufei. "It's bitter! Who made this crap?" "We all did," answered Trowa. "I think it tastes good." Quatre turned even redder. << I can't believe I'm hearing this... >> He wanted nothing more than to find a dark part of the ship to hide in. "Uh... what did you need us for?" Wufei wiped his mouth, grimacing at the taste that was still in his mouth. "Meeting up on the bridge in five minutes. We located a White Fang sympathist on board. Going to yellow alert just in case they chose to stage a cowardly attack." Wufei turned to go and stopped, noticing something. Quatre was wearing Trowa's turtleneck and his normal brown slacks with his vest. Trowa was wearing Quatre's pink shirt, the shirt-tails not tucked in. Heero and Duo were dressed in Quatre's sissy style, sans the vest. And WHY did it look like Duo had breasts? What was going on here? "What are you guys doing dressed like Quatre?" Wufei had this feeling he'd missed something here. "....." "Uh... laundry. Yeah that's it..." said Duo. "Heero and I ran out of clothes... so... we had to borrow Quatre's... while they get washed... Yeah.. that's it..." Wufei had a feeling that Duo was lying through his teeth, but decided NOT to push the issue. He didn't like the way Quatre and Trowa's room smelled. "Clean out your room," said Wufei before he left. "It smells like a men's locker room." The door slid shut and the four boys stared at each other as if saying, "What now?" "Zero G love~" sang Duo, doing a twirl. Two pillows smacked him on the face and a pair of hands started throttling him. "Gack... just kidding! Yeesh! Can't a guy joke around here?" -=========================================================================- Odin: What are you looking at? The hated universe that robbed you of everything? Or you who have no identity? Jr: Why have we come to this colony? Odin: To abandon you..... Odin Lowe and Odin Lowe Jr (aka Heero Yuy) - Endless Waltz Novel pt.1 -=========================================================================-