Trowa-sama gave a fic challenge, so I took it.
Prompt: I'd like to see a fic where Quatre and Duo brag about their stamina when it comes to you-know-what. I guess I just found it fun when Q and D become competitive and exchange "Friendly insults".
WARNING: YAOI. This is EXTREMELY silly. I don't know what I was doing, I was hungry and I need sleep. Welcome to my world...
Oh yeah, and all characters belong to their original owners, blah blah blah, disclaimers and that kind of crap apply, yada, yada...
It was a great day. The birds were singing, the sun was shining, the...
"QUATRE!!!"
Uh, never mind. It wasn't such a great day for Duo Maxwell. "Quatre, you know and I know that *I* have much more stamina than you!" Duo was being challenged by Quatre, who was claiming the highest stamina rating among the pilots.
"Duo, we don't have to fight. We know that I speak the truth."
"Truth!? The truth is, I could go at it all day if I had to!"
"I could go all week."
"Cannot!"
"Can to."
"Cannot!"
"Can to!"
"Prove it!"
When Duo said those two magical words, Quatre smiled. Duo's face paled a bit at the sudden change in expressions. From the innocent boy, a smirk of pure perversion swept across his face. "Quatre?" He laughed, and tackled Duo, putting him underneath him. "We'll see who has more stamina!"
*Hours later...*
"All right... you win... *puff*" Duo gasped. He had screwed and been screwed halfway till Friday. And the bad part was that it was only Sunday. "Aw man, I don't think I could do anymore..." He passed out. Quatre smirked again. "Don't ever underestimate me."
"Uh... Quatre?"
"Yes Trowa?"
"What's this?"
In Trowa's hand, was a soda can. The label read, "Energy Drink.
Ingredients: Ginseng, Spanish fly, caffine, yohimbine, guarana, pheromones." Quatre just gave an embarrassed giggle. "Oh Trowa, I was going to save that for you, but I just had to beat Duo in this bet. In fact, I'm still kinda horny..." Quatre started stalking towards Trowa, a predatory look in his eyes.
Trowa's expression didn't change any. The only thing that gave away his emotion was the rather large sweatdrop forming on his head. "How many energy drinks did you have?" Quatre stopped and thought for a moment. "Um... 20?" Trowa nearly facevaulted. "Ah... I think I have something to do. I'll—" The rest of his excuse was covered by a overly energetic Quatre. :..This is going to take a while...:, Trowa thought as Quatre led them to their bedroom for the rest of the day... and night... and day... and night...