CANVAS
by fancyfigures
A tiny bit of 1+2 fluff for hyanan,
I bow to her artistic iconage!!
“For God’s sake, Duo, sit still!”
“Can’t … it tickles …”
“Well, I can’t achieve anything if you don’t. You make my hand shake.”
“Shit, is it ruined?”
“No, but it gets really difficult when I have to go
down here. I wish I’d never started it now.”
“If it’s too much for you, you’d better leave it –“
“How can I? I’m
halfway through. And what do you mean,
too much for me?”
“I love it when your nose wrinkles like that, when
you’re all pissed. Your glasses slip
down a bit.”
“For God’s sake, Duo, they’re there for practical
purposes, not for your amusement. I need
to be able to concentrate on awkward things –“
“Awkward things, Heero?”
“Yes, you have to admit that I’m working in close
quarters here, and my arm keeps slipping on your skin …”
“It’s warm in the apartment. Don’t think I’m sweaty and excited by this or
anything.”
“It never crossed my mind. I’m working here.”
“And we all know how single-minded you can be at your work.”
“Yes, and when you’re
pissed, your face goes the colour of tomatoes.
Stick your tongue back in, Duo, it’s disturbing my concentration. ”
“So how does it look?”
“The execution is excellent of course – but the result
bizarre.”
“In English, Heero. If I twist this way, can I see -? I’m
in some twenty kinds of suspense here. Maybe
this wasn’t such a bad idea of yours after all.”
“My intention was to make you realise just what you’d
look like.”
“Yeah. I’ll look cool.”
“No. You’ll
look ridiculous. You’ll regret it later
on in life.”
“That’s later on, Heero. I’m not a great fan of later on. My brain doesn’t
compute it too well. I’m a
now-and-maybe-tomorrow-morning kind of guy.”
“You should make more of an effort. You have the chance of a future now. There’s peace – there’s money – there’s
friends.”
“There’s you, Heero.”
“Indeed.”
“I like it when you blush and cough like that. Just keep your hand steady. I don’t want to be damaged in some way.”
“There. Done.”
“I can see –“
“Duo, if you twist like that you’ll dislocate
something. Do you want a mirror?”
“It’s great, isn’t it?
You’ve done a good job.”
“I hope not.”
“What is it, Heero?
Don’t fancy the ass off me anymore?
Just ‘cos I’ve got a
tattoo?”
“A mock tattoo.
I’ve only painted it on. You can
wash your own back when you realise how ludicrous it looks.”
“Nah, it’s great, you’re a great artist –“
“ – damned
great Gundam spreading across your shoulders –“
“ – look, the
scythe flexes when I do this -“
“Duo, you’re not listening, are you? You won’t really go and get it done, will
you?”
“Heero, hey, what’s up? Of course I won’t.”
“You said you were going to, this weekend.”
“And you believed me.”
“And I believed you.
Right. I
deserve everything I get, don’t I?”
“Yep. It was just one of those now-and-maybe-tomorrow-morning
kinds of idea. Let’s face it, I’m not
about to let some guy prickle trails of painful colour all over my back when I
can have you stroke it in with your brushes and fingers instead, am I?”
“Let me get this clear. You let me go ahead,
painting your body for the last hour, knowing all the time that you had no
intention of actually having a tattoo.”
“Clear as crystal, Heero. You are one articulate guy.”
“So that sweaty and excited feeling to your skin –“
“Yeah. Couldn’t help that – you
have one magnificent touch. It
was a very, very fine way to spend an
hour, I can tell you.”
“Duo …”
“What about a small tattoo on my thigh as well? On the inside? Maybe just a
Wing, just an 01, just something to make me think of you when I touch down
there –“
“Duo …”
“Uh – your face is going that way again. But you enjoyed it too, didn’t you? Almost as much fun as when I posed for your
life class homework.”
“Come back here –“
“ – nah, gotta
go – pretty damned quickly I think –“
“ – now – “
“ – no, look,
it was just a – “
“Duo!”
“Heero!”
….
“Yeah, I told you so.
It’s not dry yet, is it? Now
you’ll have to start all over again!”
End