Don’t own them…

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New school—Teaser.

It couldn’t be, but it was. It was written in plain, well maybe a bit scientific, English. And there was no way he could do anything about. Why did the blasted government always have to interfere with his sexual intercourseing life. He didn’t want to go there, but he promised his mom to not rebel against the government; that would just lead too more trouble and his death, too.

Imagine that, him at the most preppy school in the colonies, no, the colonies and the earth. Wufei would get a kick out of that, of course, after he stopped raving the injustice that he, the street whore, got to go to the best school in the world, instead of Wufei, the semi scholar.

Wufei could go for all he cared. He was going to lose all his customers, his sole money source. He wasn’t about to receive more donations from the government other then the little he received now, the little that left him under the government’s thumb. But he had promised his mom to fit in the best he could for an orphan with formally rebel parents, dead rebel parents.

“Heero, open the door,” Wufei called through the thin door of the government dorms. Heero crumpled the paper and throw it in the trash.

“Come in,” Heero called.

Wufei did, with a smirk on his face. “I got trans…and you did to, didn’t you.”

Heero grunted and pushed himself off the bed he lay on. He needed to get out and on his nightly rounds.

“It ain’t that bad,” Wufei said as he followed Heero to the closet.

“How many times do I have to tell you ‘ain’t’ ain’t (1) a word. And yes, it is.”

“English ain’t my original language, so I ain’t caring. Anyway, you can always find new customers.”

Heero just scowled and went back to what he needed to do: change. He pulled off his shirt, hitching it on one of his nipple rings. Wufei laughed as Heero fumbled inside his shirt to unhitch it.

“That’s what you get for wearing your night things during the day.”

The ring finally let go its prey and let him take off his green tank top. The pants came off easer, so did the silk boxers.

“Try the black leather strapy top and the, um, ah, thing that looks really like a girl’s spaghetti bikini except made for a, ah, man’s, ah bulge.” Faint traces of blood liked through Wufei’s fingers that clamped against his nose.

Heero got over his glum and smirked. He liked the combo, a lot. The strappy top as Wufei called it was mostly that, straps and a top. It didn’t reach below his chest and seemed to fad there through its design: lots of little, and some big, straps that thinned out as it rode to his chest. To the height of his armpit line, it thickened into solidity. It never passed that line and was tight enough to need straps and to show of his rings. It was hard to get on and off, but his customers sure liked to see him do that, and Wufei when he wasn’t reminding himself of his honor and his background, and sometimes his boyfriend. The girl’s spaghetti bikini—Heero loved Wufei’s description—had a bag type thing in the front that collected all that must be kept hidden where future customers cannot see until they pay up for the sight. If you didn’t look carefully, you would not see the strap in the back that nestled between Heero’s cheeks.

“So, can you get me out?” Heero asked as he headed toward his makeup drawer. He sat down and started applying black mascara, lipstick, and eyeshade, plus some white face paint and body paint.

“Nope, my bf just started teaching me hacking and I ain’t that good at it yet.”

Heero shock his head and chuckled; Wufei just used ain’t with him nowadays. He picked up his street bag and waved goodbye to Wufei, already walking and acting seductively.

This will actually be a serous fic, don’t let it foil you from the teaser. Now ya have to wait a week for me to update any of my stories. Finals, arphhhh,,,

1- I hate the word ain’t.