Sitting in the trees Wing Gundam threw off his covering.
"What did you do that for?" Deathscythe turned as its eyes glowed with speech.
"I was thinking. Why do our pilots touch?"
The black Gundam scratched his large head. "Maybe it feels good?"
"Maybe." The red, white and blue mech exhaled. "What would it feel like?" He looked over at his usual partner.
"What could it hurt?" Deathscythe put his large hand on the ground and lean and pressed his facemask on Wing's. "Not bad, would be
better if we had mouths."
"Yah. I have another question. Why do they have sex?" His eyebrows pursed together in thought, "I mean, they do it all the time. Is it like
when Heero connects me to the laptop?"
"Or lubing my joints."
"Lucky, Heero don't do that anymore. Duo seems to take his attention away."
"Yah, me too."
They both sighed.
"Why don't I do you then you do me?" Wing looked enthusiastic…if a Gundam could…
"Great idea! Duo keeps plenty in the cockpit."
"For some odd reason so does Heero."
They shrugged and began to rub each other's joints, they began to groan in pleasure from being able to move with no squeaking and gri
nding of metal on metal.
***In the safe house***
"I swear I hear something outside Heero!" Duo looked out the window, "And I am hearing large booming noises like bombs."
"Hn, go to sleep."
Turning and crossing his arms, "It would be nice if I had something to help me sleep." He looked over at Heero who threw the blanket off
his head and grabbed Duo's leg, dragging him under the covers to boink him unconscious.
***Somewhere on Earth***
"SHUT UP! I'M TRYING TO SLEEP! INJUSTICE!!!" Nataku crossed her gundanium arms and growled.