Wufei opened bleary eyes, wincing as the sunlight which poured gently golden through the bedroom window cut into his brain like a cleaver.

Groaning, he attempted to roll over to avoid the merciless rays, but he met with an... obstruction. A large obstruction. A large, warm, lightly snoring obstruction... He froze. Oh, gods, tell me I didn't...

He glanced over his shoulder and was met with the sight of one Duo Maxwell sprawled out naked across the sheets.

Nataku preserve me... I DID... Wufei let out an extremely uncharacteristic whimper. Why in the hells did I drink so damned much?

Duo murmured something in his sleep.

I can't believe I was so weak... Wufei continued his mental tirade. I took advantage of a fellow pilot... Then a terrifying thought pounded down the door of his hangover-spawned mental haze.

If Heero finds out... I'm dead.

He could just picture the cold blue eyes boring into him, the gun aimed unwaveringly at his head, the flat, emotionless "I'm going to kill you"...

Duo murmured again. It sounded like "Heero".

Wufei would have panicked, had it not been weak and womanish to do so. As it was, he was vaguely considering climbing into Shenlong and slamming the self-destruct button...

And then, he heard the front door open. A familiar, low voice called out "Is anybody here?"

Wufei froze, forgetting to breathe.

Beside him, Duo stirred. He blinked sleepily up at Wufei-- and then his wide eyes went even wider and he squeaked, "Wu-man?!"

Footsteps sounded in the hall. "Hey," said the voice, "I know someone's here. Announce yourself."

Duo's expression went from befuddled to terrified. "Oh, shit!"

The door opened, and Wufei could only stare, like a cow in the face of an oncoming train. I am going to die...

Duo ulped. "Hi, Heero," he murmured sheepishly.

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