Duo rolls over obediently, his mind still obviously elsewhere. His eyes suddenly get VERY wide, however, when Heero plants a foot in the middle of his back, leans over, and handcuffs him. He looks up at Heero. Heero smirks at him. Heero pulls Duo to his feet once more, picking his whip back up with his other hand.
Duo goes limp.
Heero drags Duo down the hall of the house, and into their room. The sound of a whip cracking echoes down the hall of the house, and then several bits of leather come flying out of the still open doorway. The fic author, who is too squeamish to even consider writing about normal sex, let alone the happy hentai kind that Heero and Duo are engaged or about to engage in, creeps down the hallway, shuts the door, nails boards over it, puts wallpaper over the boards, then sticks a set of ear plugs in her ears to shut off the cracking of the whip, the moaning, and the protesting howls of everyone out there that was hoping for a bondage lemon. Behind her, a picture falls off the wall. On the grounds of Heero and Duo's school now.