"Heero, I can't stand you doing that while I'm trying to concentrate on work," Duo grumbled. "Go to the damned therapist and have him look at that shoulder."

Heero rubbed and twisted the aching shoulder in question for the hundredth time and scowled. "I don't like strangers touching me."

"Baby," Duo retorted. "You're just afraid 'Iron Fingers' Miggilican is going to hurt you."

"It does hurt," Heero shot back.

"Sometimes, you have to hurt before it feels better," Duo snorted as he glared at the stack of open files spread on the table before them. "I think we can delete Sampson from our suspect list. He has a good alibi," he said as he shoved the file into a stack beside the others.

"Agreed," Heero grunted and worked the shoulder yet again.

"I've had it!" Duo stood up and cracked knuckles.

Heero's dark eyebrows rose to his hairline in alarm, but his partner shoved the files aside and motioned to the table. "Shirt off and stretch out on your stomach. I'll take care of it."

Heero blinked, had a mental image of a session with 'Iron Fingers', and then decided quickly that Duo was far preferable. He undid his tie and then unbuttoned his shirt.

"My, aren't you ripped," Duo leered as Heero tossed his shirt aside and revealed an upper torso rippling with muscle. Heero glared and Duo snickered. "Just kidding, fly boy. Face down."

Heero gingerly stretched out onto the table and then startled when Duo chucked off his shoes, loosened his tie, and then straddled Heero's hips. "I need leverage to do it right," Duo explained as he bent over and began kneading Heero's shoulder expertly.

Heero moaned in relief and forgot about their positions as Duo attacked his sore and knotted shoulder. "God! that's good, Duo!"

Duo chuckled.

Wu Fei, walking past the open door of their office, started at the exclamation, and then almost dropped his handful of bagged evidence at the sight that greeted his eyes. "Yuy! Maxwell!" he shouted angrily. "This is not the place! At least close your office door, if you're going to lose all sense of honor and propriety and act like ANIMALS!"

Wu Fei slammed their door closed. Heero looked up at Duo angrily. Duo shrugged and snickered, "Guess we're out of the closet, Heero."

"I'm going to kill you," Heero said in a low, dangerous voice.

Duo rolled his eyes as he started to climb off. "You need to find something more original to say, Heero, but I'm sure 'Iron Fingers' will be more impressed.

"Wait!" Heero exclaimed and Duo smirked down at him as Heero laid flat again. "Keep... massaging. It's not as if it can get worse...."

"Oh, my God, it's true!" a female voice shrieked in delight as a female figure darted away from the frosted glass pane beside the closed door.

"Ah," Duo chuckled. "It can get worse..."

Part 2

"I don't see why we have to show you," Heero growled.

"Because," Une snapped back, "If you don't show me exactly what you were doing, I'll have to have a full blown inquiry. Chang is insisting you were violating numerous Preventer regs."

"I told you!" Duo insisted, face going hot. "I was massaging Heero's shoulder!"

"Why didn't he go to the therapist?" Une wondered acidly. "He's only one floor down."

Heero was the one to look embarrassed now as Duo jerked a thumb at him and replied, "He's afraid of him. The man hurts his little bad boy muscles."

"The man is a sadist," Heero grumbled.

Une crossed arms over her chest and looked over her glasses at the young men. "This is not convincing me so, far, gentlemen. I'm going to ask you one more time, before I'm forced to call 'the Board', to show me exactly why I should believe you and not Chang Wu Fei, my best agent."

Duo rolled eyes at Heero and then said in exasperation, "Shirt off, buddy boy, and face down. Let's do this."

Heero swore under his breath and unbuttoned his shirt. Tossing it aside, he stretched out, belly down, onto Duo's office desk. Duo easily straddled his hips.

"There!" Duo said, as if it explained everything. "Nothing wrong with this at all."

Une coughed into one hand, turning pink. "This hardly supports your version of events."

Duo cracked knuckles and leaned into Heero with his hands. "I have to sit this way to get leverage for the massage, see?"

Une flushed and trembled a little. "Uh, yes, sort of... Could you further your... demonstration?"

Heero scowled. "I still don't see how this is necessary."

"Logistics," Une replied, as if it was hard to get breath enough to speak, "Recreating the crime often helps clarify matters."

Duo straightened, arms gesturing angrily, "Can't two guys do anything without some perverts thinking they're going at it? This is perfectly innocent, I tell you!"

Duo suddenly lost his balance. Une was there to save him from a fall, Duo clutching at her wildly.

"What? Commander Une?!" Wu Fei stood in the doorway, hand raised to knock. He snatched it back and made a fist of indignation.

"Agent Chang!" Une exclaimed in a startled, muffled voice as she tried to extricate herself from Duo's arms. "This isn't what it looks like. Maxwell was --"

"The Board is going to receive a full report about this," Wu Fei threatened, face white with outrage. "This is a place of work, not a-a sink of depravity!"

He was gone, then, and Une finally shoved Duo off of her. Duo clutched at Heero to keep his balance as she straightened her uniform jacket with angry jerks, hair mussed and glasses askew. "Maxwell, Yuy, you're cleared of charges. I, however, have my own to extricate myself from."

Duo snickered. "Join our side of the fence, commander."

She sniffed, turned on her heel unsteadily, and went out of the door, saying primly over her shoulder, "Get back to work, agents."

Heero and Duo sat quietly for a moment, staring after her, and then Heero turned his head to glare at Duo and growl, "That had better be something in your pocket, Maxwell."

Duo shifted uncomfortably and blushed. "Well, a guy's a guy, Yuy."