[Fic] Restive Actions (PoT) FujiRyo
Title: Restive Actions
Author: Arccie
Fandom: PoT
Pairing: FujiRyo
Genre: crack
Rating: T
Summary: Office object prOn. Edges are all well and good, but Fuji won't let that deter him.
Author Notes: *pokes self* I am trying to be productive in the run up to christmas...not succeeding very well, but I did manage to find a whole bunch of object prOn pieces from ages ago which were 90% complete. I have another 2 or 3 apart from this one, so you can look forward to more of my insanity later, when I am not too busy to type them up...Bkins, where is the insanity you promised so mine looks less well...insane? *hangs head and slinks away quickly*
Enjoy
Restive Actions
“I’ve always wondered what it would be like to thrust into you.”
Ryoma ‘coughed’ around the pencil. “What?”
“To plunge into you.”
“...umm...?”
“To feel your inner self brought to bear upon me.”
“No way!” Shock overcome, outrage coloured the sharpener's tone.
“Why not?” The scissors, of course, was entirely unfazed.
“I’m a sharpener and you’re a pair of scissors. It just wouldn’t work.”
“So you’d deny me because of my supply type. Ryoma, I’m disappointed in you. I didn’t know you were a typist.” The words were quiet, woebegone at this indication that Ryoma wasn’t what Fuji thought it was.
Ryoma snorted. “It has nothing to do with your ‘type’. It’s because we both have edges.”
Fuji chuckled, a darkly sensual sound. “Even better.”
Ryoma fought back the vibration that chuckle produced. “Masochist.”
“Ryoma, Ryoma, you forgot to mention sadist.” An unmistakably suggestive pause. “And you like me that way.”
Ryoma coughed uncomfortably. “I don’t think you should be talking about these things in front of the other objects.”
The rubber ‘hoi’d’, giggling and bouncing in place, while the calculator churned out another set of percentages on the likelihood of Fuji getting his way (95.2%).
“We don’t mind Echizen.” Momo’s voice was all too amused.
Ryoma spat shavings at the lot of them. “Perverts!”
Fuji’’s point edged nearer. “Just look at that, we’ve been given permission by our fellow objects to enlighten them on inter-office object relations.”
“That’s great!” Sarcastic veto of Fuji’s obvious joy. “Isn’t it my permission you need?”
“Of course.” Fuji soothed. “Your opinion is the most important, but you haven’t refused me.”
“So ask me.”
Edging nearer again, the scissors voice rasped huskily. “Will you let our edges touch, let ourselves grind together?”
The sharpener didn’t hesitate. “No.”
“I’m so glad you agreed.” Ignoring Ryoma’s statement, Fuji struck.
Across the desk a few staples fell from the stapler, striking the desk quietly, its voice awed. “I didn’t think that was physically possible”
Eiji agreed wholeheartedly and carefully eyed the sheet of paper nearby. Maybe Fuji could teach him how to overcome Oishi’s objections.
The image that struck him at the thought was even better than Fuji and Ryoma’s display. Even if Fuji was rather creative, and the way it was using the glue (over Ryoma’s loud protests) was intriguingly fascinating.
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Reviews appreciated. Criticisms considered. Flames ignored.
For clarification:
Fuji: scissors
Ryoma: sharpener
Eiji: rubber
Momoshiro: stapler
Inui: calculator
Oishi: white paper with those racy blue stripes all the way down the page at evenly spaced intervals
;)
Author: Arccie
Fandom: PoT
Pairing: FujiRyo
Genre: crack
Rating: T
Summary: Office object prOn. Edges are all well and good, but Fuji won't let that deter him.
Author Notes: *pokes self* I am trying to be productive in the run up to christmas...not succeeding very well, but I did manage to find a whole bunch of object prOn pieces from ages ago which were 90% complete. I have another 2 or 3 apart from this one, so you can look forward to more of my insanity later, when I am not too busy to type them up...Bkins, where is the insanity you promised so mine looks less well...insane? *hangs head and slinks away quickly*
Enjoy
Restive Actions
“I’ve always wondered what it would be like to thrust into you.”
Ryoma ‘coughed’ around the pencil. “What?”
“To plunge into you.”
“...umm...?”
“To feel your inner self brought to bear upon me.”
“No way!” Shock overcome, outrage coloured the sharpener's tone.
“Why not?” The scissors, of course, was entirely unfazed.
“I’m a sharpener and you’re a pair of scissors. It just wouldn’t work.”
“So you’d deny me because of my supply type. Ryoma, I’m disappointed in you. I didn’t know you were a typist.” The words were quiet, woebegone at this indication that Ryoma wasn’t what Fuji thought it was.
Ryoma snorted. “It has nothing to do with your ‘type’. It’s because we both have edges.”
Fuji chuckled, a darkly sensual sound. “Even better.”
Ryoma fought back the vibration that chuckle produced. “Masochist.”
“Ryoma, Ryoma, you forgot to mention sadist.” An unmistakably suggestive pause. “And you like me that way.”
Ryoma coughed uncomfortably. “I don’t think you should be talking about these things in front of the other objects.”
The rubber ‘hoi’d’, giggling and bouncing in place, while the calculator churned out another set of percentages on the likelihood of Fuji getting his way (95.2%).
“We don’t mind Echizen.” Momo’s voice was all too amused.
Ryoma spat shavings at the lot of them. “Perverts!”
Fuji’’s point edged nearer. “Just look at that, we’ve been given permission by our fellow objects to enlighten them on inter-office object relations.”
“That’s great!” Sarcastic veto of Fuji’s obvious joy. “Isn’t it my permission you need?”
“Of course.” Fuji soothed. “Your opinion is the most important, but you haven’t refused me.”
“So ask me.”
Edging nearer again, the scissors voice rasped huskily. “Will you let our edges touch, let ourselves grind together?”
The sharpener didn’t hesitate. “No.”
“I’m so glad you agreed.” Ignoring Ryoma’s statement, Fuji struck.
Across the desk a few staples fell from the stapler, striking the desk quietly, its voice awed. “I didn’t think that was physically possible”
Eiji agreed wholeheartedly and carefully eyed the sheet of paper nearby. Maybe Fuji could teach him how to overcome Oishi’s objections.
The image that struck him at the thought was even better than Fuji and Ryoma’s display. Even if Fuji was rather creative, and the way it was using the glue (over Ryoma’s loud protests) was intriguingly fascinating.
X----------X----------X----------X----------X----------X----------X
Reviews appreciated. Criticisms considered. Flames ignored.
For clarification:
Fuji: scissors
Ryoma: sharpener
Eiji: rubber
Momoshiro: stapler
Inui: calculator
Oishi: white paper with those racy blue stripes all the way down the page at evenly spaced intervals
;)