My msn isn't working.

Mar 23, 2010 22:02

 

“Fuck you, Internet!”

Internet sighed.

He stretched himself and walked over to E-Buddy, who was working perfectly fine.

“Buddy, what’s up with Messenger? Is he throwing another hissy fit again?”

“I think so, he was ranting on about how underappreciated he was by the masses and all, y’know, the usual one,” Buddy casually said. “I think you should actually talk to him, if you know what I mean.”

Internet stroke his chin thoughtfully. “Yeah, I guess I should...”  A small smirk made his way up to his face. “In fact, I have a perfectly good idea to let Messenger release all that pent up rage.”

Buddy paused briefly from his work and looked up, one eyebrow perfectly raised.

“And dare I ask what would that be..?”

Internet smiled.

“Sex, of course!”

“…Figures, you horny bastard.”

“Hey, I am made of porn. Rule 34, remember that.”

With that, Internet wandered off towards Messenger’s room.

Buddy let out a sigh and resumed working.

He just hoped that Internet wouldn’t screw MSN too hard.

--

Messenger was sulking.

After everything he had done for the masses, they were still complaining-those ungrateful bastards!

“Messenger..?”

After everything I have done for these idiots, they are still whining. Hah, now that I not working-

“Messenger.”

-realize my importance now? Take that, bitches.

“Messenger.”

Messenger jumped back, only to scowl when he realize who it was.

“…Leave me alone, you prick.”

Internet clicked his tongue and wagged his finger. “Can’t do that. Messenger, you need to get back to working and I, the awesome Internet-“ He moved swiftly, and pinned down Messenger on to the bed, who gave a surprised yelp.  “-am here to make sure of that.”  He licked Messenger’s ear and grinded harshly against Messenger’s groin.

“Y-You bastar--!” Messenger’s breath hitched and he let out a moan when Internet’s hand went underneath his shirt and started fondling his nipple.

“Messenger, just shut up-“ Internet growled, his hand travelling down south and started undoing Messenger’s pants.   “-and think of Internet, Porn, whatever.”

--

An hour later, Internet came out.

Buddy looked up from his work and stared at Internet.

Internet grinned and gave him thumbs up.

Buddy snorted, and waved him off.

There were no complaints from Messenger.

random, fanfiction

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