Fic: Sexy Time [Goseiger]
Episode Blue comes out today in Japan! I wanted to post Den-O fic, but it's not done have a completely unrelated Goseiger one instead. :D
And yes, it's totally called that. :D
Title: Sexy Time
Fandom: Tensou Sentai Goseiger
Characters: Alata, the rest of the Goseigers, Nozomu
Warning: Misleading title; this is absolutely G-rated. Heh.
Summary: Alata wants to be sexy, but doesn’t know how. It’s not something he can ask Hyde or Agri, so he asks someone else instead.
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Alata had never realized there were so many things wrong with him until he became housemates with Moune. Given, Agri and Hyde often told him he was too spacey or laid back, but Moune - oh man, Moune got on everybody’s case. Eri was too messy and too capricious, Hyde had a perpetual stick up his rear and thought about stuff too much, Agri was a total wimp! and in general a meanie-butthead to her at times, and Alata - well, Alata had a list.
At the top of his list were things like “sucks at drawing” and “can’t explain things without resorting to sound effects out of children’s action manga.” Further down came “too compliant” and “should never attempt cheerleading.” At the very bottom of the list came the most recent additions, including “looks like a pufferfish when angry” and the latest, which Moune was patronizing him about now.
“And even at this age, you’re totally not sexy at all!” She went on, her arms folded in front of her and eyes glaring down at Alata, who sat on the couch and stared up at her with his mouth partially open. He wondered to himself if Moune did this for fun or something. Or maybe not - she usually came to him and started ragging on him after spending too much time with Agri or Hyde. Well, whatever suited her.
“Do I need to be sexy?” Alata blinked. Even the word sounded strange on his tongue. Sexy. Seeexxy. Sexay? Moune just rolled her eyes and stomped off without answering his question. Normally at that point, Alata would just shrug it off and go back to his life, but today his mind was stuck on what Moune had said. Sexy? Ssssexyyyy? Did he need to be? And he wasn’t?
He wanted to ask someone about it, but it wasn’t really the sort of thing he could just go ask the other two guys about like he could about what brand of shampoo Hyde used to make his hair stand up like that, or why Agri smelled really nice sometimes (that’s how he learned about that cologne stuff. He didn’t see a point to it, so he asked Agri if he used it ‘cause he smelled bad, but Agri only hit him). So with those two ruled out, there was really only one option left if he wanted to know more about this sexy business.
***
“Na, Eri,” Alata cleared his throat and kind of stuck out his chest like he’d been told. He thought about throwing off one shoulder of his jacket, but Eri was turning around then and there wasn’t enough time. She looked at him kind of funnily, but smiled anyway.
“What is it?”
“Did it - ah, did it hurt?” Alata took a quick glance at the notes he’d written on his palm, remembering to lower his voice like he’d practiced just at the last second. Eri blinked.
“Huh?” Alata cleared his throat again.
“When you fell from, uh, heaven.” He screwed up his face and batted one eye shut. Eri stared at him for a moment before her face flooded with concern.
“Alata, are you okay? Is there something in your eye? What’s wrong with your voice, are you sick?!”
So maybe asking Nozomu for advice hadn’t been the best idea.
Alata heaved a sigh and slumped over as Eri rushed to his side to feel his forehead.
“No, Eri! I’m trying to be sexy! It’s supposed to be a pick-up line! And now you’re supposed to want to go to sleep with me!” He said with a frown.
“Eh? We have separate rooms, why would I need to sleep by you?”
"I don’t know, but it’s supposed to happen after I’m sexy.” He shrugged. Eri hummed with a thoughtful nod and tapped her chin, gears whirring in her head.
"Maybe we can take a nap later?” She said, and Alata’s face lit up.
“Then I can tell Moune that I was sexy and we slept together!”
“Oh my God, I cannot believe I am hearing this conversation.” Alata and Eri turned around and grinned as Agri stalked into the room, staring at them with wide eyes. Eri jabbed Alata in the ribs.
“Try it on Agri!” She hissed at him. “Maybe since you and him and Hyde share a room, he’ll be more likely to go to sleep with you!”
“Good idea!” Alata nodded, once again assuming his sexy pose and sticking out his chest and tilting his head a little bit. He threw off his jacket shoulder for good measure, too. To his satisfaction it seemed to work - Agri stopped dead in his tracks and stared at him, jaw swinging open. “Agri.” Alata said, momentarily breaking stance to look at his other hand. “Are you lost baby because heaven is a long way from here, wink and smi - oops!” Alata scrambled to shut one eye (or both, actually; he wasn’t very good at winking yet) in Agri’s direction, turning his lips up in what he thought was a nice smile. Eri applauded him cheerfully in the background. Agri continued to stare at him with his mouth open for a long time, and Alata began to wonder if he maybe used too much sexy on him.
“No! What’re you doing!” Agri sprang forward finally, seizing Alata by the shoulders and shaking him. “Why are you trying to come onto me?!”
Alata didn’t know what he was talking about, because no one was on top of each other, and anyway it was Agri who had grabbed him first.
“I’m being sexy!” He chirped, and Agri stopped shaking him to stare. “Do you want to take a nap with me and Eri later?”
“WHAT.” Agri had gone a little pale, but Alata ignored it.
“Or if you don’t feel like it then, we can just sleep together tonight.”
“I just... I don’t even...”
“But my bed’s kind of small, so maybe we should do it on the floor instead. It’ll be like a slumber party! Do you think Hyde will want to join in, too?”
“You have to be sexy to him first!” Eri reminded him.
“You are not being sexy!” Agri shouted, stomping one foot down so hard it rattled the walls a bit. Alata and Eri promptly shut up. “Alata, whatever you were doing, you were not doing it right and you are not being sexy. And that is not what it means to sleep with someone!”
“It isn’t?” Alata and Eri exchanged a glance. “What does it mean, then?”
Agri’s face turned pale, then a delicate shade of crimson.
“That’s... that’s... here! I’ll show you how to actually be sexy!” Agri summoned Hyde then with a shout, and after a few moments the tall man came in looking rather scandalized. Hyde opened his mouth to say something - probably to complain about being interrupted while he was doing special Seaick-y stuff like reading and staring wistfully at the ocean off of cliffs, Alata thought - but he was cut off when Agri practically hurled himself against the man, sending both of them to the floor.
If Hyde’s grunt of pain was any indication, Alata thought, then he wasn’t sure if he wanted to be sexy anymore.
“Hey, Hyde,” Agri said then, and Alata noted the used of the lowered pitch. So he had done something right! “It’s kinda hot in here, don’t you think.” He made a funny sound out of the back of his throat and sort of leered at Hyde from about two inches away, and Alata tilted his head. Agri was a lot shorter than Hyde, so straddling him ended up looking kind of weird. Hyde stared up at Agri, incredulousness growing on his features.
“What are you doing. Get off of me.”
Agri sighed finally and climbed off, scowling as Hyde stood up and dusted himself off. Eri went to help Hyde straighten his jacket, and Alata had his arms folded in thought.
“Sexy doesn’t look very comfortable,” he admitted to Agri, who only rolled his eyes.
“Well, it works better when you’re doing it to someone who’s not completely asexual.” He aimed a glare at Hyde.
“Don’t be stupid,” Hyde said loftily. “Your tactics are completely off.”And he probably would have said more, too, if Eri hadn’t cut him off with a quaint,
“Hey Hyde, what does it mean to sleep with someone?”
Hyde fell silent, tensing up. He looked to Agri nervously, but the Landick merely snorted and turned away. Eri and Alata regarded him with curious eyes, and he swallowed, pulling at his collar.
“Err, well... that’s...”
“Here you are! I’ve been looking for you guys all day!” Moune crashed into the room and saved the day, initially looking utterly furious with the world and all its inconveniences to her, but stopping when every pair of eyes in the room turned to her in tandem. “...why are you all staring at me?”
“Oh, Moune! You can tell us!” Eri said, eyes lighting up as she bounced over to the girl. “What does ‘sleeping together’ mean?”
“Oh, yeah!” Alata’s head bobbed in agreement. Moune looked between the two of them, superiority growing in her expression with every turn of her head.
“Psh, you guys don’t know what that means? Well, if you really wanna know...”
***
“Being sexy is hard,” Alata said to Nozomu later, sitting outside on the door steps and eating bowls ice cream. “And complicated.”
“Mm-hmm.” Nozomu nodded, spoon in his mouth. “Well, you’ll get it when you’re older, probably.”
“I guess you’re right,” Alata conceded, licking his spoon clean. Things like this probably just took time; he was certain he’d get it eventually. After all, even the word was starting to sound more familiar on his tongue! Sexaaay.
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I'm sorry. Just kidding, I'm not sorry at all. :D
And yes, it's totally called that. :D
Title: Sexy Time
Fandom: Tensou Sentai Goseiger
Characters: Alata, the rest of the Goseigers, Nozomu
Warning: Misleading title; this is absolutely G-rated. Heh.
Summary: Alata wants to be sexy, but doesn’t know how. It’s not something he can ask Hyde or Agri, so he asks someone else instead.
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Alata had never realized there were so many things wrong with him until he became housemates with Moune. Given, Agri and Hyde often told him he was too spacey or laid back, but Moune - oh man, Moune got on everybody’s case. Eri was too messy and too capricious, Hyde had a perpetual stick up his rear and thought about stuff too much, Agri was a total wimp! and in general a meanie-butthead to her at times, and Alata - well, Alata had a list.
At the top of his list were things like “sucks at drawing” and “can’t explain things without resorting to sound effects out of children’s action manga.” Further down came “too compliant” and “should never attempt cheerleading.” At the very bottom of the list came the most recent additions, including “looks like a pufferfish when angry” and the latest, which Moune was patronizing him about now.
“And even at this age, you’re totally not sexy at all!” She went on, her arms folded in front of her and eyes glaring down at Alata, who sat on the couch and stared up at her with his mouth partially open. He wondered to himself if Moune did this for fun or something. Or maybe not - she usually came to him and started ragging on him after spending too much time with Agri or Hyde. Well, whatever suited her.
“Do I need to be sexy?” Alata blinked. Even the word sounded strange on his tongue. Sexy. Seeexxy. Sexay? Moune just rolled her eyes and stomped off without answering his question. Normally at that point, Alata would just shrug it off and go back to his life, but today his mind was stuck on what Moune had said. Sexy? Ssssexyyyy? Did he need to be? And he wasn’t?
He wanted to ask someone about it, but it wasn’t really the sort of thing he could just go ask the other two guys about like he could about what brand of shampoo Hyde used to make his hair stand up like that, or why Agri smelled really nice sometimes (that’s how he learned about that cologne stuff. He didn’t see a point to it, so he asked Agri if he used it ‘cause he smelled bad, but Agri only hit him). So with those two ruled out, there was really only one option left if he wanted to know more about this sexy business.
***
“Na, Eri,” Alata cleared his throat and kind of stuck out his chest like he’d been told. He thought about throwing off one shoulder of his jacket, but Eri was turning around then and there wasn’t enough time. She looked at him kind of funnily, but smiled anyway.
“What is it?”
“Did it - ah, did it hurt?” Alata took a quick glance at the notes he’d written on his palm, remembering to lower his voice like he’d practiced just at the last second. Eri blinked.
“Huh?” Alata cleared his throat again.
“When you fell from, uh, heaven.” He screwed up his face and batted one eye shut. Eri stared at him for a moment before her face flooded with concern.
“Alata, are you okay? Is there something in your eye? What’s wrong with your voice, are you sick?!”
So maybe asking Nozomu for advice hadn’t been the best idea.
Alata heaved a sigh and slumped over as Eri rushed to his side to feel his forehead.
“No, Eri! I’m trying to be sexy! It’s supposed to be a pick-up line! And now you’re supposed to want to go to sleep with me!” He said with a frown.
“Eh? We have separate rooms, why would I need to sleep by you?”
"I don’t know, but it’s supposed to happen after I’m sexy.” He shrugged. Eri hummed with a thoughtful nod and tapped her chin, gears whirring in her head.
"Maybe we can take a nap later?” She said, and Alata’s face lit up.
“Then I can tell Moune that I was sexy and we slept together!”
“Oh my God, I cannot believe I am hearing this conversation.” Alata and Eri turned around and grinned as Agri stalked into the room, staring at them with wide eyes. Eri jabbed Alata in the ribs.
“Try it on Agri!” She hissed at him. “Maybe since you and him and Hyde share a room, he’ll be more likely to go to sleep with you!”
“Good idea!” Alata nodded, once again assuming his sexy pose and sticking out his chest and tilting his head a little bit. He threw off his jacket shoulder for good measure, too. To his satisfaction it seemed to work - Agri stopped dead in his tracks and stared at him, jaw swinging open. “Agri.” Alata said, momentarily breaking stance to look at his other hand. “Are you lost baby because heaven is a long way from here, wink and smi - oops!” Alata scrambled to shut one eye (or both, actually; he wasn’t very good at winking yet) in Agri’s direction, turning his lips up in what he thought was a nice smile. Eri applauded him cheerfully in the background. Agri continued to stare at him with his mouth open for a long time, and Alata began to wonder if he maybe used too much sexy on him.
“No! What’re you doing!” Agri sprang forward finally, seizing Alata by the shoulders and shaking him. “Why are you trying to come onto me?!”
Alata didn’t know what he was talking about, because no one was on top of each other, and anyway it was Agri who had grabbed him first.
“I’m being sexy!” He chirped, and Agri stopped shaking him to stare. “Do you want to take a nap with me and Eri later?”
“WHAT.” Agri had gone a little pale, but Alata ignored it.
“Or if you don’t feel like it then, we can just sleep together tonight.”
“I just... I don’t even...”
“But my bed’s kind of small, so maybe we should do it on the floor instead. It’ll be like a slumber party! Do you think Hyde will want to join in, too?”
“You have to be sexy to him first!” Eri reminded him.
“You are not being sexy!” Agri shouted, stomping one foot down so hard it rattled the walls a bit. Alata and Eri promptly shut up. “Alata, whatever you were doing, you were not doing it right and you are not being sexy. And that is not what it means to sleep with someone!”
“It isn’t?” Alata and Eri exchanged a glance. “What does it mean, then?”
Agri’s face turned pale, then a delicate shade of crimson.
“That’s... that’s... here! I’ll show you how to actually be sexy!” Agri summoned Hyde then with a shout, and after a few moments the tall man came in looking rather scandalized. Hyde opened his mouth to say something - probably to complain about being interrupted while he was doing special Seaick-y stuff like reading and staring wistfully at the ocean off of cliffs, Alata thought - but he was cut off when Agri practically hurled himself against the man, sending both of them to the floor.
If Hyde’s grunt of pain was any indication, Alata thought, then he wasn’t sure if he wanted to be sexy anymore.
“Hey, Hyde,” Agri said then, and Alata noted the used of the lowered pitch. So he had done something right! “It’s kinda hot in here, don’t you think.” He made a funny sound out of the back of his throat and sort of leered at Hyde from about two inches away, and Alata tilted his head. Agri was a lot shorter than Hyde, so straddling him ended up looking kind of weird. Hyde stared up at Agri, incredulousness growing on his features.
“What are you doing. Get off of me.”
Agri sighed finally and climbed off, scowling as Hyde stood up and dusted himself off. Eri went to help Hyde straighten his jacket, and Alata had his arms folded in thought.
“Sexy doesn’t look very comfortable,” he admitted to Agri, who only rolled his eyes.
“Well, it works better when you’re doing it to someone who’s not completely asexual.” He aimed a glare at Hyde.
“Don’t be stupid,” Hyde said loftily. “Your tactics are completely off.”And he probably would have said more, too, if Eri hadn’t cut him off with a quaint,
“Hey Hyde, what does it mean to sleep with someone?”
Hyde fell silent, tensing up. He looked to Agri nervously, but the Landick merely snorted and turned away. Eri and Alata regarded him with curious eyes, and he swallowed, pulling at his collar.
“Err, well... that’s...”
“Here you are! I’ve been looking for you guys all day!” Moune crashed into the room and saved the day, initially looking utterly furious with the world and all its inconveniences to her, but stopping when every pair of eyes in the room turned to her in tandem. “...why are you all staring at me?”
“Oh, Moune! You can tell us!” Eri said, eyes lighting up as she bounced over to the girl. “What does ‘sleeping together’ mean?”
“Oh, yeah!” Alata’s head bobbed in agreement. Moune looked between the two of them, superiority growing in her expression with every turn of her head.
“Psh, you guys don’t know what that means? Well, if you really wanna know...”
***
“Being sexy is hard,” Alata said to Nozomu later, sitting outside on the door steps and eating bowls ice cream. “And complicated.”
“Mm-hmm.” Nozomu nodded, spoon in his mouth. “Well, you’ll get it when you’re older, probably.”
“I guess you’re right,” Alata conceded, licking his spoon clean. Things like this probably just took time; he was certain he’d get it eventually. After all, even the word was starting to sound more familiar on his tongue! Sexaaay.
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I'm sorry. Just kidding, I'm not sorry at all. :D