[fic] But it was cute!
Title: But it was cute!
Author: crimson_raining
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 2 749
Pairings: tentacle x Akutagawa Jirou, tentacle x Atobe Keigo, AtoJi, Dirty Pair
Warning: Tentacle Squick Fic, pointless pr0n, PLOT! (TF? Plot?), crack, fluff
Beta: fauxfoxus
Summary: Even ugly things can be cute; it’s all in the eyes of the beholder. Previous victims tentacles can be found here.
Disclaimer: I am a poor Canadian, I couldn't own it if I tried.
A/N: ummmm, I think I should apologize for the level of crack in this one . . . I blame it on Jirou as when ever I write him he comes out either super-hyper-I’m-on-crack or angsty-seme-who’s-gonna-fuck-your-shit-up. >_> At least its long? (Again I blame Jirou for that . . . and Atobe) Though its not very well written >_<
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He had found it abandoned, alone, abused and an inch from certain death, his heart had gone out to the poor plant immediately. Well, that might have been a slight exaggeration but the plant had definitely been in bad shape and it was definitely left for dead. Feeling bad for it, Jirou made up his mind instantly to take it home and nurse it back to health. Besides, maybe then his mother would let him have another puppy.
He had quickly whipped out his cell phone and called the driver that Atobe had given him. Within minutes he had his new plant in a transport box, in his limo, on its way to its new home. As they pulled up to his house and he stepped out of the car, plant in hand, he realized one crucial thing about plants: he knew nothing about how to take care of them.
That’s when he remembered the last plant that he had attempted to take care of; the result had not been a positive one. He didn’t want this plant to meet the same dreadful fate as the last one; this time was going to be different. Running up to his room, Jirou started to formulate a plan. If he didn’t know how to take care of a plant, then why not just ask someone who did?
Setting the plant down on his desk, he once again whipped open his cell phone and called the one person who knew everything about anything (or was it anything about everything? He really couldn’t remember which.), Oshitari Yuushi. Waiting for the other boy to pick up the phone seemed like an eternity (even if it was only four rings). He didn’t even let the other boy say “Moshi moshi” before launching into his hyper question filled rant when he heard the beep of the phone being answered.
“Yuushi! I just found this poor, helpless plant in the park! It’s in really bad shape, so I had to take it home with me and now I don’t know how to make it better! What should I do? How do you take care of big, sick, near death plants? How much water do I give it? Do I give it water at all? Do sick plants need milk? Would it want some of my juice? I have some Coke-a-Cola too, would it want that instead? How abou-”
On the other end of the line Gakuto just blinked, having found Yuushi’s phone first (it had somehow found itself lodged between an old bottle of strawberry cheesecake lube and a pair of hand cuffs) he was the one that answered it. Snickering slightly he passed the phone too it’s rightful owner and cuddled back up with his boyfriend on the bed.
“Jirou wants to know how to take care of a plant.” Gakuto snickered before descending on Yuushi’s neck, clearly trying to distract the taller boy from the conversation he was being forced into.
“It will need some friends wont it? Friends always make me feel better, what kind of friends do plants have? Should I take it out into mom’s garden? If it’s windy it will need a blanket wont it? Should I-”
Smiling, Yuushi cut the blond off, “Mmmmm, Jirou, slow down.” Yuushi held back a chuckle as Gakuto moaned at the sound of his voice, “Can you tell me what kind of plant it is?”
“Uuuhhhhhh, well . . . It’s big and its got these funny looking leaves that are really, really thick and this big round thing on the top!” Jirou sounded quite pleased at his brief explanation of what the plant looked like.
“Hmmmmmmmm,” the description Jirou had given him didn’t sound remotely like anything he had ever heard of and he found his curiosity starting to spike, “Tell me more about this ‘big round thing’, Jirou.”
“It’s about the size of my fist, maybe a little bigger and it looks like its really smooth, but I can see where it might open up . . . is it a flower? It’s kinda shiny actually . . . the leaves are too . . . makes me wanna touch ‘em!”
“Okay then. Now listen to me Jirou, you’ve got to follow my exact instructions okay?” or there will be nothing left of that thing for me to look at when I get there, “Just put it near, not in but near, a window and give it half a bottle of water. Got that Jirou?”
“Near a window, not in a window and half a bottle of water . . .” the blond paused before adding in cutely, “ . . . no juice?”
“No juice,” Yuushi chuckled back.
“Thanks Yuushi!!” Jirou cried happily before hanging up.
Closing his own phone, Yuushi then eyed it distastefully; it was covered in some kind of lube and something that looked suspiciously like a used condom was sticking to it. He was going to have to punish Gakuto for throwing it across the room last night. Though as soon as hot, moist lips closed around his member, he found it might just be okay to forgive his boyfriend, this time anyway.
~*~ ^_^ ~*~
As soon as he had flipped his phone shut and stuffed it back into his pocket, Jirou had started to do exactly what Yuushi had told him to do. Moving the plant near a window was easy; he just had to slide it over to the other side of his desk. He admired his handy work for a moment before quickly running to get a water bottle out of the closest fridge. After emptying half of the bottle (well it was more like three fourths, it was a big plant!), he then just stared at it for a while not knowing exactly what to do next.
He really didn’t want to call Yuushi back after hanging up on him, besides there was nothing much Yuushi could help him with now. To put it bluntly he was bored and he now needed something to do. He wondered if Atobe would be interested in his new plant, the taller blond always seemed to be interested in whatever Jirou was doing. He sighed and started to ponder calling his buchou while beginning a closer inspection of the plant.
Poking and stroking the leaves as well as the large bulb sticking out the top, he then thought it might be better for Atobe to come see his plant when it was a little more . . . healthy or something. At the moment it didn’t look to good and Atobe never liked things that didn’t look good. He wouldn’t want Atobe to tell him to get rid of the poor thing, not when he was going to nurse it back to health and convince his mother he could so take care of a new puppy. He really wanted a puppy.
On the other hand though, he really didn’t want to wait to tell Atobe, he sucked at keeping secrets anyway. Besides, if Atobe saw it he would think same thing as him right? Atobe always agreed with him so this shouldn’t be any different. Atobe would tell him that the plant was cute and adorable and needed love, lots of love. And if there was one thing that Jirou did well it was giving things lots of love.
Mind made up, Jirou once again reached into his pocket for his cell phone. He didn’t even have to look at the phone, having Atobe on his first speed-dial. Jirou pouted at the three rings it took his buchou to answer; normally it only took Atobe one and a half.
“Jirou?” Atobe’s voice had its normal tone, though it was just slightly softer as it always was he talked to him. It made him smile widely into the phone.
“Tobe-chan! You’ve gotta come over right now!” Jirou was trying hard not to bounce or yell into the phone, he prided himself on the fact that he was just merely vibrating and his voice was only slightly shrill, “I’ve got something really amazing that you gotta see!”
Jirou knew that Atobe would be unable to say no to him, that’s what was so great about being buchou’s favourite. This was proven true by Atobe’s chuckle and saying that he would be over momentarily. Oh, how Jirou loved his life.
~*~ ^_^ ~*~
Upon arriving at Jirou’s house, Atobe really didn’t know what he should expect to see. The last time (his) Jirou had sounded this excited the boy had found a baby robin and wanted the two of them to raise it together. The time before that it was a new pair of fluffy bunny slippers (they were a pale pink and with their goggly eyes and ears that flopped whenever the shorter blond walked, they had to have been the most adorable thing Jirou owned). So knowing Jirou, it really could be anything under the sun.
Though when Jirou wasn’t at the door or even running down the hall to meet him, Atobe began to think that this time it was a little more important then bunny slippers. He dismissed the butler that was escorting him to Jirou’s suite and began to pick up his pace. He got to Jirou’s room in record time, three minutes at the most, and walked right in without knocking. Whatever he was expecting to see, it wasn’t this.
Jirou was by his window; shorts and yellow sheep boxers tangled around his ankles. His thin pale green t-shirt was pushed up past his collarbone, exposing his toned chest and dusk nipples. Though, Atobe really wasn’t gaping at that; his attention was drawn to what had actually removed the blonde’s clothing to such an extent. It was some type of botanical or something and it was violating his Jirou. Only he was allowed to touch Jirou like that . . . even if he hadn’t yet.
Vines were wrapped around Jirou’s body; stroking and caressing the blond making him writhe and moan. Atobe couldn’t take his eyes away from what it was doing to Jirou’s straining erection, tentacle like vines curling around his shaft and pumping him hard. The tip of the vine flicked the head of the blonds now weeping member, toying with the slit. It was one of the most erotic sights Atobe had ever seen.
Jirou’s eyes finally opened up enough so he could see Atobe standing just inside the door, watching him avidly. The boy’s already flushed face turned scarlet at realizing he was being watched by his buchou. Atobe started to slowly walk further into the room, eyes now firmly locked with Jirou’s, not wanting the smaller boy to look away from him. The blonde’s mouth opened slightly, as he tried to say something to explain what was happening, though the sound that came out was a strangled whimper.
Atobe felt his cock twitch the second he heard the noise that spilled out of Jirou’s lips and he quickened his pace, wanting to be closer to the other boy. This caused Jirou’s blush to darken and it only spurred Atobe on further. Now that he was within touching distance of the other boy he became immersed in the sight before him, he didn’t notice the vine trailing up the back of his leg until it was far to late.
He ignored the slight tugging on his pants and the feel of something cool and damp against his skin as he kneeled down and reached out to touch Jirou. Just as fingers brushed the other boys heated cheek something coiled around his waist and pulled him down. Atobe gave out a surprised yelp and quickly brought his hands out in front of him, bracing himself against the carpeted floor as whatever had pulled him down quickly wormed itself into his pants.
He gasped at the sensation, his eyes going wide in shock as the thing wrapped around his hardening cock. He shuttered and thrust into the grip before realizing what he was doing and quickly tried to remove it from his pants. Though when he found that his arms were being held firmly by more of the vines, he gave out a little groan and tried to pull his hips away from the vines grasp. It was a pointless attempt as the vine only started to move the way he had witnessed it moving on Jirou and he found that he really didn’t want to resist it anymore.
Beside him he could hear Jirou moaning loudly, attempting to say his name over and over, though never being able to pronounce it fully. It made Atobe shiver, knowing that the smaller blond was only thinking about him. He turned his head so he could properly see Jirou and could only groan at the image before him.
Jirou’s legs were wide and one glistening vine was working itself deep into him, causing the boy to cry out wordlessly in pleasure. He was arching his hips up, trying to open himself up even further for the thing. Then the vine stilled for a moment and Jirou gave out a choked moan, seeming unable to make any noise at all. Then it started to move again, slowly at first then quickening it’s pace, thrusting into the whimpering blond.
Atobe gasped as suddenly he felt cool air on his bare ass, his pants having quickly being pulled down to his knees. All he could do was watch Jirou being pounded into beside him as another one of the slick vines slithered between his legs and started to probe his entrance. Breaths now long and deep he didn’t know what to do as it started to work its way into him. It was the oddest feeling, being slowly stretched and filled. He didn’t know if he liked it or not, but if Jirou was finding the experience quite pleasurable he knew he should at least give it a try.
As he relaxed himself and let the vine work itself further into him, he began to see why Jirou was moaning so loudly. Combined with the amazing things it was doing to his now straining erection what it was doing was very enjoyable. Actually as it hit a spot deep inside him the only thing he could think was not wanting it to stop. He opened his legs wider and arched his back, thrusting back against it, loving the feel of it inside him.
The grip of the vines around his arms loosened slightly and he took advantage of the greater range of movement to reach out with his hand and entwine his fingers with Jirou’s. The smaller boy closed his hand around Atobe’s, clutching him tightly as he shuddered in pleasure. Atobe could feel him shaking; the blonde’s entire body was quivering as he was being ravished. Then the smaller body tensed beside him, and all Atobe could do is watch the blonde’s expression as he came, mouth wide in a silent scream and eyes closed tightly.
Atobe couldn’t remember much after that, only the sensations that filled his body and then holding Jirou’s smaller hand even tighter as, he too, came hard. As it retreated from his body he could feel his thighs start to tremble, just the same as they would do after a long, drawn out tennis match. Knowing his legs wouldn’t be able to support him for much longer he moved a little closer to Jirou. Both of them were now panting heavily, and when their eyes meet Atobe gave the other blond a small smile that he was very pleased to see returned to him.
“M’sorry Tobe-chan . . .” the smaller boy mumbled sleepily, “I didn’t mean fo-“
Atobe cut the boy off with a soft kiss before lying down beside him and pulling him into his arms. The shag carpet that the boy had put in two months ago was just as comfortable as he had said it was and Atobe felt no inclination to get up off it. He gave Jirou’s soft curls a few pats before muttering to the boy, “Shhhh . . . just sleep Jirou.”
As he closed his eyes and felt the boy falling asleep in his arms, Atobe attempted to ponder what had just happened. Unfortunately for him he didn’t get very far as the need for sleep over came him and soon he too was joining Jirou in the land of dreams.