Barking Orders
Title: Barking Orders
Author: DarkBlysse
Type: Crack
Word Count: 160
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Roy/? (Oh, yes, 'tis a mystery! \o/)
Summary: Not all of Roy's conquests are so good at taking orders...
Warnings: Horribly tacky innuendos, gratuitous amounts of crack.
A/N: I... I had to. XD Please, please forgive me for this, but it was the first thing I thought of. It had to be written. <3 And it took all of 10 minutes to write, too. XDD Ah, spontaneous!fic... how I love thee. Didn't win this week, but what do I care? This fic was too much fun! Done for the prompt, 'Giving Orders'.
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“On... your... back!” Roy grunted, his voice loud and strained through the large wooden doors that blocked off his office from the rest of the world...
... unless he was screaming out such obscene things that most of his fellow millitarymen and women had gathered outside those doors, all with awkward looks and varying degrees of blush on their faces.
“Nng... why won't you just... give in?!”
A loud crash and frantic whimpers followed Roy's harsh words, and several people jumped, one or two actually slinking away as things got just a little too... weird for them to handle.
“Ahh! N-No, not--” Roy cried out. Another few thuds sounded as it seemed that Roy was... trying to get away from something. “D-Don't lick me there!”
Suddenly, the doors flew open and Roy fell onto the floor, flat on his back as Black Hayate all but clung to his chest, slathering his face in 'kisses'.
“Damned... mutt... can't take orders!”
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