Itchy Heroes!
Writen rather hurriedly - Charis' is fic brought a need for silly fluff! *snuggles all in reach*
Princely Peacock had fun slapping warm wax over Captain Bold’s hairy back, the man seemed subdued though, which rather spoiled the fun. He only spoke the once asking pitifully ‘Will this hurt’ in a little boy voice that Peacock refused to label cute. Begrudgingly, he was careful removing the now furry strips, telling himself it was professionalism not kindness. True villains were never kind!
Captain Bold steeled himself when the waxing got intimate. His little pink pucker flexed nervously as the fine fur was removed. Peacock lathered a bit of cream there, cackling inwardly over Bold not knowing who it was teasing at his buttocks.
It was a forlorn hero left the salon. Sulking that he was cheated from a cackle Peacock raided his cookie stash then skulked off to his lair to bake some more.
It was so much less rewarding besting Captain Bold when the confounded man refused to answer back. Peacocks best jibes fell on deaf ears and Captain Bold no longer seemed so Bold, no splutter or macho antics. Peacock called him ‘Mr Smoothie’ but he never even growled.
When Princely Peacock made the cities fountains spurt cherry cola and the swimming baths turn green, there were no water fights to flood the council offices. Captain Bold looked bored and almost caught him! This would never do!
The itching when it came was a fine, fine thing. Rumours abound. Newspapers spread panic and newscasters predicted doom. Captain Bold mid rescue, angling to scratch an itch. Scratching his bum while interviewed, loosing a thief too a persistent unreachable itch that tickled down his spine. Rubbing shoulders against doorways. Readjusting spandex pants in corners.
Pim that crazy evil genius had done so well with his Spandex Bots he was given lots of credit. Princely Peacock interrupted those news reports mighty fast! It was him alone knew the secret, it wasn’t contagious, but he offered Captain Bold an answer. For a price.
Bold was at the salon before the invite was off air. Re-growing hair enough distraction that he didn’t care his beautician wore fine stretched velvet and feather boa. Cold cream met grateful sighs. More vocal than his previous visit.
A pliant hero upon his bench was oddly rewarding. Princely Peacock glowered menacingly through his favourite mask.
‘I am still your dreaded Nemesis, and you will never, ever, ever beat me!’ he declared nastily, a good way to start a monologue, he was pleased with the cracking of his voice. Very sinister. Captain Bold nodded obediently, so got an extra squirt of cream, it made his eyes cross.
‘And if you ever tell anyone I’m partial to chest hair I’ll deny everything and, and I’ll wax you balls!’
The growl he got for that was almost a purr. Captain Bold lunged forward to tug him nearer and Princely Peacock smiled. It took a real evil villain to train a hero.
Princely Peacock had fun slapping warm wax over Captain Bold’s hairy back, the man seemed subdued though, which rather spoiled the fun. He only spoke the once asking pitifully ‘Will this hurt’ in a little boy voice that Peacock refused to label cute. Begrudgingly, he was careful removing the now furry strips, telling himself it was professionalism not kindness. True villains were never kind!
Captain Bold steeled himself when the waxing got intimate. His little pink pucker flexed nervously as the fine fur was removed. Peacock lathered a bit of cream there, cackling inwardly over Bold not knowing who it was teasing at his buttocks.
It was a forlorn hero left the salon. Sulking that he was cheated from a cackle Peacock raided his cookie stash then skulked off to his lair to bake some more.
It was so much less rewarding besting Captain Bold when the confounded man refused to answer back. Peacocks best jibes fell on deaf ears and Captain Bold no longer seemed so Bold, no splutter or macho antics. Peacock called him ‘Mr Smoothie’ but he never even growled.
When Princely Peacock made the cities fountains spurt cherry cola and the swimming baths turn green, there were no water fights to flood the council offices. Captain Bold looked bored and almost caught him! This would never do!
The itching when it came was a fine, fine thing. Rumours abound. Newspapers spread panic and newscasters predicted doom. Captain Bold mid rescue, angling to scratch an itch. Scratching his bum while interviewed, loosing a thief too a persistent unreachable itch that tickled down his spine. Rubbing shoulders against doorways. Readjusting spandex pants in corners.
Pim that crazy evil genius had done so well with his Spandex Bots he was given lots of credit. Princely Peacock interrupted those news reports mighty fast! It was him alone knew the secret, it wasn’t contagious, but he offered Captain Bold an answer. For a price.
Bold was at the salon before the invite was off air. Re-growing hair enough distraction that he didn’t care his beautician wore fine stretched velvet and feather boa. Cold cream met grateful sighs. More vocal than his previous visit.
A pliant hero upon his bench was oddly rewarding. Princely Peacock glowered menacingly through his favourite mask.
‘I am still your dreaded Nemesis, and you will never, ever, ever beat me!’ he declared nastily, a good way to start a monologue, he was pleased with the cracking of his voice. Very sinister. Captain Bold nodded obediently, so got an extra squirt of cream, it made his eyes cross.
‘And if you ever tell anyone I’m partial to chest hair I’ll deny everything and, and I’ll wax you balls!’
The growl he got for that was almost a purr. Captain Bold lunged forward to tug him nearer and Princely Peacock smiled. It took a real evil villain to train a hero.