I am a horrible person, the revenge!
Title: The Bet (or The Seduction of Momotaros)
Series: Kamen Rider Den-O
Characters/pairings: Urataros/Momotaros
Rating: R
Summary: Urataros and Momotaros make a bet that Urataros can't seduce him in a week. Who would you put your money on?
Warnings/Spoilers: Brief mention of Kohana. Ura/Momo pairing... uh.
Also, Ryuuta-mun totally gets all the credit for how it ends. Just saying >D
“Don’t be so cocky, Kame-ko. There’s no way you could seduce just anyone.” Momotaros laughs and leans back with his cup of coffee.
“Don’t underestimate the abilities of a fisherman as skilled as me, Sempai. It’ll come back to bite you.” Urataros retorts coolly.
“You never got to the smelly flower woman, did you, huh? Huh?” Momotaros goads.
“Kohana-chan is the exception that proves the rule. Besides, she would have taken my bait eventually if she hadn’t become young again.” Urataros explains in a way that sounds perfectly reasonable.
Momotaros jeers. “Ha ha! You just can’t admit you failed!”
“Anyone else and I could have them hooked in a week, at most.” Urataros is unruffled by the insulting tone and leans into Momotaros’s personal space.
Momotaros refuses to be cowed. “Ohhhh, willing to make a bet on it?” When Urataros gives a cocky assent Momotaros cackles. “Done! You get a week to seduce someone I pick and if you can’t. . .” He gets right up in Urataros’s face, “You gotta do what I say for a week. And you can’t lie at all.”
“Very well, Sempai. And when I win you have to do whatever I say for a week.” Urataros strikes a pose. “I’ll try not to be too hard on you.”
Momotaros crows with laughter. “Too cocky, Perverted-turtle! Because I pick the brat!”
“S-Sempai!” Urataros sounds aghast.
“Admitting defeat already?”
“That’s cheating; he’s much too young. Besides, do you want to explain to Ryoutarou why I’m seducing Ryuuta? And deal with his reaction? Hmm?” Some of the self-assuredness starts filtering back into the other Imagin’s voice with the questions.
Momotaros sits very still for a moment then stutters out, “N-No. Not really. Fine! I pick me then! Hah. Enjoy losing, Kame-ko!”
“Deal. Ne, Sempai, I hope you enjoy being reeled in by me.”
~
Momotaros paces the dining car, grumbling to himself. “What’s he doing? Two days and nothing; it’s getting on my nerves! Whatever he’s up to, I’m onto him! He isn’t gonna fool me.” He looks up as the door hisses open and abruptly assumes a self-confident pose. “Oi, Kame-ko! Why don’t you just admit you can’t get to me? Just waiting for the time to run out wastes both of our time!”
“Oh?” Urataros tilts his head. “But my seduction is working perfectly. A subtle lure works better than a gaudy one, after all.”
Momotaros sputters for a second then shouts, “Shut up! You’re lying, Perverted-turtle!” He stalks to the other end of the car, effectively ending the conversation.
But Urataros laughs softly and murmurs as if to himself, but easily loud enough for Momotaros to overhear, “Ah, he’s already thinking about how I’d taste.”
“Perverted-turtle!!”
~
Urataros sketches a half bow. “You can bathe first, Sempai.”
Momotaros stares at him in confusion for a moment then snarls, “I’m onto you! It won’t work. ‘Cause I’m not thinking about how you taste. At all.”
Leaning close, Urataros whispers smugly into Momotaros’s ear, “Of course not, Sempai~ You’re imagining how I’d look in your passionate embrace by now.”
When Momotaros yells intelligibly and attacks Urataros nearly moans out, “Oh Sempai~” and Momotaros stops abruptly, shoving his way past the others and out of the car, looking very disturbed.
~
“What are you looking at, Kame-ko? Only one day left! And I haven’t thought once about how you’d taste or look. Not once!” But Momotaros sounds less confident than his words. “You have to try harder than this if you expect to get me!”
“I don’t need to; you’re already in my net.” Urataros croons. “And you’ve been thinking too much about how I’d sound to think about anything else Sem~pai~”
Momotaros makes a strangled, apoplectic sound and abruptly leaves the room.
~
“Five hours, Perverted-turtle.” Momotaros growls uncomfortably from his bench. “And I’m not thinking about how you’d taste! Or look! Or sound! At all!” After a beat he adds, “Or how you’d feel either, so don’t even say it!”
Urataros says nothing but somehow gives the impression of hiking an eyebrow in amusement. Seeing that, Momotaros gets up with a jerk and moves to lean over the other, announcing smugly, “I’ve been thinking about what I’ll make you do. This week’ll be fun.”
Urataros shakes his head patronizingly, “Sempai, Sempai, just admit I’ve reeled you in already. You’ll feel so much better.” He accentuates each word of the last sentence lovingly.
“Shut up, Perverted-turtle!”
“You know how to make me, Sem~pai~”
Momotaros nearly howls in frustration then shoves Urataros back against the wall, attacking with a fierce kiss. Urataros steadies himself against his aggressor and kisses back just as fiercely. When Momotaros ends the kiss he groans out with more than a little satisfaction and relief, “Finally.”
Momotaros snarls, “Damn you, Kame-ko.”
“Shut up and do that again.” Urataros laughs, “And remember, you have to do what I sa-” He’s cut off as Momotaros more than eagerly complies.
“Ne, ne, are Kame-chan and Momotaros trying out a new kind of wrestling? Mind if I play too?”
Series: Kamen Rider Den-O
Characters/pairings: Urataros/Momotaros
Rating: R
Summary: Urataros and Momotaros make a bet that Urataros can't seduce him in a week. Who would you put your money on?
Warnings/Spoilers: Brief mention of Kohana. Ura/Momo pairing... uh.
Also, Ryuuta-mun totally gets all the credit for how it ends. Just saying >D
“Don’t be so cocky, Kame-ko. There’s no way you could seduce just anyone.” Momotaros laughs and leans back with his cup of coffee.
“Don’t underestimate the abilities of a fisherman as skilled as me, Sempai. It’ll come back to bite you.” Urataros retorts coolly.
“You never got to the smelly flower woman, did you, huh? Huh?” Momotaros goads.
“Kohana-chan is the exception that proves the rule. Besides, she would have taken my bait eventually if she hadn’t become young again.” Urataros explains in a way that sounds perfectly reasonable.
Momotaros jeers. “Ha ha! You just can’t admit you failed!”
“Anyone else and I could have them hooked in a week, at most.” Urataros is unruffled by the insulting tone and leans into Momotaros’s personal space.
Momotaros refuses to be cowed. “Ohhhh, willing to make a bet on it?” When Urataros gives a cocky assent Momotaros cackles. “Done! You get a week to seduce someone I pick and if you can’t. . .” He gets right up in Urataros’s face, “You gotta do what I say for a week. And you can’t lie at all.”
“Very well, Sempai. And when I win you have to do whatever I say for a week.” Urataros strikes a pose. “I’ll try not to be too hard on you.”
Momotaros crows with laughter. “Too cocky, Perverted-turtle! Because I pick the brat!”
“S-Sempai!” Urataros sounds aghast.
“Admitting defeat already?”
“That’s cheating; he’s much too young. Besides, do you want to explain to Ryoutarou why I’m seducing Ryuuta? And deal with his reaction? Hmm?” Some of the self-assuredness starts filtering back into the other Imagin’s voice with the questions.
Momotaros sits very still for a moment then stutters out, “N-No. Not really. Fine! I pick me then! Hah. Enjoy losing, Kame-ko!”
“Deal. Ne, Sempai, I hope you enjoy being reeled in by me.”
~
Momotaros paces the dining car, grumbling to himself. “What’s he doing? Two days and nothing; it’s getting on my nerves! Whatever he’s up to, I’m onto him! He isn’t gonna fool me.” He looks up as the door hisses open and abruptly assumes a self-confident pose. “Oi, Kame-ko! Why don’t you just admit you can’t get to me? Just waiting for the time to run out wastes both of our time!”
“Oh?” Urataros tilts his head. “But my seduction is working perfectly. A subtle lure works better than a gaudy one, after all.”
Momotaros sputters for a second then shouts, “Shut up! You’re lying, Perverted-turtle!” He stalks to the other end of the car, effectively ending the conversation.
But Urataros laughs softly and murmurs as if to himself, but easily loud enough for Momotaros to overhear, “Ah, he’s already thinking about how I’d taste.”
“Perverted-turtle!!”
~
Urataros sketches a half bow. “You can bathe first, Sempai.”
Momotaros stares at him in confusion for a moment then snarls, “I’m onto you! It won’t work. ‘Cause I’m not thinking about how you taste. At all.”
Leaning close, Urataros whispers smugly into Momotaros’s ear, “Of course not, Sempai~ You’re imagining how I’d look in your passionate embrace by now.”
When Momotaros yells intelligibly and attacks Urataros nearly moans out, “Oh Sempai~” and Momotaros stops abruptly, shoving his way past the others and out of the car, looking very disturbed.
~
“What are you looking at, Kame-ko? Only one day left! And I haven’t thought once about how you’d taste or look. Not once!” But Momotaros sounds less confident than his words. “You have to try harder than this if you expect to get me!”
“I don’t need to; you’re already in my net.” Urataros croons. “And you’ve been thinking too much about how I’d sound to think about anything else Sem~pai~”
Momotaros makes a strangled, apoplectic sound and abruptly leaves the room.
~
“Five hours, Perverted-turtle.” Momotaros growls uncomfortably from his bench. “And I’m not thinking about how you’d taste! Or look! Or sound! At all!” After a beat he adds, “Or how you’d feel either, so don’t even say it!”
Urataros says nothing but somehow gives the impression of hiking an eyebrow in amusement. Seeing that, Momotaros gets up with a jerk and moves to lean over the other, announcing smugly, “I’ve been thinking about what I’ll make you do. This week’ll be fun.”
Urataros shakes his head patronizingly, “Sempai, Sempai, just admit I’ve reeled you in already. You’ll feel so much better.” He accentuates each word of the last sentence lovingly.
“Shut up, Perverted-turtle!”
“You know how to make me, Sem~pai~”
Momotaros nearly howls in frustration then shoves Urataros back against the wall, attacking with a fierce kiss. Urataros steadies himself against his aggressor and kisses back just as fiercely. When Momotaros ends the kiss he groans out with more than a little satisfaction and relief, “Finally.”
Momotaros snarls, “Damn you, Kame-ko.”
“Shut up and do that again.” Urataros laughs, “And remember, you have to do what I sa-” He’s cut off as Momotaros more than eagerly complies.
“Ne, ne, are Kame-chan and Momotaros trying out a new kind of wrestling? Mind if I play too?”