INTRODUCING WWW
Okay, iamlolweasel and I have no lives and decided to personify websites and computer programs so we could play with them in our own twisted way. WHAT? HETALIA? WHAT'S THAT? And I now ship MSN/AIM together. And Bebo-chan is the cutest little guy ever. And guys, it's awesome. MODESTY? I'VE NEVER HEARD OF THAT EITHER.
Authors: iamlolweasel and pampered_banter
Warning: Instant messenger boylove. Nothing tooooo explicit though.
SEE, WE EVEN HAVE ICONS.
PIECE 1
Sighing, AIM wrung his hands together as he followed MSN down the halls, an awkward silence hanging over them. He frowned at MSN’s back, his mind racing. He didn’t like this. He hated relying on someone, MSN of all people, but he had been ill the past week, and MSN - his enemy, his rival, his nemesis - had the notes he so desperately needed.
He didn’t trust the boy in front of him, but he pushed his pride to the back of his mind in order to pass Professor Google’s class. AIM let out a relieved sigh when they finally reached the classroom and gave MSN an irritated look when the blue haired boy held the door open for him. “I’m not a woman,” he grumbled, pushing past him.
Smirking, MSN followed him into the classroom, closing the heavy wooden door behind him. “Oh, I can see that AIM-kun~,” MSN purred, raking his eyes over AIM’s back. “Quite well.” The door closed with a heavy thunk of finality, which didn’t sound too good.
“Don’t call me that, idiot,” AIM muttered, turning to face MSN with a blank look. “Well?”
“Ah, the notes.” He sighed, running a hand through his hair and walking forwards.
AIM frowned as MSN closed in on him, taking a step back. “There’s no need for you to be getting so close.”
“No, no,” MSN disagreed, reaching forward to grip AIM’s shirt. “There really is.” He grinned, pushing AIM forcefully to the ground.
The shorter boy let out a started yelp as he fell onto his backside, red hair falling in front of his eyes. “What the fuck, asshole?!” he snarled, trying to get up.
MSN smirked, moving his legs to straddle AIM, a vicious smirk on his face. The look on AIM's face sent a gleeful shiver down his spine. "I didn’t like the way Livejournal was talking to you earlier last week. She’s becoming a little too brazen around you."
“What the hell? We were just talking about work! And why is it any of your business anyway?”
“You’re my business, AIM-kun,” MSN said, shrugging coolly. “Just don’t talk to her again and I’ll let this be.“
AIM narrowed his eyes and lifted his hand weakly, aiming a punch. "Like hell, you bastard."
Cackling, MSN caught his fist. "Haha! So spirited~!"
AIM snarled as he tried to yank his hand back. "Get the hell off of me."
"Oho, but why would I want to do that?" MSN pressed his lips against AIM's hand, keeping his grip on AIM's wrist tight to avoid being punched in the mouth. "You're so cute, AIM-kun."
"J-just because you're more populaaarr..." AIM trailed off as MSN swiped his tongue over the pale skin of his wrist and began to suck at the frantic pulse beneath. "What the hell you bastard-"
Then MSN rolled his hips against his and something undeniable, shameful, sparked in his groin.
AIM's eyes rolled into the back of his head helplessly, his free hand reaching for MSN's shoulder, digging his nails in. "I-" he started, then swallowed and took a deep breath, face contorting, "I still h-hate you."
"Mmm," MSN murmured, grinning. "I wonder about that AIM-kun~" he sang joyfully. He leant down, his grin twisting viciously. "This is pretty intimate after all."
“Ni-san, are you alright?”
A voice from outside made AIM’s heart stop. His eyes widened and he struggled frantically under MSN. "Get off of me you retard. Bebo's outside!"
"So?"
"SO?! He'll fucking see us and tell anyone who listens. And I don't want-"
"Bebo-chan? What's going?"
MSN's playful demeanor vanished. "Fuck," he hissed, fury lighting in his eyes. "Why does that stupid bitch always get in my way?" Everyone knew that Livejournal and MSN couldn't stand each other and this was the perfect opportunity for Livejournal to add to her ever growing pile of blackmail she could use against him.
AIM looked scandalised. "Livejournal-san isn't a bitch! She's..."
"This isn't time for your sycophantic tendencies. Quick, you need to get out of here." MSN threw the curtains open and slid the window up.
"B-but, pants!"
MSN bent down and snatched up AIM's yellow coloured pants (which he had ripped off earlier) and threw them at him, brows knitted together in irritation. "Hurry the fuck up!" he hissed, placing a hand against the door.
AIM scowled, removing his pants from his head. "Don't you dare tell me to hurry up you-"
"MSN-san?" LiveJournal's muffled voice called, followed by a soft knock. "Is AIM-kun in there with you?"
MSN grated his teeth together, motioning with his eyes for AIM to just hurry up out the window. AIM hoisted himself onto the ledge, pants under one arm, and before he jumped, gave MSN the finger. “I hope she kills you.”
Opening the door, MSN gave LiveJournal a look of barely concealed disdain. "Of course not," he drawled, leaning against the doorframe.
"I definitely heard him!" Bebo challenged, frowning. "He was making weird noises and shouting at you!"
"You were hearing things, brat. Shouldn't you be in bed? Bad things happen to kids who stay up too late around here. 4chan might..." MSN leered, baring a lot of teeth. "Get you."
Bebo's eyes became huge and he quickly scooted behind Livejournal, who looked disgusted. "Don't listen to him, Bebo-chan. MSN-san is just being immature and stupid. But you should go back to bed and ask your brother to make you some milk. Go on, be quick."
Bebo brightened at the thought of Facebook-nisan and skipped erratically away.
"How cute," MSN said dryly. "Now, good night and fuck off." He made to shut the door but Livejournal managed to jam her foot in the gap. MSN thought of slamming the door on hard, perhaps break her ankle, but thought better of it. Livejournal knew Systema, a fucking lethal Russian form of martial arts.
"Sooo... weird noises huh?" Livejournal purred, moving her face annoyingly close to his.
MSN sneered, placing a hand on her face and pushing her back. "Didn't you hear me, LJ-chan?" he mocked, a sweet tone in his voice, contrasting against the irritated look on his face. "He was hearing things."
Livejournal smirked, her eyes narrowing. "Of course he was," she affirmed, voice laced with sarcasm, "because you're always so trustworthy, right?"
Grinning, MSN stood on her foot. "Of course~!" he said cheerfully, slamming the door shut as she jumped back, wincing. He locked it immediately and shoved an armchair against it. He had seen her punch holes in walls when she wanted to, so it was best not to take any chances.
MSN smirked when he heard the long string of very unladylike expletives from the other side of the door. 'Serves her right for trying to interfere,' he thought gleefully, pressing his ear to the door and waiting for the clicks of her heels to fade as she limped away. 'Now...'
He looked out the window. "You still alive, my cute AIM-kun?"
A disgruntled voice piped up from the darkness. "Shut the hell up, you bastard. Now let me back in before a moderator finds me and blocks me from the dorms. Again."
"The magic word helps," MSN said, leaning out slightly and resting his cheek on his palm. He admired the way AIM's red hair stood out stark against the darkness and how he managed to look so cute even when he was hissing and spitting like that.
"Uhh, fuck you?"
"Oh, any time AIM-kun." MSN winked lecherously and AIM twitched, face contorting with disgust.
"Just help me up, you dick."
Grinning, MSN lazily leant over the edge slightly, dangling an arm down and wiggling his fingers. "Grab on, AIM-kun~"
AIM eyed the hand suspiciously before tentatively reaching up and taking hold of it. "Ok, pull me up," he grumbled.
MSN reached his other arm down to grab hold of AIM's wrist and then pulled. AIM winced at the stretch in his arm, reaching with his free hand to grab the ledge, hoisting himself up. He grabbed onto MSN's shoulder for leverage and lifted his legs up so that he was sitting on the ledge. "Ah, don't ever make me… do... that…" he started, trailing off as he realised how close he was to MSN. He swallowed, glancing at MSN's hand enclosed around his wrist. "Ah, my wrist, you uh, you-"
"Hm?" MSN murmured. "You want me to let go, AIM-kun?"
"Y-yea."
MSN let go wordlessly, still smirking. AIM let out a relieved sigh, placing his hands against the ledge, about to push off, until MSN took a step forward and placed his hands on either side of his face. "Close your eyes AIM-kun~"
"I-idiot!" AIM hissed, voice shaking. "Stop this or I swear to God I'll- MMPHH!"
AIM struggled, but didn't flail too much in case he fell out of the window and he had enough of falling out of buildings for that evening. (But the idea of dragging the bastard out with him was actually quite tempting.)
"You fucktard," AIM ground out as well as he could, considering he was trying to keep his mouth protected. "W-what, don't, DON'T USE YOUR TONGUE."
MSN took advantage of AIM's indignant squawks and quickly swept his tongue inside AIM's mouth, keeping in mind that at any moment, the red head might bite down if he wasn't enjoying it. MSN had to act fast.
A hand drifted lower, brushing feather-light over AIM's crotch. 'Fuck you indeed,' MSN thought, other hand slipping into AIM's shirt and tracing the line of his waist and the curves of ribs as AIM shivered and whined.
"H-Hey," AIM panted. "We're, we're - nghh - right by the window you know? What if the Administrator -"
"Oh please. As if he'd care. He'd probably enjoy it, actually." MSN's laugh was sleek and slow. He pinched a nipple, making AIM arc back. "Dirty old perv. So how about it, hm?" MSN chuckled next to AIM's ear. "Should we give him a show?" He purred, flicking his tongue against the shell.
AIM's hand fisted the fabric of MSN's shirt at his shoulder, a loud whine escaping his throat. MSN chuckled again, pressing his hand down firmer against AIM's crotch. "Where's that fighting spirit AIM-kun~?"
"A-ah," AIM gasped, looking at MSN through heavy lidded eyes. He released MSN’s shirt and let his hand trail up his neck, threading his fingers through blue hair. "After t-this, I'm going to fucking to kick your ass," he promised, gripping the hair tightly and pulling MSN's face towards his.
MSN's face contorted into an amused leer. "AIM-kun likes it rough, does he?" he cooed, inching his face close until his nose brushed against AIM's. "You really shouldn't tempt me, AIM-kun~," he murmured against the shorter boy's lips.
"I can t-take anything you give me," AIM retorted weakly, eyes slipping closed.
MSN grinned, nipping at AIM's bottom lip, his hand moving against his crotch in light circular motions. "Is that right, hm~?"
AIM’s sharp retort died in his throat when MSN decided to stop fucking around and deftly opened his pants one handed -‘How the crap did he do that?’- and brazenly stuck his hand down -
“Oh!” An unwanted gasp escaped AIM and his traitorous hips jerked forwards. He ran his hand through MSN’s hair, marvelling at its length and silkiness, not that he was ever going to admit that.
“Haha, you’re pretty loud for someone so concerned about being caught.”
That bastard. This would be much better if they weren’t talking. AIM pressed his lips to MSN’s and tried to keep up with MSN’s tongue but was embarrassingly dominated. He wrapped his arms around MSN’s neck and nipped at his ear, running his tongue over the sensitive flesh.
MSN stiffened and a throaty groan escaped him, but was quickly muffled as MSN clamped down on it. However it was too late. AIM had heard it and he grinned victoriously.
The blue haired boy frowned. He had lost the upper hand for just one second and that was unforgivable. He yanked AIM’s trousers and boxers down in one sharp movement and AIM squeaked as the cool air hit his skin.
“H-hey, I -”
“Ooooohhh nice ass, faggots!”
“Show us your tits!”
AIM flushed furiously, scrambling to protect his modesty. MSN sighed, rubbing his temples. Would he ever get laid?
4chan and Dramatica stood below the window, whooping. 4chan’s cigarette glowed red in the dark and Dramatica’s piercings glinted and the both of them had very sharp teeth.
“Why don’t your dropouts go home and play with your lolcats?” MSN sighed, leaning out of the window. “Or stab some more memes to death?”
4chan sneered up in disdain, nudging Dramatica with his elbow. "Che, I'm sure everyone will be interested to know what you two are up to, right?"
Dramatica smirked, nodding. "Yea man, like that Livejournal chick. I'm sure she'll be pretty interested in- OW JESUS FUCK," she cursed, holding his head in agony, "WHAT THE HELL MAN?!"
MSN smirked down at them, tossing and catching a large eraser in one hand. "Here's the deal," he stated, eyes glinting. "If Livejournal finds out anything about this, you two are going to find life very, very difficult from now on, got it?"
"What the hell are you going to do?" 4chan retorted, taking a drag of his cigarette.
Grinning, MSN leaned forward. "Remember Frontpage? My cousin from the other side of the Microsoft family?"
"Yea?" Dramatica muttered, holding her head.
"That was me."
4chan and Dramatica paled. "Y-You wouldn't."
"Try me~"
MSN grinned in satisfaction as the two of them scrambled away. When they were gone, he spun around, flashing AIM a menacing look. "Maybe we should move rooms AIM-kun, hm? Somewhere we won't be interrupted."
AIM's face seemed to be permanently stained red, and he grumbled as he pulled his pants back on, not bothering with his boxers. "No, how about we forget this whole thing, and I can go back to hating you and you can stop being such a perverted asshole- hey, what are you doing?!" he all but screamed as MSN took hold of his arm and began dragging him towards the door.
MSN gave him an innocent look, frowning in a confused manner. "Taking you to my dorm room, AIM-kun, no one will interrupt us there~!"
“What? NO. I’ve had enough of your stupid, pervy ass-chasing and I’m tired and and… and... “ He didn’t want to say that 4chan and Dramatica’s leering pretty much killed any chance of a boner happening that evening. MSN would probably just take that as a challenge. “Seriously, let me go and finish that paper for Professor Google. That shit’s due tomorrow, you know.”
“Oh, I can help you AIM-kun!”
“And by help me, you mean rape me.”
MSN pouted. “Oh come now. Just play with me a little~!”
“Over my dead body.”
“Okay, I understand. But, I want to show you something.”
AIM narrowed his eyes with suspicion. “As long as you’re not going to whip out your dick or something-”
MSN laughed. “Oh of course not. I’m not a sex maniac.” He ignored AIM’s snort of incredulity. “Come on, it’ll take five minutes. Then I’ll let you go. I promise.”
This was tough. AIM didn’t know how trustworthy MSN was. If MSN locked him in his room, then he’d be stuck. And knowing the blue-haired boy, he wouldn’t let AIM go until he had been ‘satisfied’ or something.
Still, it was only five minutes and if it meant that MSN would get off his back for the rest of that evening…
“Fine,” AIM ground out. “Five minutes. Let’s go.”
MSN grinned and AIM was slightly unnerved by how he was immediately reminded of a snake.
As they walked towards MSN's dorm, AIM cast a glance around the east wing of the building in appreciation. It was bigger than the other wings, from the funding Microsoft and Apple pumped into the school to ensure their offspring lived in luxury. He cast a sideways glance at MSN, whose hand still held onto his wrist. "Is it far?"
The taller boy shook his head, a soft smile on his face. "Nope~," he sang quietly, tugging AIM around a sharp corner. A large door stood proudly in front of them and MSN shoved his free hand into his pants pocket and pulled out a key. "Just a minute," fiddling the key around in the lock. He quickly pocketed again and kicked the door open, pushing AIM inside. "It's at the back, AIM-kun~!" he enthused, pushing AIM until they reached another door, made of glass.
‘Just how rich are these guys?’ AIM thought with an irritated twitch, oblivious to his surroundings as MSN pushed him into a medium sized greenhouse. He was brought back to reality when MSN let go of his wrist to walk forwards. "Idiot, what is this place?"
MSN smiled contentedly, holding his hand out. In a manner of seconds, a small, coloured butterfly flew towards him and landed lightly on his finger. "Look around," he murmured. "It's my favourite place."
AIM's eyes widened at his rival's - Were they really still rivals? - complete change in demeanour, but did as he was told nonetheless. He gasped slightly as he finally took in his surroundings; surrounding them were plants, and on them, hundreds of butterflies perched or fluttering around. Oh, he thought in awe, mouth gaping. ’Oh.’
“This is the largest flutter of this kind of butterfly in the country,” MSN said, more softly than AIM could ever imagine him speaking. He held the butterfly close to his face, breathing gently on its jewel coloured wings. “They’re unique, you know? The only kind with non-symmetrical wing designs.” He gently shook his hand and the butterfly flittered away, its blue, green, yellow and red wings shining in the simulated sunlight.
AIM was lost for words, never having seen this quiet, almost thoughtful expression on MSN’s face. He was used to the snarky, lecherous MSN with wandering eyes and hands.
“They don’t live very long,” he continued. “They’re poisonous to birds and other predators and they can’t carry pollen due to their cellular structure, so they don’t really have a place in the ecosystem. It’s as if they only exist to bring beauty into our world.“
Okay, this was weird. This deep, soft-spoken MSN was weird. But AIM didn’t want to say anything and was content to watch the butterflies sweep across the greenhouse.
“Want to see something?”
“Oh, uh, sure.”
MSN grabbed his wrist again - what was with all this wrist grabbing? - and pulled him into the middle of the greenhouse. “Watch,” he said and he knelt down and pressed a button hidden under the foliage.
There was a hiss and water shot upwards from numerous sprinklers and fountains around them. Disturbed by the droplets, the butterflies exploded into movement Hundreds of butterflies swarmed upwards, wings filtering the light and the entire greenhouse became multicoloured, shimmering with rubies and emeralds, topaz and sapphire.
AIM gazed around, laughing with delight. Then he caught sight of MSN’s contented expression. MSN’s mouth was tilted in a small smile, azure eyes following the movement of his butterflies around the room. Then he noticed the pale stretch of neck, the smooth dip in his collar, the way the colours played on his skin…
He blushed and looked away, twitching. He did not just check out MSN.
MSN must have noticed the twitch, and recognised it for what it was, because he wrapped his arms around AIM’s shoulders. “You look flushed. Maybe you should take your t-shirt off.”
“I-idiot!”
UM MORE TO COME, WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT. (SORRY) BUT COMMENTS WOULD BE HUGELY APPRECIATED.
Authors: iamlolweasel and pampered_banter
Warning: Instant messenger boylove. Nothing tooooo explicit though.
SEE, WE EVEN HAVE ICONS.
PIECE 1
Sighing, AIM wrung his hands together as he followed MSN down the halls, an awkward silence hanging over them. He frowned at MSN’s back, his mind racing. He didn’t like this. He hated relying on someone, MSN of all people, but he had been ill the past week, and MSN - his enemy, his rival, his nemesis - had the notes he so desperately needed.
He didn’t trust the boy in front of him, but he pushed his pride to the back of his mind in order to pass Professor Google’s class. AIM let out a relieved sigh when they finally reached the classroom and gave MSN an irritated look when the blue haired boy held the door open for him. “I’m not a woman,” he grumbled, pushing past him.
Smirking, MSN followed him into the classroom, closing the heavy wooden door behind him. “Oh, I can see that AIM-kun~,” MSN purred, raking his eyes over AIM’s back. “Quite well.” The door closed with a heavy thunk of finality, which didn’t sound too good.
“Don’t call me that, idiot,” AIM muttered, turning to face MSN with a blank look. “Well?”
“Ah, the notes.” He sighed, running a hand through his hair and walking forwards.
AIM frowned as MSN closed in on him, taking a step back. “There’s no need for you to be getting so close.”
“No, no,” MSN disagreed, reaching forward to grip AIM’s shirt. “There really is.” He grinned, pushing AIM forcefully to the ground.
The shorter boy let out a started yelp as he fell onto his backside, red hair falling in front of his eyes. “What the fuck, asshole?!” he snarled, trying to get up.
MSN smirked, moving his legs to straddle AIM, a vicious smirk on his face. The look on AIM's face sent a gleeful shiver down his spine. "I didn’t like the way Livejournal was talking to you earlier last week. She’s becoming a little too brazen around you."
“What the hell? We were just talking about work! And why is it any of your business anyway?”
“You’re my business, AIM-kun,” MSN said, shrugging coolly. “Just don’t talk to her again and I’ll let this be.“
AIM narrowed his eyes and lifted his hand weakly, aiming a punch. "Like hell, you bastard."
Cackling, MSN caught his fist. "Haha! So spirited~!"
AIM snarled as he tried to yank his hand back. "Get the hell off of me."
"Oho, but why would I want to do that?" MSN pressed his lips against AIM's hand, keeping his grip on AIM's wrist tight to avoid being punched in the mouth. "You're so cute, AIM-kun."
"J-just because you're more populaaarr..." AIM trailed off as MSN swiped his tongue over the pale skin of his wrist and began to suck at the frantic pulse beneath. "What the hell you bastard-"
Then MSN rolled his hips against his and something undeniable, shameful, sparked in his groin.
AIM's eyes rolled into the back of his head helplessly, his free hand reaching for MSN's shoulder, digging his nails in. "I-" he started, then swallowed and took a deep breath, face contorting, "I still h-hate you."
"Mmm," MSN murmured, grinning. "I wonder about that AIM-kun~" he sang joyfully. He leant down, his grin twisting viciously. "This is pretty intimate after all."
“Ni-san, are you alright?”
A voice from outside made AIM’s heart stop. His eyes widened and he struggled frantically under MSN. "Get off of me you retard. Bebo's outside!"
"So?"
"SO?! He'll fucking see us and tell anyone who listens. And I don't want-"
"Bebo-chan? What's going?"
MSN's playful demeanor vanished. "Fuck," he hissed, fury lighting in his eyes. "Why does that stupid bitch always get in my way?" Everyone knew that Livejournal and MSN couldn't stand each other and this was the perfect opportunity for Livejournal to add to her ever growing pile of blackmail she could use against him.
AIM looked scandalised. "Livejournal-san isn't a bitch! She's..."
"This isn't time for your sycophantic tendencies. Quick, you need to get out of here." MSN threw the curtains open and slid the window up.
"B-but, pants!"
MSN bent down and snatched up AIM's yellow coloured pants (which he had ripped off earlier) and threw them at him, brows knitted together in irritation. "Hurry the fuck up!" he hissed, placing a hand against the door.
AIM scowled, removing his pants from his head. "Don't you dare tell me to hurry up you-"
"MSN-san?" LiveJournal's muffled voice called, followed by a soft knock. "Is AIM-kun in there with you?"
MSN grated his teeth together, motioning with his eyes for AIM to just hurry up out the window. AIM hoisted himself onto the ledge, pants under one arm, and before he jumped, gave MSN the finger. “I hope she kills you.”
Opening the door, MSN gave LiveJournal a look of barely concealed disdain. "Of course not," he drawled, leaning against the doorframe.
"I definitely heard him!" Bebo challenged, frowning. "He was making weird noises and shouting at you!"
"You were hearing things, brat. Shouldn't you be in bed? Bad things happen to kids who stay up too late around here. 4chan might..." MSN leered, baring a lot of teeth. "Get you."
Bebo's eyes became huge and he quickly scooted behind Livejournal, who looked disgusted. "Don't listen to him, Bebo-chan. MSN-san is just being immature and stupid. But you should go back to bed and ask your brother to make you some milk. Go on, be quick."
Bebo brightened at the thought of Facebook-nisan and skipped erratically away.
"How cute," MSN said dryly. "Now, good night and fuck off." He made to shut the door but Livejournal managed to jam her foot in the gap. MSN thought of slamming the door on hard, perhaps break her ankle, but thought better of it. Livejournal knew Systema, a fucking lethal Russian form of martial arts.
"Sooo... weird noises huh?" Livejournal purred, moving her face annoyingly close to his.
MSN sneered, placing a hand on her face and pushing her back. "Didn't you hear me, LJ-chan?" he mocked, a sweet tone in his voice, contrasting against the irritated look on his face. "He was hearing things."
Livejournal smirked, her eyes narrowing. "Of course he was," she affirmed, voice laced with sarcasm, "because you're always so trustworthy, right?"
Grinning, MSN stood on her foot. "Of course~!" he said cheerfully, slamming the door shut as she jumped back, wincing. He locked it immediately and shoved an armchair against it. He had seen her punch holes in walls when she wanted to, so it was best not to take any chances.
MSN smirked when he heard the long string of very unladylike expletives from the other side of the door. 'Serves her right for trying to interfere,' he thought gleefully, pressing his ear to the door and waiting for the clicks of her heels to fade as she limped away. 'Now...'
He looked out the window. "You still alive, my cute AIM-kun?"
A disgruntled voice piped up from the darkness. "Shut the hell up, you bastard. Now let me back in before a moderator finds me and blocks me from the dorms. Again."
"The magic word helps," MSN said, leaning out slightly and resting his cheek on his palm. He admired the way AIM's red hair stood out stark against the darkness and how he managed to look so cute even when he was hissing and spitting like that.
"Uhh, fuck you?"
"Oh, any time AIM-kun." MSN winked lecherously and AIM twitched, face contorting with disgust.
"Just help me up, you dick."
Grinning, MSN lazily leant over the edge slightly, dangling an arm down and wiggling his fingers. "Grab on, AIM-kun~"
AIM eyed the hand suspiciously before tentatively reaching up and taking hold of it. "Ok, pull me up," he grumbled.
MSN reached his other arm down to grab hold of AIM's wrist and then pulled. AIM winced at the stretch in his arm, reaching with his free hand to grab the ledge, hoisting himself up. He grabbed onto MSN's shoulder for leverage and lifted his legs up so that he was sitting on the ledge. "Ah, don't ever make me… do... that…" he started, trailing off as he realised how close he was to MSN. He swallowed, glancing at MSN's hand enclosed around his wrist. "Ah, my wrist, you uh, you-"
"Hm?" MSN murmured. "You want me to let go, AIM-kun?"
"Y-yea."
MSN let go wordlessly, still smirking. AIM let out a relieved sigh, placing his hands against the ledge, about to push off, until MSN took a step forward and placed his hands on either side of his face. "Close your eyes AIM-kun~"
"I-idiot!" AIM hissed, voice shaking. "Stop this or I swear to God I'll- MMPHH!"
AIM struggled, but didn't flail too much in case he fell out of the window and he had enough of falling out of buildings for that evening. (But the idea of dragging the bastard out with him was actually quite tempting.)
"You fucktard," AIM ground out as well as he could, considering he was trying to keep his mouth protected. "W-what, don't, DON'T USE YOUR TONGUE."
MSN took advantage of AIM's indignant squawks and quickly swept his tongue inside AIM's mouth, keeping in mind that at any moment, the red head might bite down if he wasn't enjoying it. MSN had to act fast.
A hand drifted lower, brushing feather-light over AIM's crotch. 'Fuck you indeed,' MSN thought, other hand slipping into AIM's shirt and tracing the line of his waist and the curves of ribs as AIM shivered and whined.
"H-Hey," AIM panted. "We're, we're - nghh - right by the window you know? What if the Administrator -"
"Oh please. As if he'd care. He'd probably enjoy it, actually." MSN's laugh was sleek and slow. He pinched a nipple, making AIM arc back. "Dirty old perv. So how about it, hm?" MSN chuckled next to AIM's ear. "Should we give him a show?" He purred, flicking his tongue against the shell.
AIM's hand fisted the fabric of MSN's shirt at his shoulder, a loud whine escaping his throat. MSN chuckled again, pressing his hand down firmer against AIM's crotch. "Where's that fighting spirit AIM-kun~?"
"A-ah," AIM gasped, looking at MSN through heavy lidded eyes. He released MSN’s shirt and let his hand trail up his neck, threading his fingers through blue hair. "After t-this, I'm going to fucking to kick your ass," he promised, gripping the hair tightly and pulling MSN's face towards his.
MSN's face contorted into an amused leer. "AIM-kun likes it rough, does he?" he cooed, inching his face close until his nose brushed against AIM's. "You really shouldn't tempt me, AIM-kun~," he murmured against the shorter boy's lips.
"I can t-take anything you give me," AIM retorted weakly, eyes slipping closed.
MSN grinned, nipping at AIM's bottom lip, his hand moving against his crotch in light circular motions. "Is that right, hm~?"
AIM’s sharp retort died in his throat when MSN decided to stop fucking around and deftly opened his pants one handed -‘How the crap did he do that?’- and brazenly stuck his hand down -
“Oh!” An unwanted gasp escaped AIM and his traitorous hips jerked forwards. He ran his hand through MSN’s hair, marvelling at its length and silkiness, not that he was ever going to admit that.
“Haha, you’re pretty loud for someone so concerned about being caught.”
That bastard. This would be much better if they weren’t talking. AIM pressed his lips to MSN’s and tried to keep up with MSN’s tongue but was embarrassingly dominated. He wrapped his arms around MSN’s neck and nipped at his ear, running his tongue over the sensitive flesh.
MSN stiffened and a throaty groan escaped him, but was quickly muffled as MSN clamped down on it. However it was too late. AIM had heard it and he grinned victoriously.
The blue haired boy frowned. He had lost the upper hand for just one second and that was unforgivable. He yanked AIM’s trousers and boxers down in one sharp movement and AIM squeaked as the cool air hit his skin.
“H-hey, I -”
“Ooooohhh nice ass, faggots!”
“Show us your tits!”
AIM flushed furiously, scrambling to protect his modesty. MSN sighed, rubbing his temples. Would he ever get laid?
4chan and Dramatica stood below the window, whooping. 4chan’s cigarette glowed red in the dark and Dramatica’s piercings glinted and the both of them had very sharp teeth.
“Why don’t your dropouts go home and play with your lolcats?” MSN sighed, leaning out of the window. “Or stab some more memes to death?”
4chan sneered up in disdain, nudging Dramatica with his elbow. "Che, I'm sure everyone will be interested to know what you two are up to, right?"
Dramatica smirked, nodding. "Yea man, like that Livejournal chick. I'm sure she'll be pretty interested in- OW JESUS FUCK," she cursed, holding his head in agony, "WHAT THE HELL MAN?!"
MSN smirked down at them, tossing and catching a large eraser in one hand. "Here's the deal," he stated, eyes glinting. "If Livejournal finds out anything about this, you two are going to find life very, very difficult from now on, got it?"
"What the hell are you going to do?" 4chan retorted, taking a drag of his cigarette.
Grinning, MSN leaned forward. "Remember Frontpage? My cousin from the other side of the Microsoft family?"
"Yea?" Dramatica muttered, holding her head.
"That was me."
4chan and Dramatica paled. "Y-You wouldn't."
"Try me~"
MSN grinned in satisfaction as the two of them scrambled away. When they were gone, he spun around, flashing AIM a menacing look. "Maybe we should move rooms AIM-kun, hm? Somewhere we won't be interrupted."
AIM's face seemed to be permanently stained red, and he grumbled as he pulled his pants back on, not bothering with his boxers. "No, how about we forget this whole thing, and I can go back to hating you and you can stop being such a perverted asshole- hey, what are you doing?!" he all but screamed as MSN took hold of his arm and began dragging him towards the door.
MSN gave him an innocent look, frowning in a confused manner. "Taking you to my dorm room, AIM-kun, no one will interrupt us there~!"
“What? NO. I’ve had enough of your stupid, pervy ass-chasing and I’m tired and and… and... “ He didn’t want to say that 4chan and Dramatica’s leering pretty much killed any chance of a boner happening that evening. MSN would probably just take that as a challenge. “Seriously, let me go and finish that paper for Professor Google. That shit’s due tomorrow, you know.”
“Oh, I can help you AIM-kun!”
“And by help me, you mean rape me.”
MSN pouted. “Oh come now. Just play with me a little~!”
“Over my dead body.”
“Okay, I understand. But, I want to show you something.”
AIM narrowed his eyes with suspicion. “As long as you’re not going to whip out your dick or something-”
MSN laughed. “Oh of course not. I’m not a sex maniac.” He ignored AIM’s snort of incredulity. “Come on, it’ll take five minutes. Then I’ll let you go. I promise.”
This was tough. AIM didn’t know how trustworthy MSN was. If MSN locked him in his room, then he’d be stuck. And knowing the blue-haired boy, he wouldn’t let AIM go until he had been ‘satisfied’ or something.
Still, it was only five minutes and if it meant that MSN would get off his back for the rest of that evening…
“Fine,” AIM ground out. “Five minutes. Let’s go.”
MSN grinned and AIM was slightly unnerved by how he was immediately reminded of a snake.
As they walked towards MSN's dorm, AIM cast a glance around the east wing of the building in appreciation. It was bigger than the other wings, from the funding Microsoft and Apple pumped into the school to ensure their offspring lived in luxury. He cast a sideways glance at MSN, whose hand still held onto his wrist. "Is it far?"
The taller boy shook his head, a soft smile on his face. "Nope~," he sang quietly, tugging AIM around a sharp corner. A large door stood proudly in front of them and MSN shoved his free hand into his pants pocket and pulled out a key. "Just a minute," fiddling the key around in the lock. He quickly pocketed again and kicked the door open, pushing AIM inside. "It's at the back, AIM-kun~!" he enthused, pushing AIM until they reached another door, made of glass.
‘Just how rich are these guys?’ AIM thought with an irritated twitch, oblivious to his surroundings as MSN pushed him into a medium sized greenhouse. He was brought back to reality when MSN let go of his wrist to walk forwards. "Idiot, what is this place?"
MSN smiled contentedly, holding his hand out. In a manner of seconds, a small, coloured butterfly flew towards him and landed lightly on his finger. "Look around," he murmured. "It's my favourite place."
AIM's eyes widened at his rival's - Were they really still rivals? - complete change in demeanour, but did as he was told nonetheless. He gasped slightly as he finally took in his surroundings; surrounding them were plants, and on them, hundreds of butterflies perched or fluttering around. Oh, he thought in awe, mouth gaping. ’Oh.’
“This is the largest flutter of this kind of butterfly in the country,” MSN said, more softly than AIM could ever imagine him speaking. He held the butterfly close to his face, breathing gently on its jewel coloured wings. “They’re unique, you know? The only kind with non-symmetrical wing designs.” He gently shook his hand and the butterfly flittered away, its blue, green, yellow and red wings shining in the simulated sunlight.
AIM was lost for words, never having seen this quiet, almost thoughtful expression on MSN’s face. He was used to the snarky, lecherous MSN with wandering eyes and hands.
“They don’t live very long,” he continued. “They’re poisonous to birds and other predators and they can’t carry pollen due to their cellular structure, so they don’t really have a place in the ecosystem. It’s as if they only exist to bring beauty into our world.“
Okay, this was weird. This deep, soft-spoken MSN was weird. But AIM didn’t want to say anything and was content to watch the butterflies sweep across the greenhouse.
“Want to see something?”
“Oh, uh, sure.”
MSN grabbed his wrist again - what was with all this wrist grabbing? - and pulled him into the middle of the greenhouse. “Watch,” he said and he knelt down and pressed a button hidden under the foliage.
There was a hiss and water shot upwards from numerous sprinklers and fountains around them. Disturbed by the droplets, the butterflies exploded into movement Hundreds of butterflies swarmed upwards, wings filtering the light and the entire greenhouse became multicoloured, shimmering with rubies and emeralds, topaz and sapphire.
AIM gazed around, laughing with delight. Then he caught sight of MSN’s contented expression. MSN’s mouth was tilted in a small smile, azure eyes following the movement of his butterflies around the room. Then he noticed the pale stretch of neck, the smooth dip in his collar, the way the colours played on his skin…
He blushed and looked away, twitching. He did not just check out MSN.
MSN must have noticed the twitch, and recognised it for what it was, because he wrapped his arms around AIM’s shoulders. “You look flushed. Maybe you should take your t-shirt off.”
“I-idiot!”
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