31. Night

Jan 27, 2008 00:19

BlackJack and Ket challenged me to write a Bailshipping threesome using 31, night. However, Yamato and Kosaburou quickly objected to that once I started writing, so here is our compromise.


"They always use night to symbolize depression and bad things," Yamato stopped to stare at her pale reflection in the window of a closed store. "But I think that I like the night more than the day time, because at least when it's night I can hide."

Kosaburou stopped and flexed his muscles in the make-shift mirror. "I like night 'cause it fits my personality better."

"How can you be so confident about your manhood when you've just spent the past hour sucking your boss off?" Yamato asked crossly, wishing she were as confident. "Don't you feel immasculated?"

"Why, should I?" Kosaburou admired his biceps. "Guys have been drinking the semen of stronger men for centuries to become more powerful."

"I don't think it works that way." Yamato smoothed her hair down.

"Sure it does. And peanut butter is good for testosterone levels, too."

"Where do you find these things out?"

"Medical journals." Kosaburou made a wrestling pose. "Yamato, who tastes better? Me or the Boss?"

"You."

"Why is that, do you think?"

"You don't drink as much as he does. Or smoke cigars as much as-- well, ever, actually. And you eat a lot more fruits and vegetables."

"Don't forget the peanut butter."

"Sure, the peanut butter probably helps a little." Yamato examined her clothes. "Oh, damn it! How did I get stuff on this outfit? I wasn't even wearing it when either of you finished."

"You know that stuff stains, right?"

Yamato pinched the bridge of her nose. "Let's just go home and celebrate our promotion. I'll just buy a new outfit with the extra money we make now."

"Can I buy a home gym if we make a lot of extra money?"

"No."

"Just a little one?"

"No."

"Then..." Kosaburou picked up Yamato. "I'll just have to carry you home with my newly acquired strength." He grunted in a manly fashion.

Yamato shrugged and managed not to smile too much. If he wanted to carry her back to the apartment, she wasn't going to argue. She rested her head on his shoulder and enjoyed the ride.

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