Bored; a fanfiction
Title : Bored
Fandom : Kamen Rider Kiva
Warning : Um, BL ensues. DON'T LIKE, DON'T READ. *glaaaares*
To
amamiyarin, you totally saw this coming. IT'S YOUR FAULT! *cries at my Support Monsters uncolored fanart* Sorry because this just SUCKS. *goes to bury herself in a hole*
Bored
"Ne, ne, ne."
Jirou's hand stopped rather abruptly just above the pant's waistline, the tip of his pointing finger already sneaking in and touching the tanned skin beneath the crisp white shirt. No, he didn't just hear that. Not when he was just getting a little bit of fun in the boring years inside Castle Dran. Not when he could still feel the warm breath hovering just an inch away from his skin.
"Jirou-sa~n!"
Jirou inwardly groaned, "Not now, Ramon."
"Ne, ne." The werewolf should have known better. Nobody could stop a merman kid from getting what he wanted. "What are you doing?"
He had to resist the sudden urge to roll his eyes at that. "We're... um, trying to find something to do."
"Is it a game? Is it fun? Of course it's fun! You've been giggling for a while. Riki-san must be at the losing part, yes?"
"Eh?" The frankenstein monster emitted the first sound at Ramon, suddenly feeling all too self-conscious and realizing that he was sitting on top of his tuxedo. "What do you mean I'm losing?"
"Well, you must be losing because you're being pinned down by Jirou-san."
Riki looked at Jirou, half glaring. The werewolf only rolled his eyes. But then he turned to Ramon and asked, "This is fun, you know. Wanna join?"
Ramon squealed happily, Riki had to give an exasperated sigh, and Jirou smirked.
Yes, it might not be so boring after all.
o.wa.ri.
_end_
Icha out!
Fandom : Kamen Rider Kiva
Warning : Um, BL ensues. DON'T LIKE, DON'T READ. *glaaaares*
To
amamiyarin, you totally saw this coming. IT'S YOUR FAULT! *cries at my Support Monsters uncolored fanart* Sorry because this just SUCKS. *goes to bury herself in a hole*
Bored
"Ne, ne, ne."
Jirou's hand stopped rather abruptly just above the pant's waistline, the tip of his pointing finger already sneaking in and touching the tanned skin beneath the crisp white shirt. No, he didn't just hear that. Not when he was just getting a little bit of fun in the boring years inside Castle Dran. Not when he could still feel the warm breath hovering just an inch away from his skin.
"Jirou-sa~n!"
Jirou inwardly groaned, "Not now, Ramon."
"Ne, ne." The werewolf should have known better. Nobody could stop a merman kid from getting what he wanted. "What are you doing?"
He had to resist the sudden urge to roll his eyes at that. "We're... um, trying to find something to do."
"Is it a game? Is it fun? Of course it's fun! You've been giggling for a while. Riki-san must be at the losing part, yes?"
"Eh?" The frankenstein monster emitted the first sound at Ramon, suddenly feeling all too self-conscious and realizing that he was sitting on top of his tuxedo. "What do you mean I'm losing?"
"Well, you must be losing because you're being pinned down by Jirou-san."
Riki looked at Jirou, half glaring. The werewolf only rolled his eyes. But then he turned to Ramon and asked, "This is fun, you know. Wanna join?"
Ramon squealed happily, Riki had to give an exasperated sigh, and Jirou smirked.
Yes, it might not be so boring after all.
o.wa.ri.
_end_
Icha out!