[Rave] Who What Your What Again?!
Title: Who What Your What Again?!
Fandom: Rave
Pairing: Lucia/Haru, Shuda/Sieg... or was it Sieg/Shuda???!!
Warning: Mentioned sex, and Sieg being just plain scary.
A/N: I don’t know what came over me. I just… had to write it. The plot bunny is frying my brain! D8 The entire story is on crack!
Word Count: 1064
Who What Your What Again?!
Haru blushed at the sight offered to him. It’s not like he’s complaining, but it’s just that… isn’t this a bit too…
“Well? Don’t you like it?”
Haru flinched at the voice behind him. He didn’t have a dislike at it. That also means he didn’t like it. It’s just… too bizarre. And un-Lucia-ish.
What was in front of him is their room, only it doesn’t look quite much like a bedroom. ‘It looked more like one of those rooms in those professional brothels.’ Haru thought to himself. What’s the occasion anyway?
“Lucia…”
“Don’t ask.” The blond said, silencing the other with a kiss as he leads Haru into their bedroom that smells heavily of rose, and practically littered all over with rose petals.
[x][x][x]
Sieg glared at the newspaper and the bunch of wanted posters that comes along with it. The caption of his lover is a great stand-out from all those black letters that covers the newspapers. Twice already had Shuda appeared in the newspaper in a week, and both news aren’t even connected-except for the crime of assassination.
“Seriously, Shuda, you must stop taking such jobs.” He said, turning the page, legs propped on the other arm of the couch. Behind him, Shuda just shrugged while taking off his short.
“But don’t you feel proud to have your boyfriend’s name in world news?”
“Not as a mass murderer!” the blunette exclaimed in a rather loud voice. He puffed and folded the stack of papers before throwing it at the other’s head. A yelp was heard when it landed on the back of the redhead’s head. “I greatly insist that you quit such business before I decide to throw you out of this roof. And you know where those moneys you earned goes.”
Another cry of pain was emitted by the redhead when Sieg threw him a square pillow that he was leaning on. The night continues on as Shuda tries to evade items that’re being thrown at him while looking for a good hiding place.
Such is the life between two.
[x][x][x]
Haru was a neat freak, and is still is. Thinking of such thoughts, of how the dust bunnies are probably loitering under their bed or the smell of sex is quite blanching can help in reducing the building orgasm.
‘Think of bunnies… Think of cute bunnies … Think of dust bunnies humping-‘
“OHMYGOD.”
His scream had definitely ruined the entire mood. Lucia stared him rather dumbfoundly, while Haru panted while wiping the sweat that had formed on his forehead. The blonde couldn’t bring himself to voice out his question.
Haru gulped and ignored the look. Dust bunnies humping… Gods, he shuddered before hiding his face in the crook of Lucia’s neck and caused the other to blink. “Make them go away…” The younger of the two whispered, as if he had the worst nightmare of his entire life. Lucia blinked even more, and decided that it is best for his health to keep their position until morning comes, since the other boy had taken it to his liberties to lie down and sleep. He also took a mental note to ask Haru what flashed the boy that he forgot they were having sex.
[x][x][x][x][x]
Shuda is never afraid of life. He isn’t afraid of death either. He’s only afraid of Sieg, Iulius, and probably, Gale.
He’s afraid of Gale because the other can beat him real bad, making him stay in the hospital for a month. (Even if he would’ve leave the place immediately.)
He’s afraid of Iulius because the guy is a freak, in another sense (Whatever the sense is…). The guy is obsessed with his looks, though Shuda has to admit he had once been attracted to the other, with all those fire and ice thing. Sadly, his meeting with Sieg had prevented him in creating more intimate relationship with the beauty… king. The last time he was able to talk to the guy without a death warrant was during the later part of his travel with Haru.
But what Shuda is afraid of most in his entire life is Sieg. When he first met the guy, he thought life would be just the same. Sadly, he was mistaken. Upon locking of eyes, the other made him feel like he was branded on the ass like a pig. That hurts his manly pride but Shuda didn’t let it stop him. He paid a heavy price at the end though. Ever since then, he does not want any relation to bondage unless he’s the one in control.
Aside from the blunette being life-threatening, Shuda is also afraid-and somehow, amazed-on the throwing skills of the other, his agility and dexterity. He knows that it is important to a mage to know how to aim, since they’re always firing magic. He also knows that Sieg is the best when it comes to aiming thunder or fire or wind or whatever elements he’s in control. What he doesn’t know, and probably will never know is how Sieg can manage perfect aims using non-magical items at him or his head without even trying. In the end, he had come to the conclusion that maybe, maybe, Shuda has a magnet on his head that attracts anything the other had touched.
“Get your arse over here this instance, Shuda!”
He quickly grabbed the nearest thing to him and used it as cover-the freezer’s door. But something hard, akin to a jar had landed in somewhere that had sent him biting his lower lip to prevent from screaming in pain. His knees buckled, and soon, he’s sitting on his knees in the kitchen floor, the jar of jam settled in between his ass like a hen incubating its eggs.
Blood had left most of his entire body but when a shadow loomed over him, he didn’t need to look up as his soul left his body. He could have sworn hitodamas had appeared all around him.
“You have been very bad, Shuda…” He could hear the other croon. He also does not want to know what the other has in his hands. The sound of leather coming in contact with a palm isn’t quite comforting.
And so, night turns to midnight. For Shuda, it’s life as a living nightmare turning to life in the cruelest circle of Hell.
‘I shouldn’t have trusted King and his lousy predictions…’
END
Fandom: Rave
Pairing: Lucia/Haru, Shuda/Sieg... or was it Sieg/Shuda???!!
Warning: Mentioned sex, and Sieg being just plain scary.
A/N: I don’t know what came over me. I just… had to write it. The plot bunny is frying my brain! D8 The entire story is on crack!
Word Count: 1064
Who What Your What Again?!
Haru blushed at the sight offered to him. It’s not like he’s complaining, but it’s just that… isn’t this a bit too…
“Well? Don’t you like it?”
Haru flinched at the voice behind him. He didn’t have a dislike at it. That also means he didn’t like it. It’s just… too bizarre. And un-Lucia-ish.
What was in front of him is their room, only it doesn’t look quite much like a bedroom. ‘It looked more like one of those rooms in those professional brothels.’ Haru thought to himself. What’s the occasion anyway?
“Lucia…”
“Don’t ask.” The blond said, silencing the other with a kiss as he leads Haru into their bedroom that smells heavily of rose, and practically littered all over with rose petals.
[x][x][x]
Sieg glared at the newspaper and the bunch of wanted posters that comes along with it. The caption of his lover is a great stand-out from all those black letters that covers the newspapers. Twice already had Shuda appeared in the newspaper in a week, and both news aren’t even connected-except for the crime of assassination.
“Seriously, Shuda, you must stop taking such jobs.” He said, turning the page, legs propped on the other arm of the couch. Behind him, Shuda just shrugged while taking off his short.
“But don’t you feel proud to have your boyfriend’s name in world news?”
“Not as a mass murderer!” the blunette exclaimed in a rather loud voice. He puffed and folded the stack of papers before throwing it at the other’s head. A yelp was heard when it landed on the back of the redhead’s head. “I greatly insist that you quit such business before I decide to throw you out of this roof. And you know where those moneys you earned goes.”
Another cry of pain was emitted by the redhead when Sieg threw him a square pillow that he was leaning on. The night continues on as Shuda tries to evade items that’re being thrown at him while looking for a good hiding place.
Such is the life between two.
[x][x][x]
Haru was a neat freak, and is still is. Thinking of such thoughts, of how the dust bunnies are probably loitering under their bed or the smell of sex is quite blanching can help in reducing the building orgasm.
‘Think of bunnies… Think of cute bunnies … Think of dust bunnies humping-‘
“OHMYGOD.”
His scream had definitely ruined the entire mood. Lucia stared him rather dumbfoundly, while Haru panted while wiping the sweat that had formed on his forehead. The blonde couldn’t bring himself to voice out his question.
Haru gulped and ignored the look. Dust bunnies humping… Gods, he shuddered before hiding his face in the crook of Lucia’s neck and caused the other to blink. “Make them go away…” The younger of the two whispered, as if he had the worst nightmare of his entire life. Lucia blinked even more, and decided that it is best for his health to keep their position until morning comes, since the other boy had taken it to his liberties to lie down and sleep. He also took a mental note to ask Haru what flashed the boy that he forgot they were having sex.
[x][x][x][x][x]
Shuda is never afraid of life. He isn’t afraid of death either. He’s only afraid of Sieg, Iulius, and probably, Gale.
He’s afraid of Gale because the other can beat him real bad, making him stay in the hospital for a month. (Even if he would’ve leave the place immediately.)
He’s afraid of Iulius because the guy is a freak, in another sense (Whatever the sense is…). The guy is obsessed with his looks, though Shuda has to admit he had once been attracted to the other, with all those fire and ice thing. Sadly, his meeting with Sieg had prevented him in creating more intimate relationship with the beauty… king. The last time he was able to talk to the guy without a death warrant was during the later part of his travel with Haru.
But what Shuda is afraid of most in his entire life is Sieg. When he first met the guy, he thought life would be just the same. Sadly, he was mistaken. Upon locking of eyes, the other made him feel like he was branded on the ass like a pig. That hurts his manly pride but Shuda didn’t let it stop him. He paid a heavy price at the end though. Ever since then, he does not want any relation to bondage unless he’s the one in control.
Aside from the blunette being life-threatening, Shuda is also afraid-and somehow, amazed-on the throwing skills of the other, his agility and dexterity. He knows that it is important to a mage to know how to aim, since they’re always firing magic. He also knows that Sieg is the best when it comes to aiming thunder or fire or wind or whatever elements he’s in control. What he doesn’t know, and probably will never know is how Sieg can manage perfect aims using non-magical items at him or his head without even trying. In the end, he had come to the conclusion that maybe, maybe, Shuda has a magnet on his head that attracts anything the other had touched.
“Get your arse over here this instance, Shuda!”
He quickly grabbed the nearest thing to him and used it as cover-the freezer’s door. But something hard, akin to a jar had landed in somewhere that had sent him biting his lower lip to prevent from screaming in pain. His knees buckled, and soon, he’s sitting on his knees in the kitchen floor, the jar of jam settled in between his ass like a hen incubating its eggs.
Blood had left most of his entire body but when a shadow loomed over him, he didn’t need to look up as his soul left his body. He could have sworn hitodamas had appeared all around him.
“You have been very bad, Shuda…” He could hear the other croon. He also does not want to know what the other has in his hands. The sound of leather coming in contact with a palm isn’t quite comforting.
And so, night turns to midnight. For Shuda, it’s life as a living nightmare turning to life in the cruelest circle of Hell.
‘I shouldn’t have trusted King and his lousy predictions…’
END