[One Piece] Wrong Species
Mr English language and I have resumed our torrid love affair. I finished flirting with Madame French Language and Japanese Language-san and I am consequently having Mr English Language's misshapen, hideous word babies.
Title: Wrong Species
Topic: "Sex Pollen" - Very, very curious choice for a yaoi100 topic but nevertheless gave me an idea O.o;
Rating: R
Word Count: 297 (But I will soon replace this version with the uncut, extended version that contains added Smex...God that word makes me giggle XD )
Pairing: Kaku/Jyabura
"This is why I told you not to come any fucking closer!"
Kaku grabbed a handful of Jyabura’s hair, pulled one leg up and around his waist and thrust his tongue between Jyabura’s parted lips.
"I’m terribly sorry, I - mmph - haven’t a clue what’s come over me all of a sudden. And you for that matter."
Jyabura’s hands had prised open Kaku’s tracksuit top and were dancing feverishly across his chest.
"You just wouldn’t fucking listen would you - aahhh, damn herbivore! You wait until this stuff wears off and then we’ll see how much use those extra 20 douriki of yours are then."
"Until what wears off?"
"The tree, the pollen - nnnnn!"
He indicated a tendrilous blossoming shrub, upended in a hole and half-covered in soil. Kaku had seen him frantically scooping dirt over it as he’d entered the natty little oriental garden but just assumed the wolf had severely succumbed to one of his episodes of instinctive canine burying and marched straight over to relay a particularly whinging message from Spandam.
"Sorry - what?"
"It’s the pollen! It’s meant to attract women, only I got the wrong fucking species! I got the one that attracts men and makes them…"
"I see."
Finally the two of them managed to writhe, grope and roll their way out from under the radius of pollen given off by the shrub, a moment that came not a moment too soon for Jyabura whose desperate delusion that Kaku’s nose had been jabbing him in the hip was about to disintegrate.
"But…" Kaku said tentatively, "How then did you realise your mistake?"
Jyabura suddenly dropped the fists aimed at Kaku’s head, paled, and grimaced as if caught in the throes of some terrifyingly foul reminiscence.
"Earlier, Fukurou came in to talk to me and…"
Title: Wrong Species
Topic: "Sex Pollen" - Very, very curious choice for a yaoi100 topic but nevertheless gave me an idea O.o;
Rating: R
Word Count: 297 (But I will soon replace this version with the uncut, extended version that contains added Smex...God that word makes me giggle XD )
Pairing: Kaku/Jyabura
"This is why I told you not to come any fucking closer!"
Kaku grabbed a handful of Jyabura’s hair, pulled one leg up and around his waist and thrust his tongue between Jyabura’s parted lips.
"I’m terribly sorry, I - mmph - haven’t a clue what’s come over me all of a sudden. And you for that matter."
Jyabura’s hands had prised open Kaku’s tracksuit top and were dancing feverishly across his chest.
"You just wouldn’t fucking listen would you - aahhh, damn herbivore! You wait until this stuff wears off and then we’ll see how much use those extra 20 douriki of yours are then."
"Until what wears off?"
"The tree, the pollen - nnnnn!"
He indicated a tendrilous blossoming shrub, upended in a hole and half-covered in soil. Kaku had seen him frantically scooping dirt over it as he’d entered the natty little oriental garden but just assumed the wolf had severely succumbed to one of his episodes of instinctive canine burying and marched straight over to relay a particularly whinging message from Spandam.
"Sorry - what?"
"It’s the pollen! It’s meant to attract women, only I got the wrong fucking species! I got the one that attracts men and makes them…"
"I see."
Finally the two of them managed to writhe, grope and roll their way out from under the radius of pollen given off by the shrub, a moment that came not a moment too soon for Jyabura whose desperate delusion that Kaku’s nose had been jabbing him in the hip was about to disintegrate.
"But…" Kaku said tentatively, "How then did you realise your mistake?"
Jyabura suddenly dropped the fists aimed at Kaku’s head, paled, and grimaced as if caught in the throes of some terrifyingly foul reminiscence.
"Earlier, Fukurou came in to talk to me and…"