gift for bob_the_trout Untitled; Bob/Souta's Fish; PG-13
Gift for: bob_the_trout
Title: --
Author: snufkin_lvr
Rating: PG-13 or maybe PG-15
Fandom:
Pairing: Bob the Clue Trout/Aoyama Souta's blowfish
Warnings: Aside from the pairing, none.
Notes: This was a bit of an odd challenge... but I hope this was what you wanted! And Souta-san, I'm just getting a little harmless revenge.
Bob the Clue Trout had a confession to make -- he was lusting after Aoyama Souta's blowfish.
If you were a fish too, you would understand. The two blowfish were gorgeous, precious, and most of all, energetic and youthful. They had a dangerous lure for once you fell for them, you would not be able to get them off your mind.
Souta, of course, was a prime example of a victim of their charm. But Bob the Clue Trout certainly had more backbone than him and was determined to get what he wanted.
So after making a phone call to Souta's manager and convincing the clearly half-awake man to give Bob Souta's address, Bob headed off to his destination.
Bob soon found that Tokyo was filled with uneducated people. Well, he already knew some people were, but he would not have imagined such a large number. The stares and pointed fingers he got were innumerable. Humans sure were clueless.
But after encountering several life-threatening situations on his way, Bob arrived at Souta's apartment. At first, he was surprised to find that the door was unlocked, but this was Souta he was dealing with. After opening the doorknob with his fin as quietly as possible, Bob heard voices coming from within. However, it was clear that two men were moaning, one voice rising in volume above the other, and Bob heard a very distinct “Oh, Kime!”
Needless to say, Souta was a bit preoccupied. This was going to be easier than Bob thought.
Flopping along as quietly as he could, Bob looked around for the precious fish tank Souta kept his “children” in. It ended up that he had no choice but to pass by what he assumed to be Souta's bedroom.
But what he saw cannot be fully repeated. It sent chills down his spine and he had desperately wished he had never looked through the small open space between the door and the doorframe. The fact that the man above Souta said, “You like it when I use the rope, don't you,” only begins to describe the horror.
However, Bob did manage to make it to the room down at the end of the hallway alive. Centered and placed near the top of the door was a little rectangular plate made of wood with Japanese characters engraved in it. It looked homemade and Bob figured it must have said something mushy like “My Children,” or “My Beloved Fish.”
Bob then gently nudged the door open and the fruits of his labors were realized. There it was! The fish tank! In his joy, Bob nearly forgot to close the door behind himself as he flopped over.
Oh, they were so cute -- just as he had remembered them to be -- with their tiny little fins, their pink lips, and their round, questioning eyes... Bob definitely liked what he saw. However, Souta's little blowfish were rather shy and quickly hid themselves behind one of the homemade clay structures in their large tank.
Bob sighed. Younger fish were really a pain to deal with sometimes. Surely, they deserved a thwapping.
Bob was determined to give them that soon, however.
Fortunately, just before Bob was about to try to coax them out, the two fish peeked out at him. One pouted slightly while the other glared. It was rather obvious which one was accustomed to topping.
Bob decided right then that he needed to get in there. It had been a long journey and being so close to his goal was making his resolve start to crumble. He flopped up once, then twice to gain enough height and thwapped the lid of the tank with just enough force to flip it open. When he fell to the floor again, Bob jumped up once more, this time into the tank, causing a large splash and forcing a rather liberal amount of water to spill out. The tank was a bit snug but it was doable.
Souta's fish reacted violently to the disruption of their home and swam together in a fit, flapping their fins erratically and ending up hiding in a small tunnel structure.
But Bob was determined. He waited as patiently as he could manage; after all, these fish would not be able to resist his undeniable magnetism for long. A few minutes later, the little blowfish that had been glaring at him earlier swam out slowly and looked up at him. It was clearly awed by Bob's size, its beautiful lips forming an “o” shape as it stared.
And though that was just a small thing, Bob found that his patience had disappeared. He swiftly swam forward and slid the side of his face lightly against the length of the little blowfish's body. The blowfish shivered and briefly moved its fins back and forth at a rapid pace. It was all too easy, all too easy...
Souta's other fish stayed low near the pebbles and watched Bob and its friend, appearing to enjoy the view. Bob then was taken by surprise as the braver blowfish swam up to him and pressed its soft lips to his scales. Bob leaned into the kiss slightly and closed his eyes for a brief moment, thoroughly enjoying the sensation. A few seconds later, the blowfish pulled back and swam toward the front of Bob's face. At that point, Bob opened his eyes, gave up his restraint almost completely, and nibbled lightly on the underside of the blowfish's belly. At first, it flailed almost wildly. But soon afterwards Bob felt the skin in his mouth swell as the blowfish puffed itself up.
It was at this point that the other blowfish decided to join in. It swam to Bob's side and then moved along it, rubbing itself against him. As Bob kept himself busy nipping at the blowfish in front of him, the other moved to his tail. Experimentally, Bob thwapped it lightly and found himself almost overwhelmingly excited when it came back for more.
A couple minutes later, however, Souta's apartment had fallen silent. By the time Bob had realized this, it was too late -- footsteps were approaching the room. After nuzzling the two blowfish one last time, a rather pissed off Clue Trout hopped out of the tank. The door then opened with a loud creak, revealing a tall figure that was barely able to conceal its surprise.
But Bob could take him -- he was just Souta, after all.
Title: --
Author: snufkin_lvr
Rating: PG-13 or maybe PG-15
Fandom:
Pairing: Bob the Clue Trout/Aoyama Souta's blowfish
Warnings: Aside from the pairing, none.
Notes: This was a bit of an odd challenge... but I hope this was what you wanted! And Souta-san, I'm just getting a little harmless revenge.
Bob the Clue Trout had a confession to make -- he was lusting after Aoyama Souta's blowfish.
If you were a fish too, you would understand. The two blowfish were gorgeous, precious, and most of all, energetic and youthful. They had a dangerous lure for once you fell for them, you would not be able to get them off your mind.
Souta, of course, was a prime example of a victim of their charm. But Bob the Clue Trout certainly had more backbone than him and was determined to get what he wanted.
So after making a phone call to Souta's manager and convincing the clearly half-awake man to give Bob Souta's address, Bob headed off to his destination.
Bob soon found that Tokyo was filled with uneducated people. Well, he already knew some people were, but he would not have imagined such a large number. The stares and pointed fingers he got were innumerable. Humans sure were clueless.
But after encountering several life-threatening situations on his way, Bob arrived at Souta's apartment. At first, he was surprised to find that the door was unlocked, but this was Souta he was dealing with. After opening the doorknob with his fin as quietly as possible, Bob heard voices coming from within. However, it was clear that two men were moaning, one voice rising in volume above the other, and Bob heard a very distinct “Oh, Kime!”
Needless to say, Souta was a bit preoccupied. This was going to be easier than Bob thought.
Flopping along as quietly as he could, Bob looked around for the precious fish tank Souta kept his “children” in. It ended up that he had no choice but to pass by what he assumed to be Souta's bedroom.
But what he saw cannot be fully repeated. It sent chills down his spine and he had desperately wished he had never looked through the small open space between the door and the doorframe. The fact that the man above Souta said, “You like it when I use the rope, don't you,” only begins to describe the horror.
However, Bob did manage to make it to the room down at the end of the hallway alive. Centered and placed near the top of the door was a little rectangular plate made of wood with Japanese characters engraved in it. It looked homemade and Bob figured it must have said something mushy like “My Children,” or “My Beloved Fish.”
Bob then gently nudged the door open and the fruits of his labors were realized. There it was! The fish tank! In his joy, Bob nearly forgot to close the door behind himself as he flopped over.
Oh, they were so cute -- just as he had remembered them to be -- with their tiny little fins, their pink lips, and their round, questioning eyes... Bob definitely liked what he saw. However, Souta's little blowfish were rather shy and quickly hid themselves behind one of the homemade clay structures in their large tank.
Bob sighed. Younger fish were really a pain to deal with sometimes. Surely, they deserved a thwapping.
Bob was determined to give them that soon, however.
Fortunately, just before Bob was about to try to coax them out, the two fish peeked out at him. One pouted slightly while the other glared. It was rather obvious which one was accustomed to topping.
Bob decided right then that he needed to get in there. It had been a long journey and being so close to his goal was making his resolve start to crumble. He flopped up once, then twice to gain enough height and thwapped the lid of the tank with just enough force to flip it open. When he fell to the floor again, Bob jumped up once more, this time into the tank, causing a large splash and forcing a rather liberal amount of water to spill out. The tank was a bit snug but it was doable.
Souta's fish reacted violently to the disruption of their home and swam together in a fit, flapping their fins erratically and ending up hiding in a small tunnel structure.
But Bob was determined. He waited as patiently as he could manage; after all, these fish would not be able to resist his undeniable magnetism for long. A few minutes later, the little blowfish that had been glaring at him earlier swam out slowly and looked up at him. It was clearly awed by Bob's size, its beautiful lips forming an “o” shape as it stared.
And though that was just a small thing, Bob found that his patience had disappeared. He swiftly swam forward and slid the side of his face lightly against the length of the little blowfish's body. The blowfish shivered and briefly moved its fins back and forth at a rapid pace. It was all too easy, all too easy...
Souta's other fish stayed low near the pebbles and watched Bob and its friend, appearing to enjoy the view. Bob then was taken by surprise as the braver blowfish swam up to him and pressed its soft lips to his scales. Bob leaned into the kiss slightly and closed his eyes for a brief moment, thoroughly enjoying the sensation. A few seconds later, the blowfish pulled back and swam toward the front of Bob's face. At that point, Bob opened his eyes, gave up his restraint almost completely, and nibbled lightly on the underside of the blowfish's belly. At first, it flailed almost wildly. But soon afterwards Bob felt the skin in his mouth swell as the blowfish puffed itself up.
It was at this point that the other blowfish decided to join in. It swam to Bob's side and then moved along it, rubbing itself against him. As Bob kept himself busy nipping at the blowfish in front of him, the other moved to his tail. Experimentally, Bob thwapped it lightly and found himself almost overwhelmingly excited when it came back for more.
A couple minutes later, however, Souta's apartment had fallen silent. By the time Bob had realized this, it was too late -- footsteps were approaching the room. After nuzzling the two blowfish one last time, a rather pissed off Clue Trout hopped out of the tank. The door then opened with a loud creak, revealing a tall figure that was barely able to conceal its surprise.
But Bob could take him -- he was just Souta, after all.