[Greenwood fic] No Greater Pleasure
marici's drabble request was "Mitsuru and Shinobu seduce the Doctor for a threesome."
Naturally, this isn't a drabble. I should give up on drabbles. Next time, it will be a "ficlet" request.
“I really don’t think I could,” said Hasukawa Kazuhiro. He adjusted his glasses to peer at the two students in his infirmary, but his gaze was disturbingly less stern than the situation would seem to warrant. “I am flattered, but I’m a married man.”
“She would never have to know.” Mitsuru grinned. “I don’t kiss and tell.”
“The perfect gentleman,” the doctor replied dryly. “What about you two? You have something good, I wouldn’t want to mess it up.”
“We have an open relationship,” Shinobu murmured. He was doing an intriguing thing with his voice--it sounded like it always did but also somehow like the world’s dirtiest bedroom voice at the same time.
Mitsuru advanced predatorily, circling around Dr. Hasukawa in his chair and reaching down to grasp the end of his tie. He could see the man weakening, which was good, because they didn’t have all day. To clinch the deal, he leaned over and blew into the doctor’s ear.
“Well,” Kazuhiro moaned throatily, “maybe a threesome wouldn’t be so...”
There was a scream.
“Right on cue,” said Shinobu.
A traumatized Suka-chan stood outside the open infirmary door, gurgling. “You-but-can’t believe-Sumire-chan-” Crimson-faced and obviously too overwrought to either verbalize or swing punches, he spluttered for awhile before he eventually opted for turning and running back down the hallway.
He beat Mitsuru and the doctor’s guffaws by only a few seconds.
Shinobu reflected that when they’d first met, he hadn’t considered his roommate capable of evil on anywhere near his own level. He still didn’t, of course, but Mitsuru’s hidden potential had been formidable nonetheless. The matching grins of demonic glee his companions were exchanging made them look eerily like twins. “You do realize he’s going to hit both of you for this later.”
Mitsuru dismissed this with a wave of his hand. He clearly considered the show more than worth the price of admission. “Man,” he sighed, a blissed-out expression on his face, “I love doing that.”
“There’s no greater pleasure in life,” agreed the good doctor.
Naturally, this isn't a drabble. I should give up on drabbles. Next time, it will be a "ficlet" request.
“I really don’t think I could,” said Hasukawa Kazuhiro. He adjusted his glasses to peer at the two students in his infirmary, but his gaze was disturbingly less stern than the situation would seem to warrant. “I am flattered, but I’m a married man.”
“She would never have to know.” Mitsuru grinned. “I don’t kiss and tell.”
“The perfect gentleman,” the doctor replied dryly. “What about you two? You have something good, I wouldn’t want to mess it up.”
“We have an open relationship,” Shinobu murmured. He was doing an intriguing thing with his voice--it sounded like it always did but also somehow like the world’s dirtiest bedroom voice at the same time.
Mitsuru advanced predatorily, circling around Dr. Hasukawa in his chair and reaching down to grasp the end of his tie. He could see the man weakening, which was good, because they didn’t have all day. To clinch the deal, he leaned over and blew into the doctor’s ear.
“Well,” Kazuhiro moaned throatily, “maybe a threesome wouldn’t be so...”
There was a scream.
“Right on cue,” said Shinobu.
A traumatized Suka-chan stood outside the open infirmary door, gurgling. “You-but-can’t believe-Sumire-chan-” Crimson-faced and obviously too overwrought to either verbalize or swing punches, he spluttered for awhile before he eventually opted for turning and running back down the hallway.
He beat Mitsuru and the doctor’s guffaws by only a few seconds.
Shinobu reflected that when they’d first met, he hadn’t considered his roommate capable of evil on anywhere near his own level. He still didn’t, of course, but Mitsuru’s hidden potential had been formidable nonetheless. The matching grins of demonic glee his companions were exchanging made them look eerily like twins. “You do realize he’s going to hit both of you for this later.”
Mitsuru dismissed this with a wave of his hand. He clearly considered the show more than worth the price of admission. “Man,” he sighed, a blissed-out expression on his face, “I love doing that.”
“There’s no greater pleasure in life,” agreed the good doctor.