Drabble: Made of crack and fail
For sublimeparadigm, because she posted that awesome Isshin/Ishida doujin: part one part two.
I thought about the pairing as hilarious and cracky, but would never have written it if not for her. Plus, I sort of stole the idea from the doujin, so. Eh heh heh.
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Ishida gave Isshin a lot of allowances in their relationship. It couldn’t be helped if the old man was crazy, and, really, Ishida enjoyed a lot of his quirks. His enthusiasm was endearing, the intensity of his emotions touching. He didn’t actually mind when Isshin threw him over his shoulder and carried him to the bedroom, yelling, “TIME TO MAKE SWEET MUSIC!” and his loud singing during sex, while certainly odd, didn’t detract from the experience.
Isshin’s ability to talk him into just about anything was a little more worrying for Ishida. The first time he suggested that maybe he could be on top, Isshin tackled him and sat on his back, cackling - all the while fondling him through his clothes - until Ishida relented. It rankled his pride, but it wasn’t something he actually minded. He even indulged Isshin when he wanted to dress up - his sense of style was unique, to say the least, and a lot of his fashion choices intrigued and challenged Ishida - but he was beginning to think he should draw a line.
“You want me to wear a nurse’s uniform?” He eyed the article of clothing warily. It looked like it would be very short.
“Would you? For me?” Isshin waved the item in question in front of Ishida’s nose.
“I’m not sure….”
“Why not? It’s a very nice uniform!”
Ishida sighed. “I’m not questioning the quality of its make; it has a lovely cut and I think it would be flattering on my body type, but I doubt it would cover me very well.”
The grin that spread across Isshin’s face indicated that practicality wasn’t the object of the uniform. “That’s why you should wear panties!” He produced a pair from God-only-knew-where, dropping them in Ishida’s lap. He held them up, studying the hearts along the waistband.
“Where on earth did you get these?”
“Karin’s dresser!”
Ishida threw them back in the dirty old man’s face. “I’m not wearing your daughter’s panties!”
Isshin dropped to his knees, clutching his head. “Why not? Oh, please! They aren’t actually Karin’s; I bought a package today!” Somehow, that didn’t make the situation a lot better, and anyway Ishida didn’t think it wise to believe Isshin when he was determined to get something.
Feeling like he was explaining something simple to a petulant child, Ishida crossed his arms and looked Isshin in the eye. “No,” he said firmly, and did not feel bad when Isshin threw himself on the floor and began rolling around in despair. Ishida turned his head away, resolute that this time, Isshin would just have to deal with not having whatever he wanted. He really did have to draw the line somewhere.
Ishida still couldn’t quite figure out how it happened, but, half an hour later, the uniform was bunched up under his armpits and the panties were on Isshin’s head. Isshin himself was between Ishida’s knees, singing happily, and Ishida, dazed with pleasure, figured he could draw the line somewhere else.
I thought about the pairing as hilarious and cracky, but would never have written it if not for her. Plus, I sort of stole the idea from the doujin, so. Eh heh heh.
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Ishida gave Isshin a lot of allowances in their relationship. It couldn’t be helped if the old man was crazy, and, really, Ishida enjoyed a lot of his quirks. His enthusiasm was endearing, the intensity of his emotions touching. He didn’t actually mind when Isshin threw him over his shoulder and carried him to the bedroom, yelling, “TIME TO MAKE SWEET MUSIC!” and his loud singing during sex, while certainly odd, didn’t detract from the experience.
Isshin’s ability to talk him into just about anything was a little more worrying for Ishida. The first time he suggested that maybe he could be on top, Isshin tackled him and sat on his back, cackling - all the while fondling him through his clothes - until Ishida relented. It rankled his pride, but it wasn’t something he actually minded. He even indulged Isshin when he wanted to dress up - his sense of style was unique, to say the least, and a lot of his fashion choices intrigued and challenged Ishida - but he was beginning to think he should draw a line.
“You want me to wear a nurse’s uniform?” He eyed the article of clothing warily. It looked like it would be very short.
“Would you? For me?” Isshin waved the item in question in front of Ishida’s nose.
“I’m not sure….”
“Why not? It’s a very nice uniform!”
Ishida sighed. “I’m not questioning the quality of its make; it has a lovely cut and I think it would be flattering on my body type, but I doubt it would cover me very well.”
The grin that spread across Isshin’s face indicated that practicality wasn’t the object of the uniform. “That’s why you should wear panties!” He produced a pair from God-only-knew-where, dropping them in Ishida’s lap. He held them up, studying the hearts along the waistband.
“Where on earth did you get these?”
“Karin’s dresser!”
Ishida threw them back in the dirty old man’s face. “I’m not wearing your daughter’s panties!”
Isshin dropped to his knees, clutching his head. “Why not? Oh, please! They aren’t actually Karin’s; I bought a package today!” Somehow, that didn’t make the situation a lot better, and anyway Ishida didn’t think it wise to believe Isshin when he was determined to get something.
Feeling like he was explaining something simple to a petulant child, Ishida crossed his arms and looked Isshin in the eye. “No,” he said firmly, and did not feel bad when Isshin threw himself on the floor and began rolling around in despair. Ishida turned his head away, resolute that this time, Isshin would just have to deal with not having whatever he wanted. He really did have to draw the line somewhere.
Ishida still couldn’t quite figure out how it happened, but, half an hour later, the uniform was bunched up under his armpits and the panties were on Isshin’s head. Isshin himself was between Ishida’s knees, singing happily, and Ishida, dazed with pleasure, figured he could draw the line somewhere else.