[Fic/Art] Beelzebub: Morning After
::slides in:: SAFE. AND WHAT'S THIS? BEELZEBUB FIC? Yeah. Yeah, it is. =P
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Title: Morning After
Series/Characters: [Beelzebub] Toujou/Oga (kind of, but not really?), Furuichi
Disclaimer: Written for entertainment purposes only.
Word Count: 1,139
Notes: Crack? LOL. I don't even know what this is anymore. In part for butterflycages. Definitely didn't turn out as well as I would've liked. Or rather, it just didn't turn out the way I planned. Ran out of time/juice/patience and ended up discarding Hilda's and the Red Tails' presences altogether. OTL It was still fun though, I guess? Will proofread tomorrow or something.
ETA: Now also available in Russian here thanks to the lovely translating efforts of dragon_flash.
Summary: The baby made them do it. Yeah. I went there.
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Morning After
by kasugai gummie
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For as long as Oga could remember, he'd only woken up sore three times his entire life.
The first was when he was eleven. He was young. He was inexperienced. And after a whole day of beating the snot out of some junior skinheads, could he really be blamed for forgetting to stretch in between workouts?
Then, when he was fifteen, he made a similar mistake of being a little over-enthusiastic during a fieldtrip to Shinjuku. So what if he wandered off away from the rest of his class and into an alleyway to kick in some drunken salaryman's face? How was he supposed to know the old geezer had friends who all wanted to have their faces kicked in?
This was the third time.
It was a quiet morning, light seeping in from the crack between the drapes. Muted birdsong filtered through the walls as well in bits and snatches. It was the kind of morning that Oga usually slept through if it weren't for the little warning voice in the back of his head that sounded suspiciously like his survival instinct.
A few hard blinks cleared away the dregs of sleep. Something seemed off, but what? He squinted irritably at everything in his immediate field of vision.
There was a Play Station where there shouldn't be one. The window was on the wrong side of the room. There were books on the desk.
Oga sat up.
There was also something kind of off with his entire backside. Like that one time after Hilda took her umbrella and shoved it up his ass in a fit of pique. (Damn demon woman knocked him out for an entire fucking hour.)
It was a quiet morning, which probably explained why the bemused "My ass hurts," and "Why the fuck am I in Furuichi's room?" sounded so loud in the cramped silence.
"Is that where this is?"
Oga stilled. Looked down. And stared long and hard at where Baby BL continued to sleep wedged between his surrogate parent and. And.
On his left, Toujou sat up as well, holding his head with a grimace. "What the hell happened last night?" the senior asked without seeming to notice how the sheet covering them both had slipped down to pool at their waists.
Their naked waists. Of which sloped down to equally bare hips under the rumpled folds of somewhat charred fabric.
Distantly, Oga registered the eerie sound of what could only be the tragic loss of his manly innocence.
Now, it wasn't that Oga had anything against Toujou. He supposed he liked the other guy well enough. Dude was a decent sort: threw good punches; was always ready to drop everything whenever Oga wanted a slug-fest; never minded when Baby BL interrupted their matches.
But Oga considered himself a simple man with simple needs. Eat, fight, sleep, fight, fight, fight, fight. Rinse and repeat. Anything extra had the potential of being too much for his brain to handle, and waking up with worrisome evidence that his manhood might have been compromised definitely counted as something "extra."
"Oh hells no."
"Wha--Oga?"
"Oh hells no," Oga swore again and would have thrown himself bodily to one side had there not been a wall in the way.
He remembered being bored out of his mind last night and deciding to take Baby BL out for a walk. They'd tracked Toujou down to where the senior had been working at one of the food stalls and demanded another match. Somehow, Oga was pretty sure beer had been involved too, but never mind that, because somewhere down the line Baby BL had gotten much more excited than usual and whatever happened after the electric taste of the Zebub spell flooded his tongue was consigned to oblivion.
Still. Still.
"This never happened."
"This? Wh--oh. Oh." Understanding finally flickered in Toujou's eyes and there's only the slightest of pauses before he nodded grimly.
"We do not fucking speak of this. Ever."
"Right," Toujou agreed.
"Oh, you have got to be kidding," came a third voice from the closet.
"What the fuck," Oga said succintly.
Pulling on his boxers with minimal cringing, he rolled off the bed and flung open the closet door, only to reveal a severely sleep-deprived Furuichi huddled on the floor.
Bloodshot eyes glared accusingly from the shadows.
"You're kidding me right? Right?" Furuichi repeated. "Not even a decade's worth of sweet, sweet love therapy in Hilda's bountiful bosom can cure me of my trauma. Sweet jesus can you guys see the hideous scarring you inflicted on my soul? And now you want to pretend none of it ever happened!"
Oga and Toujou exchanged confused looks.
"I mean, not only did you already make it a habit to crash my room at will, now you're also using it to celebrate your great homoerotic man love. I almost didn't manage to get clear of my bed in time you know? God, I wish Hilda hadn't already warned me that this might happen."
Oga blinked. "What might happen?"
Furuichi ignored him. "I guess I approve your choice of Toujou-san. And it really does make a lot of perverse sense now that I think about it--you guys really only get off on fighting don't you? As your best friend, you have my blessings, but seriously man, must you always use my room?"
"Furuichi."
"Aaaah, Hilda said that we were approaching Baby BL's birthday and that 'the little master is growing up and will be exploring whatever he wants through the contractor' but she never said anything about you having to use my bed."
"Furuichi-kun."
Furuichi froze in mid-sentence.
Oga bared his teeth.
"Er," Furuichi tried backtracking as fast as he could. "Oh, yeah, I guess this would be kind of traumatizing for you too, huh? Haha. Um. If it makes you feel any better, you guys didn't get any further than sticking it in before Baby BL's date rape magic wore off and you passed out. Believe me, I should know because I was RIGHT HERE."
"Furuichi," Oga said, and gave Furuichi his best smile; the one that was accompanied by a balled-up fist more often than not. "Grit your teeth."
Furuichi went out like a light, bouncing off the closet wall, limp.
When Oga turned back to Toujou, Toujou merely raised a hand as if in pledge.
"Aye. This never happened."
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OMAKE:
Oga was almost at school when he came to a sudden halt just outside the academy gates. He wasn't in top condition; not when every step taken was a faint reminder of the night before.
Miki would know. God, that little bastard with his creepy-ass gay-vibes, gaydar, gay-everything would know before the day was over.
"Dah," Baby BL agreed from where he perched.
And so, turning on his heel, Oga went home.
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FIN
Completed: October 31, 2010
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Happy Halloween all!
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Title: Morning After
Series/Characters: [Beelzebub] Toujou/Oga (kind of, but not really?), Furuichi
Disclaimer: Written for entertainment purposes only.
Word Count: 1,139
Notes: Crack? LOL. I don't even know what this is anymore. In part for butterflycages. Definitely didn't turn out as well as I would've liked. Or rather, it just didn't turn out the way I planned. Ran out of time/juice/patience and ended up discarding Hilda's and the Red Tails' presences altogether. OTL It was still fun though, I guess? Will proofread tomorrow or something.
ETA: Now also available in Russian here thanks to the lovely translating efforts of dragon_flash.
Summary: The baby made them do it. Yeah. I went there.
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Morning After
by kasugai gummie
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For as long as Oga could remember, he'd only woken up sore three times his entire life.
The first was when he was eleven. He was young. He was inexperienced. And after a whole day of beating the snot out of some junior skinheads, could he really be blamed for forgetting to stretch in between workouts?
Then, when he was fifteen, he made a similar mistake of being a little over-enthusiastic during a fieldtrip to Shinjuku. So what if he wandered off away from the rest of his class and into an alleyway to kick in some drunken salaryman's face? How was he supposed to know the old geezer had friends who all wanted to have their faces kicked in?
This was the third time.
It was a quiet morning, light seeping in from the crack between the drapes. Muted birdsong filtered through the walls as well in bits and snatches. It was the kind of morning that Oga usually slept through if it weren't for the little warning voice in the back of his head that sounded suspiciously like his survival instinct.
A few hard blinks cleared away the dregs of sleep. Something seemed off, but what? He squinted irritably at everything in his immediate field of vision.
There was a Play Station where there shouldn't be one. The window was on the wrong side of the room. There were books on the desk.
Oga sat up.
There was also something kind of off with his entire backside. Like that one time after Hilda took her umbrella and shoved it up his ass in a fit of pique. (Damn demon woman knocked him out for an entire fucking hour.)
It was a quiet morning, which probably explained why the bemused "My ass hurts," and "Why the fuck am I in Furuichi's room?" sounded so loud in the cramped silence.
"Is that where this is?"
Oga stilled. Looked down. And stared long and hard at where Baby BL continued to sleep wedged between his surrogate parent and. And.
On his left, Toujou sat up as well, holding his head with a grimace. "What the hell happened last night?" the senior asked without seeming to notice how the sheet covering them both had slipped down to pool at their waists.
Their naked waists. Of which sloped down to equally bare hips under the rumpled folds of somewhat charred fabric.
Distantly, Oga registered the eerie sound of what could only be the tragic loss of his manly innocence.
Now, it wasn't that Oga had anything against Toujou. He supposed he liked the other guy well enough. Dude was a decent sort: threw good punches; was always ready to drop everything whenever Oga wanted a slug-fest; never minded when Baby BL interrupted their matches.
But Oga considered himself a simple man with simple needs. Eat, fight, sleep, fight, fight, fight, fight. Rinse and repeat. Anything extra had the potential of being too much for his brain to handle, and waking up with worrisome evidence that his manhood might have been compromised definitely counted as something "extra."
"Oh hells no."
"Wha--Oga?"
"Oh hells no," Oga swore again and would have thrown himself bodily to one side had there not been a wall in the way.
He remembered being bored out of his mind last night and deciding to take Baby BL out for a walk. They'd tracked Toujou down to where the senior had been working at one of the food stalls and demanded another match. Somehow, Oga was pretty sure beer had been involved too, but never mind that, because somewhere down the line Baby BL had gotten much more excited than usual and whatever happened after the electric taste of the Zebub spell flooded his tongue was consigned to oblivion.
Still. Still.
"This never happened."
"This? Wh--oh. Oh." Understanding finally flickered in Toujou's eyes and there's only the slightest of pauses before he nodded grimly.
"We do not fucking speak of this. Ever."
"Right," Toujou agreed.
"Oh, you have got to be kidding," came a third voice from the closet.
"What the fuck," Oga said succintly.
Pulling on his boxers with minimal cringing, he rolled off the bed and flung open the closet door, only to reveal a severely sleep-deprived Furuichi huddled on the floor.
Bloodshot eyes glared accusingly from the shadows.
"You're kidding me right? Right?" Furuichi repeated. "Not even a decade's worth of sweet, sweet love therapy in Hilda's bountiful bosom can cure me of my trauma. Sweet jesus can you guys see the hideous scarring you inflicted on my soul? And now you want to pretend none of it ever happened!"
Oga and Toujou exchanged confused looks.
"I mean, not only did you already make it a habit to crash my room at will, now you're also using it to celebrate your great homoerotic man love. I almost didn't manage to get clear of my bed in time you know? God, I wish Hilda hadn't already warned me that this might happen."
Oga blinked. "What might happen?"
Furuichi ignored him. "I guess I approve your choice of Toujou-san. And it really does make a lot of perverse sense now that I think about it--you guys really only get off on fighting don't you? As your best friend, you have my blessings, but seriously man, must you always use my room?"
"Furuichi."
"Aaaah, Hilda said that we were approaching Baby BL's birthday and that 'the little master is growing up and will be exploring whatever he wants through the contractor' but she never said anything about you having to use my bed."
"Furuichi-kun."
Furuichi froze in mid-sentence.
Oga bared his teeth.
"Er," Furuichi tried backtracking as fast as he could. "Oh, yeah, I guess this would be kind of traumatizing for you too, huh? Haha. Um. If it makes you feel any better, you guys didn't get any further than sticking it in before Baby BL's date rape magic wore off and you passed out. Believe me, I should know because I was RIGHT HERE."
"Furuichi," Oga said, and gave Furuichi his best smile; the one that was accompanied by a balled-up fist more often than not. "Grit your teeth."
Furuichi went out like a light, bouncing off the closet wall, limp.
When Oga turned back to Toujou, Toujou merely raised a hand as if in pledge.
"Aye. This never happened."
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OMAKE:
Oga was almost at school when he came to a sudden halt just outside the academy gates. He wasn't in top condition; not when every step taken was a faint reminder of the night before.
Miki would know. God, that little bastard with his creepy-ass gay-vibes, gaydar, gay-everything would know before the day was over.
"Dah," Baby BL agreed from where he perched.
And so, turning on his heel, Oga went home.
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FIN
Completed: October 31, 2010
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Happy Halloween all!