Um, ficlet...
Um, so this particular fic comes from a genre developed by myself and snowym, a genre known for its wit and surprise endings, a genre so refined that it-
I can't keep that up. *facepalm* This fic is dedicated to snowym, who was the true originator of... well, zooporn. XD There'll be more of it, too, but I expanded this one from a snippet to an actual drabble, so hopefully it's good enough for the moment, M-sama?
"Mizuki-san," Yuuta gasped, when he finally caught a chance to breathe.
"Hmm, Yuuuuuta-kun?" Mizuki purred, stretching out Yuuta's name the way he always did when he had Yuuta in a particularly compromising situation. And it had the usual effect: Yuuta moaned under his breath and arched against Mizuki's conveniently-placed thigh.
Yuuta managed to say, "Wait…wait," before Mizuki could close on him and start molesting his mouth again.
"Hmmm?" Mizuki didn't sound impatient (he rarely did, although Yuuta much enjoyed those occasions and tried to inspire them as often as possible), but he did sound as though he thought the interruption unnecessary.
"They're watching…" Yuuta made a vague hand gesture, but vague did the trick, since the cages were all around them. Large, open flight cages, containing trees, plants, and dozens of species of tropical birds. A few finches sat on a branch nearby, chirping to each other, for all the world as though they were commenting on the… action.
Mizuki laughed quietly by Yuuta's ear. "They're just birds, Yuuta-kun," he murmured, and nipped at Yuuta's throat. "Next you'll tell me that you don't want to do this in the room with that cactus your brother gave you…"
Actually, Yuuta had always been somewhat uneasy with that, too, but he wasn't going to say so.
"Isn't it getting hot in here?" Mizuki inquired. He slid a finger down Yuuta's neck to the first button on his shirt. "You seem… flushed…"
"But-" said Yuuta weakly, a protest that died entirely under the skillful ministrations of Mizuki's hands, legs, and mouth.
They were only birds, after all, Yuuta decided later, as they sat together on a bench that had recently been used in a somewhat less appropriate manner. Mizuki was leaning against his shoulder, smiling contentedly and looking as sweetly adorable as he ever did when he wasn't after something. The birds provided a nice atmosphere, in fact, chirping and singing and providing a romantic ambience. Not that Yuuta needed a romantic ambience; he was fifteen. But it was nice.
"You see?" said Mizuki, with that uncanny ability he had to read Yuuta's mind. "Not so bad, was it?"
"No." Yuuta shook his head. No one had even walked in on them this time, which was a plus. "Not so-"
"Mmm, Yuuuuuta-kun."
Yuuta nearly jumped out of his skin. "Mizuki-san- what- but we just-" Mizuki only used that tone for one thing- well, two, if one counted the times when he was half asleep and trying to steal the covers.
But there were no covers in sight, and Yuuta was confused. Oddly, so was Mizuki, who'd sat up and was frowning. "I didn't say-" he began.
"Yuuuuuta-kun."
This time Yuuta had been looking right at Mizuki, and Mizuki definitely hadn't said a word. Only… that had been Mizuki's voice, no doubt of that, Mizuki's voice saying Yuuta's name. Yuuta got a sudden sinking feeling way down deep in his stomach, and Mizuki must have as well, because they both turned slowly to look at the aviary cage.
Inside, a large, brightly-colored parrot watched them with round, curious eyes. It shifted from one foot to the other on its branch, then said clearly, in Yuuta's voice, "Mm, Mizuki-san… oh…"
"Oh," said Yuuta staring at the parrot.
"Hyacinth macaw," said Mizuki, also staring. "They do have a tendency to pick up stray sounds or phrases within hearing range…"
"Oh shit," said Yuuta, appalled. "Can't we make it stop, somehow?"
"I doubt it." Mizuki abruptly chuckled, although Yuuta was too horrorstruck to find any humor in the incident as of yet. "Well, Yuuta-kun. Think of it as our legacy here, hm?"
"I'd really rather not," said Yuuta fervently, and sprang to his feet, tugging Mizuki after him. "Come on, let's go before it picks up anything else."
"We could give it something else to pick up, before we leave," Mizuki suggested, and licked his lips.
Normally Yuuta (and his hormones) would have jumped at the offer, but right now his adrenaline was beating up his testosterone in an unfair, uneven fight to the death, and all he wanted to do was march out of there before anyone came in and put together the macaw's new phrases with the two boys who'd said them. The macaw called after them, "Mizuki-san… ah… ahhh," in Yuuta's voice, as Mizuki went on chuckling but didn't resist Yuuta's pull, thank goodness.
Now all Yuuta had to do was make sure nobody of his acquaintance ever came to this zoo again.
I can't keep that up. *facepalm* This fic is dedicated to snowym, who was the true originator of... well, zooporn. XD There'll be more of it, too, but I expanded this one from a snippet to an actual drabble, so hopefully it's good enough for the moment, M-sama?
"Mizuki-san," Yuuta gasped, when he finally caught a chance to breathe.
"Hmm, Yuuuuuta-kun?" Mizuki purred, stretching out Yuuta's name the way he always did when he had Yuuta in a particularly compromising situation. And it had the usual effect: Yuuta moaned under his breath and arched against Mizuki's conveniently-placed thigh.
Yuuta managed to say, "Wait…wait," before Mizuki could close on him and start molesting his mouth again.
"Hmmm?" Mizuki didn't sound impatient (he rarely did, although Yuuta much enjoyed those occasions and tried to inspire them as often as possible), but he did sound as though he thought the interruption unnecessary.
"They're watching…" Yuuta made a vague hand gesture, but vague did the trick, since the cages were all around them. Large, open flight cages, containing trees, plants, and dozens of species of tropical birds. A few finches sat on a branch nearby, chirping to each other, for all the world as though they were commenting on the… action.
Mizuki laughed quietly by Yuuta's ear. "They're just birds, Yuuta-kun," he murmured, and nipped at Yuuta's throat. "Next you'll tell me that you don't want to do this in the room with that cactus your brother gave you…"
Actually, Yuuta had always been somewhat uneasy with that, too, but he wasn't going to say so.
"Isn't it getting hot in here?" Mizuki inquired. He slid a finger down Yuuta's neck to the first button on his shirt. "You seem… flushed…"
"But-" said Yuuta weakly, a protest that died entirely under the skillful ministrations of Mizuki's hands, legs, and mouth.
They were only birds, after all, Yuuta decided later, as they sat together on a bench that had recently been used in a somewhat less appropriate manner. Mizuki was leaning against his shoulder, smiling contentedly and looking as sweetly adorable as he ever did when he wasn't after something. The birds provided a nice atmosphere, in fact, chirping and singing and providing a romantic ambience. Not that Yuuta needed a romantic ambience; he was fifteen. But it was nice.
"You see?" said Mizuki, with that uncanny ability he had to read Yuuta's mind. "Not so bad, was it?"
"No." Yuuta shook his head. No one had even walked in on them this time, which was a plus. "Not so-"
"Mmm, Yuuuuuta-kun."
Yuuta nearly jumped out of his skin. "Mizuki-san- what- but we just-" Mizuki only used that tone for one thing- well, two, if one counted the times when he was half asleep and trying to steal the covers.
But there were no covers in sight, and Yuuta was confused. Oddly, so was Mizuki, who'd sat up and was frowning. "I didn't say-" he began.
"Yuuuuuta-kun."
This time Yuuta had been looking right at Mizuki, and Mizuki definitely hadn't said a word. Only… that had been Mizuki's voice, no doubt of that, Mizuki's voice saying Yuuta's name. Yuuta got a sudden sinking feeling way down deep in his stomach, and Mizuki must have as well, because they both turned slowly to look at the aviary cage.
Inside, a large, brightly-colored parrot watched them with round, curious eyes. It shifted from one foot to the other on its branch, then said clearly, in Yuuta's voice, "Mm, Mizuki-san… oh…"
"Oh," said Yuuta staring at the parrot.
"Hyacinth macaw," said Mizuki, also staring. "They do have a tendency to pick up stray sounds or phrases within hearing range…"
"Oh shit," said Yuuta, appalled. "Can't we make it stop, somehow?"
"I doubt it." Mizuki abruptly chuckled, although Yuuta was too horrorstruck to find any humor in the incident as of yet. "Well, Yuuta-kun. Think of it as our legacy here, hm?"
"I'd really rather not," said Yuuta fervently, and sprang to his feet, tugging Mizuki after him. "Come on, let's go before it picks up anything else."
"We could give it something else to pick up, before we leave," Mizuki suggested, and licked his lips.
Normally Yuuta (and his hormones) would have jumped at the offer, but right now his adrenaline was beating up his testosterone in an unfair, uneven fight to the death, and all he wanted to do was march out of there before anyone came in and put together the macaw's new phrases with the two boys who'd said them. The macaw called after them, "Mizuki-san… ah… ahhh," in Yuuta's voice, as Mizuki went on chuckling but didn't resist Yuuta's pull, thank goodness.
Now all Yuuta had to do was make sure nobody of his acquaintance ever came to this zoo again.