[Rave] Ducklings and Mashmallows (30kisses)
Title: Ducklings and Marshmallows
Author: Umi-chii
Pairing: Shuda/Sieg
Fandom: Rave
Theme: 30_kisses #21 - violence; pillage/plunder; extortion
Disclaimer: Umi-chii don’t own Rave. Hiro Mashima still does.
A/N: Saw the theme and something flashed in mah head. Not to mention a week without any internet can really drive someone to write… a hell lot.
Word Count: 1149
Ducklings and Marshmallows
For 30_kisses, #21
Whenever Sieg thinks of Shuda, he recalls nothing else but violence. Shuda is a fiery man, a man who follows the current of his emotions. The man who could be such a brute has always followed his intuitions to resort to punches when things aren’t going on nicely. Shuda never depends on words. Never once has he depended on words, which makes it even harder for Sieg to properly communicate with the man. Even the course of their heated passion, the man is never the fluffy type of lover. He doesn’t mutter sweet nothings to his ears or whisper those three words when they’re kissing. Sieg even doubts it Shuda has said those three words more than once in their entire shared life. Cuddles after a bout of love making is great and rather sweet, but it’s always topped by those three words Sieg has been dying to hear.
He couldn’t think of anything else to make the other to say something that doesn’t include a hand motion. Even if he’s a very silent man and prefers avoiding unnecessary conversations, Sieg is never one to pass up the chance to express his love in the form of words. He’s a wall, for god’s sake. But Shuda? He’s not a wall either. He’s a bulldozer. A moving something that can make anyone go nuts and destroy anything that’s standing in the way just to accomplish something.
And now, watching Shuda flipping the channels with annoyance and boredom plastered all across his face, Sieg couldn’t think of anything else to make the other talk.
“Hilda called me today. She mentioned something about…”
He stopped in mid sentence, to see if the redhead will react. The redhead didn’t. Sieg felt an eyebrow twitch. The redhead didn’t even notice that he had talked. How could the people in this world call him the antisocial when in fact, this man he’s with is actually worse than him ten folds. It’s ironic, seriously ironic.
“Hey.”
Sieg was internally fuming far too much to hear the other speak. So, he was greatly startled when suddenly, Shuda appeared in front of him, red eyes eyeing him with a quirked eyebrow. Sieg’s cheeks flushed, hands batting the head away.
“What?! Don’t creep up on me like that!”
Sieg didn’t know if that had caused Shuda to draw back and stop whatever he’s planning to say, but he’s sure that the redhead had finally initiated something in the form of a word. It’s an improvement. And he just hoped his mean words weren’t going to stop Shuda from going on.
“You were the one saying something then stopping in mid sentence.”
Shuda was still staring at him oddly, as if he’s an eyesore. Sieg could feel the redhead’s true aura though. Whenever Shuda’s giving people that look, it means he’s piqued and wants to know more. This Sieg knew because of that one incident in the kitchen when Sieg started rambling about marshmallows in hot chocolate milks is stupid when the marshmallows will end up getting melted by the hot water. He could remember the redhead’s inquiring eyebrow, lips up in an amused smile.
The blue headed mage blinked and blinked at again, and blinked some more when a hand passed over his sight. He finally caught his train of thought and stilled it before going back to present. The redhead asked him again, finger poking his forehead.
“Well? What did Hilda said?”
The poke didn’t even register in his cloudy brain. This is the first time Shuda was talkative with him. When it comes to the two of them, it’s always Sieg who becomes the loudmouth that whenever they’re together in public, people always wonder how odd they could get. Neither of the two cared, and they’re not starting to.
“Oi. Wake up, will ya?”
That last blink finally brought Sieg back to the present. Shaking off his thoughts, he went back to staring at Shuda. Finally, after a few more seconds, he found his voice and spoke, cringing at himself when he heard himself croak. Shuda only regarded him with another raised eyebrow then chuckled. He kept going on in between chuckles and stifled laughs. The fumes returned, annoying the mage again. Why can’t Shuda be anywhere near normal? One of them is already not normal since birth. They don’t need the other half to also not be normal. It’s insane.
But maybe that’s the reason why the redhead had grown into Sieg so much. To him, Shuda is his life, his everything. He couldn’t imagine a life without the redhead even more. Even if the redhead had to stay as a cactus in the background of a scene in his future, Sieg wouldn’t mind. At least there’s still Shuda.
“You know,” Sieg started and Shuda stopped. They both stared at each other, their faces only inches away. Sieg is really restraining himself from inching closer and kiss the man and out in the couch. The couch needs more loving from them. It’s been days since they’ve done it in the couch. “I just noticed you could actually destroy the vacuum cleaner when you make it swallow a live duckling.”
It was anticlimactic and Sieg couldn’t help it but stab himself multiple times for being such a dork. He’s a dork. He’s now officially a dork because what he had said is just plain stupid and dorky. What’s with ducklings and vacuums anyway? That’s even what he’s supposed to say! That’s not even what Hilda had told him! That’s what Felicia had told him last time they had tea party!
“Okay…”
The redhead is inching away from him, real slowly as if he’s trying to conceal his runaway motive from the mage. Sieg couldn’t stop himself from yanking the redhead’s shirt and throwing him down the couch. Shuda’s being too cute. He’s being too adorably, insanely cute. Sieg didn’t even care if he’s admitting he’s a real sucker for cute stuffs.
Without a warning, he kissed the redhead hard, hands fisting the front of Shuda’s shirt. The rest of Shuda’s questions were muffled as Sieg plundered his mouth him entirely, not even giving Shuda the chance to top him. the mage only pulled away when the time comes for the two of them to remember to breathe and inhale. Panting, they stared at each other. Shuda swore his throat was parched dry from that kiss.
“What,” Eyes locked together as they panted for air. “In the hell was that?”
It took them a few more pants and large intake of breath before Sieg finally smirked at him, albeit a bit lopsided.
“That’s for not bothering to talk.”
The rest of their activities for the night, which was scarce to begin with, were pushed away for some few rounds of loving on the couch. Even the couch was happy that finally, it got some loving of its own.
END
Author: Umi-chii
Pairing: Shuda/Sieg
Fandom: Rave
Theme: 30_kisses #21 - violence; pillage/plunder; extortion
Disclaimer: Umi-chii don’t own Rave. Hiro Mashima still does.
A/N: Saw the theme and something flashed in mah head. Not to mention a week without any internet can really drive someone to write… a hell lot.
Word Count: 1149
Ducklings and Marshmallows
For 30_kisses, #21
Whenever Sieg thinks of Shuda, he recalls nothing else but violence. Shuda is a fiery man, a man who follows the current of his emotions. The man who could be such a brute has always followed his intuitions to resort to punches when things aren’t going on nicely. Shuda never depends on words. Never once has he depended on words, which makes it even harder for Sieg to properly communicate with the man. Even the course of their heated passion, the man is never the fluffy type of lover. He doesn’t mutter sweet nothings to his ears or whisper those three words when they’re kissing. Sieg even doubts it Shuda has said those three words more than once in their entire shared life. Cuddles after a bout of love making is great and rather sweet, but it’s always topped by those three words Sieg has been dying to hear.
He couldn’t think of anything else to make the other to say something that doesn’t include a hand motion. Even if he’s a very silent man and prefers avoiding unnecessary conversations, Sieg is never one to pass up the chance to express his love in the form of words. He’s a wall, for god’s sake. But Shuda? He’s not a wall either. He’s a bulldozer. A moving something that can make anyone go nuts and destroy anything that’s standing in the way just to accomplish something.
And now, watching Shuda flipping the channels with annoyance and boredom plastered all across his face, Sieg couldn’t think of anything else to make the other talk.
“Hilda called me today. She mentioned something about…”
He stopped in mid sentence, to see if the redhead will react. The redhead didn’t. Sieg felt an eyebrow twitch. The redhead didn’t even notice that he had talked. How could the people in this world call him the antisocial when in fact, this man he’s with is actually worse than him ten folds. It’s ironic, seriously ironic.
“Hey.”
Sieg was internally fuming far too much to hear the other speak. So, he was greatly startled when suddenly, Shuda appeared in front of him, red eyes eyeing him with a quirked eyebrow. Sieg’s cheeks flushed, hands batting the head away.
“What?! Don’t creep up on me like that!”
Sieg didn’t know if that had caused Shuda to draw back and stop whatever he’s planning to say, but he’s sure that the redhead had finally initiated something in the form of a word. It’s an improvement. And he just hoped his mean words weren’t going to stop Shuda from going on.
“You were the one saying something then stopping in mid sentence.”
Shuda was still staring at him oddly, as if he’s an eyesore. Sieg could feel the redhead’s true aura though. Whenever Shuda’s giving people that look, it means he’s piqued and wants to know more. This Sieg knew because of that one incident in the kitchen when Sieg started rambling about marshmallows in hot chocolate milks is stupid when the marshmallows will end up getting melted by the hot water. He could remember the redhead’s inquiring eyebrow, lips up in an amused smile.
The blue headed mage blinked and blinked at again, and blinked some more when a hand passed over his sight. He finally caught his train of thought and stilled it before going back to present. The redhead asked him again, finger poking his forehead.
“Well? What did Hilda said?”
The poke didn’t even register in his cloudy brain. This is the first time Shuda was talkative with him. When it comes to the two of them, it’s always Sieg who becomes the loudmouth that whenever they’re together in public, people always wonder how odd they could get. Neither of the two cared, and they’re not starting to.
“Oi. Wake up, will ya?”
That last blink finally brought Sieg back to the present. Shaking off his thoughts, he went back to staring at Shuda. Finally, after a few more seconds, he found his voice and spoke, cringing at himself when he heard himself croak. Shuda only regarded him with another raised eyebrow then chuckled. He kept going on in between chuckles and stifled laughs. The fumes returned, annoying the mage again. Why can’t Shuda be anywhere near normal? One of them is already not normal since birth. They don’t need the other half to also not be normal. It’s insane.
But maybe that’s the reason why the redhead had grown into Sieg so much. To him, Shuda is his life, his everything. He couldn’t imagine a life without the redhead even more. Even if the redhead had to stay as a cactus in the background of a scene in his future, Sieg wouldn’t mind. At least there’s still Shuda.
“You know,” Sieg started and Shuda stopped. They both stared at each other, their faces only inches away. Sieg is really restraining himself from inching closer and kiss the man and out in the couch. The couch needs more loving from them. It’s been days since they’ve done it in the couch. “I just noticed you could actually destroy the vacuum cleaner when you make it swallow a live duckling.”
It was anticlimactic and Sieg couldn’t help it but stab himself multiple times for being such a dork. He’s a dork. He’s now officially a dork because what he had said is just plain stupid and dorky. What’s with ducklings and vacuums anyway? That’s even what he’s supposed to say! That’s not even what Hilda had told him! That’s what Felicia had told him last time they had tea party!
“Okay…”
The redhead is inching away from him, real slowly as if he’s trying to conceal his runaway motive from the mage. Sieg couldn’t stop himself from yanking the redhead’s shirt and throwing him down the couch. Shuda’s being too cute. He’s being too adorably, insanely cute. Sieg didn’t even care if he’s admitting he’s a real sucker for cute stuffs.
Without a warning, he kissed the redhead hard, hands fisting the front of Shuda’s shirt. The rest of Shuda’s questions were muffled as Sieg plundered his mouth him entirely, not even giving Shuda the chance to top him. the mage only pulled away when the time comes for the two of them to remember to breathe and inhale. Panting, they stared at each other. Shuda swore his throat was parched dry from that kiss.
“What,” Eyes locked together as they panted for air. “In the hell was that?”
It took them a few more pants and large intake of breath before Sieg finally smirked at him, albeit a bit lopsided.
“That’s for not bothering to talk.”
The rest of their activities for the night, which was scarce to begin with, were pushed away for some few rounds of loving on the couch. Even the couch was happy that finally, it got some loving of its own.
END