This is one of a few drabbles that I had posted to my writing journal. This is the only one rated low enough for inclusion on this site. I thought it was funny, so I'm posting it.
This story was born from a cracked conversation that made me create this cracked dialogue between Hwoarang and Devil Jin
Marshmallow
Hwoarang, Devil Jin
Hwoarang raised his eyebrows as he lifted the stick in front of Jin's face. The other man's usually dark and pristine features had contorted and twisted as Devil had come out and the beast now growled at him as the marshmallow was held in front of his nose. "Please?" the redhead asked, as sweet as pie which only enraged Devil further.
"What makes you think I'll help you?" the creature bit out through fanged teeth.
"Well, I'm really hungry..." Hwoarang trailed off, spinning the stick between his fingers. "I'll... ~share~" he said in an enticing tone of voice, inching closer and wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
"Humpf!" Devil folded his arms across his chest. "Just because Jin would give in doesn't mean that I will. I've got standards, and besides, these things have two settings: off and KILL!"
"Please? I'll let you top," Hwoarang offered, really wondering if his hunger was worth being ravaged by the Devil that had possessed his lover and rival.
"What makes you think that I need your permission?" Devil barked, his eyes glowing as he charged up his attack. Hwoarang grinned mischievously as the beams of light shot from Devil's eyes and concentrated on the white puff of sugar on the end of his stick. It immediately caught fire and Hwoarang laughed as Devil ceased the attack and swore under his breath. "Happy now?" he bit out, taking a few long strides to close the distance between them. "Enjoy your marshmallow, human," he said, drawing close to Hwoarang and leaning in to get in his face. "It'll be the last thing you enjoy for a while."
Hwoarang shivered, though he grinned and blew out the flaming ball on his stick and popped the charred, black puff in his mouth. "Don't be so sure of that, Kazama," he muttered around the crunchy sweet. Devil Jin wrapped his clawed arms around the Korean fighter and brought his teeth down to sink into Hwoarang's shoulder. "Better than a marshmallow…" he grinned.