I'm back. I want to do a short little fic about Rex and Weevil. I usually write humor stuff but I'm trying my hand at romance so it's going to be a bit different. This fic is
Dedicated to my undying love of anime and to my friends who put up with my constant ranting about it and for borrowing so much money off them for cards... I don't own
Yu Gi Oh as you know but Rex is my sexy dinosaur as is Weevil my lil insect. I haven't lost my mind yet. This was inspired by my recent fan art of these two. Without
Further ado; let me start off with this story.
It was a beautiful summer night. It was warm and an ideal for a romantic summer love. But love was something Rex didn't know of, he thought as he dangled his feet over a
Peer; an activity he had just recently engulfed him self into doing. He had a longing expression across his pale face as he looked into the sunset. Rex sighed,
"What the hell is wrong with me? Something is missing here in my pathetic life. If only I have something, no someone I could talk to, tell them what's on my mind. What is wrong with me?!?"
He slammed a rock into the calm lake which was now full of ripples. Rex looked down again into his reflection and noticed a short figure behind him. Rex sharply turned
Around which almost knocked the other boy off his feet.
"Oh my God Rex! Don't be such a ditz! You almost made me fall! So much for trying to be nice to a dinosaur!"
It was just Weevil who was lurking around the forest area in search of bugs and came across Rex. Rex finally caught his breath from the slight shock and managed to mutter
Up something to say.
"Uh hiya. I didn't mean to trip you Weevil. Trust me I didn't. I just meant to see who you were, not that I couldn't guess or make some sort of..."
"Shut up. Don't talk unless you know what to say. There's no use in being a danm fool about it!"
Rex leaned forward and grasped his stomach. He began to grow slightly paler and weaker. If it wasn't for Weevil, Rex would have fallen into the lake.
"I'm not feeling very well Weevil, I don't want to put up with your lectures right now."
"I'm only telling you for your own good."
"Well don't."
"Fine with me. Thanks for being kind to me!"
And with that, Weevil ran back into the forest. He kept on running with the bushes rubbing against his skin until he reached the edge of civilization and found himself at his
Door step. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his keys which had a little bug keychain attached to them. He put the key in the lock and looked around and sniffed
The air. It was obvious he needed a shower.
He walked in and headed straight to the shower. He unbuttoned his shirt and gazed into his reflection in the mirror. It was smiling back at him in an innocent youthful way.
He kept unbuttoning his shirt until he reached the last button. His shirt slid off his shoulders. He undid his belt from his pants and carelessly let it drop onto the floor. He
Paid no notice to it. He undid his fly and gave a bit of a kick to get to get his shorts off to. He had been all to familiar with this action, he had been doing it since he was a
Little kid. But why did it feel this strange this time? He couldn't stop thinking about Rex.
He had no luck with women. They all accused him of being a twerp, a liar and a cheater; qualities that weren't attractive in a relationship. He really cared for what happened to the other boy. In Weevil's eyes they were soul mates, they could iron out each other's flaws and have a little fun, do the things that even girls would find to much. But that
Wasn't the point. Weevil needed a shower, badly. Catching bugs made him smell terrible. His stench began to make him a little woozier. But with Rex and the shower
In mind it only acted in a way to drug his mind further into an alternate state.
Weevil flung his glasses off into the sink and kicked himself out of his undergarments to avoid any further tightening in the pants. He ran like mad into the shower. The turned on the hot water and then the cold. As the water began to warm to his body, he reached for a bar of soap and leaned back onto the wall of the shower just letting the water hit his chest. He sighed and slid down into a position in which he sat. Sat and stared. Sat and stared at the bar of soap.
"Why must this be so danm hard to do?"
Meanwhile Rex had come back into his summer house that rested on the front of the lake. He sensed a cold coming on. He didn't think much of it, it was that time of the
Year; the time when everyone gets sick. He shuffled into his room and slammed the door. He flopped down backwards onto his bed. Sweat was dribbling down his face. He
Closed his eyes and thought to him self that it would pass. Or maybe if he drifted off into a deep sleep it would all be over with.
That's exactly what happened. He found himself parallel to his reality in what seemed to be paradise. It didn't last long though. Rex popped out of his sheets and crouched into a little ball. He was completely covered in sweat and had hard time breathing. He clasped his hand to his throat and began to wheeze.
Nobody was home so he did what was the most immune to him. He picked up the phone and selected the first number on speed dial. The ring tones were an eternity to him. With each sound he was loosing more air until his nose began to bleed. Finally the voice on the other end answered.
"What the hell are you calling me for at this hour of the night?"
Rex fumbled with the phone until it dropped into his sweat covered sheets. He picked up the phone only to hear Weevil's raspy, moody voice.
"Listen, I can track this call ya know!"
"Weevil... I'm not fe-elli-ng very..."
"Rex!?!"
Rex began to wheeze and blood was dripping onto his boxers and chest.
"Are you okay?"
"Listen, just co-me over as so-on as you can..."
Hope ya liked this. More to come. Possibly a sequel. R&R! Love ya! Peace! ^_^
Dedicated to my undying love of anime and to my friends who put up with my constant ranting about it and for borrowing so much money off them for cards... I don't own
Yu Gi Oh as you know but Rex is my sexy dinosaur as is Weevil my lil insect. I haven't lost my mind yet. This was inspired by my recent fan art of these two. Without
Further ado; let me start off with this story.
It was a beautiful summer night. It was warm and an ideal for a romantic summer love. But love was something Rex didn't know of, he thought as he dangled his feet over a
Peer; an activity he had just recently engulfed him self into doing. He had a longing expression across his pale face as he looked into the sunset. Rex sighed,
"What the hell is wrong with me? Something is missing here in my pathetic life. If only I have something, no someone I could talk to, tell them what's on my mind. What is wrong with me?!?"
He slammed a rock into the calm lake which was now full of ripples. Rex looked down again into his reflection and noticed a short figure behind him. Rex sharply turned
Around which almost knocked the other boy off his feet.
"Oh my God Rex! Don't be such a ditz! You almost made me fall! So much for trying to be nice to a dinosaur!"
It was just Weevil who was lurking around the forest area in search of bugs and came across Rex. Rex finally caught his breath from the slight shock and managed to mutter
Up something to say.
"Uh hiya. I didn't mean to trip you Weevil. Trust me I didn't. I just meant to see who you were, not that I couldn't guess or make some sort of..."
"Shut up. Don't talk unless you know what to say. There's no use in being a danm fool about it!"
Rex leaned forward and grasped his stomach. He began to grow slightly paler and weaker. If it wasn't for Weevil, Rex would have fallen into the lake.
"I'm not feeling very well Weevil, I don't want to put up with your lectures right now."
"I'm only telling you for your own good."
"Well don't."
"Fine with me. Thanks for being kind to me!"
And with that, Weevil ran back into the forest. He kept on running with the bushes rubbing against his skin until he reached the edge of civilization and found himself at his
Door step. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his keys which had a little bug keychain attached to them. He put the key in the lock and looked around and sniffed
The air. It was obvious he needed a shower.
He walked in and headed straight to the shower. He unbuttoned his shirt and gazed into his reflection in the mirror. It was smiling back at him in an innocent youthful way.
He kept unbuttoning his shirt until he reached the last button. His shirt slid off his shoulders. He undid his belt from his pants and carelessly let it drop onto the floor. He
Paid no notice to it. He undid his fly and gave a bit of a kick to get to get his shorts off to. He had been all to familiar with this action, he had been doing it since he was a
Little kid. But why did it feel this strange this time? He couldn't stop thinking about Rex.
He had no luck with women. They all accused him of being a twerp, a liar and a cheater; qualities that weren't attractive in a relationship. He really cared for what happened to the other boy. In Weevil's eyes they were soul mates, they could iron out each other's flaws and have a little fun, do the things that even girls would find to much. But that
Wasn't the point. Weevil needed a shower, badly. Catching bugs made him smell terrible. His stench began to make him a little woozier. But with Rex and the shower
In mind it only acted in a way to drug his mind further into an alternate state.
Weevil flung his glasses off into the sink and kicked himself out of his undergarments to avoid any further tightening in the pants. He ran like mad into the shower. The turned on the hot water and then the cold. As the water began to warm to his body, he reached for a bar of soap and leaned back onto the wall of the shower just letting the water hit his chest. He sighed and slid down into a position in which he sat. Sat and stared. Sat and stared at the bar of soap.
"Why must this be so danm hard to do?"
Meanwhile Rex had come back into his summer house that rested on the front of the lake. He sensed a cold coming on. He didn't think much of it, it was that time of the
Year; the time when everyone gets sick. He shuffled into his room and slammed the door. He flopped down backwards onto his bed. Sweat was dribbling down his face. He
Closed his eyes and thought to him self that it would pass. Or maybe if he drifted off into a deep sleep it would all be over with.
That's exactly what happened. He found himself parallel to his reality in what seemed to be paradise. It didn't last long though. Rex popped out of his sheets and crouched into a little ball. He was completely covered in sweat and had hard time breathing. He clasped his hand to his throat and began to wheeze.
Nobody was home so he did what was the most immune to him. He picked up the phone and selected the first number on speed dial. The ring tones were an eternity to him. With each sound he was loosing more air until his nose began to bleed. Finally the voice on the other end answered.
"What the hell are you calling me for at this hour of the night?"
Rex fumbled with the phone until it dropped into his sweat covered sheets. He picked up the phone only to hear Weevil's raspy, moody voice.
"Listen, I can track this call ya know!"
"Weevil... I'm not fe-elli-ng very..."
"Rex!?!"
Rex began to wheeze and blood was dripping onto his boxers and chest.
"Are you okay?"
"Listen, just co-me over as so-on as you can..."
Hope ya liked this. More to come. Possibly a sequel. R&R! Love ya! Peace! ^_^