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By: JC Maxwell-Yuy
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JC: Whoo hoo! Another IrvinexVan story! I'm a genius!
Van: As of now, your doujinshi supply shall be official cut off!
JC: Aw, Van. Just because I get ideas from them... and believe me... (sighs)
Van: No more! No more! I can't take it!
Irvine: But you can't complain... after all... smut is smut. (grins) And making love is making love.
Van: (turns bright red) BUT! BUT... it's... an invasion of privacy!
Irvine: Has that ever stopped JC before?
Van: No. (pouts)
JC: I never knew Van was so sensitive about this issue.
Irvine: He just needs to realize that there's nothing to be embarrassed about.
JC: You would know that, now wouldn't you, you exhibitionist?
Irvine: I take pride in my body and size. (winks)
JC: And I'm sure Van does too. (smirks)
Irvine: So... (Nervously)
JC: I don't own Zoids... (Sighs unhappily) or its characters... or Van's sexy stomach... and I never will.
Van: Someone out there loves me.
JC: Get in the French Maid outfit, now!
Van: But I don't want to!
JC: Irvine!
Irvine: That outfit turns me on.
Van: This is insulting. (Stomps off to change)
JC: Enjoy!
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The planet Zi had been in a constant state of war for decades. During this war, many businessmen became rich by selling weapons and ammunition to the opposing sides. Recently, a cease-fire had been called, yet both sides were secretly gathering their forces to attack. This was very profitable for the weapons dealers... especially for the one associated with the Republic.
And that was life, as Van Flyheight knew it. Since his parents died, he grew up with his older sister until their home in the Wind Colony was destroyed in a battle. Now he was working as a maid in the mansion of Irvine, the most respected and wealthiest weapons dealer and Zoid pilot on the side of the Republic.
However, Van was not really happy with his situation. It seemed that Irvine only employed women when he looked for household staff (and this was the only job that had reasonable pay that they could get at their age, with free board too). His sister managed to smuggle him in as a girl, so now, he sat in the kitchen eating breakfast dressed in a black dress and an apron. What's more, he hated the little hats that all staff members were required to wear. He thought he looked ridiculous.
It was also house knowledge that Irvine had a thing for pretty girls, so Van's sister made it a point to make sure her little 'sister' went nowhere near their employer.
Van sighed, and placed his dishes in the sink. The cook, Moonbay, clucked her tongue as she stirred whatever was in the large pot on the stove.
"Oh dear." Moonbay sighed as she stirred some vegetables into the pot. "We're out of cabbage and celery. Maria, be a dear and go and get some from the market! I need them to make dinner tonight!"
"All right! All right!" Van's sister hurried from her corner of the kitchen where she'd been mopping. After kissing Van on the cheek, she hurried out the door with a basket and some money.
"Poor girl. And it couldn't have been a worse day to run out of food." Moonbay shook her head.
"How come?" Van asked.
"Oh, sweetie, it's just that Thursdays are the worst days to go to the market. The lines and the crowds are just horrendous." Moonbay replied as the buzzer in the kitchen rang.
"Breakfast will be right up sir!" Moonbay called over the intercom as she wiped her hands on her apron. "Be a dear, since Fine's sick, and take Irvine up his breakfast tray."
"Uh... sure." Van said as the older girl thrust the silver tray loaded with eggs, bacon, coffee and toast into his arms. Trying to walk straight, Van staggered from the room and entered the foyer, trying to balance the heavy tray on his arm like he'd Fine and his sister do on so many occasions.
As he started up the stairs, Van mused about his master. He'd only seen him several times, but always from the back. His sister went to great lengths to make it so that he'd never have to wait on Irvine personally. However... now... the boy sighed and knocked on the door at the end of the hall.
"Come in." A deep voice replied. Van slowly opened the door and nearly dropped the tray.
Irvine lay in the four poster bed at one end of the room, clad only in a very thin white silk robe... and from the way his legs were spread apart, Van was pretty sure that was all he was wearing.
"Ahem." Irvine grunted. Van shook off his momentary... shock, if that's what you want to call it, and hurried over to the bedside with the tray.
"..." Irvine ignored the food and stared at Van really hard. Van's face flushed bright red from the intense stare Irvine was giving him that he didn't notice the coffeepot slowly sliding off the tray until a loud crash broke the silence.
For a few seconds, neither said anything. Van set the tray on the edge of the bed and began sopping up the liquid that had spilled all over the floor muttering apologies. The whole time, Irvine watched, amused and curious.
Van finished wiping the last of the liquid up and stood up, but then, he knocked the rest of the tray over, which had been balancing precariously on the edge of the bed until... well...
"I'm so sorry sir!" Van said, as he struggled to pick up the broken dishes. Van didn't even want to look at Irvine, just the thought of what Irvine was thinking about him at the moment was just... unbearable. But...
"AHAHAHAHAHAHA!" The man started laughing. Van scrambled to gather the escaped bacon and now broken yolks, bending over and in doing so, gave Irvine a good view up his skirt.
"I'll get you another breakfast... sir?" Van said with his back to Irvine. There was a long silence.
"SIR?!" Squeaked Van as he felt his skirt suddenly flicked up.
'Oh no... this is it... he... how...?' thoughts raced through Van's head as Irvine 'ahemed'.
"Ahem."
"..."
"AHEM!"
"Oh! Sir?" Van said, turning and looking at the floor.
"You're male." Irvine said, and flicked up Van's skirt again to be sure.
"Yes sir." Van replied, cheeks flaming.
Irvine muttered something that sounded vaguely like 'what to do' and suddenly the phone near the bedside rang. As Irvine answered, Van made a move for the door. He might have succeeded in getting way had Irvine not had a firm grip on the hem of his apron.
"Yes... I understand. And the ammunition you require?" Irvine said, and absently began to stroke Van's crotch area. Van's face turned an interesting shade of pink and was about to pull Irvine's hand away when the man pulled him onto the bed.
To Be Continued
By: JC Maxwell-Yuy
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JC: Whoo hoo! Another IrvinexVan story! I'm a genius!
Van: As of now, your doujinshi supply shall be official cut off!
JC: Aw, Van. Just because I get ideas from them... and believe me... (sighs)
Van: No more! No more! I can't take it!
Irvine: But you can't complain... after all... smut is smut. (grins) And making love is making love.
Van: (turns bright red) BUT! BUT... it's... an invasion of privacy!
Irvine: Has that ever stopped JC before?
Van: No. (pouts)
JC: I never knew Van was so sensitive about this issue.
Irvine: He just needs to realize that there's nothing to be embarrassed about.
JC: You would know that, now wouldn't you, you exhibitionist?
Irvine: I take pride in my body and size. (winks)
JC: And I'm sure Van does too. (smirks)
Irvine: So... (Nervously)
JC: I don't own Zoids... (Sighs unhappily) or its characters... or Van's sexy stomach... and I never will.
Van: Someone out there loves me.
JC: Get in the French Maid outfit, now!
Van: But I don't want to!
JC: Irvine!
Irvine: That outfit turns me on.
Van: This is insulting. (Stomps off to change)
JC: Enjoy!
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The planet Zi had been in a constant state of war for decades. During this war, many businessmen became rich by selling weapons and ammunition to the opposing sides. Recently, a cease-fire had been called, yet both sides were secretly gathering their forces to attack. This was very profitable for the weapons dealers... especially for the one associated with the Republic.
And that was life, as Van Flyheight knew it. Since his parents died, he grew up with his older sister until their home in the Wind Colony was destroyed in a battle. Now he was working as a maid in the mansion of Irvine, the most respected and wealthiest weapons dealer and Zoid pilot on the side of the Republic.
However, Van was not really happy with his situation. It seemed that Irvine only employed women when he looked for household staff (and this was the only job that had reasonable pay that they could get at their age, with free board too). His sister managed to smuggle him in as a girl, so now, he sat in the kitchen eating breakfast dressed in a black dress and an apron. What's more, he hated the little hats that all staff members were required to wear. He thought he looked ridiculous.
It was also house knowledge that Irvine had a thing for pretty girls, so Van's sister made it a point to make sure her little 'sister' went nowhere near their employer.
Van sighed, and placed his dishes in the sink. The cook, Moonbay, clucked her tongue as she stirred whatever was in the large pot on the stove.
"Oh dear." Moonbay sighed as she stirred some vegetables into the pot. "We're out of cabbage and celery. Maria, be a dear and go and get some from the market! I need them to make dinner tonight!"
"All right! All right!" Van's sister hurried from her corner of the kitchen where she'd been mopping. After kissing Van on the cheek, she hurried out the door with a basket and some money.
"Poor girl. And it couldn't have been a worse day to run out of food." Moonbay shook her head.
"How come?" Van asked.
"Oh, sweetie, it's just that Thursdays are the worst days to go to the market. The lines and the crowds are just horrendous." Moonbay replied as the buzzer in the kitchen rang.
"Breakfast will be right up sir!" Moonbay called over the intercom as she wiped her hands on her apron. "Be a dear, since Fine's sick, and take Irvine up his breakfast tray."
"Uh... sure." Van said as the older girl thrust the silver tray loaded with eggs, bacon, coffee and toast into his arms. Trying to walk straight, Van staggered from the room and entered the foyer, trying to balance the heavy tray on his arm like he'd Fine and his sister do on so many occasions.
As he started up the stairs, Van mused about his master. He'd only seen him several times, but always from the back. His sister went to great lengths to make it so that he'd never have to wait on Irvine personally. However... now... the boy sighed and knocked on the door at the end of the hall.
"Come in." A deep voice replied. Van slowly opened the door and nearly dropped the tray.
Irvine lay in the four poster bed at one end of the room, clad only in a very thin white silk robe... and from the way his legs were spread apart, Van was pretty sure that was all he was wearing.
"Ahem." Irvine grunted. Van shook off his momentary... shock, if that's what you want to call it, and hurried over to the bedside with the tray.
"..." Irvine ignored the food and stared at Van really hard. Van's face flushed bright red from the intense stare Irvine was giving him that he didn't notice the coffeepot slowly sliding off the tray until a loud crash broke the silence.
For a few seconds, neither said anything. Van set the tray on the edge of the bed and began sopping up the liquid that had spilled all over the floor muttering apologies. The whole time, Irvine watched, amused and curious.
Van finished wiping the last of the liquid up and stood up, but then, he knocked the rest of the tray over, which had been balancing precariously on the edge of the bed until... well...
"I'm so sorry sir!" Van said, as he struggled to pick up the broken dishes. Van didn't even want to look at Irvine, just the thought of what Irvine was thinking about him at the moment was just... unbearable. But...
"AHAHAHAHAHAHA!" The man started laughing. Van scrambled to gather the escaped bacon and now broken yolks, bending over and in doing so, gave Irvine a good view up his skirt.
"I'll get you another breakfast... sir?" Van said with his back to Irvine. There was a long silence.
"SIR?!" Squeaked Van as he felt his skirt suddenly flicked up.
'Oh no... this is it... he... how...?' thoughts raced through Van's head as Irvine 'ahemed'.
"Ahem."
"..."
"AHEM!"
"Oh! Sir?" Van said, turning and looking at the floor.
"You're male." Irvine said, and flicked up Van's skirt again to be sure.
"Yes sir." Van replied, cheeks flaming.
Irvine muttered something that sounded vaguely like 'what to do' and suddenly the phone near the bedside rang. As Irvine answered, Van made a move for the door. He might have succeeded in getting way had Irvine not had a firm grip on the hem of his apron.
"Yes... I understand. And the ammunition you require?" Irvine said, and absently began to stroke Van's crotch area. Van's face turned an interesting shade of pink and was about to pull Irvine's hand away when the man pulled him onto the bed.
To Be Continued