Guys, I am so disappoint. There is almost NO Pekoponian Yaoi in the Fandom! I've taken the liberty of writing the first Fuyuki/Saburo excerpt in order to inspire you all to make more Yaoi goodness.
"Nee-chan." Fuyuki sighed irritably, opening the door to the house as he toed off his shoes, kicking them to the side as he locked the door behind him with some difficulty, having a plastic bag filled with today's spoils in one hand and his cell in the other, speaking to his sister on the phone. "I know you're worried about Saburo, but I'm sure he's perfectly fine." Fuyuki wanted very much to just hang up on his sister, but he knew dealing with her now rather than having her barging in on him and his 'visitor' would be much rather avoided.
She continued to fret, it was too bad that Koyuki didn't have a phone and couldn't take the bulk of Natsumi's frantic worrying for him, forcing him to listen to her drone on and on. After all, Saburo was so, so close to asking her to be his girlfriend! (Sarcasm dripped from Fuyuki's inner voice.)
Fuyuki wanted to laugh, like hell that was going to happen. When would Natsumi get over this stupid middle school crush of hers? She'd been hoping and hoping all through high school, and through his disappearance during his college years, and when he returned, she'd almost instantly latched onto him.
As Angol Moi's would say; Could you say, stalker?
Memory of the preppy alien girl brought forth a flood of unwanted memories, causing the young man to sigh internally. He made his excuses, told her his dinner was looking a little too good to be left alone much longer as he set his lone bag down on the kitchen table, and hung up when they bade goodbyes.
Just in time too, it looked like the ropes that kept Saburo-senpai tied to the table had been starting to come loose.
"Nee-chan misses you lots." He mentioned to the silver-haired man bent over his dinner table, his ankles strapped to the heavy legs and his wrists' bound together by soft leather cuffs which were chained to the other side of the tables' legs, the same uniform grey, pleated skirt his sister had worn during their school days now around Saburo's waist, short then on her, it just barely concealed Saburo's most intimate parts now, made complete with white thigh high socks in which a little remote was tucked, the operational end pressed into Saburo's tight hole. The midnight haired other tightened his bindings, and pulled off the bar-gag he'd put on Saburo. His breathing was hard as saliva spilt from his lips. "Nn! C-cruel...Y-you're cruel..." Saburo gasped in that oh so sensual voice of his.
"Hm, but I suppose you enjoy that about me, huh?" Fuyuki softly pressed his lips to the once rebels own, who instantly returned it.
Saburo pulled away, gasping as Fuyuki wretched the controller up a few notches. "L-love iiit~!" He whined lowly, forehead to the table as his hips jutted up slightly, wanting so much to feel the ache of true love-making.
Fuyuki wanted to laugh, so this is what Kululu so enjoyed? He could see why the yellow frog had adored making people feel small, it was a nice power trip for powerless people.
He leaned close, reaching into his unmarked plastic bag, mostly filled with things that didn't include food items. "Hmm, senpai? Where should I begin?" He asked the moaning mess of a man, so lost in his pleasure he couldn't reply.
The coming hours promised them both much fun.
Short and sweet, that's all folks!