Love in the Closet
Chapter 1: So This Is How it All Began
A/N: So this is my first FanFic. I really hope you bros enjoy this because I really enjoy writing it. So without further ado, here it is.
Marshmallow was passing back the tests during his Algebra class. Cinnamon Buns smirked smugly when he saw that he'd finally received a B- on a test. He couldn't wait to bring it home to show his mother. On the opposite side of the portable sat Peaches, who did some weirdo shrug-twitch gesture when he received a mediocre grade as well. C+. Oh well, thought Peaches. Better luck next time. And he went back to his usual pastime of daydreaming of his sweet Cream who sat no more than four desks away from him. He sighed with longing.
When he was through passing back the tests, Marshmallow resumed his seat behind Edward, in front of Bella, to the right of Rosalie, and to the left of Carlisle. He always felt lucky to sit near such pretty people. How he longed for just a lick or two—or seven. Alas, none of them, male or female, were within his league.
The lunch bell rang and every pupil's head snapped up at the prospect of sustenance. Cinnamon Buns locked eyes with Marshmallow, who nodded slowly, dramatically. It was time. A soft maniacal chortle escaped from Marshmallow's lips, but no one seemed to hear. Not even precious Peaches. He was so oblivious when Cinnamon Buns slunk out of the room. But Peaches wasn't worrying about CB. Only Cream filled the empty hollow of his head. He swore, the instant they were both of age they'd get married. And when he found another woman, he'd marry her as well and many more after that. Spread his seed all over the nation. No. Scratch that—the universe! And all the other universes, even if they were governed by another supreme being.
However, before Peaches could even utter the name "Cream," Marshmallow grabbed him by the wrist rather roughly and smiled into his strange eyes. Marshmallow knew just how to win Peaches's heart. Seduction.
"Come eat lunch with me, you hunk of looove," Marshmallow breathed into Peaches's ear.
Peaches felt something deep within him stir, but he ignored it. "Okay, sure thing, Marshmallow," he said in his usual annoyingly chipper voice.
"Cinnamon Buns is waiting for us. Let's not be late," responded Marshmallow as if he'd rehearsed this moment a hundred and twenty-two times over.
Commence the fun.
"Where are we meeting Cinnamon Buns?" asked Peaches as they walked right on past the cafeteria, receiving questioning looks from the people at his table. He shrugged off their boorishness. If only the other two would go away so he could sit with his beloved Cream. Oh how he craved better times like those.
"The janitor's closet. I've been told you have a prowess for lock picking."
They walked down a sketchy corridor where that feeling came over Peaches again. Only now he could put his finger on just what it was—lust!
And not for Cream.
For Marshmallow and Cinnamon Buns. He wanted to get to know them more. He wanted to touch them. He wanted to fuck them so hard he couldn't contain himself any longer.
So when they finally rounded the corner to the janitor closet, Peaches did something very unlike himself. He did something spontaneous and unpredictable. Looking over both shoulders to make sure no one was coming, he yanked down his pants, not bothering to fumble with the zipper. In his pants he always kept something he could pick locks with. He stepped out of his underwear and kicked them aside. (He didn't notice Marshmallow picked them up and pressed them to his face, drinking in their musty and virgin-like smell.) With only a few forward thrusts, he managed to pick the lock and break into the closet.
Sitting there butt-naked covered only by a pile of rags was Cinnamon Buns. And damn, did he look scrumptious to Peaches all slathered up with body lotion and butter, his eyebrows plucked to perfection. Dare he think that the room smelt delicious and sexy and naughty?
"It's about time you two got here," crooned CB, in a husky voice.