Disclaimer: I do not own /Megaman Battle Network.
Warning: Incredibly heavy innuendo, shonen-ai, bafflement of net programs and the like.
Games
Oneshot
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"Oh yeah...!"
"No, dammit, no, I have to be first!"
"Oh no you don't, it's my time to shine..." Netto mumbled, halfheartedly. Granted, his attention was on other, more pressing matters.
"But you finished on top last time," complained an increasingly weary Enzan, curling his toes in concentration. The tension was building, the end was near and goddamnit, he knew what he wanted.
"And is it a law that I have to let you?" Netto questioned. "You don't have the stamina you used to."
And so silence ensued, punctuated by a few grunts and competitive noises, Netto's bed squeaking beneath them as they readjusted themselves into ideal positions and angles of attack.
"Yes, yes, yes... oh come on, just a little more... yes, yes, yes, ye-NO!" Enzan smacked his own head. "Dammit," he muttered, sinking backward into the mattress.
"I win," Netto proclaimed loud and proud, thrusting a victorious hand into the air. "Shirt off, Enzan."
The two toned-haired boy consented, letting it fall to the floor as Blues complained of the direction the afternoon was taking. Enzan raised his hands over his shoulders, pulling his black and yellow long sleeved tee shirt off from the bottom up.
"You know, sometimes I hate our games of Strip Netbattling," he complained, shivering from the cold of the air conditioner not six feet away. "You always win."
"I know, I've just got a winning personality," Netto grinned ear to ear, moving both PETs to his computer desk so they could recharge. He tackled the older boy into sheets, smirking. "See? I always get what I want."
"Two can play at that game," Enzan said confidently, flipping them over so that he was on top of the brown-haired boy. "I think it's time for a rematch."
"You're on!"
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As usual, my brain takes an innocent picture and completely distorts it. ; Oh my.