Nothing but complete and utter insanity. I swear, I'm sober! For once! Maybe it's my nicotine and caffeine deprivation for the day. Oh, well.
In response to Gingitsune's challenge.
Don't blame me. I need coffee and cigarettes, and I'm writing. You expect sanity to come from my fingers? HAH!
PG-13 for language and innuendo.
Lost and Cold
"Tell me again how we got lost in our own home."
"You're the one who doesn't know the way back!"
"And who dragged me out here, claiming they knew exactly where they were and not to worry? Hmmm? I'm waiting, Cale."
"Fine! I fucked up! You want to hear it? I did. I'm a moron. Happy now?"
"No."
"WHY THE FUCK NOT?"
"We're still lost."
*sweatdrop* "I'm going to hurt you."
The two Masho had successfully managed to completely and utterly get lost in their own Netherrealm castle. The white-haired, purple-eyed, spider-loving Dais
was, for some insane reason, dressed in nothing but a pink leather g-string. Cale was wandering up and down the halls, trying to figure out which way led
back to the kitchen. They were hungry, cold and tired. That, and very pissed at each other. Which was nothing new, really, but the whole g-string incident
had Dais fuming out his ears.
"Why do I trust you?" Dais asked, half rhetorically.
"Cause ya love me!" Cale grinned at his lover as he walked back over, pulling the blonde into his arms and hugging him. Dais merely raised one pale brow. He
was rather cold, though, so he didn't move from the warmth of Cale's embrace. He gave up and sighed into the shock of blue hair as he wrapped his arms around
Cale in return.
"I got an idea."
"What?" Dais asked warily. The last two times his lover had said that, the results had been him wearing this damned peice of pink leather and them being
lost.
"I know how to keep you warm."
"You do, eh?"
"Hai!"
And with that, all was quiet. Except the occasional moan. Or squeal. Or any of the other odd noises Dais makes while getting fucked.
the end.
I told you. Please review! Even if you just want to tell me I should be locked away in a padded room. Which I would agree with. Padded rooms are FUN!
In response to Gingitsune's challenge.
Don't blame me. I need coffee and cigarettes, and I'm writing. You expect sanity to come from my fingers? HAH!
PG-13 for language and innuendo.
Lost and Cold
"Tell me again how we got lost in our own home."
"You're the one who doesn't know the way back!"
"And who dragged me out here, claiming they knew exactly where they were and not to worry? Hmmm? I'm waiting, Cale."
"Fine! I fucked up! You want to hear it? I did. I'm a moron. Happy now?"
"No."
"WHY THE FUCK NOT?"
"We're still lost."
*sweatdrop* "I'm going to hurt you."
The two Masho had successfully managed to completely and utterly get lost in their own Netherrealm castle. The white-haired, purple-eyed, spider-loving Dais
was, for some insane reason, dressed in nothing but a pink leather g-string. Cale was wandering up and down the halls, trying to figure out which way led
back to the kitchen. They were hungry, cold and tired. That, and very pissed at each other. Which was nothing new, really, but the whole g-string incident
had Dais fuming out his ears.
"Why do I trust you?" Dais asked, half rhetorically.
"Cause ya love me!" Cale grinned at his lover as he walked back over, pulling the blonde into his arms and hugging him. Dais merely raised one pale brow. He
was rather cold, though, so he didn't move from the warmth of Cale's embrace. He gave up and sighed into the shock of blue hair as he wrapped his arms around
Cale in return.
"I got an idea."
"What?" Dais asked warily. The last two times his lover had said that, the results had been him wearing this damned peice of pink leather and them being
lost.
"I know how to keep you warm."
"You do, eh?"
"Hai!"
And with that, all was quiet. Except the occasional moan. Or squeal. Or any of the other odd noises Dais makes while getting fucked.
the end.
I told you. Please review! Even if you just want to tell me I should be locked away in a padded room. Which I would agree with. Padded rooms are FUN!