The music in the red air ship played throughout the entire vessel. It had an upbeat rhythm, sending the entire ship shaking and buzzing every time the bass played. Svartacus danced as he prepared each room for that night. Everything had to be perfect, just for Robbie. Svartacus couldn't help but think about Robbie. I'm sure no one's ever prepared as much as I have for him. Tonight shall be one night he won't forget.
The music boomed on. Svartacus twirled in circles gracefully, careful not to bump into furniture. Of course, I'm sure no one's ever invited him to anything. Robbie probably did everything wrong possible in one moment and shunned on the spot. The poor Kitten. Coined evil at the expense of an accident. Svartacus twirled the plates on his fingers as he brought them to the table. The porcelain white surfaces shimmered in the faint light. Che. I'm not surprised. Humans are such fickle beings. One mistake, and you are shunned like rotten meat covered in maggots.
"Silverware!"
Above the table, compartments opened. Two large, metal arms placed two sets of silverware in the proper settings by the plate; fork on the left by itself, spoon and knife on the right. Svartacus grabbed two of his finest wine glasses and danced his way to the table. To be accepted, one must be perfect, perfect in physic, actions and personality. Being different, it's an enigma, a mystery the "normal" ones refuse to explore.
Svartacus placed each glass down carefully. The music rang in his ears. They twitched, absorbing the beats and sounds the music radiated. The final thing Svartacus needed for the table at the moment was the center piece. He quickly made his way to a back room. Inside, a bush of red roses grew. A sweet fragrance filled the air with great intensity, engulfing Svartacus in a pool of flower perfume. Carefully, Svartacus snipped off one of the many perfect roses.
For a small while, he stared at it. The deep crimson of each petal made Svartacus remember his pain, suffering and humiliation. His childhood revolved around those three words in its entirety. Each time he thought about it, Svartacus growled. Pathetic "perfect" creatures. They're scared of anything that might disprove what they believe as right. They're scared of anything that might be different and be greater than anything they have or believe. Close minded fools. That's why they shun what's different. That's why they shun others. That's why they shunned Robbie. They're scared. They're scared that Robbie might actually be better than what they think; that he might actually be a little different than them. Svartacus took the rose and placed it inside a beautiful, crystal vase, water trickling in the bottom. He pet the petals softly. The smooth texture made him think of Robbie's skin. My poor Kitten.
"Svartacus, sir."
Svartacus's eyes didn't leave the flower, "Cortana."
"Robbie is out and about, sir. I thought you might want to know."
"Thank you, Cortana."
Svartacus looked up from the flower. His face was hard, concentrated in thought. Turning, Svartacus walked briskly to a circle in the floor. Standing on it, he lifted his face to the ceiling.
"Up."
The circle levitated upwards, pushing him towards the ceiling. A door in the ceiling rotated open as Svartacus came closer to it. A slightly cold breeze whisked into the ship. Svartacus never flinched.
Soon, he was on top of his air ship. The bright sun beat down on his bronze colored skin and the breeze blew through his brown hair. Svartacus sat down on the front tip of the ship. He could see everything below him. The children were playing, the trees were slightly swaying. Svartacus smirked at his keen eye sight. At night, he needed the spy glass, which he hated and swore he'd improve in that area. But during the day, Svartacus didn't need anything. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's.
"What's my little Kitten up to today?"
It didn't take long for Svartacus to spot his kitten hiding behind a large tree near the playground.
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Robbie peeked around the side of the tree. The kids where laughing as they played softball. It reminded him of the time he tried to hit the ball farther than Sportacus. That was not a good day. Robbie had gotten beat pretty bad, and by Sportacus for that matter. The thought of seeing Sportacus today made Robbie cringe. Sportacus was the last person he wanted to see, for now.
Robbie watched as Stephanie threw the ball to second. I hope she'll help me. He shook with nervousness. Robbie didn't know how Stephanie, or any of the kids, would react to him anymore. Sometimes, it was good; sometimes it was bad. Robbie hoped today would be good. All right. Here goes…Robbie stepped out from behind the tree.
"Hey! Pinkie!"
Stephanie turned to the voice, "Huh?"
Robbie waved when she looked in his direction, "Yeah, you. Steph! Can…can you come here for a second?"
"Sure, Robbie!"
Stephanie trotted towards Robbie with a smile. She didn't know what he wanted, but Robbie didn't seem angry or anything. Maybe he wanted to play! Robbie let out the air he had been holding. That wasn't so hard. When she finally got to Robbie, Stephanie gave him a large smile.
"Yes, Robbie?"
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Sportacus sat at the front of his pilot seat looking all over LazyTown. Everyone seemed to be ok. No one was in danger. How about the kids? Are they playing? Sportacus surveyed downtown LazyTown. Nope, not there. He quickly glanced at each house. Nope. They must be at the playground! Sportacus's eyes shot to the playground. The sight of the children playing made him smile with pride. He had done well. However, Sportacus was quick to notice Stephanie missing.
"Huh. Where'd she go?"
It didn't take long for Sportacus to spot the little pink girl. She was next to the tree talking with…with Robbie? Sportacus's face brightened. I can talk to Robbie! It's a nice day. He couldn't possibly be in a bad mood, especially if he's talking with the children! Sportacus darted up and ran to the door.
Svartacus's mustache twitched, causing him to look directly at Sportacus's air ship. He scowled deeply. Stupid little imp. Svartacus's eyes glowed a bright red as he watched the blue air ship. His ears twitched once and the air ship made a bright, quick flash and was silent.
Sportacus skidded to a stop before his door and smiled widely.
"Door!"
Nothing happened.
"Huh? Door!"
Still nothing.
"DOOR!"
The door did nothing. It was as silent as something that had been left for dead. Sportacus stared at his door. His eyes were wide with shock. Sportacus ran to the circle in his floor. Once on top of it, he yelled.
"Down!"
The circle didn't move. Sportacus started beating on the circle. Why won't anything WORK? He darted up and started beating on the door. I need to talk to Robbie! Sportacus ran to the window. Robbie was still talking with Stephanie. He needed to get down there now! He ran back and beat on the door again. No! This isn't HAPPENING!
Svartacus smirked. He shook his head. Oh, how inconsiderate of me. I've been so rude. He needs company. Svartacus's eyes glowed red again, and he raised his right pointer finger to Sportacus's ship. The tip sparked. Svartacus lowered his finger again and laughed. He returned his attention to Robbie below.
Sportacus kept pounding on the door, "No! Robbie!"
Harder and harder he pounded, his eyes welling up with tears. Sportacus never cried. Never. But this time, Sportacus was having troubles holding them in. Slowly, he started to sink to the flower. Loud sobs formed from his mouth, and Sportacus pressed his forehead against the cold metal of the door. He shook hard as he tried to suppress the sobs and tears. Why is this happening? Oh god, Robbie…
Sportacus's eyes popped open at a strange sound. What…What was that? Sportacus looked at his pilot seat. The sound came again. It was a strange hissing sound. He'd never heard it up there before. Sportacus rose and slowly walked towards the pilot seat. The closer he got, the louder the sound became. Once he reached the chair, Sportacus bent over slightly to see what was there.
A large, sleek head shot at him, fangs bared. Sportacus shot backwards in a yelp, falling to the ground. Crawling backwards a few feet, Sportacus's eyes shot wide and he saw his invader. A large, hooded cobra slithered over the top of the pilot's seat quickly. Its hood spread out wide, flashing the dark red and black eye-like markings painted over it.
Sportacus stood up quickly as it came towards him quickly. He needed something to protect himself with. The cobra lunged at Sportacus's hip. Sportacus dodge it in time, watching the venom drip off the exposed fangs. The snake turned quickly and nearly bit Sportacus, dashing from side to side. Sportacus could hardly think. Think, idiot! Think! A tennis racket! Yeah, that's it!
Sportacus darted in front of his pilot's chair, waiting for the attack. The cobra lunged at him with intense aggression. Sportacus darted to the side, watching as the snake's fangs sunk into the seat. The cobra tried to pull back, but the sharp teeth were caught in the fabric. Sportacus made a dash to his sports equipment compartment, kicking the open button hard. Just like the others, the door didn't open.
"WHAT??"
Sportacus kicked it repeatedly, getting frantic. It wouldn't budge or even make a sound. Slowly, Sportacus backed away from it. His eyes were wide and he shook hard. This…This can't be happening. The sound of fabric tearing caught Sportacus's attention. The cobra had torn itself free. It stared at Sportacus, slowly slithering its way to him.
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"You want me to help?"
Robbie gulped, "Yeah…"
"With what?"
"With…choosing something…"
Stephanie cocked her head to the side, "Like what?"
"Clothing for…a date…"
Stephanie's face brightened. Robbie? Robbie's going out on a date? How wonderful! Good for him! And what made it better that he was coming to HER for help on what to wear!
"Of course I'll help, Robbie! Come on! Let's go see what you have!"
Robbie smiled in relief, "O-Okay…"
Stephanie took Robbie's hand and tugged him along. She was excited and Robbie could tell. He was glad he asked her. No one else would have wanted to help. Maybe this wouldn't be so hard after all.
Svartacus smiled as he watched Robbie giggle along side of Stephanie. The image of Robbie getting along with children gave him ideas. It made Svartacus want some little ones when Robbie was his. He shook his head. That can be decided later. Svartacus watched as Robbie disappeared down the pipe with Stephanie. All right. I guess play time is over. Svartacus raised his finger to Sportacus's air ship again, and it sparked brightly.
The cobra coiled back, ready to strike. Sportacus's mind was swimming. I guess…I guess this is it. He raised his arms in front of his head, hiding his face in his shoulder. The cobra threw itself at Sportacus in a loud hiss, fangs oozing with the venom. A bright flash filled the room and Sportacus peeked under his arm and scanned the room. The cobra was gone.
Sportacus ran to the window, panting and frantically looking for Robbie again. He found the tree he had been standing by. Robbie was gone. Sportacus panted deeper, pressing his forehead against the glass. No…way…He turned around, pressing his back against the glass. Slowly, Sportacus sunk down to a sitting position. What was going on? The question echoed through his mind. Sportacus looked at his hands. They were shaking hard. Sportacus slowly started to sob and soon wept bitterly. He put his hands on the back of his head, his chin pressed hard against his chest.
Svartacus stood up, smirking as he watched Sportacus's air ship. This is just the beginning, Little Brother. Only the beginning.
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"Okay, Robbie! Let's see what you've got in this closet of yours!"
Stephanie pulled back the doors to Robbie's closest, giggling. Robbie blinked. Maybe she's having a little too much fun with this. She started to page through each article of clothing. Some things were odd, some things cool. However, Stephanie couldn't find anything real suitable for a date. A dark colored piece of clothing caught her eye. Pulling it half into the light, she squinted as she examined the soft cloth. It was soft, some of it furry.
"Oh, what's this?"
"What?"
Stephanie pulled out Robbie's pimp jacket, "Pretty!"
"Hey, now. You just put that-"
Stephanie slid on the jacket, striking a few poses. It was surprisingly light, but thick enough to keep the wearer warm in the coldest of weather. Robbie rolled his eyes. He had forgotten how much little girls liked to play 'dress up.' Once Stephanie was done, she hung it back up carefully.
"Oooo, what's this?"
"Now what?"
She pulled out his leather suit, "Wow!"
"…"
"This has got to be some high quality leather! Ya know? The leather that stretches to fit, so you buy one size smaller!"
"…"
Stephanie looked at Robbie, "You've got the coolest stuff!"
Robbie blushed behind his blank stare, "Yeah. I know."
She giggled as she put it back. Further accessing the closet, there was only one conclusion that Stephanie could make. Robbie needed some more dress clothes. Well, he needed new clothes period. She turned and faced Robbie, hands behind her back.
"Robbie, there is no hope in this closet."
"So what do we do?"
"There's only one thing we can do."
Robbie watched her expression and knew exactly what she meant, "You mean…"
"Robbie…It's time to go shopping."
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Svartacus pulled on his black pants, smiling. They perfectly fit, clinging to his curves like leather, but soft and formal like dress pants. Sticking one hand in his pocket, Svartacus examined himself in the mirror. He hadn't gotten to his shirt yet. His bare chest shined in the faint light. Svartacus pushed his face to the side and stroked his chin. Smirking, he nodded.
"Hm."
Svartacus grabbed his white, long sleeved shirt off his chair. Slowly, each of his arms was covered with the cloth of the shirt, and he began to button the shirt closed. Svartacus stared at his reflection in the mirror as his shirt began to close, focusing. His goal that night was to make Robbie happy and show him the great life he could have with Svartacus instead of with the humans that hurt him so much. The closer to the top button Svartacus got, the slower the shirt closed. He stopped at the button that was second under the collar. The opening allowed just enough skin to show, a bronze metal against a white sheet.
"Sir?"
"Cortana, is it time?"
"Yes, sir."
"Send it down."
Svartacus went to his den. The table was set, he just needed to grab one thing. Grabbing a silver bucket, Svartacus walked to a small, circular hole in the wall.
"Ice."
Ice cubes began to pour from the wall, stopping when the bucket was filled to his preferred amount. Smirking, Svartacus grabbed the bottle of his favorite red wine from under the table and placed it in the ice. He was ready, more than ready. Svartacus filled the two glasses with the wine. Leaving Robbie's glass on the table, he sat down in his brown leathered chair. Svartacus crossed his legs and took a short sip, closing his eyes and taking in the full extent of his liquor. Now, he just had to wait.
"GAH/clunk/"
Svartacus's eyes remained shut. Taking another sip of wine, he smiled. Ah, my guest has arrived. The sound of the door to his docking bay opened his crimson eyes. Once the door was completely open, Robbie clung to the side of the open doorway. He was panting, eyes wide. Svartacus giggled mentally. Such a skittish little thing.
"Welcome, love."
Robbie's eyes darted to Svartacus, and he nearly gasped when he saw him. All right, Robbie. This is it. Don't flub this up. Okay, just…go in. However, his hold on the wall didn't loosen. Svartacus giggled again, this time quietly.
"Nervous, love?"
Robbie pointed at Svartacus in an accusing manner, "YOU didn't tell me that you lived in an airship."
"And yet, you didn't ask, did you? Guess we are both at fault, aren't we? How was the trip up, then? Did Cortana see that you were in the best of comfort?"
Robbie blinked, "Huh?"
Cortana's holographic figure popped up from a disc in the floor giggling, "He was a little jumpy, sir. But I do say, he has the cutest little squeaks and whimpers when he's scared."
Svartacus only smiled at Robbie, his glass held in his hand.
Robbie blinked again, then pointing at her, "YOU need to learn to make better landings with that thing!"
Cortana giggled again, "It's not my fault you were so nervous that you fell out the side of the ship once it popped open."
"All right, that's enough, Cortana. You are excused til' I further need you."
Her holograph disappeared and Svartacus returned his attention to his little black finch. Svartacus rose, walking to Robbie and holding out his hand to grab. Robbie looked at the outstretched palm, but didn't move.
"That wall gets a little boring to cuddle, love. Why don't you come?"
Robbie slowly grabbed Svartacus's hand, letting go of the wall completely. Upon release, Svartacus pulled Robbie into him hard and wrapped his arms around Robbie's waist. A squeak of surprise escaped Robbie, and he blushed immediately from the gaze Svartacus gave him. Robbie smiled weakly. Everything about Svartacus was so…so intimidating, yet soothing and loveable. It excited Robbie.
"Care for a drink, love?"
"Y-yes, please."
Reluctantly, Svartacus released Robbie to retrieve the glass still on the table. Robbie surveyed the room. It had a cozy feeling, reminding Robbie of a fox den, full of browns, blacks and reds. Svartacus returned to Robbie with his glass. Robbie could smell the red fruit of the liquor already for it was quite strong.
Svartacus handed him the glass, "A deep red, it is. Flavor to its utmost power. A good wine is one that is left to age, one that is…left alone. The color deepens as it ages, as does the smell, taste, and texture. It hopes to attract the attention of some individual, hoping that its long years of aging and suffering have paid."
Robbie stared at Svartacus, unsure of what to say.
Svartacus turned, walking back to Robbie's chair, "Come, sit."
Robbie obeyed, walking to his seat. He didn't notice Svartacus eying him up and down. Stephanie had done quite well with Robbie for her age. Dark, dark denim jeans with a white dress top and black coat. Well done for a human brat. Robbie sat down. The single candle in the middle was lit. The light twinkled down the rose's petals.
"Ah, now. I do hope you are hungry."
Svartacus grabbed two bowls and placed one down on Robbie's plate. When Svartacus started to walk back to his seat, Robbie cocked his eyebrow. White peaches and cream? How…odd. Well, Robbie didn't like fruit, but he didn't think elves could have cream. He'd heard somewhere that it was intoxicating or something to them.
If that was true, why would Svartacus drink the cream? They had enough wine around. If he had wanted to get drunk or something, that'd be the way to do it. Robbie was highly confused, but slowly he shook it off. Svartacus had managed to surprise him before. Svartacus leaned back in his chair.
"I do realize you are one of the sweets kind and not of the fruit. However, you might make an exception. The white peach is among the sweetest fruits, possibly sweeter than candy. The cream brings it to its full potential. Plus, I know kittens like their cream."
Robbie smiled at Svartacus, slowly nodding. Well, maybe I could try…Taking a deep breath mentally, Robbie plunged his fork into his bowl and brought a piece of peach covered in cream to his mouth. You can do it…maybe it won't be so bad…He placed the fruit in his mouth, pulling it off the fork. The cream melted in Robbie's mouth and the cool fruit lingered on his tongue.
Robbie began to chew. The peach's flavor splashed over his taste buds and his eyes lit up in surprise. This peach thing…it was kinda good. Once the fruit slid down into his stomach, Robbie grabbed another peach and ate it. Svartacus drank from his glass, watching Robbie. Good Kitten. Svartacus took a peach and ate it, drinking in a spoonful of cream. He could feel Robbie's eyes watching him.
"Yes, my pet?"
Robbie jumped, "Huh?"
"I know you are curious to ask me something. What is it?"
"Well…don't elves get-"
"Tipsy with cream?"
Robbie's eyes went wide, "…Yeah."
Svartacus smiled, dabbing his mouth clean and grabbing his glass. He rose slowly and walked his way over to Robbie's side of the table, leaning against it. Svartacus's eyes looked thoughtfully at Robbie. The kitten isn't so much in the dark after all. Robbie gulped. That face, that look…everything made him melt. Robbie hadn't felt like this in a long time.
"Normal elves do. However, I am not normal. I am greater," Svartacus stroked a hand down Robbie's cheek. "Much greater."
Robbie shivered. Just the skin to skin contact was enough to make Robbie want to lose it. Svartacus softened his face. Last thing he wanted to do was scare Robbie, even the slightest bit. A blush went to Robbie's cheeks and he finally looked away. Soft moonlight trickled through a window across the room. Robbie's eyes brightened in wonder. I wonder how LazyTown looks from up here…
Svartacus watched as Robbie's eyes came to life. Ah, yes. The window. Seeing normal things in a different perspective can be such a wonder. And I'm sure Robbie's never seen that miserable town high up here in the heavens.
Robbie bit his lip. He wanted to go see, just out of curiosity. Never before had he been this high up. Sure, he had been in Sportacus's air ship, but at least you could see that blue thing from the ground. The temptation to look out the window, for some reason, was really strong and desirable. Robbie looked at Svartacus, not saying a word. Svartacus smiled warmly, nodding to the window.
Robbie smiled back, getting up and walking to the window slowly. Placing a hand on the window sill, Robbie gasped. The moon light outlined every single cloud in the deep blue sky. Stars were everywhere, including where LazyTown should be. They were that high up, high enough that the little street lights of town were only little dots.
"Wow."
Svartacus walked to him and leaned his arm against the side of the window, "Find something you like?"
Robbie's eyes remained on the view, "The clouds…it's almost like they form a new ground, a new world."
"A never ending world. And it could all be yours."
Robbie looked at him, "How?"
When Svartacus didn't answer, Robbie let his eyes wander back to the window, "It's beautiful, huh?"
Svartacus looked at Robbie softly, "Yeah. Beautiful."
Robbie smiled weakly. If what Svartacus said was true, Robbie wanted it to be his. All of it. But how could he get it all? Deep down, Robbie thought he might know the answer. Maybe he could work it out of Svartacus. But what if Svartacus didn't know the answer…but why wouldn't he? He suggested that it could be Robbie's. Maybe he was lying. Robbie sighed. Last thing he wanted was more lies.
Svartacus's ear twitched. A sudden feel of doubt? No. I cannot be having this. Svartacus tugged on Robbie's arm softly. Robbie turned to him, attempting to say something, but failed. Svartacus only smiled and pulled Robbie closer.
"Do you dance, Robbie?"
"Who? Me?"
"Of course you."
Robbie blushed and looked away, "I do…sometimes…But I'm not really good at it."
Svartacus pulled away from Robbie. He slowly walked to a nearby end table and placed his glass down next to a small music player. Not a sound was heard as he stood up straight and smiled directly at Robbie. Svartacus snapped his fingers, and lights danced around the room. A song began to play, soft trumpets, shakers, and piano creating soothing sounds.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, Mr. Burt Bacharach and Hal David."
What do you get when you fall in love?
A guy with a pin to burst your bubble
Svartacus held out his hand to Robbie, "Come then. I'll teach you."
Robbie gulped and blushed redder, "Okay…"
Robbie grabbed Svartacus's hand, and Svartacus pulled him out into the middle of the floor. He wrapped his arm around Robbie's waist, while as Robbie placed his hand on Svartacus's shoulder. Linking their other two hands together, Svartacus pulled Robbie in closer.
"Just follow me, ok?"
Robbie nodded.
I'll never fall in love again.
I'll never fall in love again.
Svartacus moved Robbie back, his feet moving in a rhythm-like shuffle. Robbie stumbled, watching his feet to match Svartacus's. It was tough for Robbie. He hadn't really tried to dance like this before. Then again, no one ever really asked him if he wanted to try and learn. Robbie roughly caught on, stumbling still. And each time he stumbled, Robbie apologized in fear of being ousted again. Svartacus would only laugh and say 'it's okay.' Svartacus would then keep dancing, twirling Robbie.
What do you get when you fall in love?
You get enough tears to fill an ocean
After the incident with Danny, Robbie swore he'd never fall again. Love was a joke, an excuse to get someone to sleep with you. Love was for the weak and the ones who couldn't find something to hold on to. Every single love he'd known was a lie. Danny, his parents, his so called "friends," peers…everyone. All lies. They promised the world and gave him a cracker.
I'll never fall in love again.
I'll never fall in love again.
Robbie had always said love was another word for pain. He wanted to laugh at all the people he saw who were having true "love," a divine sense of affection towards another person or people. Robbie stumbled again, his feet tripping over Svartacus's. He blushed and smiled shyly as Svartacus chucked and caressed his back.
Don't tell me what is all about,
'Cause I've been there and I'm glad I'm out,
Out of those chains, those chains that bind you
That is why I'm here to remind you
They had no idea what they were getting into, no idea of the pain that would inevitably come. People who give affection are faking it. That's what the world is, a fake. You have your manipulators and your gullible, NEVER true love. Svartacus twirled Robbie in circles again.
What do you get when you fall in love?
You only get lies and pain and sorrow.
But where did that put Svartacus? He wasn't the gullible…or manipulator…so what was he? Robbie felt a warm, fuzzy feeling in his stomach. Svartacus seemed different, like he did care. But this was everything Robbie was brought up to believe…Everything was being torn down…All Robbie knew, Svartacus chopped them up into little pieces. Robbie mentally gasped…
I'll never fall in love again.
He was falling again…and this time, it was for Svartacus.
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Sportacus trotted around the playground. The exercise eased his mind…but only slightly. His frustrations with not being able to find Robbie were getting to him. Asking Stephanie had not helped either. All she knew was Robbie went to go meet someone. Didn't know who and didn't know where. How typical. The one person who actually did see Robbie that day didn't even know what he was up to.
Sportacus sat down on a bench, sighing and spreading his legs and arms into a stretch. His head bent backwards over the back of the bench, and Sportacus stared up into the sky. Through the clouds, he could see stars twinkling bright. Sportacus had always loved watching the stars, especially from atop of his air ship. Sometimes when the stars would twinkle brightly, the sky looked purple.
Sportacus sighed. Purple made him think of Robbie. How could he possible fix this mess? Robbie was no where to be found. What's the use in trying to fix something when you can't find the key component of the problem? Maybe…maybe I can't fix it. It was a high possibility. Robbie was in a bad emotional state. And it was all because of one stupid little question that he couldn't have kept to himself.
When was Robbie's birthday?
Sportacus snorted at the sky. He couldn't have kept his mouth shut. Just had to push it. What made it worse was that they still didn't know what day of July Robbie's birthday was on. It disgusted Sportacus to no end. Was there no positive side to anything at this time? Obviously not. He stared into the dark sky, picking out stars and creating pictures with them. A single tear fell down his cheek. A star began to twinkle white, then red, then blue and many different other colors.
"…huh?"
Sportacus squinted at the little dot in the sky. A multi-colored star? It wasn't exactly possible from what Sportacus knew about stars, but indeed…this star was a blinking rainbow effect. The only possibility Sportacus could think of…A ship?
Being the hero of town, Sportacus took it as his responsibility to check this out. Hopping off the bench, he down the street. The air ship was not far away, just a little off Pixel's block. Sportacus skidded to a halt underneath the bottom and yelled.
"Ladder!"
Nothing came.
"…not again. LADDER!"
And still nothing. Sportacus growled. What was wrong with his ship? When this ordeal was over, it was time for a total examination of the vessel. There was no room for malfunctions like these. It was unacceptable. Slowly sitting down on the cold street, Sportacus stared at the tiny, color-flashing star. He couldn't explain the feeling he was getting from looking at it. He felt as if something he loved and needed dearly was drifting farther and farther away.
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"Whoa!"
Robbie nearly fell over when spinning fast. Svartacus decided to change the pace and move it a little faster, similar to a salsa dance. Robbie did his best to try and mimic the moves, but more often than not, failed to do so. Svartacus quickly pulled Robbie into him, pressing their bodies together. He closed his eyes and smiled at Robbie's blush. The Kitten does well for his first time in this area…
"Robbie, you shall now learn to grind."
"Uh, grind?"
Svartacus grabbed one of Robbie's legs, pulling it around his waist and resting his hand on the under side of it. He pulled each of Robbie's arms onto his shoulders, pulling Robbie's chest against his as a bonus. Robbie blushed redder.
"K-kay…now what?"
"Now you do this."
Svartacus started grinding his pelvis up into Robbie in rhythm to the music. Robbie gasped loudly. Oh god, wha…does he actually think I can CONTROL myself when he's doing that? GAH! Ok, ok…relax…do as he says…do it back. Robbie slowly started to grind back. He'd never really done it before, which worried him. What if he did it wrong? Damn it. Svartacus smirked.
"Very good, love."
"Y-you sure?"
Svartacus whispered, "Oh yes."
Fulfilled with encouragement, Robbie started to grind back faster and even a little harder. He didn't want to grind too hard. Finding out what was growing in size in Robbie's pelvis area might not be the best thing, Robbie thought. Maybe Svartacus didn't intend on this being serious…Maybe he just was lonely and looking for some little friend on the way through. Robbie frowned in his mind and looked away from Svartacus. He was really hoping this was for real.
Svartacus grabbed Robbie's chin and brought it back to his face. He felt even more sympathy for the kitten. His doubts in everything were troublesome and heart wrenching, even for the meanest of elves. Softly, Svartacus kissed Robbie's lips momentarily, still grinding into him.
"You know Robbie, you aren't that bad of dancer."
Robbie smiled shyly, "No, but you are quite good on your feet."
"I'm even better off my feet."
Robbie's eyes fixated on Svartacus's as he squeaked. Is…is he really suggesting what I think…What Robbie didn't realize was that he and Svartacus had been moving as they grinded. Svartacus had moved Robbie backwards into his bedroom. He grinded into Robbie harder, pushing him up above his bed. Robbie bit back a moan. How was this possible? The outcast of LazyTown being caressed by a red wanderer? Robbie began to feel himself tip backwards, as if to be laid on something. He blushed profusely when he landed on the soft, satin sheets and sunk into the mattress.
"Svartacus…I don't…I don't know if I'll be good at this."
"Hush, love."
Svartacus leaned down and licked Robbie's neck from the top to the base slowly. Shivers shot through Robbie immediately, causing him to wrap his arms around the red elf's neck. Over and over again, Svartacus nipped at and sucked at Robbie's neck. He wanted to take this slow. Going fast would scare Robbie and make him believe all this was for the sex. No. Gotta take it nice and slow.
Svartacus licked up Robbie's neck and over his chin. His smooth, warm tongue swept over Robbie's bottom lip, causing Robbie to open his mouth. Svartacus kissed Robbie softly, lightly caressing Robbie's sides. An irresistible groan escaped Robbie, and Svartacus kissed him harder and more passionately. Robbie took in every taste of the red elf's lips he could. They were indeed the sweetest candy Robbie had ever tasted.
Svartacus licked at Robbie's lips as he kissed him. Robbie opened his mouth, happily welcoming Svartacus's tongue. The tongue pressed hard against Robbie's, licking and massaging everything in touch. Robbie moaned in his throat and pressed up into Svartacus hard. He could feel the feather-like touches of Svartacus's fingers trailing up and down his back. It was a feeling that made Robbie shiver with excitement.
Robbie mentally protested with Svartacus when he parted their lips and whimpered in a pout. Svartacus didn't say anything. Instead, he kissed Robbie's chin and back down his neck. His long fingers played with Robbie's buttons, releasing each one slowly. Robbie's tongue searched for something to lick, finally reaching the tip of the red elf's long ear. On contact, Svartacus's ear twitched and in a quick, dim flash, Robbie's and Svartacus's shirts were on the floor. Svartacus came back up to Robbie's face, kissing him lightly with a frisky smile.
"Hm. Just wait, Kitten."
Robbie only smiled back, lightly panting. Sweat already formed on his brow and slightly on his chest. Svartacus could feel Robbie's growing excitement against his own.
It was a green flag. All systems go.
Svartacus went Robbie's neck again. His soft hands massaged Robbie's thighs as the smooth tongue ran along the collarbone and down farther. Robbie's arms snaked around Svartacus's neck and he gasped quietly when he felt a hand slowly start to pull down his pants. Svartacus smirked at Robbie's response. The fact that Robbie was still pure and intact was exciting and encouraging…
And it was all just for him.
Svartacus removed the remaining clothes from Robbie and himself with his magic, raising to better view his treasure. In the dim light, Robbie gleamed from his sweat. His chest rose and fell in deep pants of excitement and anticipation.
"Svart-Svartacus…please?"
Svartacus's whole body burned with a new level of arousal at Robbie's plea. Time to get going. If he had waited longer, Svartacus was sure he'd lose control.
Svartacus's hand went down and grabbed Robbie's smooth member. Robbie gasped loudly, eyes growing wide. Slowly, Svartacus stroked up and down the long, hard shaft. Robbie whimpered. It felt so good, but memories were flooding him again. Why can't they just go away? Just let me enjoy something in life? Svartacus knew what Robbie was thinking, and he leaned down and kissed Robbie's ear.
"Shh. I'll make them go away."
Robbie nodded, eyes shut hard. Svartacus continued stroking Robbie as he kissed his way back down Robbie's body. Robbie tried his best to relax, but anticipation was attacking him from all sides again. He gasped and bucked up on instinct when he felt Svartacus's tongue sweep over his own shaft. Svartacus licked to the top, and then fully engulfed Robbie in his mouth. He sucked lightly at first, allowing Robbie to adjust to the new sensation.
Robbie moaned loudly, grasping Svartacus's hair. Svartacus's hands swept over Robbie's thighs, rubbing them hard. Svartacus began to lick and suck harder as he moved faster up and down Robbie's growing hardness. The man tasted like the white peaches, sweet and healthy. The more he tasted, the more he wanted. Svartacus couldn't imagine how sweet Robbie's fluids tasted.
Robbie could feel himself come closer and closer to climaxing, trying to buck up deeper into the wet, warm hole. He groaned loudly when Svartacus's hands held him down. Svartacus sucked as hard as he possibly could, licking profusely at the entire length. In one final thrust onto him, Svartacus fully took in Robbie's hardness and sucked hard. Robbie tensed completely and cried out loudly as he climaxed into Svartacus's throat.
Svartacus gulped it down greedily. Much to Svartacus's happiness, Robbie's juices tasted just as sweet as and possibly even sweeter than Robbie's skin. Svartacus slowly removed his mouth off of Robbie, giving the tip one final lick. Sitting up, he licked off his lips and eyed Robbie greedily. Robbie was panting hard, arms folded over his chest and sweating everywhere. The smell that radiated off of him only excited Svartacus more.
Svartacus swept a finger tip along Robbie's mildly hard member, "Want to learn more, Kitten?"
Robbie nodded, "Puh-Please…"
Svartacus leaned down and kissed Robbie, rubbing his chest down against him. Robbie snaked a hand over Svartacus's neck and another on his lower back. Oh, how Robbie wanted to melt and become one with Svartacus. Robbie was new to this game…but he wanted more of it all the same.
Svartacus lifted Robbie up slightly, propping Robbie's legs on each of his sides. He pushed himself towards Robbie's entrance. Breaking the kiss, Svartacus pressed his forehead against Robbie's. Robbie's eyes opened.
"Robbie, relax and focus on me."
"Svartacus-"
"Just watch my eyes."
Robbie nodded, panting. Once he had Robbie with his eyes, Svartacus slowly pushed his way inside Robbie. Robbie squirmed slightly and whimpered. It hurt…sorta…It was uncomfortable. He whimpered again, shutting his eyes. Svartacus pressed his forehead harder against Robbie's.
"Robbie, look at me."
Robbie obeyed, clinging to Svartacus's shoulders for dear life. Svartacus fully sheathed himself into Robbie, causing Robbie to whimper again. Svartacus kissed Robbie's face, rocking into him slowly. Nice and slow, good chap. Have to let Robbie get used to it. He continued to rock into Robbie. Robbie panted again. It was beginning to feel less odd and more exciting. Robbie tried to rock back to meet Svartacus's thrusts, but found it difficult.
Svartacus smiled, starting to thrust into Robbie faster. He too now was sweating. His nose was filled with the sweet smells of him and Robbie mixed together, causing Svartacus to thrust in harder. Robbie moaned into his ear loudly. He could feel himself get hard again rubbing against the elf's stomach. Robbie's eyes glazed over as he groaned louder. Robbie's sweet delicious sounds and smells were consuming Svartacus, and he could feel himself coming closer and closer.
In a series of long, hard thrusts, Svartacus lightly bit Robbie's left ear lobe and climaxed. He filled Robbie with his juices, causing Robbie to cry out and release himself again. Heavy pants filled the room as they both dripped with sweat. Svartacus opened his eyes and smiled at Robbie, keeping himself fully sheathed inside him. Robbie's eyes stared back at Svartacus's, and he smiled back.
Robbie leaned up, and Svartacus kissed Robbie passionately. Their lips parted, and Svartacus slowly came out of Robbie, lying down onto his back. Robbie snuggled up to his side, causing a large muscular arm to circle his shoulders.
"Good Kitty."
Robbie smiled, tracing the outlines of Svartacus's chiseled chest. He was exhausted, but it was all worth it. Slowly, Robbie drifted off into sleep, head resting under Svartacus's chin. Svartacus pulled Robbie closer, eying the bite mark that was left on Robbie's ear lobe. Another victory…mission complete.
All the lights turned off, and Svartacus drifted to a sleep.
AN
Wowzers! I hadn't updated in a while. Sorry about that, but I've been busy. School sucks and so does speech and FCCLA. No time to do anything anymore. I'm still struggling to get some art done for DA. Pity.
Ah! It's the stuff you've all been waiting for! Smut! Lemon! Man on Man action! I have been working hard on this chapter for you peoples! Nothing like a good ol' lemon chapter to bring the story back to life, eh? Yes, Robbie's memories flaring again. Shows Robbie's still that scarred from his near-virigin-loss experience. Poor little kitty.
The part about elves and cream come from Smile-san and one of her fics. Cream to Elves is like Cocaine/crack to humans. And the white peaches was also a suggestion givin by her as well.
Luffs and kisses you to all!