Pairing: Zoruru X Tororo

Title: Hotel Room

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 2502

Summary: Meet me at the hotel room…

Fumbling with the hotel keys and missing the keyhole several times, Zoruru and Tororo burst into their hotel room, the assassin flopping onto the sofa and the younger claiming the bed, as they let the door of the room fall shut by itself, the click of the automatic lock sounding before both of them allowed a simultaneous sigh.

"Pu pu, I'm pooped!" Tororo laughed weakly through ragged panting.

"I know" Zoruru responded, having already recovered, currently sitting in the lotus position on the convertible settee. Tororo pouted.

"It's alright for you, you're an assassin! You train every day, I'm fat. Pu pu!" he complained with mock annoyance, though he was clamping a hand onto his waist, where a large stitch had occurred.

Zoruru tilted his head down slightly in agreement. Of course he knew that as an assassin, he recovered from exercise very quickly thanks to intense training in boot camp. Tororo's military training required him to sit on his ass all day at a computer screen.

The only thing that left Zoruru slowly was the excitement and adrenalin of a good fight or chase. Not that he ever showed it, of course.

"So they were in your assassin guild thing?" Tororo asked, referring to the Keronians that had been chasing them just moments ago. Zoruru rolled his eye.

"Correct. They were a group of upstarts who kept trying to set me off. They actually thought that I got my armour to look cool"

Tororo let out a disbelieving laugh.

"They thought I got it to perform better, and they kept trying to prove it by annoying to get me to 'reveal my secret'" Zoruru let out a quiet chuckle himself, before becoming apologetic. "I could have easily beaten them, but I wouldn't be able to protect you that way. That is why we had to run"

"No problem, Scraps. I'm thankful you actually thought of me. I wouldn't have stood a chance against those guys, pu pu puu!" Tororo laughed, as if he found his own weakness amusing. Zoruru let out a short puff of air, but did nothing else.

A silence formed between them, in which the two of them just relaxed calmly, the only sounds being Tororo lazily about in the bed sheets, as if trying to cover himself, but not wanting to fall asleep too soon. Heaven forbid he miss any meal times!

Zoruru would have meditated, but was still too worked up from the earlier chase to do so, so he just sat silently in an odd sort of limbo before giving up and paying attention to his surroundings again. Tilting his head in the left direction, he was met with the sight of Tororo buried head to waist in bed sheets, only his backside and his little tail showing. Zoruru's face flushed and he shifted uncomfortably in is seat. Why did the recruit have to be so adorable? He knew having to share a room with him would be a bad idea, but the salmon tadpole had seemed so happy with the arrangement that Zoruru hadn't the heart to object. Now he was beginning to regret it.

The little white appendage began wafting about absently, as if Tororo was slowly drifting off. Zoruru could only watch it, transfixed, as it waved about slowly, fluttering occasionally.

As if on autopilot, Zoruru silently moved towards the bed and perched on the end of it. With his organic hand, he gave the tail a soft, playful flick.

He was rewarded with a repressed splutter of laughter before the tailed was flattened and curled downwards.

"Zoruru!" Tororo gasped before flipping around under the blanket and lying on his back, the sheets falling away from him, allowing him to glare at the assassin whilst also exposing his rounded belly, making it harder for Zoruru to hide his blush.

"What were you doing?" The tadpole demanded, his brow furrowed, though it was obvious he wasn't really upset.

"…Playing" Zoruru replied lamely, feeling stupid about saying it.

"…Right" Tororo chuckled, his hand finding its way to his mouth. He was about to sit up, when Zoruru gently, but firmly pushed him back down, moving closer. Tororo looked confused for a second, raising an eye ridge at the assassin.

"Uh, what was that, Scraps?" he laughed, trying to lift himself up again, but backing down once more as Zoruru crawled towards him, leaning his arms over him. Zoruru himself didn't really know what he was doing, he just let his body do it out of curiosity.

He was now leaning right over Tororo in a way that would have looked menacing had it not been for the confused, hesitant look on is face.

"S-Scraps?" Tororo asked nervously. Zoruru seemed to snap to attention, and he suddenly sat up, giving Tororo room.

"I'm… I'm sorry… I don't really know what came over me just then…" Zoruru sputtered quietly, his face colour beginning to blend in with his reddened cheeks.

"Y-you're giving off one hell of a scent right now" Tororo commented randomly but he still looked to Zoruru in question.

The assassin blanched, and brushed off the comment. How was he supposed to explain that he was lusting after the chubby tadpole so hard that he was giving off pheromones? Not that feelings weren't involved… and the confusing feelings he had for the tadpole were anything but ignorable.

"Then why…?" Tororo asked, trailing off before he got to the actual question. At this stage, Zoruru's face had changed from bright red to a bashful pale pink.

"I don't know" He tried, although he knew the tadpole before him knew it was a lie.

"Of course you do" Tororo pressed, furrowing his brows slightly. He inwardly wondered if it was actually a good idea to keep the subject going.

Zoruru huffed to himself in thought. He started fiddling with the knot behind his head. He could never express what he felt verbally. He'd just have to show the tadpole instead… without taking it too far.

He dropped the bandages, letting them slither through his fingers onto the bed sheets. He slowly, hesitantly leaned in towards the hacker, planting a gentle, barely there kiss to his lips. He pulled away only slightly, his face lingering near Tororo's, listening to his shaky breathing as he processed the assassin's gentle show of affection. Zoruru only hoped that the tadpole didn't pick up on the lust he had just yet, he didn't want to freak him out.

"I-I…" Tororo stuttered quietly, his face turning red. That had been his first kiss… and for some reason, he felt happy.

After what felt like an age to Zoruru, the salmon tadpole reached up and gently took hold of Zoruru's veil, giving it an encouraging tug before leaning up and meeting the older frog's lips with another , longer kiss.

Zoruru responded quickly, as if he had anticipated it, and gently wrapped his organic arm around the small of Tororo's back to keep him close, his metal arm supporting the two of them.

Tororo moaned slightly into the kiss, his breath becoming heavier and his body feeling warmer… he'd never felt like this before, and he was quite excited by it all.

The scent of Zoruru's lust quickly became apparent, and Zoruru noticed it instantly. He pulled away quickly, though he stayed on all fours just over the hacker.

"I can't, Tororo" He grumbled in a way that in a normal situation would have sounded grumpy, but right then it sounded worried and hesitant.

Tororo knew he was faced with a choice. Either he let Zoruru back off until he was ready to go through with it, or he let Zoruru make love to him, which would be a scary new experience for the virgin tadpole.

What if they never got this far again?

Tororo grunted something along the lines of 'yes, you can' and yanked Zoruru back down so quickly that the assassin probably would have crushed him if he didn't stick his arm out in time.

"Tororo" Zoruru said breathlessly, still unsure if he should do what he wanted to do with the tadpole.

"Zoruru" Tororo replied, grabbing hold of the assassin with both arms and lifting his abdomen, not so subtly rubbing his crotch against Zoruru's naval.

The cyborg let out an almost feral sound as he lay Tororo down and leaned further over him, gently biting onto his neck, gaining soft mewling sounds from the frog beneath him. Tororo was unsure of what he should do, so he settled for blatantly groping Zoruru's crotch and pulling out the assassin's member from his cloacae. Zoruru hissed quietly, but he did nothing except lick the spots he had just bitten into Tororo's neck. Tororo let out a shaky whine before he gripped hard and gave Zoruru a strong pump. Hissing louder this time, Zoruru was only able to bury his head into the tadpole's neck, trying as hard as he could not to buck his hips.

Tororo felt Zoruru twitch beneath his fingers and grabbed the cyborg's organic hand, pressing it up to his backside. Quickly getting the message, Zoruru let out an excited puff of air before pushing two of his fingers into Tororo, managing to hold back and be gentle, as if he could tell that Tororo was still a virgin. The tadpole squeaked and kicked his legs in the air before curling them towards his chest. Zoruru stuck another finger and scissored a bit before adding a fourth for good measure. Tororo squeaked again when he felt Zoruru absently prod a sensitive nerve, and he backed up to the headboard, Zoruru's fingers sliding out of him easily. The assassin glanced up to see a red faced Tororo, his legs apart in a submissive position, his own penis poking out of its protective slit while his tail fluttered excitedly in the little space it had under the tadpole's backside.

Zoruru grinned and slowly advanced on the salmon tadpole, his tackle hanging loose and hard in perfect view of Tororo's position. The tadpole squirmed slightly in anticipation, not resisting Zoruru's dominant approach. The assassin took hold of Tororo's hips and gently leaned his forehead against the tadpole's. He said nothing, but Tororo took comfort in that. Open his legs wider in a silent plea, Zoruru focussed on guiding his member to Tororo's entrance. Pushing the tip against him made for a quick and smooth penetration, Tororo mewling out at the foreign intrusion. The assassin kept pushing until he met resistance, a bit earlier than he had expected to. He considered attempting to push in further, but he refused to hurt the chubby hacker, so he slid half out again before pushing back in. Tororo had done nothing but breathe heavily and let out an occasional, almost silent moan while this had been happening, just focussing on adjusting to the new sensation.

"Am I hurting you?" Zoruru asked in an almost monotonous voice, broken slightly with quiet pants.

Tororo shook his head and pushed off the headboard for emphasis, inadvertently causing Zoruru's member to dig deeper into him. The tadpole winced momentarily, before he felt the surge of pleasure he was hoping for. Zoruru growled deeply at the sensation, pulling out slightly before pushing back in, harder this time. Tororo's arms shot up and gripped tightly to Zoruru's back, kicking out slightly, jostling his member further out of his cloacae. Zoruru took note and pulled in out entirely, stroking it in time with his thrusts, creating a slow pattern. Tororo could only hold on tightly to the assassin and cry out in pleasure.

Zoruru… I'm gonna…" Tororo panted after a while. He was a little embarrassed, as he was unsure of how long this was supposed to last, and he was sure he was reaching his end much earlier than he should be, especially since Zoruru still looked like he could go for a while longer.

The older Keronian nodded, slowing his thrusts slightly and concentrating more on Tororo's member. A few minutes was all it took, and Tororo let out a shaky gasp as he reached completion in the hand of his lover.

Not wanting to continue thrusting into the exhausted tadpole, Zoruru pulled out slowly and took hold of his own length, planning on finishing himself off.

However, Tororo sat up with Zoruru and gently removed the assassin's hand so that he could attend to the problem himself. Zoruru hissed as Tororo pumped him uncertainly, even leaning down and licking it lovingly.

After a short while, Zoruru's length began to quiver slightly, so Tororo abruptly took the entire thing in his mouth. The shock of the damp warmth around his member caused Zoruru to climax, abruptly coming into the mouth of the younger Keronian. Pulling away from the assassin's crotch, Tororo made sure to swallow every last drop before leaning up and planting a deep kiss onto the mouth of the older Keronian. Zoruru took hold of Tororo's hips as this was happening, silently asking if he was ready for another round. Before Tororo could give a response however, the door to their room received a couple of knocks. The couple froze as the unmistakable voice of their leader sounded on the other side.

"Recruit? Lance Corporal? Are you in there?" he asked "We will need to start heading for the conference. Meet at the ship as soon as you are ready"

Tororo and Zoruru looked at each other before replying in unison, "Yes sir".

Only when the sound of Garuru's footsteps faded away did they relax and part from eachother.

"Fucking hell, that was close" Zoruru breathed, wiped the sweat from his brow.

"Do you… do you think he heard us?" Tororo asked nervously.

"I can't say, but if he did, he's not making it obvious, so we should act natural too"

An awkward silence followed as they got ready for the military conference in half an hour's time.

"I'm sorry" Zoruru said suddenly.

Tororo's head popped out from around the bathroom door, where he was cleaning himself off.

"For what?"

"For what just happened. I should have stopped myself" the assassin sighed guiltily.

"Don't be stupid, I pretty much begged for it" Tororo answered coolly before continuing to brush his teeth. Zoruru's face turned beet red from the memory.

"Now get a move on or leader will kick our asses" Tororo pointed out, and Zoruru nodded.

"Mine's already sore as it is"

"Shut up, Tororo!"

"Pu pu pu!"

Coming out of the bathroom, Tororo zipped over to Zoruru and gave him a chaste kiss on his yet to be covered lips.

"Oh yeah. I love you, Scraps"

Zoruru blushed again.

"I… I love you, too"

Tororo watched in silence as the assassin wrapped the bandages back around his mouth.

"Can we… do that again, some time?" Tororo asked shyly. Zoruru's face wrapping covered his blush this time.

"That could be dangerous"

"I know" Tororo grinned before pulling the assassin out of the room, and towards the ship.

A/N

This is older than ur mum.

LOL

Actually it's about a year and a half old, hence why it sucks major ass, but I thought I should upload it anyway, mainly because ZoruToro.

Our flight back from France isn't until 10PM (Ikr?!) so I thought I'd type this up, seeing as I randomly had the written version with me (my mum nearly read it. I probably would have died if she had XD)

The hotel room is actually based off the generic Travelodge rooms (if you don't know what a Travelodge is, it's basically a kind of hotel that's usually near a main road and has a Little Chef (A restaurant) next to it XD)

And the summary… it's a line from the song 'Hotel Room' by Pitbull XD I couldn't think of anything!

Ehm… That's it, rly. I still have eight hours until we set off to the airport (mum wants to set off at seven for some bizarre reason) so I would normally try and write something else but I just honestly am out of ideas atm. I blame not having been to a Zumba class for ages XD

I'm rambling now, so toodle pip, my lovelies :3

Ps: 'Tackle' is one of the many slang words used, especially in the north of England, to describe a penis XD