Disclaimer: I do not own Fairly OddParents.
Title: Intertwined Love
Author: unknown20troper
Rated: R or NC-17
Warnings: Male/male smut in later chapters, anal, infidelity, dub-con, oral, handjobs. Please tell me if there are any other warnings that need to be included, or any current warnings that should be adjusted.
This Chapter Includes:
Potentially Going to Include: male/female smut
Pairing(s): Timmy Turner/Remy Buxaplenty, Juandissimo/Cupid, Jorgen/Norm, Chip Skylark/Tooth Fairy
Summary: Remy Buxaplenty has fallen for Timmy Turner because of the dreams he's been having ever since he lost his fairy. Cupid and Juandissimo are together. Jorgen has finally rubbed Norm's lamp, and finds himself struggling with his feelings for the genie.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcomed – my current worry is that I'm not using enough description. In order to keep to canon, Jorgen thinks of Norm as a filthy genie at the start ("So I have to say, even though you're a filthy genie, you've been doing a very good job in this competition." Jorgen Von Strangle, Fairy Idol. Hartman, Butch. p. 28 of script, also said in actual episode), but his feelings do turn romantic. Norm will also take a while to fall for Jorgen, though he will eventually. Just letting you know so you don't ask about where the heck the pairing is. The Chip Skylark/Tooth Fairy will take a while to begin, but I know that most of you don't care how long it takes to start. This fanfic is set four years after canon, so CS/TF isn't chan in this fanfic. In this fanfic, Timmy is fourteen, and Remy is fifteen, just so you know.
Chapter 10:
Jorgen preferred Norm nude, or at least his cock did, but the genie was dressed for their date, nevertheless. He, like Jorgen, wore a formal outfit, in a shade of violet that matched his eyes and complemented his skin. Still, the necessity of clothing still was one of the disadvantages of courting such an appealing genie at an elite fairy restaurant.
Norm snapped Jorgen out his frustrated daydreams and musings. "Uh, Muscles, now that we're here, aren't we supposed to do something?"
"Yes, we are," Jorgen replied, picking up the menu.
"Than why haven't you chosen something for us, master?" the genie inquired, the last word being filled with a lot more scorn than anything else he recalled the genie saying. "I'd love to, but… well…"
Jorgen kissed the genie, making him cease talking. When the kiss finished, Jorgen chuckled, saying, "And when did you let anything stop you before?"
"Uh, never, or maybe that one time in… wherever, however many years ago," Norm admitted. "No clue, actually." As the genie spoke, he slid the menu from Jorgen's hands and began searching through it, making comments on the selection as he read it. It took Jorgen a few minutes to realize that, yes; he was supposed to respond to the genie. Once he did, discussing the subject became easy and enjoyable. This field was one he had quite a bit of knowledge about, which surprised Norm. ("You cook? That, I never expected. Are you aware that that means we could have just remained at home and not bothered with clothes?")
Jorgen response to that was, "Yes, but this is more… romantic."
Norm smiled. "It's only the clothes that I object to, and that's only 'cause I know how hot you look without them."
"Agreed," replied the fairy, almost shocked to see himself and Norm on the same wavelength, even though they had agreed before. He smiled back at his lover.
"So, sex when this is done?"
Jorgen kissed Norm, letting that be the answer.
Timmy took a while to notice it, but he eventually realized that he and Remy had never kissed. Why? That question was one that he couldn't answer. His reasoning was a lot more complex than could be easily dissected. He knew that his previous dislike of Remy was part of it, and so was his uncertainty about actually dating a boy.
"Uh, Remy…" His cheeks heated, and his mind wondered how the heck he possibly could be even thinking about what he was about to ask Remy.
"Yes," Remy replied, focusing solely on Timmy, which increased his nervousness, and gave him odd feelings in strange places.
"Uh, are you bothered… that… we haven't kissed yet?"
Remy sighed quietly, shifting his gaze toward the menu, then the ornate tablecloth, just anything but the boy he couldn't take his eyes off before. His expression was one that commonly adorned people with hard problems to solve, ethical dilemmas even. "Yes, I am, essentially."
Timmy said a word that apparently had the metaphorical ability to turn something blue – the air, maybe? – or be that color. Then, he exhaled in a noticeable but hushed way.
"Timothy, yes, it bothers me. However…" His focus returned to where it always was before. "I will not force you to proceed at a pace faster than you are comfortable with – or at least…"
Timmy sighed. "Alright, that's… I don't know, really." He fiddled with the utensils, menu and everything else in reach. The fine weave of the tablecloth was acquiring slight holes, but they pretty much escaped Timmy's limited attention. "Anyway, I like you. We've had some good conversations about the Crimson Chin; you're much nicer than I thought you'd be… and well, you love me a lot, seriously!" He smirked. "You could win a prize for that, yet… I didn't kiss you, ever, even though…" The holes in the tablecloth increased in size, slowly but surely. "I think I should've…"
"We can remedy that," Remy said, his tone coquettish, seductive. "With only one kiss and more if you enjoy it."
Timmy slapped his forehead, a movement known as a facepalm, and replied, "Of course. Super Brain, now is not the time for you to go out of my head and save the world!"
Remy smiled, eyes twinkling with amusement. That caused Timmy to blush, the pink-white of his skin to turn pinky-red.
"Super Brain having left my head? Well, that's how it feels when… I realize that I've been being stupid, despite having a brain that works."
"You are super, my Timothy," Remy said, just before the two finally kissed.
The kiss was not entirely what he expected. Remy seemed to lack experience, occasionally made the wrong movements and failed to maneuver around Timmy's inconvenient buckteeth. Yet, the affection Remy felt… somehow, the kiss conveyed that, even if Timmy had got quite a few better ones, even though he had to compensate for Remy's inexperience. It was a kiss, a loving kiss. No one was under the control of any type of magic, though infatuation and guilt had played their roles in initiating it.
Eventually, the clumsy yet affectionate kiss ended, since no one could keep one up forever. Timmy and Remy smiled, breath hitching their throats, tension collapsing and reestablishing at even the slight exposure that first base brought or forced upon them.
"So, how was it?" Timmy inquired, having recovered from the shock and amazement of it.
"Brilliant." The word came out like wind, as a sigh. "Those buckteeth did pose a problem, however."
"Great. You did okay. And about the teeth: I know. But, whatever… They'll get fixed someday, after my parents remember my existence."
"How could they have disregarded it?" Remy's bewilderment was utterly and charmingly genuine. "I have always considered you to be… unforgettable."
"My parents don't," was Timmy's response. Yet, even as he made his parents' neglect clear in one bitter remark, the compliment given to him by Remy invoked a blush. "And, uh, thanks!"
"You deserve every word I said," his… uh, boyfriend replied, and it felt as though even the words, the phrasing, bowed to Timmy, despite how Remy remained seated.
Timmy grinned, blushing severely. "Uh… I guess I do."
"You do," Remy stated firmly, as though his opinion was a fact or one of Da Rules.
After his face heated up a third time, Timmy realized that they were now in a very pleasurable cycle: romantic compliment-surprise-blush-thanks, repeated because his boyfriend's love made it psychologically impossible, perhaps, for him not to want to tell Timmy of all the awesomeness that made him fall for the boy in the first time. And Timmy liked that.
"Timothy, may I have another?"
"Yeah!" Timmy almost shouted. He leaned towards his boyfriend and began the kiss, which was swiftly returned and better than the last. It lasted for seconds or minutes, neither of them could tell and neither cared, and in those moments, both of them realized that their love, conceived years before in Remy's mind and perhaps by Cupid's arrows, had hatched into a romance during the date, with their first kiss, one of the first missing pieces to be found.