Author: Supreme Overlord Erin-chan
Rating: G. Anything else is in your dirty little minds.
Disclaimer: Matsushita-sensei is too smart to do things like this to her own characters...which means they're not mine. Sigh.
Notes: Oh god, I despise this pairing. The only reason you're getting it is because I have writers' block something shocking, and other people seem to like this pairing for some twisted, perverse reason. Don't expect a repeat until I run out of ideas again. I hate this pairing. Yuck. I need to go take a long shower now—with Herbal Essences, of course.
Pairings: Tatsumi x Watari
Warnings for: Red herrings, Watari being naughty.
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"Come on, Tatsumi put your back into it," Watari grumbled. Tatsumi grunted something unintelligable in reply, pushing a little harder.
"Ah! That's it," Watari groaned, leaning into it.
Tatsumi squeezed his eyes shut in an effort to contain himself and pounded hard, causing a scream to emit from Watari's throat.
"Ahh~! Tatsumi! You hit it! You hit iiiit!"
"Uff," was Tatsumi's reply.
"Harder," Watari urged, gasping for breath. Tatsumi grunted and obliged, putting all his effort behind each thrust. Watari's breath came in rugged gasps now, mixed with groans and strained whimpers.
"Take…take it easy," Watari choked out, "Don't go so fast…you'll break something…"
"I will not," Tatsumi retorted, breathing heavily.
"I meant on me," Watari replied, then yelped. "A~h! You hit it again!"
"You're being terribly vocal," Tatsumi growled, "Tsuzuki-san never screams like you're doing."
"I thought I made it clear I didn't want you bringing him up while we did this?" Watari pouted. Tatsumi turned his eyes skyward but didn't reply. He pulled back a little then pushed forward again, letting a sound alike a moan and whimper escape.
"Come on, just a little more…" Watari gasped. Tatsumi twitched. He couldn't hold himself in much longer…he felt like he was going to explode.
"That is it," he yelled, standing up, "I'm not going to help you move your desk into your new laboratory! I don't care how much I save on removalist costs!"
"Well if you'd actually move the desk and stop hitting my leg with your frustrated punches, we might actually get something done!" Watari snapped.
"I was aiming for the desk, you imbecile! Your leg just got in the way!"
"I'm not entirely sure I believe you, there."
"Do you want me to disassemble the desk for you to make it easier?" Tatsumi threatened.
"He—hey! Are you going to buy me a new one?" Watari yelped. Tatsumi muttered something impolite and stomped off.
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What were you thinking? Don't tell me you dirty YnM fans actually enjoyed that.