Author's notes: Okay, hang on a minute, some announcements...
1.) I'm a sick, dirty, son-of-a bitch
2.) You probably already knew that
That's it. Take care. Wipe your feet before you leave. Enjoy chapter three. Oh, and YES, this story WILL have a kitten in it. Eventually. Sorry, but yaoi always comes first before kawaii.
Readers: (group sigh)
Author: Shut up! It's just the way things are!
Duke Red: Says who?
Author: Says...those guys....in the things........you know....
Duke Red: ....what? This is bull#$!
Author: Hey, I don't make the rules. You're upset, then you'll have to talk to them about it.
Kenichi: Who's them?
Author: Your mom.
Kenichi: (whips out gun) Don't make me use this, bitch.
Disclaimer: I'm running out of witty catch phrases...
Skunk: You used up all your funniness in the Author's notes.
Author: Okay, you come up with one.
Skunk: Well I....ummm....that is.....uhhh....Dy...DY-NO-MITE!!!
Author: It'll have to do...
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Ya fixed? Huh?
Rock's bed made the worst noises sometimes. He could remember having it in his possession since he was five, and could recall bouncing and jumping up and down on it every night. All of the years of childhood play had weakened the springs and basically sent the entire frame of it to hell. If the bed moaned and groaned when Rock's petite body fell into it at night, he could imagine how much pain the poor thing was enduring now that Swanson was rocking back and forth on top of the smaller Marduk, not noticing the board look emitting from Rock's eyes.
I need a new bed. Swanson's eyes lit up, how bout a Sealy Posturepedic? I always wan ta try one of You want to try it? This is my room remember? Rock violently push Swanson off him. The bed screamed in agony and protest as the Bostonian continued to bounce up and down as Rock rummaged through papers at his desk.
Whatchya doin'?You don' look like ya workin'.Well, I need to work.Na ya don'. Ya jus' wan' me ta leave.You're right. Goodbye.C'mon Rock... The bed creaked as Swanson got up. His foot steps Rock could hear getting closer and his smile was purely visible just from his voice. You don' wanna come? He put his strong hands on Rock's lithe hips and messaged them back and forth.
Rock turned his head slightly, his gaze focused on a mint condition riffle from the last war hung on his wall. Swanson's sharp nose glided over the young Marduk's milky smooth neck. (Damn, I'm good at this )
I can't feel it tonight.I can change that...I'm not gay.
Sometimes Swanson laughed like a maniac. Not scary, just weird. The deep, throaty noise that came from the taller man's stomach vibrated throughout Rock's body. There was very little distance between the two bodies, if none at all.
You ain't gay, huh? Neithe' am I but dat don' mean we can't have a lit' fun, right?
He lightly backed Rock up against the desk. So how should we do dis? And stopped. Rock was looking right through Swanson, to the wall in back of his room. His eyes void of all emotion, and clouded with apathy. Swanson's hands slowly slid off Rock's hips and collapsed lifelessly at his side.
He fell lazily into a chair next to the bed. Rock stayed still. After a while Swanson stood up again and tightened his belt a few notches before fetching his bag from the corner.
Mind if I use you' bat' room?
Rock shook his head. No, but it's messy, just push some clothes aside and... he blushed. Wait no! No, No, No, get out! Go! He began to push Swanson out the door.
Wait, wait, hang on... Swanson laughed. I can't risk any of dem oder soldiers seein' dis, he pointed between his legs. Rock quickly looked away. C'mon, jus' let me take care of it...No, no! Absolutely not! Somebody might hear you!Oh for da love of... Swanson leaned his frame up against the wall for support as he heaved a sigh of boredom.
...it's your problem and you should take care of it by yourself, at your OWN sleeping quarters! Not at my expense!Hey! I don' need ta take dis! Swanson quickly made a dash for the bathroom, but Rock, quick as a hare, jumped in front of the door and blocked it. Poor, little Rock. Forgetful of how much bigger Swanson was than him. The older Marduk simply picked him up, swung him over his strong shoulder, and plopped him on the bed. Well, more like violently threw him on to it. This got some protest and cries of agony from the bed, but that's not the point here.
You bastard Rock kicked and screamed from his position on top of the covers I hate you!Awww, dat hurts... Swanson's mocking voice could be heard behind the locked door of the bathroom. It wasn't like it was the first time this kinda thing had happened. Rock rarely ever won these battles.
He knocked on the door harshly. Just remember to clean up in there when you're done! I don't want you contaminating anything!Yeah, yeah... Rock heard a belt being thrown on the floor, and then a zipper being pulled down. He backed away and then took a seat on the bed, a pillow in his hand just in case he wanted to block out the noises. When this kind of thing came into Rock's mind, he always pictured geeky people doing it or maybe people who had a hard time finding a girlfriend. But Swanson, he was a different story. He had a beautiful face, shiny hair, and a great body. He would have no problem finding a girl, one with huge breasts and a nice ass, somebody that any boy would fall over drooling at. But Swanson didn't want someone like that.
He wanted Rock.
..
Rock must have fallen asleep. He woke up to a calloused hand running through his hair, fingers messaging his scalp. His eyelashes fluttered open like the wings of a butterfly as he looked up to the body leaning over his.
Rock, you're so pretty...
The young Marduk quickly sat up and rummaged around on his bed stand for something. When he found his sunglasses, he put them over his eyes to hide the tears that were threatening to fall. Rock hadn't cried since he was very small, he sure as hell wasn't gonna start now.
Sorry, didn't mean ta wake ya, I was jus...It's getting late. Rock looked at the clock. Already one thirty in the morning. You should go.
Swanson had a look on his face that Rock couldn't really put his finger on. He quickly looked away.
Swanson forced a smile to his lips. Yea, yous' prob'ly right. I'm outta here... He picked up his things and headed for the door. See ya later. With that, he closed the door and was gone.
Now, if this was a romantic story, Rock would dash out the door, run up to Swanson, throw his arms around the taller man and say something like...
Oh Swanson! I've loved you for so long! You're the only one who understands me! Don't ever leave! Don't leave!!!
And then Swanson would drop all of his things on the floor, pull Rock close to his body, and they would share a very passionate (rehearsed) makeout session right there in the hallway.
But this isn't a romantic story. And Rock probably would never do some crazy crap like that. So, he said the closest words to describe the current situation that came to his head.
Meh, fuck it.
He took off his uniform and put on an old t-shirt and some boxer shorts. Swanson could get mauled by blood crazed pigeons riding scooters for all he cared. Right now, it was bed time, and the only thing Rock could rely on to take him away from the harsh reality he was living in, were his dreams.
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Rock was used to the sensation of a horrible beeping emitting from his alarm clock waking him up in the morning, but this sensation was really quite different. Maybe some people like to be woken up by something knawing and nibbling at their toes, but not Rock. In fact, his toes were the most sensitive part of his body, so yeah you can see where this is going...
OH GOOD HEAVEN MOTHER OF AHHHHH!!!! Rock lunged out of bed (of course at a frantic situation like this it is almost impossible for a person scared out of their pants not to bash their head against something. Thus, the cabinet now has a dent and Rock's nose is bleeding profusely), grabbed his gun off of his desk and aimed at the little form moving around under his covers.
He slowly and quietly moved over to the bed, and then quickly, flung the covers off the creature. There, staring back at him, was the smallest and fluffiest kitten Rock had ever seen. It's eyes were huge and the prettiest shade of green. It even appeared to be smiling.
But if we all know Rock, anything can be a threat, to a malfunctioning robot to a fly buzzing around the room. He put the pistol right up to the kitten's nose.
Alright you bastard! Who sent you?! Where are you from?!
But the kitten just stuck its tongue out and licked the end of the gun. Rock, deciding that the kitten wasn't much of a threat, put the gun down and pick up the little fuzz ball. It was so small, Rock was afraid he would crush it if he wasn't careful. He sat on the bed and put the kitten in his lap. It moved around in a circle a few times before plopping down in a comfy position.
So, you have a name?
The kitten didn't wake up, but Rock noticed a collar around its neck. He lifted the tag and read it.
Hello! My name is Swanson! I'll be your new kitten!
What a surprise.