I SHOULD be writing more...But...My friends and I spend more time over at each other's houses than we do our own, and it's awkward writing while my home girls are eating ginger snaps and playing Starfox 64, respectively.

Anyway...I was thinking about a future conflict in Obedience School, then I ate a cookie. A few days later, I thought this up. I haven't watched Dragon Booster in weeks, and I keep missing/sleeping through/choosing something else in favor of it.

I own nothing.

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Green-Eyed Monster

Rivett wasn't quite sure what he was seeing. In the grime of mid-city, beneath a bridge that trembled under the weight of hundreds of dragons, a couple was entangled in the shadows. Slender fingers trailed through black hair while tanned hands fisted desperately in the lapels of a thick racing jacket. Quiet sobs racked the shorter teen's body and echoed through the alley. The taller rubbed at his partner's back soothingly and whispered quiet, reassuring words.

The blond was about to back away slowly and leave these two to their privacy when the taller one leaned forward to press a kiss upon the other's raven locks. White hair tumbled over his shoulder and obscured both faces a second too late. The Mechanist ducked his head, a flush of embarrassment and jealousy taking over his fair features, and slid behind an overflowing dumpster.

Moordryd Paynn and...Artha Penn? Red eyes turned green with envy when the distinct sounds of lip-locking reached his ears. To Rivett, the sound of the two boys pulling apart was like a suction cup being ripped off glass. Moordryd's near silent whispers rang loud and clear in Rivett's mind, the noise pollution around him dieing down to a low buzz.

"Everything will be fine..." Moordryd rubbed delicately at the smaller one's shoulders.

Rivett flinched when Artha muttered a pathetic whine of "Promise?" What sickened him even more was Moordryd's smooth reply of "I promise!"

What had happened to Moordryd Paynn? The irate and threatening young man whose fair shin and bleached-bone hair had aroused Rivett was gone, replaced by this simpering little pansy! Where was the man who had willingly given up his body to the Mechanist for a chance to get ahead, even in just one race?

To Rivett, there was only lust. A body that you could posses, control, and destroy. Love was something that could not be held or sold, so therefore, it did not exist to him. This display of affection was not only sickening, but also confusing.

As he activated his shadow gear, and chill ran up Rivet's spine. He purposely knocked over a dented trashcan in his escape, causing Moordryd to shove Artha behind him and call out "Who's there!?" in alarm.

Something like this, gentle, tender, warm, something like this wasn't for him. Rivett left silently, allowing Artha to clutch insistently at his partner's sleeve and whisper that "It was nothing."

"The Incident" (as it would be forever known in Rivett's mind), changed his views of Moordryd Paynn. He thought he had found a true companion in the young racer: cold, cruel, and...Experimental.

Sardonically, Rivett wondered when Artha would be exposed to the more adventurous side of the Paynn heir' libido.

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End.

XD Yes, the real reason why Rivett cut off the supply to Moordryd's gear was because Moordryd didn't want to have wild buttsecks with Rivett anymore. Sorry, that's what I thought, at least. I've been reading too much Eyeshield 21 yaoi...

I like HiruSena...

Ahem, so, yeah. Rivett is pushed forcibly into the picture! Deal with it, bitches. You all know you love the angst and the (semi)love triangle! Also, the idea of seme-Artha has worn itself out and he's taking on his rightful role of the pansy uke. Again, deal with it, bitches. As for Rivett's last comment there...I imagine Moordryd as the slightly devious sexual fanatic with all sorta of...Toys. XD

Now then, since the drama is thick enough to be cut with a knife...OMAKE!!!!

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The trash bin forgotten, the couple leaned back against the jagged steel wall that they had previously occupied, the metal still warm from their body heat. Moments like this were sad, but still perfect. Any moment when they could be in each other's arms was perfect.

Moordryd pressed his lips against Artha's again, knowing that the salty taste of tears still hung on his lover's lips. The elder Penn snuggled blissfully into his partner's warmth, and mumbled something against his chest. Running his fingers through Artha's short hair, Moordryd hummed questioningly.

"I said: Why did Kitt have to eat the last of the cereal?" Artha's shoulders shook mournfully and Moordryd patted his back comfortingly, "I don't know...Let's go buy some more Lucky Charms, okay?"

The shorter boy smiled and nodded joyfully. Moordryd gave a bemused sigh, all was well in the world again.

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End Omake.

Yesh, I deserve to be shot. HAVING NO CEREAL IS A SAD THING!!!