A/N: Disclaimer: Refer back to Chapter 1. I do not own Yosemite Sam
WARNING: SEMI-AU, OOC, LANGUAGE, SUGGESTIVE THEMES
Chapter 5: Chickenpox
Heat had heard her the first time. But, did he hear her right? Was it right? He blinked; he wanted to laugh at that. He couldn't have chickenpox! Of course not!
He didn't even have the rash!
He chuckled, totally dismissing the news, "Are you nuts? I can't be having chickenpox! I don't even have those things on my skin!"
Sera sweat-dropped, "You mean, this spot right here?" she asked as she held up his arm, showing him a cute little red spot on his forearm.
Once more, making him look quite the cadaverous individual, all the color from his face drained itself as his blood-red orbs beheld the small spot on his arm, "Holy fucktard…" he trailed off.
He suddenly bolted upright, sitting up, taking his female companion by complete surprise, "Heat! What do you think you're doing!?" she exclaimed worriedly as she immediately proceeded to pin the redhead on the bed with her quaint little hands firmly on his shoulders.
"Get off of me woman!" the redhead growled, glaring at her with his piercing eyes. She bit her lip as she could've sworn that he was melting her face with his death-rays emanating from his blazing red eyes.
"No! You're sick! You're having…"
"I'm not having chickenpox Sera! Now get off me!" the redhead yelled, slipping past her vexing hands.
Lightly overpowering her, he left the bed and stood. At that moment, he half wished that he hadn't. His headache and his chills still had to leave him; and now that he was without the comfort of the warm blanket or the soft bed, and with the bone chilling cold penetrating his already weakened and worn out body from his feet from the ice cold floor, he was practically at the mercy of his ailment.
He mentally cursed himself as he painfully cringed, 'Damn body! Move damn you!'
"Heat don't!" a female yelled.
Sera bit her lip as she gazed at him sadly, pitifully, as he tried with wobbly feet to steady himself as he walked towards the lavatory by himself. She immediately stepped up to him and enveloped him in her warmth, "Don't! Come back to bed! You're not well enough to walk!"
Heat pushed her away with whatever dwindling strength that he had, "Go the fuck away!" he growled at her. He gritted his teeth in severe and extreme annoyance but at same time, severe and extreme shame.
He was ashamed of himself. Even then as she continued to hold him to her bosom, as she continued to wrap him within a cocoon of warmth and devotion, he hated himself…He felt disgusting; he felt as if he were a filthy rat…
Unworthy…
Yes. That was the word that was running through his head at that moment in time. He was unworthy. He was unworthy of her touch…of her warmth…of her devotion.
He was but a mere weakling. Who was he to receive her…?
And at the same time, he was angry at himself because he was weak. What was he, being a man, doing being within a woman's arms?! She was the weaker of the two of them! So then, if that were true, then why was it that she was holding him and not the other way around…?
"I'm strong Sera! I can handle myself! Go away!" he told her as he mustered all of his strength and pushed at her.
No sooner than he did, did Sera stumble backwards, making her forcibly relinquish her hold on him. No sooner did he do that did he realize his precarious situation without support. He also realized that he had spent the last remaining ounce of his strength in pushing her away…and now had none.
Like a rock thrown from a steep cliff, he fell on the floor unceremoniously.
xxxxx
Heat grumbled with his arms crossed as he sat on his bed. He narrowed his eyes, ignoring the female by his bedside as she fed him.
He hated this.
'Damn bitch!' he internally cursed as he cursed three things.
Himself. Her. And his weakness.
He hated himself for being forced into this situation. He hated himself for being forced to behave as if he were the woman of their relationship.
He hated her. He hated her for treating him the way she did. He hated her for doting on him the way a mother would towards her favorite child. He hated her for thinking that he was weak; for thinking that it was he who needed her and not her needing him.
He hated his weakness. It was his weak body that had succumbed to the call of malady. It had been his frail shell of a body that had relinquished its robust and ever vigilant flame of strength over to lulling voices of these…ailments.
And so, like a child, he slumped and slouched on his bed further, crossing his arms tighter, pouting.
Sera sighed; he was doing it again. He was making this difficult for her. Sometimes, she just didn't understand him. He was an oxymoron. He had told her too many times of him being strong; of him being the beam and foundation of the wall that she could fall back on in times of need…
The epitome of strength…He was to be her shield…Her protector and preserver…
But at times, like now, he was acting like a child. He was acting and behaving as if he were the one in need of the protection; of the preservation.
She sighed, 'He's just sick…That's all.'
Heat growled as he felt a burning sensation on his chest. He ignored it. He hissed as he felt it again. This time, it was on his back. But like before, he ignored it.
He willed his mind to focus on something else when he again felt a sting on his body; this time, it was on his arm. He snorted and she immediately stopped feeding him and looked at him with curious eyes, "Heat…? What's wrong?" she asked worriedly.
'What's wrong?! You're what's wrong!' he mentally screamed, 'Go the fuck away!'
"Nothing."
"Are you cold…?"
"I said it's nothing." he responded hastily, snarling a bit.
Sera looked at him apologetically. The poor thing. Although he wouldn't say it, she had an idea of what it was that was bothering him.
He had not taken a look at himself ever since his last fainting spell. And she thought and firmly believed that it was better that way.
He had not seen that the little red spot that she had told him about earlier had…reproduced. She looked at him with naughty eyes as she fought the strong urge to laugh at him. This was the funniest situation that she had ever seen him in.
She bit her lip as she felt another wave of the desire to laugh. There he was on his bed, pouting like a spoiled brat, grumbling like a ten year-old, crossing his arms with a pair of protruding lips, having spots of red rash all over his body…and his face.
She mentally laughed at that; well, she really couldn't laugh for real. She just had to content herself with having an imaginary laugh; and so, she indulged. There on his face, most especially on his cheeks, chin and the skin under his nose and up his lips, where were all the spots seemed to accumulate.
She sweat-dropped; she wondered why that was so.
The spots and rash seemed to have minds of their own as they had decided to invade that part of his face prevalently!
'He looks like…He looks like he's having that rash as his moustache and beard!' she laughed at that mentally again.
'He reminds me of someone…' she thought absentmindedly, spending all those seconds thinking of who it might be.
A moment later, she found it.
'Ah…! Yes! He reminds me of…Yosemite Sam!' she laughed again as she remembered that from her past life.
He did look kind of like Yosemite Sam she reckoned; complete with the red hair and the ever glaring eyes and pompous arrogance. Oh yes. Heat was definitely like Yosemite Sam.
She smiled as she thought more about it…Back then, there had been moving animated pictures called cartoons…She remembered having to have watched them. She sighed; those were the days.
She blinked.
She was getting distracted!
Now where was she again?
Oh yes!
The rashes on his face!
Those rashes on his face…really did look quite disgusting. The rash proudly protruded from his facial skin with utter impudence and mockery of its spectators that Sera found it humorous; the rash that proudly protruded from his facial skin did so as close to one another as possible. That was right. One rash after another was closely beside the other.
Sera shivered at that. The feeling that she got as she stared at the aforesaid rash was akin to what a ten year old girl would feel should she see and touch a centipede. No sooner did Sera imagine that did her skin crawl, 'Eeekk! That's…that's just…not right…'
She focused on Heat once more; this time, forgetting the rash but focusing on the near future…She bit her lip. A few days after and those would form scabs…
And puss would probably build up within too!
'Eww…' she thought with a mental laugh; but then again…She wouldn't mind…It was Heat after all…
She stood and took the tray and bowl away, "You can leave after a day Heat! Isn't that good news?" she asked convivially.
She heard a grumble for a reply.
"What was that Heat? I didn't hear you…" she said just as merrily.
Heat seethed on his bed, gritting his teeth. He was still getting that intense and annoying throbbing on his skin. Skin?! No. More like his entire body. He clenched his hands into fists; he didn't even understand what it was that Sera was saying.
Sure, he heard her but the throbbing and the burning feeling on his skin prevented him from understanding her. It was everywhere! The throbbing and the stinging were pervading his senses!
He cursed; he knew what it was he should do in order to relieve himself of such throbbing and stinging…
'I gotta…I gotta scratch…!' he mentally screamed. Yes. Not only did his mind scream for such fulfillment but his whole body as well.
It was commanding him to compromise his thus far composed demeanor and succumb to the call of coarse and rough scratching.
He shook his head. No. He shouldn't! Sera was there! She would think that he was weak if he did! Why? Because! What kind of a man was he if he were to capitulate to such a sensation!? Was he not strong enough to control his desires!? Ohhhh no! He wouldn't scratch himself in front of her even if his life depended on it!
'Never damn it!' he screamed internally once more.
'Fuckkkk…!!!' he thought and cursed as he felt another throb and sting on his skin as soon as he had made his internal promise; this time though, the throbbing and the stinging was more intense!
He looked at the red spot that was craving his attention with disdain and disappointment. Heat glared at it, 'You want me to scratch you…don't you?' he drawled mentally, picking a fight with the bright red rash on his forearm.
He chuckled darkly, 'Oooohh nnooo…! I wouldn't scratch you even if Varin crawled in here in a nurse's outfit! Ohhhh no!'
Sera sweat-dropped as she stared at him. She had been staring at him for the past minute or so as she figured that he had not been responsive to what it was she had said. And there, as she saw him looking intently, albeit glaring, at his rash that she figured that he was having a contest with his red mark.
He could be such an oddball.
"Um, Heat?" she asked, her voice a bit louder than the last.
Here, to her surprise, Heat had actually heard her, "Huh?"
She chuckled as she noted with amusement the hint of disorientation on his face…Her poor baby…He had been concentrating on the rash too much!
"I just said that your doctor said that you could go home tomorrow. Your fever had subsided and well…after you receive the antibiotics, we can go home." she said cheerfully as she gave him her warmest of smiles.
Heat's breathing stopped as he found himself enthralled by her smile. But seeing it though had brought back his feelings of…inadequacy…
He just hated himself a bit more.
He stiffened again as he felt the throbbing and stinging. He hissed as he realized that it came simultaneously from his back, chest and…abdomen…
'Damn!' he thought with a light cringe as the rash throbbed painfully, vexingly, teasingly…asking him to relieve its state…
He gritted his teeth now as he fought tooth and nail just to maintain his composure…The feeling of utter desperation to maintain his demeanor was beginning to bring tears into his eyes. He clenched the sheets in each of his fisted hands, clenching even tighter still as he gave it his all to remain where he was and have his rash untouched.
His whole body now throbbed painfully…
It was as if he were being bathed in hell's hot searing fire…
He wanted to rip his skin from his body at that moment…Yes. He liked that…It would give him nothing but bliss…Sweet merciful bliss…!
But he couldn't…No. He just had to sit there…and remain perfectly still…
His throat was parched and dry…his eyes blazing in agony and heat…his body raging within desperation…Like a marooned man on an island, his body had been possessed by this demon to quench his unending thirst…by any means necessary. It was this demon, this phantom that urged, commanded, teased…seduced him to sin…to abandon virtue…to fall from grace…
To scratch…
'No goddamn it!' he internally shouted and yelled.
Sera looked at him with slight worry now. She blinked and walked over to him, placing a hand on his arm, "Heat…?"
Bad move.
Heat cringed and winced as he felt the woman of his affections unwittingly touch an aching rash…
'Oh God…!' he thought painfully, "Sera…just…go away…" he hissed under his breath, his tone low and gruff, his eyes boring into her silver pools intensely.
Sera blinked as she found herself like a deer in headlights in his gaze. She willed herself to look elsewhere and there she noticed his stiff countenance.
'Oh! It's the rash!' she thought knowingly.
'My poor special guy!!' she screamed internally as she realized his predicament, 'He's trying soooo hard…!' she mentally whined. Yes. He was trying so hard not to scratch himself…
She smiled at him, "Hold on Heat! I'll be right back!"
Without another word, she dashed from his room and left. Heat watched her go and continued to watch the door even after she had left. He waited a moment or two before deciding that she was indeed gone.
Now, there…that she was gone, now, it was the time wherein he could…
'Aaahhh…!' he thought in mirth and fulfillment as he did what he had been aching to do ever since he had awoken.
He had scratched his rash.
And his oath of eternal vigilance and strength? Gone with the wind.
Now, he was completely blind, deaf and dumb to the rest of the world. All that mattered was him and his rash; nothing else existed.
Nothing existed with the exception of himself, his rash…and his uncontrollable lust to quench the seemingly unending desire to relieve himself…relieve himself of the rash' curse.
'Aa…Finally…'
Heat pasted a dreamy look on his face as his fingers and nails moved along his skin.
"Aa…" he groaned as he relieved himself.
Soon…his movements intensified…
He gritted his teeth; his eyebrows were furrowed with outmost concentration and his eyes burned with intensity as he let his fingernails graze the skin of the rash intently…There, as he moved his fingers back and forth on the red spots on his skin did he feel…free…
He stiffened as he felt the throbbing on his back. Again, he let himself indulge…
He shivered in cold yet warm pleasure as he eased himself off the recalcitrant stringing on his skin…It was there as he relieved himself that he felt the fires of his inflamed skin finally be extinguished…
He arched his back and closed his eyes as he let himself fall off that abyss of pain…and onto pleasure…
"You shouldn't do that…"
He immediately stiffened and ceased his hands movements as he heard a gentle and soft female voice in the room.
'Fuck…' he thought in disgust and hopelessness as he realized who it was.
xxxxx
Argilla sweat-dropped as she dragged her silver-haired lover down the halls of the infirmary. She had heard about the fiasco that had happened between Sera and Heat. She felt sorry for Heat; but she felt all the more sorry for Sera.
It had been Sera who had stuck by Heat along the way…No matter how difficult he was; no matter how recalcitrant and resolute he was…
Nope.
Sera refused to leave his side…
That was why she had wanted to visit Sera and Heat at the infirmary. She knew that she would be there. Besides, she wanted to see how Heat was faring. And she really didn't want to go there alone!
Heck, she didn't want to be the third wheel should things get…heated up.
She chuckled at that.
"What's…so funny…?"
She stiffened and then shrugged her shoulders, "Nothing Serph. Nothing at all."
She stopped her walking though as she felt her partner halt his steps. She turned to look at him and gave him a confused look, "Serph?"
He shook his head, "You go ahead. I'll join you in five. I have to speak to someone."
She nodded, "Alright. Don't get lost." she grinned at him. He grinned back at her and leaned closer to her ear, "I won't."
She chuckled and there turned around and started to walk away, "Yea, yea."
She reached the elevator and walked in.
A few minutes later, as she walked out of the elevator, she saw Heat's assigned room. She nodded, 'Right. It's room 167-A. That's it!' she thought with mirth as she saw the aforesaid room a few feet away. Her steps suddenly had an extra skip as she neared it.
She froze however as she stood a foot away from the door. Her pink eyes widened as she heard a noise.
"Ugh…!"
She blinked. No. It wasn't noise. It…Someone was…moaning?
No. No. She was probably mistaken…Someone was speaking.
She furrowed her eyebrows and pouted as she unintentionally caught a bit of their conversation…Conversation? Heck; she was fooling herself! It wasn't speech that she had heard in there and that was a fact!
'But…it can't be…There are only Heat and Sera in there.'
Her cheeks blushed beet red as she once more heard the faint, yet obviously sensuous sounds of moaning on the other side of the door.
She sweat-dropped, 'Do I have the right room?' she asked herself in high doubt as she looked at the piece of paper in her hand. 'No…It's…This is the right room…Right?' she asked again as she took another step closer to it.
"S-sera…"
Well, whereby before there had been doubts as to the people occupying the room in front of her, now, it had been nullified.
Yup. This was definitely Heat's room.
"Aa…! Sera…!"
She blushed at that. That was a male's voice. That was…a sensuous male's voice! That was Heat's male voice thrown in a sensuous manner! Just what the heck…!?
"S-sera…"
"Don't…Not…Not in there…"
Argilla raised an eyebrow as she heard the words. 'Not in there…?!' she repeated in her mind with a slight gasp and an even bewildered countenance.
"W-where…?"
Alright that was definitely Sera.
"Here…"
"Sera…!"
"Heat…?"
'Just what the fuck do they think they're doing in there?!' she thundered within as she had a fairly good idea what was transpiring between Sera and Heat.
She then snorted as she remembered Sera telling her earlier that she wanted to drop by Heat's room in order to visit him and take care of him.
"Why…Why do you keep me hanging…?"
Her eye twitched as she heard the aforesaid line.
Oh she was taking care of him alright! She snorted and scoffed at that thought.
"Here…It's here…Please…"
"There…Just…down there…Down the middle…"
She couldn't take it anymore! Her skin was beginning to crawl as her mind fed her with the unsavory images of Sera and Heat in the middle of the act…
'Eww…She…she might catch what ever it is that he has!' she thought in disgust.
"Argilla…?"
She stiffened again.
"I thought you were going to go ahead of me."
She internally cursed herself. She had to get Serph away from there! Quick! If he found out about Sera and Heat…Well, there would not be a need for the infirmary and doctors…but rather, the morgue and morticians.
She blinked and zipped up to him, seizing him by the arms, "Hey, you know what, I'm hungry. Let's just get outta here and come back later!" she said with a feigned sense of excitement.
Serph raised an eyebrow at her, "Huh? But you were the one who was dragging me all the way here and now you just want to leave?" he asked in total disbelief; his silver eyes shining in confusion.
'Crap!' Argilla mentally screamed.
"Oh! Erm…that! Well, ah…that was before! I mean, I'm hungry…Please Serph…" she whined pitifully, her pink eyes dilating at an extreme fashion, making her look like a wounded puppy.
'Please buy it…Please buy it…!' she prayed internally.
Serph stared at her face for a moment; something wasn't right. He didn't know what it was and he didn't have any clue either but it was just his instincts telling him that there was just something awry in the way Argilla persuaded him…
Hm…
He wondered; should he pursue the matter? Or merely let it drop…?
"Please Serph…!"
Well, that did it. Her face was just too cute to resist! He chuckled, "Haha…Alright. Let's come back later. Heat's still probably asleep."
'Yay for me!'
She began to drag him around when a moment later, it was herself being dragged. She began to panic, "Serph?"
He smiled at her, "Well, let's get out of here. But let's say hello to Heat first. It wouldn't hurt. He may be asleep but, I just want to see how he's doing. Besides, we're already here anyway…" he trailed off as he resisted the female's flimsy tug and in turn gripped her arm firmly and tightly, leading her back to Heat's room.
Argilla bit her lip.
'Oh boy…Here we go…'
She could only pray to all the gods and goddesses that Heat and Sera had already reached wherever it was they wanted to reach, did whatever it was they wanted to do, and finished whatever it was they needed to finish.
Sweat was beginning to form on her as she and Serph neared the damning room. She bit her lip tightly; she was nervous.
'Sera…'
A moment later, the two stared at the room's door before them.
Serph's smile disappeared from his face as he stared at the door blankly.
Argilla bit her lip tighter and she just knew that her skin had been torn. She shut her eyes as she heard the voices within the room all the while waiting for Serph to decide upon the next course of action.
Hopefully, it would be an action that didn't involve the killing of Heat.
"Sera…Sera…"
'Oh my God…' Argilla mentally trailed off, 'You two are in sooo much trouble…' she thought with disappointment and…a hint of…thrill…?
She chuckled at that. She may be concerned for Heat and Sera, but there was just a part of her that wondered on what would and might happen should their little 'activity' be divulged.
Like now.
"Ugh…Aa…Just there…just…down there…"
She looked at Serph and blinked; there was an unreadable expression on his face. His eyes were shut and his eyebrows were slightly furrowed.
His jaws were locked…And…was he grinding his teeth together!?
He was silent…
Eerily silent…
She couldn't help but let out a shiver…
"Oh Heat…"
At that sound, at the sound of his sister's voice, did the silver-haired stoic man finally snap. With a low growl emanating from his throat, he made for the door of the room, still dragging the pink-haired woman beside him and there burst into the room, "Get away from my sister!!"
Both their eyes widened at what they saw.
xxxxx
She wasn't supposed to see that damn it! He felt blood rush and flood his veins as he realized the implications of his actions. Damn. Bloody damn.
She had seen him…in a most compromising position…
How the heck was he to strut around boasting his so-called "strength" when she had already laid eyes on the weakest and stupidest side of him?
The answer was simple; he couldn't. Not now and not ever.
He groaned at that.
"Sera…What do you want?" he asked in a low and calm voice, his face bored and unfazed as if nothing out of the ordinary had transpired. Well, it was the only thing that he could do at the moment anyway.
Deny, deny…and deny some more! Even if he had been caught red-handed, he wouldn't acknowledge anything and that was final!
Hmph!
She sweat-dropped as she bit her lip; he was still his stubborn self. Well, his stubborn but cute self.
She walked over to him and showed him an object.
Heat's eyes widened as he read the label. He almost drooled at seeing it. There, on Sera's hands laid his potential savior…
There was a large part of him that just wanted to grab the object from her and shove her out of his door…but there was a part of him telling him that he needed not the object for he could handle the situation on his own.
He winced as the other part of him attempted to convince his other stubborn self.
'But we need that…!'
'No we don't.' the other side snorted haughtily, 'Besides, we could just content ourselves to occasionally scratching. We don't need some sissy-assed cream!'
'But it would heal the rash faster!'
'Who cares?! It'll heal on its own! We don't need anything that would come from her!'
"Ugh…!" he groaned loudly, uncontrollably as he felt a soothing sensation on his chest. He gritted his teeth as he realized what had just transpired.
He had been so wrapped up in his inner thoughts that he had not noticed Sera take the initiative. What initiative? She had taken it upon herself to expose his chest and rubbed the soothing cream on his aching and stinging skin…
Needless to say…the sensation was…exquisite…
It soothed his skin…and tamed the burning feeling within…
"S-sera…" he breathed out, his voice slightly trembling as his feelings of pride and insecurity floated out of his head, relishing only in the feeling of immense relief…
Sera giggled as she felt Heat finally relax in her arms. And to think that he was trying so hard playing hard to get! She giggled again; he could be such a girl!
She sighed in contentment as she sat on his bedside comfortably now, applying the soft and slick cream on Heat's chest. She burned at that thought and blushed uncontrollably as she considered their positions.
She began to heat up and she laughed humorlessly, 'Oh…it's…um…getting hot in here I think…'
She stiffened as she heard her partner's sensuous moan and she had the urge to stop her hands' movements. She let out a staggering breath. Whereas before it had been Heat being uncomfortable, well, now it had been her whom the gods had cursed.
"Aa…! Sera…!"
She blushed harder as she heard her name pass through his lips effortlessly…so effortlessly like a golden leaf being blown away by a gentle breeze in a warm yet chilly Fall afternoon…
'This is…this is getting harder…' she thought to herself and she wasn't kidding! The feel of his skin against hers was excruciatingly pleasurable…well, minus the rashes, that is! Well, the feel of his skin against hers…as she touched him…
It was giving Sera an inflamed feeling. No; not just on her skin…No…the feeling, this sensuous sensation was deep seethed…It stirred, it awoke…it invoked something powerful from within the very bowels of her soul and the very fiber of her being.
And at that moment, she herself felt confused. Just who was it that was ill here? Him…? Or was it her?
'I…I really don't want to answer that…' she said to herself.
"S-sera…"
She blushed again as she heard her name being spoken from his full lips. Her heart quickened its pace as she found herself wordless.
"Don't…Not…Not in there…" he absentmindedly instructed, his voice low and gentle, gesturing to her hands that were now glazing the skin of his left arm.
"W-where…?" she asked meekly, waiting on his instruction.
"Here…" he trailed off, his voice low and sensuous, telling her that he was most probably lost to her within this world. No; the Heat she knew wouldn't be behaving like this…The Heat she knew would resist all forms of given comfort and aid…
While this one…
He was basking in the relief that she had provided; it was as if he were in a trance where pride and strength mattered not. He cared not if the cream had come from her. He cared not if it were her hands that were soothing him now…
She snorted suddenly at her own notion; oh no. He was entranced alright. But it wasn't because he was appreciating what it was she was doing. Oh no. It was either that he was unaware of what he was doing consciously or it was just that the discomfort that he had been feeling was too great a burden to assiduously carry…
At that point, she had half the mind to ditch him.
'Hmph! Meanie!' she thought, pouting childishly.
But then again…she couldn't leave him! He needed her now more than ever!
"Sera…!" he said in a strangled voice.
She blinked, "Heat…?"
"Why…Why do you keep me hanging…?"
She blushed as she pondered over his question. What did he mean? Her contemplation was rudely interrupted as she felt his firm and strong hand on hers, pulling at it firmly, "Here…It's here…Please…"
Please. He was pleading. She blinked. He never did that before…
'Those rashes…must be very, very itchy…' she thought with utter disbelief; still unbelieving the fact that such a rash could bring about such a reaction and such behavior from Heat.
She followed his hand's direction and there found her palm on his back, "There…Just…down there…Down the middle…" he trailed off.
And now as she viewed his back, Sera too had succumbed to the call of entrancement and enchantment…
A few moments had gone by and nothing but silence coupled with her partner's appreciative growls and moans pervaded the room.
"Sera…Sera…" he moaned uncontrollably as she continued to massage his itchy and stinging skin…
Sera smiled at that.
He may not like saying "thank you" a lot, but she knew that he was feeling gratified…She knew him well enough to know that he really was appreciating what it was she was doing for him.
And that was enough for her.
She chuckled lightly as he arched his back, hissing in pure bliss as she massaged his back, letting her petite yet slender fingers trail feather-light touches along his spine.
He groaned, "Ugh…Aa…Just there…just…down there…"
She giggled, "Oh Heat…"
She didn't mean to speak, but his sensual grunts and groans at her hands were just too cute a scenario to pass up without so much as one silly comment!
The two were rudely interrupted as they heard the door pushed opened violently.
"Get away from my sister!!"
Immediately, upon hearing the uproar, Heat and Sera's heads whipped through the air to see the shocked and blushing countenances of Serph's and Argilla's faces.
"Serph! Argilla…! Erm…how do you…do…?" Sera asked; uncertainty laced within her greeting.
xxxxx
Argilla wanted to burst out laughing at that moment. So she was mistaken. And so was Serph. So Heat and Sera weren't doing anything of "that" sort. But then again, she supposed that what she found within the room was far better than a live view of sex!
She fixed her pink eyes on Sera, who looked quite shocked and over to her partner, who was seated on the bed…with his proud bare torso.
She sweat-dropped; well it would've been a nice view…However…
"Oh…my God…!" she half squealed in laughter and amusement. At that, Serph looked at her and there, they had a silent agreement.
They both laughed to their hearts contents.
"Oh my God Heat!" she said; breathless as she continued to laugh. She clutched her stomach as she continued her merry-making and there, pointed a slender finger at him, "I…I didn't know that your condition was…this serious! Hahaha!!" she finished; once more, breathless.
Serph sweat-dropped as he looked at her laughing form, momentarily forgoing the feeling joining in her laugh and likewise the feeling of guilt towards Heat and Sera and now just focused on his pink-haired companion who seemed to have taken laughing up another level… She was laughing so hard that her chest was heaving up and down uncontrollably. He had to admit that Heat's disposition was…hilarious but he wasn't one to laugh…At least, not that boisterously!
Well…he supposed that that was a trait that he loved about her…
He came to her side and there pulled at her arm and shoulders so that she straightened herself, "Come on Argilla. Laughing…is rude." he said gently.
She shook her head as she continued to laugh and there she looked at him with a pained expression on her face. On her cheeks were a light pink tinge; her eyes were wide and dilated, moisture accumulating within them. She was hiccupping now as she continued to laugh, "Ahaha…I just can't help it! I mean…I mean…did you see that…!?"
He made a sour face; did he see that…?
What kind of a bloody question was that?!
"Argilla…" he trailed off; wanting her to control herself.
At that, Argilla pointed a finger at Heat, whilst still looking at her silver-haired lover, "Oh my…! I…I didn't think that it was…that bad! I mean, come on!" she said, heaving up and down, trying in vain to catch her breath as if it were a fleeting breeze, "And, and…that…hahahah! And…and I thought that he didn't want a beard or a moustache!"
Serph chuckled a bit; he had to agree with her. Heat did look silly; the lower part of his face was like a…like a beehive; teeming with life. Or this case, teeming with puss-filled incubators.
His skin crawled at that and he shuddered.
Heat twitched his eyebrow uncontrollably as he suddenly had the overwhelming urge to murder everyone in that room as well as those whom he would come across.
The two of them, Serph and Argilla, were so fixed on one another, laughing and chuckling and making outrageously rude comments about him, in his presence no less!
Were they stupid or something!?
'Did they forget that I'm even here!? That this is my room!?' he internally boiled.
'Why I oughta…' he thought malevolently.
Sera looked from her sister-figure, who had obviously lost her marbles, to her still composed brother, to her now seething partner.
She sweat-dropped.
The poor baby…He was so embarrassed…
'Aww…' she thought sympathetically.
Suddenly her thoughts were interrupted as she heard Argilla's convivial laugh. She looked at Heat once more and felt guilty. But still…She felt like laughing too.
Not being able to control herself any longer, she leaned in closer to him, wanting to dissipate his apparent aura of loathing and murderous intent, "Hey…" she whispered to his ear, "Stop that…You might explode! Really Heat, you're being like one of your pods just getting ready to erupt!", but failed miserably as her intentioned kind words turned into another heartless yet humorous joke.
Heat stiffened at that as his anger suddenly froze and there he tore his eyes from the ridiculously oblivious couple to his grinning partner and glared; did she just say that about him!? Did she just compare him to a…to one of his rashes!?
'Waiting to erupt!? I'll show her an eruption!' he thundered.
"Shut the fuck up! You fucktards are in my fucking room! If you want to fucking stay in one fucking piece, then shut the fuck up! Or I'll shut you all up!" he hollered; his voice loud and demanding, his face as red as his hair, his eyes blazing hotly, clearly inflamed from the steadily mounting feeling of embarrassment, lividness and annoyance.
Three pairs of eyes stuck themselves upon him, clearly stupefied.
A moment of silence thus ensued.
Heat blushed again; now that all eyes were on him…he suddenly felt uncomfortable…
'Oh man…Aa…! They're…they're staring…! Man…is there something on my face…?'
He heard a snicker, 'Did you forget about your puss-filled hives?'
'…'
Oh yea. Right.
Bloody hell! Don't these people have anything else to say!? Or anything else to do for that matter!?
"There goes the whole comrade and camaraderie bullshit…" he grumbled.
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