A/N: Enjoy~

is what I want to say.

This is a really weird one… It couldn't be helped! How else would you relate yaoi and 'clothes iron.' And she said it had to be a central part of the story. *sigh* In any case, as I mentioned before, you can give me topics too if you want. I think it'd be fun to do all sorts of things.

Len stared blankly at the object in front of him.

~flashback~

"Rin..."

"Len, it's just ironing clothes. It is not a big deal," Rin said as she pulled on her shoes and bent to tie them up.

Len sighed, "Why can't you do it after your date with Miku?"

"Because...I'm going to her house after," his sister said, shooting him a look that said 'get the message?'

Len got it.

"Fine, fine, I'll do i!. I'll iron the stupid clothes!"

"Good boy!" Rin said clapping her hands together, "I'll buy you one of those giant banana-shaped body pillows you wanted as a treat."

With that she ran out the door.

"You better!" Len called out after her.

~end flashback~

Len sighed and grasped the handle of the clothes iron and held it above his head to inspect it.

Len was useless at household work. Singing and hitting notes with 100% accuracy while doing complex dance routines, captivating millions of girls in the same moment with a mere smile and being a sexy cute uke to Kaito were things he was made to do. Chores? Not so much.

"Alright," he said determinedly, "I will accomlish this task."

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"A-ah! Oh god, what the hell is this thing!" Len yelled as a large black wire snaked around his body, the end rested on his bare right nipple, tickling it.

Len hardly knew what had just happened.

One moment he was trying hard to figure out how to turn the clothes iron on, and before he knew it the 1.5 meter cord had shot out and the plug had somehow torn all his clothes off him.

A second cord shot out from where the first cord connected to the clothes iron and wrapped itself around Len's hips. It grasped Len's length, causing him to call out wantonly.

Len's member hardened within an instant.

"Ah!" he called out as the cord squeezed his length once again. He was reminded of Kaito and how he would squeeze his length in much the same way.

Len stared ahead with misty eyes as the clothes iron started floating. Considering what was happening to him at the moment he was only half surprised.

But then it started floating towards him, the metal part facing him, ready to make contact with his skin.

Wait. Weren't those things supposed to be hot?

Len yelped and tried to back away, but more black cords shot out from the clothes iron, pinning him in place and causing him to trip and fall.

"Ah! No!" he yelled as the iron neared his leg.

The iron came closer and Len tensed, preparing to feel hot pain.

The tip touched Len's ankle and Len was surprised to see that it wasn't hot. In fact it was mildly cool.

"Oh yeah..." Len said to himself, "Never could turn it on."

He was distracted by a gentle tug on his member.

Panting a little, Len looked down at the black cords causing him so much pleasure. The clothes iron had started to travel up his leg. It was warming up, but it was a soothing type of warmth, unlike the scalding heat Len had expected.

The cords started warming up too, and two opened Len's legs wider. Len closed his eyes and imagined they were Kaito, getting ready to enter him.

The clothes iron was now at his inner thigh, warming it up. It sprayed some water into Len's entrance and Len moaned. The water, if it really was water, was warm and somehow a bit thick.

"Ah..." he moaned as the cords began to prep his entrance. With his eyes still closed, Len pretended they were Kaito's fingers instead.

He could practically hear Kaito's voice, Len...? May I...enter you…?

"Yes...come inside," Len said, he opened his eyes and looked down at his splayed legs.

'Hey, Lenny,' a small part of him said, 'This is a clothes iron, it's, you know, big. It might, like, hurt.'

Oh yeah.

Len reached out to push it away but it was too late.

The tip of the clothes iron entered him, causing him to yell out.

Len stopped struggling.

Strange...very strange...

It didn't hurt at all.

Len relaxed and closed his eyes once more. Moans of pleasure started to escape his lips.

The rhythm in which the clothes iron entered and left him was similar to that of Kaito's.

The iron was very warm now. It was sexy, gentle type of warmth similar to Kaito's.

It pounded into Len, hitting all his favorite spots while the cords touched his chest, thighs and neck, causing tingles throughout his body.

It was like Len had been transmitted to a manga about tentacle porn where he was the victim being ravished by the tentacle beast.

Except it wasn't tentacle porn.

It was freaky-clothes-iron-with-many-cords-coming-out-of-it-and-violating-him-while-the-clothes-iron-itself-penetrated-him porn.

But whatever.

If it was happening, Len might as well be enjoying it. The movements were so similar to Kaito after all...

"Ah!" Len yelled as the iron hit a spot that made him see white.

"I-I'm going to..." Len gasped.

The iron hit the same spot again just as a cord hit a sensitive place in his nether regions.

Len finally came, calling out in pleasure.

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"Mmm..." Len moaned as he rolled over.

Kaito stood by the clothes iron.

He moved the machine back and forth over the fabric on the iron board, all the while sneaking glances at Len.

He'd gotten a text from Rin saying that she was out and Len probably needed help with the chores, even though she'd assured him it'd be fine.

Kaito came over and sure enough Len was sleeping on the couch. It was one of Len's endearing bad habits to take a nap in order to postpone something he didn't want to do.

Kaito decided to do the chores for him. Meanwhile he was pretty sure Len was having a wet dream. There was a little tent in the blanket Kaito draped over him in the area of where his nether regions were located.

Kaito hoped it was about him.

He rushed to finish the chores that had been originally left to Len.

When Len woke up, he'd probably wouldn't mind...bonding a little with Kaito. He'd might need a little 'relief.'

Len softly moaned again in his sleep.

Kaito finished folding the last shirt and put in the pile of clothing to take upstairs.

He hoped Len would wake up soon because it seemed that Kaitowas also in need of a bit of relief.