A/N: I came up with this when having a conversation with The Odd One95, and I hope this will cheer her/him up! I have an idea of the gender, but I don't want to embarrass myself so I write both. Sorry :I

Special Fort

Jericho opened the apartment and looked inside; there were no sight of Seymour as Elliot had said. The villain had called him 9 am in the evening just after dinner and asked if he wanted to come over.

Of course he wanted to, but he had no idea what Elliot was planning. And when he moved inside the two villains' home he was careful, not wanting to be snuck upon by Kyd.

The first thing he noticed was that all the pillows had been moved to the living room, just in front of the TV. And he started to have a fairly good idea of what they would be doing.

But still, Elliot used to just say that they would build a pillow fort. This time he had been all secretive. Jericho moved closer, and saw the bat eared villain seated beside the couch on the floor.

Hi.

Hi.

So what are we going to do?

A special fort.

Special, how?

Elliot grinned, and Jericho gave him a doubtful glance. He knew that there was something up with Kyd! But the villain pushed a pillow into his arms, and started to build the fort so that it leaned on the grey couch.

The villain showed how he should build, and he noticed that Elliot was trying to build the fort as sturdy as possible. Usually they built it so that they could make it inside and then tear it down over their heads, it created a little nest where they could sleep.

But apparently not today, and it was a fairly big space they were creating for them inside. And Elliot still refused to say what exactly they were doing.

Do you want pasta?

Jericho frowned, but nodded. It had gone dark outside, and they were done with the fort now. Elliot had to say what was up soon enough, Jericho just had to wait.

So they boiled up some water, and put the pasta inside. Neither of them was very good at cooking, so Elliot put ketchup inside -ignoring Jericho's comment about vampires- and Jericho put butter and salt. They didn't eat in the fort, which Jericho had thought about.

You have to tell me sometime!

No, I don't.

What, that's not fair.

Elliot laughed, showing his sharp teeth now stained with ketchup.

You do look like a vampire.

Jericho dodged the fork, and Elliot sucked of the ketchup from his teeth with a scoff. The ears flapped in annoyance, but Jericho found it fair if Elliot wasn't going to say what they were doing.

They cleaned off the table, and moved back to the living room. Kyd crawled inside the fort, and Jericho ended up standing outside.

Are you coming?

Tell me.

I will tell you inside.

The room was dark, and under the pillows it was even darker. He was sure that Elliot saw in the dark, and had fun with the fact that Jericho had to crawl inside without seeing where the other was. But there were too little space to hide, so he stretched out until he touched Kyd's shoulder.

He was suddenly pulled forward by the other's hand. And his lips were crushed by the other's cold ones. He yelped in surprise, and could feel Kyd grin as he slipped his forked tongue inside his mouth. The villain moved around, so that Jericho ended up in his lap again. And rubbed his tongue on the roof of Jericho's mouth.

The blonde found it extremely unfair that Kyd had the upper hand in the dark, and shoved his tongue inside the other's mouth instead. Elliot was still grinning when he tenderly touched his sharp teeth, and he moved his hands to brush trough Jericho's hair. Jericho wasn't as good as Kyd at kissing, maybe because he had lived on a mountain were they weren't very many people to kiss, none actually.

But they had to break for air sometime, and then they just sat there in the dark. Jericho seated in Elliot's lap, and Kyd rubbing small circles in his back. If it had been more comfortable Jericho would have tried to scratch Kyd's ears, he had found out that the villain loved that, but Elliot was taller than him. And then he had to stretch his arms over the other's head, and he just wanted to sit there.

It is a make-out fort.

Jericho moved his head; sure that Elliot could see his questioning frown.

We built a make-out fort.

A/N: Hope you liked that, and I do take request or ideas :)