http://clampfix.fanworks.net/others/snails.txt </head><body><pre>It's surprisingly easy to fic when sober. ^_- Yes, this -was- going to be a lemon, but instead it developed a PG rating 'cause the only voices willing to help me write lemons lately are from Initial D. ;;^^ --- Snails and Puppy Dog Tails Kentarou stared over at Takepon with large eyes. "Takepon~~" His friend looked ready to cry. And no wonder! They were only supposed to be appearing in a play, but instead, they got kidnapped by 20 Mensou, taken to a large mansion, stripped of their Duklyon suits, and "kya--ed" over by two older women. Not exactly what either of them expected when they got up out of bed this morning. Takepon turned to look at Kentarou. "What?" His tone was long suffering, and to Kentarou, it sounded like Takepon needed some cheering up. He smiled at his friend. "C'mon," Kentarou said, walking over to Takepon, and slinging an arm around his shoulders. "Cheer up, it's not that bad." Takepon just gave Kentarou a LOOK. "Kentarou! This is all your fault!" He growled, shoving Kentarou's arm off, and stalking to the other side of the room, and sat down in a chair. Kentarou sighed. Considering the room was the size of a walk-in closet, the only things in the room were two chairs, and that the door was locked, he thought Takepon's efforts at running away were rather futile. He looked at his friend's back, thinking. Kentarou had tried everything short of jumping the other boy to get Takepon to take him seriously. Being a bride was his one ambition - and Kentarou felt like Takepon would be the perfect groom. Cute, intelligent, devoted. Kentarou let his eyes travel down Takepon's tense back, and wondered if maybe it was time to try changing his tactics. Kentarou approached Takepon again, placing his hands on Takepon's shoulders. He began to massage the kinks out. He felt Takepon stiffen as he began the massage, but slowly Takepon began to relax under the warm, strong hands. Kentarou leaned in a bit. "Relax a bit. It will be all right," Kentarou told his friend. "Easy for you to say," Takepon grumbled. Kentarou smiled as he noticed that some of his friend's usual heat was gone from the words. "You never worry. Which means I have to think about what people say every time you call me 'darling,' or when you're about to spit out that we're Dukylon." Kentarou's smile widened further, and he silently thanked whatever power had made sure they were kidnapped. "You worry too much, Takepon. Think of all you're missing in life while you worry. You spend all your time worrying, and none of your time trying what life has to offer." He let his fingers stop the massage and rest on Takepon's shoulders. Takepon didn't answer, and Kentarou saw that his eyes were closed. The other boy was just so adorable sitting there that Kentarou couldn't help him. His right hand slid over Takepon's shoulder in a caress, to the other boy's neck, before Kentarou's fingers reached their destination: Takepon's soft, black hair. He ran his fingers through that hair, smiling, remembering. ---- Kentarou looked around the park. As usual, it was deserted. His face fell. This time the six-year old had wanted to actually play with someone. It wasn't easy to be normal like everyone else. His parents were always busy, and for the most part, the shy boy had trouble talking with his classmates. Kentarou shrugged. "Well, why waste the trip?" He smiled, walked over to the swings, and sat down on one of them. Beginning to swing, Kentarou grinned as he fly higher and higher. Nothing felt better than soaring through the air! He felt even taller than his father when he swung. "Wow!" Kentarou nearly fell out of the swing as he hit the top of an arc, and heard a childish voice behind him. "You're swinging so high!" Kentarou stopped pumping his legs and saw a boy about his age with black hair standing next to the swing set. Kentarou let the swing slow down some before jumping off hastily. He lost his balance and ended up face first on the ground. The other boy walked over, shaking his head. "You shouldn't do that! You'll get hurt," Kentarou slowly picked himself out of the sand as the other boy berated him. "But life wouldn't be fun if I didn't try!" --- Takepon shifted in the chair, as if he realized something was slightly different with Kentarou. "Kentarou, what are you doing?" He asked quietly, turning to look up at the other boy. Kentarou grinned down at the boy, noticing how irresistible Takepon was when he was embarrassed, or angry. Kentarou took a breathe, leaned close to Takepon, close enough to make the other boy's eyes widen, close enough to kiss. "If you don't know what I'm doing, Takepon," Kentarou said quietly. He the extra inch, pressed his lips to Takepon's, and trust his tongue into the mouth made lax with shock. "I'll just have to explain it to you," Kentarou continued before deepening the kiss. Kentarou felt Takepon instinctively return the kiss, before he suddenly jerked back to stare at Kentarou in shock. "Y-You kissed me!" "You have an amazing grasp of the obvious, Takepon," Kentarou said wryly. He kneeled so that he was eye level with the sitting Takepon. "But that's not normal!" Kentarou sighed. Takepon was so obsessed with being normal. What was so good about _normal_ anyway? "Takeshi," Kentarou began, watching the other's reaction to what he was about to say, "I want you. I love you. That's an entirely normal emotion." Kentarou straightened and walked to the other side of the room. Takepon would need a few minutes to digest that broad statement before Kentarou could talk to him. "You want me?" Takepon's voice squeaked a bit as he asked the question. Kentarou turned around, let his eyes travel from bottom to top of Takepon's form before nodding simply. "Yes." "I-I ..." Takepon trailed off, looking totally bowled over by the day's events and revelations. He looked adorable in his confusion, and Kentarou took the other boy into his arms, lightly running his hand through Takepon's hair. Takepon stiffened at first, but soon relaxed into the hug. ---- Kentarou had been coming to the park for nearly a year now. He came to play with Takeshi. They spent time in the sand box building castles, made snow forts, pretended to be samurai, and most of all Kentarou spent time trying to get Takeshi to swing. That fateful first meeting - Takeshi still wouldn't let himself go, and swing as high as he could. Kentarou smiled brightly as he watched Takeshi approach. "What do you want to do today?" Takeshi smiled back. Kentarou immediately ran towards the swings. Takeshi followed at a slightly slower pace. "Why don't I push you?" Kentarou shooed Takeshi onto the swing, the other boy still moving slowly, hesitantly. When Takeshi was seated, Kentarou placed his hands on Takeshi's back and heaved. He pushed and pushed until Takeshi was swinging as high as he could. Kentarou jumped out of the way of the swing. "Isn't it fun?" Kentarou called up to the black haired boy. "Yes!" The pure delight in Takeshi's voice was entrancing. Kentarou knew that he wanted to stay with him forever. "I'm glad you made me try that, Kentarou!" Takeshi gasped out as the swing came to a stop. Kentarou grinned, and nodded his head vigorously in agreement. ----- Kentarou looked down at Takepon's face to see that he had his eyes closed. Kentarou continued to lightly stroke his head before Takepon pulled back. Takepon did the one thing that Kentarou never expected. Takepon smiled. As Kentarou lifted his eyebrows in confusion, Takepon leaned in and lightly brushed Kentarou's lips with his own. "You know, Kenpi, you're right. You were always right." Takepon smiled as he said the affectionate nickname, and then he kissed Kentarou again. _Looks like I won't need to seduce him,_ Kentarou thought wryly as he returned the kiss, tasting the rewards of the years of waiting. Finally Takepon was going to do the normal thing - try. ------ ug, this is so sweet and out of character I think I'm gonna puke. >_< Kouji no Miko, aka Kristi, aka 'The Girl With No Life' http://www.genkiland.icestorm.com/ "BLACK OUT BLACK OUT togisumasareta iceman's drivin'" </pre><p><a href="./">Back</a></p><p><a href=http://www.dreamhost.com/donate.cgi?id=216><img border=0 alt="Donate towards our web hosting bill!" src=https://secure.newdream.net/donate1.gif></a></p></body></html>