http://clampfix.fanworks.net/others/squeak.txt </head><body><pre>Hi, all. This was originally meant as a gift of sorts for certain persons who possess an unhealthy interest in rubber duckies. (I shall name no names. You know who you are.) Thanks to the voices of evil that encouraged me to post it. WARNINGS: Ah, where to begin? Purported humor, OOC, implied yaoi, shota, bad taste, nudity, euphemistic references to sex toys, nipples. Comments and towel-snapping to kolson00@yahoo.com, please. - Kristin sekaiseifuku.net * * * >KSaintTail: "It'd be fuuuun if Gingetsu had the duckie. XD And Lan could >make it squeak." * * * * * * * * * * * Making it Squeak * * * * * * * * * * * /Knock, knock./ Ran looked up from the mound of bubbles floating near his nose and sighed. It was thoughtful and considerate and all that, but still, he didn't see /why/ Gingetsu persisted in knocking before entering, when the bathroom belonged entirely to /him/, as did the house and everything in it. Including one very soapy adolescent boy in the midst of a bubble bath. After all, he certainly never wasted any time knocking before entering Ran's-- There was a cough from the hallway, and said soapy adolescent boy realized he should probably provide an answer. "Yeah?" Dead silence. Ran sighed again. Really, it was like pulling teeth sometimes, and prior to meeting this particular Two-Leaf, he had never once contemplated dentistry as a profession. "It's okay, you can come in." The door opened to reveal a tall, blond, shapely, and hovering Lieutenant Colonel. He had brought an extra set of towels with him, as well as something else Ran couldn't quite see, although it was probably some sort of obscure bath implement, like one of those floopy sponge-balls of which the man was so fond. Or maybe it was a razor. Being delightfully underage himself, Ran had no interest whatsoever in shaving. Smiling, he patted the small mountain range of bubbles that surrounded him. "Don't be shy," he coaxed. "Hop in." Gingetsu took a few steps forward, then froze. Raising his head like some kind of giant hunting hound, he sniffed. A crease of vague uncertainty marred his firm and manly brow. "What's that smell?" he asked. "Strawberry," Ran said, repressing a third sigh. "It's the bath gel. You know, fruity and delicious." He let a quavery note of pleading enter his voice, and sat up hopefully in the tub, raising pert nipples out of the bubbles into visible range. "Are you just gonna stand there or are you gonna take off your clothes?" That jump-started Gingetsu into action, although of course it required a good ten minutes for him to unbuckle all 69 straps of his Secret Colors Battalion Uniform (TM). Too bored with the interminable process to watch, Ran lifted his hand from the water and peered at the skin of his fingertips with some despair. It was as he has feared. At this rate he was going to turn utterly pruny before they could get anywhere at all. Pruny was not sexy. If anything, it was the very antithesis of sexy. And it smacked far too much of premature aging, which was something neither of them wanted to think about, especially not during what was supposed to be a little spot of carefree bathtime rumpy-pumpy. When, after a few more moments of wrinkle-related brooding, he looked up, Gingetsu was finally naked--which was good, yes, very good. However, the man was making no move to climb into the tub--which was bad. In fact, he seemed to have reverted to hover mode yet again, and in his palm there rested a small, yellow, plastic-wrapped box. An enormous glob of foreboding stuck in Ran's throat. Gingetsu held out his hand. "This is for you." Oh, no, Ran thought, fighting the urge to rise up from the bubbles and flee. Not this. Not again. Not another /present/. To be sure, the whole business had started out pleasantly, with the gift of that little oil lamp, which at the time had made Ran feel so melty and gooey inside that he thought he might never congeal. Then there had been the tea cosy--which was nice enough--and the new vacuum cleaner, which they'd needed anyway. But after that...he shuddered. The pink, pig-shaped kettle had been pushing the boundaries of good taste, and Ran didn't even want to think about the leopard print boxer shorts, or the strange, cucumber-shaped buzzy thing--"For when I'm gone on missions," Gingetsu had said--or, most terrible of all, the Chia Pet. He eyed the yellow-wrapped offering with fear and loathing. But Gingetsu was the light of his life (not to mention the one who paid the rent), and it simply wouldn't do to crush his feelings by rejecting one of these heartfelt tokens of esteem. If anyone knew how vulnerable the man was beneath that granite facade, it was Ran. At least, he was nearly positive Kazuhiko didn't know about Foo-Foo the stuffed bunny rabbit. Mastering himself nobly, Ran reached out and accepted the package. "Ohh," he cooed, "you shouldn't have." Let's get this over with, he thought grimly, and tore into the wrapping. Soon the plastic was off, the box open, and Ran could do nothing but stare at the orange-billed object smiling demonically in his hand. It was a rubber duckie. Relief shot through him with the force of a world-shaking orgasm. He almost laughed aloud. Only a duckie! All that angst over an innocuous rubber toy! When he spoke, his enthusiasm was not entirely feigned. "Ohh," he said, "it's cute. I like it." Well, he didn't hate it. It could have been worse. Much, much worse. Turning his face upward like a cat to the whirr of a can opener, he beamed. "Thanks." Gingetsu made a low, disparaging rumble. "Test it out," he said. Ran blinked, then held the duckie up to examine it more closely. Test it out? What was that supposed to mean? Did the thing only /look/ like a duckie, when it was actually the latest piece of deadly technomagical weaponry to come out of the Secret Colors crack lab? "Squeeze it." Oh. Feeling silly, Ran did. /Squeak./ He looked up at Gingetsu. Their eyes met, setting off a veritable geyser of sexual tension. Or at least their eyes would have met and done geyserish sexual things, if it hadn't been for the damn sunglasses. "It squeaks," Ran said. "Yes." "Wow." He set the duckie on the surface of the water and watched it float headfirst into a huge mass of bubbles. Then he noticed his hand. "I'm getting pruny," he whimpered. Slowly, deliberately, Gingetsu knelt by the side of the tub and leaned over the edge. Trapping the wandering duckie between his thumb and index finger, he pushed it gently back towards Ran. "You'll never be pruny to me," he murmured. Oh, there it was, Ran thought, as stupid joy flooded his heart and went splooshing all through his body. The reason to put up with aggravating silences and innumerable buckles and pig kettles and buzzy cucumbers and Chia Pets. After all, how many people, Clover Leaf Project victims or otherwise, were adored by somebody enough to be given a rubber duckie of love? He brought his nose very close to Gingetsu's and smiled. "Let's make it squeak some more," he said. And they did. * * * * * * * * * * *</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>