| Linndelicate; art & fic & tangledy things ( @ 2004-06-20 04:03:00 |
MEME: F/S!OTP; it's very feisty; dundundun_funkyhothips
Sirius stepped out of the portrait hole to see a particularly dejected-looking Frank Longbottom.
"Hullo, Frank," he began.
Frank looked up from his seat on the stone steps.
"Oh... Hullo, Sirius," he mumbled before returning his gaze to the floor again.
Sirius sat down on the step beside him.
"How's the bird?" he ventured.
"Still snogging Kingsley," was the sullen reply.
Sirius let out an exasperated sigh.
"Honestly, mate, if you want her to stop snogging other blokes you've got to do something. I told you."
Frank raised his head and waved his hand dismissively.
"Yeah, yeah, like snog someone else, I know, but--"
He stopped suddenly and just looked at Sirius.
"...Frank?" Sirius tried, but Frank continued to stare at him.
"Frank, lay off it, you're making me uneasy."
Sirius laughed nervously.
"Frank, I--MGNDGFNGHGNHAHDNHG!"
The door burst open, slamming into the wall of the apartment. Connor pulled Mark in by his tie, catching the door with his foot and tumbling onto the floor.
His clumsiness was rewarded by a lapful of sweaty, panting, rather determined boy. (Who was, incidentally, wearing a schoolboy uniform despite the fact that he had graduated several months ago.)
Buttons were unbuttoned, ties were untied, zippers unzipped (Bloody hell, Connor thought at some point, how the fuck could someone have that many things to unfasten?) and then pants were pushed down and--
"WHAT THE--"
A pause.
A shout from a horribly frustrated boy with unfulfilled cock-lust.
An angry fist shaking in the air.
"CURSE YOU, COWARDLY YAOI ARTISTS, CURSE YOOOU!"
Despite the fact that over seventy percent of their time together was spent in something resembling swimsuits for flamboyantly gay men in neon colours, Batman had never, as far as he could recall, been in this exact position before.
Sure, they had scaled their share of walls in their time, but he had almost always been a few feet ahead of his sidekick.
Never, well, beneath.
Looking, er... up.
And, he had to admit; for a pre-teen wearing a black Speedo, green t-shirt, red tank top, yellow cape and black mask, Robin certainly had a nice bit of arse.
Go request more, this amused me to no end. >:D