Title: Brotherhood
Rating: PG for condoms and anthros
Pairing: Hinted at SidesxAmadi

No clue what I'm talking about? Ah well.
 

“Your brother is coming.” Psy didn't bother to look up from the pool table, aiming her stick delicately at the cue. The talk and laughter didn't really cease, but the sound of her shot echoed louder than it usually did in the Latter Day Saints Basement (used for Protestant services Monday through Thursday afternoon and Friday through Sunday in the mornings and evenings until 10pm after which it was Obi and company's exclusive domain until the priests came in the next day).

 

Looking up from Maedoc, Obi shifted on the beanbag to glance at the dirty-white purr, “Oh? Which one?”

 

“The purple one.” She walked to the other side of the table, pointedly ignoring the look Obi was flashing at her. She knew damn well he didn't believe in psychic powers, which was just fine and dandy considering neither did she, but he believed in her ears even less, leaving the male with a vaguely uncomfortable feeling that something thick, scratchy and slightly damp was being pulled over his eyes.

 

“You can tell his color from his steps?” Connalan scoffed from behind the broken pacman machine where he and Kaua had been trying to repair the wires for two weeks. Logically they knew that if they just asked Kaua's mom she or Babylon would buy them a new one, but there was just something about being accidentally shocked and burned by the copper tubes and microchips that gave a sense of accomplishment.

 

“Only one of them dances.”

 

“None of Obi's brothers dance.” Kaua himself was sitting in the corner, an ice peck pressed against the dark plum fur of his right arm, courtesy of a particularly hilarious mix up of wires and jutting metal piece. “Do they?”

 

“I'll explain it later Kaubell.” Obi nodded to Rascal, “Get the door, will ya?”

 

Nodding the red-head rose from his place at Obi's feet, striding across the room and pulling open the manilla door to reveal Sidestep halfway down the stairway. The younger boy hesitated, only continuing down into the room once Rascal nodded once and stood out of the doorway, acutely aware of all the eyes on him.

 

“What's up, Squirt?” Obi's smile should have been reassuring, it had all the right details; warm eyes, relaxed posture, not too wide not too tense, but there was something implacable in it that suggested quite faintly to the dancer that now could be an excellent time to just run for the hills and they'd never speak of this again.

 

“I, um...can I talk to you in private? I kind of need some advice.” Feeling this wasn't enough Sidestep shifted, “Emergency advice.”

 

Obi sighed inwardly, he always knew this day would come. Well...maybe not this particular day he hadn't imagined an injured thirteen year old in the corner or a dark green purr situated like a whore on his knee and he had definitely not seen that little brother B would be needing advice on little brother A but he had known, in a very general sense, that eventually little brother B would come to him for advice on courtship rituals and most likely mating. “For your date tonight?”

 

“It's not a date.” Sidestep said quickly, thankful his fur was dark enough to hide a blush. “He just wants to see the theatre and stuff.”

“Really? Well then I guess you won't be needing this.” Obi took a small foil wrapper out of his pocket, tossing it to Sidestep who read with well-concealed horror 'Ribbed For Her Pleasure.' “So if it isn't a date, then, what's so pressing you have to run and ask me before this completely platonic friendly g-rated excursion with my little brother?”

 

“Wait, I thought that Sidestep was y-”

 

“You thought he was straight?” Maedoc cut Kaua off quickly, flashing him the type of grin that conveyed an invitation to dinner that night with Jaws. “Where have you been, kid? Theatre, ballet... Sides what other faggy stuff are you into?”

 

“Hey! I'm not flaming or anything.” Sidestep glared at Obi's boyfriend, completely missing the look Maedoc was giving the injured youth. “I like to dance.”

 

“Like a faggot.” Maedoc laughed.

 

“Well at least-”

 

“Hey! Hi there, remember me?” Obi slunk an arm around Maedoc's shoulder, pulling him back into him and leering at Sides.“You two can fight later when I remember to sell tickets. Until then, little Padawan, what worldly knowledge of mine do you need?”

 

“Well...” Sidestep cleared his throat. “HowdoIturnitintoadate?”

 

“Come again?” Obi had understood.

 

“How do I turn this into a date?” Sidestep, to his credit, was attempting to maintain eye contact with the older male, though his aim was off by about a foot over Obi's head.

 

“Sidestep! I'm shocked!” Obi slapped a hand over his heart dramatically. “My little brother? My beautiful princess? You wish to...-deflower- him? Without that condom?”

 

“I didn't say that! He's still a kid I wouldn't, I mean maybe eventually in the future and when he's ready I mean if he says yes and he's older and everything but I just wanna hold his hand and maybe kiss him sometimes and” Sidestep paused to gulp down air, “hold him. Yeah.”

 

“Well if you want to do all that then you need to...” Obi drawled, waiting a few seconds and observing the slowly rising anticipation on Sidestep's face, “Just do it.”

 

“Just...do it? Like just...hold his hand?”

 

“See? Now you've got it!” The older purr beamed proudly. “Now, go off, see your movie, hold your hands and revel in all that young love! Oh, and Sidestep?”

 

“Yeah?”

 

“Hurt my brother and I'll break both your arms, yeah?”

 

“...uh....yeah...” Sidestep checked his watch, wondering vaguely why it had suddenly gotten so stuffy, “Um, I gotta go pick him up, thanks Obi!”

 

“No problem, and remember what I said Squirt! You need those arms to act and play with.” Obi called after the retreating back. Once Sides was up the stairs, Rascal shut the door, walking back to his place by Obi.

 

“He took the condom you know.” Psy grinned dryly.

 

“Do you think he'll use it?” Defeated for the night, Conallan crawled out from behind the Pac Man.

 

“Him? No. But Amadi might if Sides asks nicely.” Nipping Maedoc's ear, Obi turned his grin onto Kaua, “Now as for you, I think it's time we have a little talk about 'discretion.'”

 

And the night went on.

Tags: purrs pony island pi sidestep amadi obi

5/1 Days: Monday


"Ferb I know what we're gonna do today!"
"Ferb I know what we're gonna do today!"
"Ferb, I know what we're gonna do today!"
"I know what we're gonna do today Ferb!"
"I know what we're gonna do today!"

Where exactly the infliction was placed wasn't all that important. Candace knew that phrase better then the back of her hand, hell she knew it almost as well as the back of Jeremy's head after a shift at SlushyBurger right when he took off that hat and shook his hair out and...that wasn't the point. The point was she had unknowingly fallen into a routine of waiting for Phineas' voice, so when the combination of multiple inflections and a British accent were mixed together to produce

"Phineas, I know what we're going to do today."

Candace was at a loss. But then, she should have expected something to change after the Isabella incident yesterday. Still on the confidence boost that the boys had given her for her first big Opera performance (to earn her Soprano badge) she had bowed off the stage away from the standing ovation to run and hug the Flynn-Fletcher brothers and had planted a kiss on Phineas' cheek. The tension afterward had tasted a bit like death, though Isabella didn't seem to notice it and Phineas just looked confused as his friend had whispered a coy "see ya later Phineas" in his ear and waltzed away. It was just she had expected the change to involve an accute drop in busting on her part, instead of a change in which brother was mastermind of the schemes she was going to bust. The sound of drilling, beeping and laughter soon brought her back to the present.

"Phineas?! Ferb?! Open up!" Pounding on the outside of their door, Candace continued knocking on empty air as Phineas pulled the door open. "What are you two doing?"

"We're making a better security system." Ferb appeared from behind Phineas, welder's mask still over his face. "We're far behind the pentagon in even the most basic of defenses."

"Yeah we really fell behind! We'll let you see it when we're done, ok Candace?" Without waiting for a reply Phineas stepped back into the room and slammed the door.

It was only later, in the middle of texting Jeremy that Candace realized the boys had been holding hands.

Tags: phineas ferb yaoi slash pnf

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Tags: liar namine sora roxas

Tags: spirit affinity random why the hell not

Even when we were children...I loved you.

You were graceful, beautiful, a prodigy. Special.

And the knowledge that you didn't love me, even as a sibling...hurt.

I would try to impress you, working to keep up with you and show you I was worthy.

It never worked.

So when you took me aside, with gentle words and soft caresses...I was afraid it was a dream, and I didn't want to wake up.

Sometimes, when I lie awake at night...I let myself pretend it's true...

The sweet nothings you whisper in my ear

and I let myself believe...

that you care.

Would you like to know a secret Azula?

A secret that would ruin everything we have?

I know it’s a lie.

You don't love me.

You want to control me.

Use me.

Make me bow to you.

And when you lose interest in me...

When my purpose is fulfilled...

You will dispose of me.

A broken toy.

Obsolete.

Why do I stay with you, then? If I know?

Why do I return no matter how many times you lie?

Because I love you, Azula.

Even though you don't love me.

I want to be by your side.

I want to hear your voice.

I want to hold you close to me.

I want to make you happy.

And so I will be your puppet.

You're toy, bending to your will.

I bow to you, my frigid queen.

And play your painful games.

I give myself to you.

You don't have to love me.

Can you even feel love?

For anyone?

Or just the lust for power.

Coupled with a lust more carnal.

There are times I wish upon a star...

That I could hate you.

For what you do to me.

But I can’t.

It's not your fault.

Sometimes...when it's late at night...

But neither of us are asleep...

...Panting...caressing...

My eyes meet yours and...

I want to tell you.

I want to tell you that I know the truth.

I want to tell you that it's okay.

You don't have to love me.

Maybe in another time...

another place...

Under different circumstances...

It could be different.

You could love me.

But I can't.

Because if I do...

The façade will end.

And this fantasy world...

will disappear.

You can't let anything jeopardize your plans.

I know that one day...

All this will fade away.

One day...

you'll reveal the truth.

And you'll discard me.

One day it has to end.

But if I tell you...

That day will come sooner.

So I'm silent...

And let you lie to me...

For one more night.

Tags: zucest zuko azula avatar the last airben