Kitty In The Middle
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Beyblade › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Beyblade › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
15
Views:
5,013
Reviews:
41
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Drigger
hey, thanks for the updates y'all!!! sorry if i can't thank you personally... n_n
not mine, never was. i'd feel better if beyblade were...
well, enjoy!!!
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Three hot-to-die-for guys lunged for the fourth, a really cute, hot, ‘ready-to-be-taken-however-and-whenever-you-want’ little kitty…
… only to have him snatched away beneath their noses by another, a tall hot boy, with white-strapped-black ears and tail, slightly resembling a white tiger, who landed behind them, in the big hallway, so he could escape if they ever tried to attack him. Aka a Pet.
“Drigger, what the F do you think you’re doing???” the three ‘Snatchers’ asked the ‘Intruder’.
“I’m saving a kitten from three hungry predators, that’s what. Now if you’ll excuse me, our kitten is hungry.”
“THAT’S WHAT WE’RE HERE FOR!!! WE WERE ABOUT TO HELP HIM!!!”
“Oh, shut up, you three hornballs. He’s hungry for food. Not to mention---“
“DRIGGER! YOU’RE BACK!!! WHERE WERE YOU THE WHOLE TIME?! WE MISSED YOU!!!”
“… Bye!!!”
With that, our new character Drigger ran off (to the kitchens I think), and left place t othree other hot guys, namely three pets; who else would have wings, tails, fangs and really hot, -ready-to-melt-your-horny-ass auras besides Tala, Kai and Bryan?
Bryan was the first one to react.
“O… kay…” *twitching eyebrow* “What the HELL do you three think you were doing??”
All of them answered in the same time: “Oh, nothing, we were just strolling by a corner in the bath house--”
“ -- when we accidentally saw Drigger--”
“ -- and he looked so hot in his naked, wet skin soaking in the bath water, we couldn’t help but--”
And this went on and on and on… Eventually, they realised that their rambling was just taking over the time they could have used for looking for Drigger (hot hunk of ass, as they called it.), and asked – more like yelled – not-so-very-politely ‘Where the fuck did he go?’
After a ling time of explaining, arguing, some kicks and a few punches here and there, thumps included, and other forms of violence that I will not describe for fear of scaring a few of my readers, they finally came to a conclusion…
… both hot kitties were…
… in …
… the…
***
“Okay, WHAT are you two doing in the kitchen?!”
Well, that took quite some time. Our three, now six Seme-bishes finally found out where they were. They tried the bath house, the broom cupboards (36% of them. This is a palace we’re talking about; do you know how huge this place is? Besides they were horny), in the storage room a room that takes up, like, the space of 2 ¾ football fields and was really really really full, they were even considering searching Voltaire’s room, but decided against it, as no one, no matter how desperate, would ever dare to enter that room.
So, being the very smart young healthy men they are (they are about as smart as Shikamaru from ‘Naruto’), how come they thought of every place besides the kitchen? Well, they are healthy young men, and they have needs, and in this particular time, their minds are focused on nothing but those needs, and to their now-sex-driven minds, how was the kitchen any use to them? The kitchen table would just break, and the cook would have a fit before a heart attack if he saw anything inappropriate on the tiles of the walls and floor, and on the fridge doors or counter tops.
So really, how in any way could the kitchen be of any use? That question was answered when their throats started to protest, their bodies dehydrated from all their sweating, and called for water, more like this:
“WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRR!!! ”
Not wanting to give up their search, they ignored that plea, until they could practically feel their own bodies beating them with a paper fan for being so stubborn. Men. *shakes head*
Naturally, they entered the kitchen and stopped at the doorway abruptly with comically wide open mouths when they saw the two very OOH (Objects Of Horniness) at the table, munching away happily and chatting in some language, probably Chinese. Afterwards came the question written above.
Drigger was the one to answer.
“We are here, gentlemen, eating our long awaited dinner, which was, no thanks to you, delayed by a few minutes. And now you; what took you so long to find us? Are you that sex-driven? Idiots.”
While the Doc’s grandson and his two chums stood there, still trying to get used to the idea that their kitty was there, NOT in *The Bedroom* (I’ll explain later), the other three decided to join Drigger and Rei at the table. Let’s introduce them, shall we?
Wolfborg, the Wolf Pet, sat at the other side of Drigger, his lefty being occupied by Rei; blue eyes, long silver hair, and a voice to die for. Dranzer (I dunno why people represent dranzer as a woman…); the Phoenix Pet, a real rarity, red hair and gold-red eyes, and the Falcon Pet, Falborg, with ice-crystal eyes and purple-silver hair, both with wings, sat opposite the other three.
(A/N: sry, I dunno the names if their bitbeast…)
“Well, Drigger darling, where were you the last three and a half weeks? We--” Wolfborg pointed out three of them “were looking for you every where!”
“I was in my first heat.”
“WHAT?!”
“Yup! That’s why I left; what was I supposed to tell you? ‘Hey guys I’m in my first heat wanna go for a romp?’ Hell no.”
“Why not?”
At that Drigger almost thunked his head on the table; what idiots… Then he remembered something…
“Hey, Kai and co, you might have to wait a while if you want Rei… There's some thing with us Pets that's called the Rule of the Younger. You might be mature enough to mate, but Rei is still a kit, a child, so…”
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XD well, more of Voltaire in the next chapter!!! plse R/R!!!
not mine, never was. i'd feel better if beyblade were...
well, enjoy!!!
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Three hot-to-die-for guys lunged for the fourth, a really cute, hot, ‘ready-to-be-taken-however-and-whenever-you-want’ little kitty…
… only to have him snatched away beneath their noses by another, a tall hot boy, with white-strapped-black ears and tail, slightly resembling a white tiger, who landed behind them, in the big hallway, so he could escape if they ever tried to attack him. Aka a Pet.
“Drigger, what the F do you think you’re doing???” the three ‘Snatchers’ asked the ‘Intruder’.
“I’m saving a kitten from three hungry predators, that’s what. Now if you’ll excuse me, our kitten is hungry.”
“THAT’S WHAT WE’RE HERE FOR!!! WE WERE ABOUT TO HELP HIM!!!”
“Oh, shut up, you three hornballs. He’s hungry for food. Not to mention---“
“DRIGGER! YOU’RE BACK!!! WHERE WERE YOU THE WHOLE TIME?! WE MISSED YOU!!!”
“… Bye!!!”
With that, our new character Drigger ran off (to the kitchens I think), and left place t othree other hot guys, namely three pets; who else would have wings, tails, fangs and really hot, -ready-to-melt-your-horny-ass auras besides Tala, Kai and Bryan?
Bryan was the first one to react.
“O… kay…” *twitching eyebrow* “What the HELL do you three think you were doing??”
All of them answered in the same time: “Oh, nothing, we were just strolling by a corner in the bath house--”
“ -- when we accidentally saw Drigger--”
“ -- and he looked so hot in his naked, wet skin soaking in the bath water, we couldn’t help but--”
And this went on and on and on… Eventually, they realised that their rambling was just taking over the time they could have used for looking for Drigger (hot hunk of ass, as they called it.), and asked – more like yelled – not-so-very-politely ‘Where the fuck did he go?’
After a ling time of explaining, arguing, some kicks and a few punches here and there, thumps included, and other forms of violence that I will not describe for fear of scaring a few of my readers, they finally came to a conclusion…
… both hot kitties were…
… in …
… the…
***
“Okay, WHAT are you two doing in the kitchen?!”
Well, that took quite some time. Our three, now six Seme-bishes finally found out where they were. They tried the bath house, the broom cupboards (36% of them. This is a palace we’re talking about; do you know how huge this place is? Besides they were horny), in the storage room a room that takes up, like, the space of 2 ¾ football fields and was really really really full, they were even considering searching Voltaire’s room, but decided against it, as no one, no matter how desperate, would ever dare to enter that room.
So, being the very smart young healthy men they are (they are about as smart as Shikamaru from ‘Naruto’), how come they thought of every place besides the kitchen? Well, they are healthy young men, and they have needs, and in this particular time, their minds are focused on nothing but those needs, and to their now-sex-driven minds, how was the kitchen any use to them? The kitchen table would just break, and the cook would have a fit before a heart attack if he saw anything inappropriate on the tiles of the walls and floor, and on the fridge doors or counter tops.
So really, how in any way could the kitchen be of any use? That question was answered when their throats started to protest, their bodies dehydrated from all their sweating, and called for water, more like this:
“WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRR!!! ”
Not wanting to give up their search, they ignored that plea, until they could practically feel their own bodies beating them with a paper fan for being so stubborn. Men. *shakes head*
Naturally, they entered the kitchen and stopped at the doorway abruptly with comically wide open mouths when they saw the two very OOH (Objects Of Horniness) at the table, munching away happily and chatting in some language, probably Chinese. Afterwards came the question written above.
Drigger was the one to answer.
“We are here, gentlemen, eating our long awaited dinner, which was, no thanks to you, delayed by a few minutes. And now you; what took you so long to find us? Are you that sex-driven? Idiots.”
While the Doc’s grandson and his two chums stood there, still trying to get used to the idea that their kitty was there, NOT in *The Bedroom* (I’ll explain later), the other three decided to join Drigger and Rei at the table. Let’s introduce them, shall we?
Wolfborg, the Wolf Pet, sat at the other side of Drigger, his lefty being occupied by Rei; blue eyes, long silver hair, and a voice to die for. Dranzer (I dunno why people represent dranzer as a woman…); the Phoenix Pet, a real rarity, red hair and gold-red eyes, and the Falcon Pet, Falborg, with ice-crystal eyes and purple-silver hair, both with wings, sat opposite the other three.
(A/N: sry, I dunno the names if their bitbeast…)
“Well, Drigger darling, where were you the last three and a half weeks? We--” Wolfborg pointed out three of them “were looking for you every where!”
“I was in my first heat.”
“WHAT?!”
“Yup! That’s why I left; what was I supposed to tell you? ‘Hey guys I’m in my first heat wanna go for a romp?’ Hell no.”
“Why not?”
At that Drigger almost thunked his head on the table; what idiots… Then he remembered something…
“Hey, Kai and co, you might have to wait a while if you want Rei… There's some thing with us Pets that's called the Rule of the Younger. You might be mature enough to mate, but Rei is still a kit, a child, so…”
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XD well, more of Voltaire in the next chapter!!! plse R/R!!!