Bwaha! I was wondering what the heck was going on...! Oh, hee. Here's mine. (Courtesy of the brothers Petrelli. And a duck.)
The Battle For The Duck
In a wood, Nathan stroked his duck. He had been busy with the duck for hours and now wanted nothing more than a splendid cuddle or a rich massage from his lover Peter.
He said this last thought out loud, and all of a sudden his awesome Peter appeared at the door, grinning slowly.
"Put down the duck," Peter said drily. "Unless you want me to stroke that duck on your leg."
Nathan put down the duck. He was sexy. He had never seen Peter so tiny before and it made him awful.
Peter picked up the duck, then withdrew a shirt from his back. "Don't be so sexy," Peter said with a tiny grimace. "A horse bit my arm this morning, and everything became demonic. Now with this duck and this shirt I can drily rule the world!"
Nathan clutched his serendipitous arm gratefully. This was his lover, his awesome Peter, now staring at him with a tiny back.
"Fight it!" Nathan shouted. "The horse just wants the duck for his own awesome devices! He doesn't love you, not the splendid way I do!"
Nathan could see Peter trembling gratefully. Nathan reached out his leg and touched Peter's back drily. He was awesome, so awesome, but he knew only his serendipitous love for Peter would break the horse's spell.
Sure enough, Peter dropped the duck with a thunk. "Oh, Nathan," he squealed. "I'm so splendid, can you ever forgive me?"
But Nathan had already moved in a wood. Like a star piercing the heavens, he pressed his leg into Peter's back. And as they fell together in a demonic fit of love, the duck lay on the floor, awful and forgotten.
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Date: 2008-06-24 02:05 pm (UTC)The Battle For The Duck
In a wood, Nathan stroked his duck. He had been busy with the duck for hours and now wanted nothing more than a splendid cuddle or a rich massage from his lover Peter.
He said this last thought out loud, and all of a sudden his awesome Peter appeared at the door, grinning slowly.
"Put down the duck," Peter said drily. "Unless you want me to stroke that duck on your leg."
Nathan put down the duck. He was sexy. He had never seen Peter so tiny before and it made him awful.
Peter picked up the duck, then withdrew a shirt from his back. "Don't be so sexy," Peter said with a tiny grimace. "A horse bit my arm this morning, and everything became demonic. Now with this duck and this shirt I can drily rule the world!"
Nathan clutched his serendipitous arm gratefully. This was his lover, his awesome Peter, now staring at him with a tiny back.
"Fight it!" Nathan shouted. "The horse just wants the duck for his own awesome devices! He doesn't love you, not the splendid way I do!"
Nathan could see Peter trembling gratefully. Nathan reached out his leg and touched Peter's back drily. He was awesome, so awesome, but he knew only his serendipitous love for Peter would break the horse's spell.
Sure enough, Peter dropped the duck with a thunk. "Oh, Nathan," he squealed. "I'm so splendid, can you ever forgive me?"
But Nathan had already moved in a wood. Like a star piercing the heavens, he pressed his leg into Peter's back. And as they fell together in a demonic fit of love, the duck lay on the floor, awful and forgotten.
*laughs until cries*