Author's note: Hey guys! This chapter is a little...steamy. So if two guys kissing and squeezing a duck doesn't float your fancy I suggest skipping part of this chapter.
Fushimi was the first to speak.
"Well Misaki, are you just going to stand there, or are you going to continue telling Waddles about how I'm the one in your wet dreams?"
Fushimi was a little surprised as the red head's face turned an even brighter shade than his hair. Was that even possible? Apparently so.
Yata stammered for a second trying to collect his thoughts. Really, he didn't have wet dreams about Saru! Nothing too bad every happened in them anyway... Yata, face still as red as his hair finally opened his mouth to defend his pride, but what came out wasn't what he had meant to say.
"Why are you so eager to hear about them?! Do you have some weird Kink for hearing about my wet dreams!?" Misaki practically yelled.
Fushimi stood stunned. Really, this wasn't the answer he was expecting. It was a mixture of Misaki defending his pride and also ruining it at the same time. Fushimi had to admit though, he was a little curious about Misaki's dreams, knowing now that, yes, he did have them. About himself none the less. Fushimi was in a...generous mood today despite having his face smashed against a wall, so he decided, he would show Misaki some things that happened in his Own dreams.
Casually walking towards Misaki, trying to stay indifferent despite the slight quickening of his pulse, Fushimi made his way towards his life-time friend. Grasping Misaki tightly on the shoulders he prepared to move his face into Misaki's.
Yata gulped as Fushimi approached him. He looked ready for action, all showing and no telling. Fushimi grasped his shoulders and moved in. When their lips collided, it was like the heavens opened up and heavenly light was shinning down upon them and angels were singing. Except, that didn't happen. The heavenly light was the Sky light and the only singing was the sound of Waddles making soft quacks at his mother.
Waddles had remained silent this whole time. When his mother moved closer to the smaller boy, Waddles was admittedly confused. What were they going to do? His mother then brought his face closer and began eating the other persons face! Waddles couldn't believe what was happening! His own mother was sitting in a kitchen eating another person's face! He began to quack silently as his mother began opening his mouth, trying to consume more of the other's face. Then, the little one with the bright hair began to make soft noises, quite like his own little noises. Was he in pain? Waddles imagined getting your face eaten wasn't exactly a pleasurable thing.
Fushimi began to deepen their kiss as much as Misaki would allow. Opening his own mouth to try and let Misaki know he didn't have to stand still as a statue, he could show a little enthusiasm. Fushimi flicked his tongue against Misaki trying to get some sort of rise out of the man. He succeeded in getting small moans here and now. Fushimi pressed Misaki against the island, he knew where this was going. He had his eyes on the prize. Not literally, his eyes were closed, his glasses had been removed and set on the counter. Fushimi was a little afraid of taking his glasses off, the bleeding in his nose had just recently stopped.
Yata began to allow Fushimi to do what he pleased as he was pressed up against the island. Wrapping his arms around Fushimi, the latter began to unzip his pants. Yata wasn't sure where this was going, or if he liked it but the heat of the moment had gone to his head and he wanted this. He felt something on his thigh, assumed it was Fushimi's hand and go ready for the pleasure that was sure to come, only it didn't. He heard a squeak, like a chew toy being squeezed to tightly and opened his eyes.
Fushimi still had his closed and was pressing his hand against Misaki, in a rather private area. He heard a soft squeak and smiled to himself thinking Misaki was probably enjoying this.
"You know Misaki, you can be a bit louder if you want..." Fushimi said sensually.
Only, Misaki wasn't making noises. He was too busy staring at the duck being squeezed on his crotch by Fushimi. Well...This is was...different.
"Saru... That isn't-"
"It's okay Misaki just let it happen, It's fine I promise."
"No, Saru you don't understand That's not me-"
Fushimi slid his hand of Misaki, only... Misaki must be wearing feather boxers or something because his hand was most definitely touching feathers. Fushimis's eyes snapped open in sudden realization. He looked at Misaki, who was still blushing like mad with Waddles sitting on his crotch. Fushimi really wasn't surprised when he looked down and saw he was squeezing the duck, thinking he was something much much different.
Yata suppressed a giggle at Fushimi's face expression. Really, the man looked like he was just done with everything right now. This duck not only ate part of his glasses, and climbed into the shower with him, now Waddles was cock blocking him too.
Waddles gave a loud short quack to his mother. He really wasn't sure what they had been doing but he knew he didn't like the idea of watching the two eat each other alive so he had to intervene somehow. So Waddles had climbed onto Yata's lap to get his mother's attention. He really hadn't expected to get the life squeezed out of him.