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Mornings (Toon Patrol FanFiction)
16 years ago
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MATURE----
The sunlight glistened through the transparent window. It hit the clear mirror before glaring into the face of a blue weasel. He groaned, trying to ignore it, but…that soon became impossible.
A dark brown furred hand touched his shoulder. The blue weasel rolled his bloodshot eyes, but had a smile. The hand trailed down his arm before resting on the blue one’s hip.
“Mornin’, mi sexo juguete*.” the dark weasel behind him purred.
“Go fuck yourself.” Wheezy growled, shrugging the hand away before it got any closer to his member.
“Already have.” Greasy smirked, his Spanish accent well noticed in the early morning.
The dark weasel sat up and stretched, his mass of black hair a mess, as Wheezy stood. The blue weasel simply looked outside for a minute. He then got his leather vest from the wooden chair next to him and got his lighter and pack of cigarettes.
Greasy sneaked up behind him, the dull gray sheets draped over his body. He placed his muzzle on the older weasel’s shoulder as he asked, “Is it true that Europeans called cigarettes ‘fagots’?”
Wheezy glared, “That’s the stupid British*.”
Once again, the blue one shrugged his lover off. Greasy whined as he said, “Don’t be this way, Dimitri…”
“God, don’t call me that.” Wheezy took a drag from his cigarette.
“Why, Senor Fumeur*? You call me my by first and last name.”
“That’s ‘cause you want me to call you that as we make love, Monsiur Juan Coquetear*.”
Greasy snickered, but quickly stopped as Wheezy sighed and walked away. The blue weasel started to dress himself, but a pair of dark hands stopped him. One cupped his cheek before making him turn and stare into the icy blue* eyes of his lover.
Greasy slowly stuck out his tongue and licked Wheezy’s lips. When the older one did nothing, he continued to lick his whole face. Wheezy finally caught the tongue in his own before sucking on it lightly. Wheezy’s hand went into Greasy’s black hair, enjoying soft feeling the hair gave off.
Greasy parted, a smile on his face as he hugged his lover, asking, “Are you better now, mi amor*?”
Wheezy couldn’t help, but smile as he said, in his native tongue, “Oui, mon amour*.”
*My sex toy. :3
*Friend told me that Brits call cigarettes, "fagots". Not ment to be offensive.
*Fumeur means "smoke" in French. "Senor" is Spanish for "Mister".
*Monsiur is French for "Mister". Coquetear is "flirt" in Spanish.
*My love in Spanish
*Yes, my love in French
The sunlight glistened through the transparent window. It hit the clear mirror before glaring into the face of a blue weasel. He groaned, trying to ignore it, but…that soon became impossible.
A dark brown furred hand touched his shoulder. The blue weasel rolled his bloodshot eyes, but had a smile. The hand trailed down his arm before resting on the blue one’s hip.
“Mornin’, mi sexo juguete*.” the dark weasel behind him purred.
“Go fuck yourself.” Wheezy growled, shrugging the hand away before it got any closer to his member.
“Already have.” Greasy smirked, his Spanish accent well noticed in the early morning.
The dark weasel sat up and stretched, his mass of black hair a mess, as Wheezy stood. The blue weasel simply looked outside for a minute. He then got his leather vest from the wooden chair next to him and got his lighter and pack of cigarettes.
Greasy sneaked up behind him, the dull gray sheets draped over his body. He placed his muzzle on the older weasel’s shoulder as he asked, “Is it true that Europeans called cigarettes ‘fagots’?”
Wheezy glared, “That’s the stupid British*.”
Once again, the blue one shrugged his lover off. Greasy whined as he said, “Don’t be this way, Dimitri…”
“God, don’t call me that.” Wheezy took a drag from his cigarette.
“Why, Senor Fumeur*? You call me my by first and last name.”
“That’s ‘cause you want me to call you that as we make love, Monsiur Juan Coquetear*.”
Greasy snickered, but quickly stopped as Wheezy sighed and walked away. The blue weasel started to dress himself, but a pair of dark hands stopped him. One cupped his cheek before making him turn and stare into the icy blue* eyes of his lover.
Greasy slowly stuck out his tongue and licked Wheezy’s lips. When the older one did nothing, he continued to lick his whole face. Wheezy finally caught the tongue in his own before sucking on it lightly. Wheezy’s hand went into Greasy’s black hair, enjoying soft feeling the hair gave off.
Greasy parted, a smile on his face as he hugged his lover, asking, “Are you better now, mi amor*?”
Wheezy couldn’t help, but smile as he said, in his native tongue, “Oui, mon amour*.”
*My sex toy. :3
*Friend told me that Brits call cigarettes, "fagots". Not ment to be offensive.
*Fumeur means "smoke" in French. "Senor" is Spanish for "Mister".
*Monsiur is French for "Mister". Coquetear is "flirt" in Spanish.
*My love in Spanish
*Yes, my love in French
You should definitely write a story of Scruffy and Greasy doing dirties as such sometime ^^
If ya want. Just tell me what Scruffy wants to look like and I'll try my best.