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[Title] “Bathing Herbert…” ~*~ “You’re the one complaining that it’s into the garbage!” Hector said, pushing his fingers through his hair in frustration. “And then it will be sleeping between us, smelling like last week’s rotted supper and licking my face!” Isaac snapped. “You do it if you care so much!” Hector said, turning on his heel to leave. “I do /care/ but it isn’t /my/ Devil!” Isaac said drolly, reaching out run five spread fingers over the silky fabric covering Hector’s stomach. “You just don’t want to get your prissy hands dirty…” Hector said, turning back in a graceful motion, making sure that hand dragged from hip to the other. Isaac raised an eyebrow and shifted, jutting a hip in a blatantly sulky (and sinfully sexual) motion. “Hector! I will have you know that the last time your fire-type ate The Lady’s garters and vomited them onto the hearth it was /I/ who cleaned up the….indiscretion.” He pursed his lips just slightly, an-almost sulk that was incredibly attractive under those crimson eyebrows and those astonishing blue eyes. “That was because you were trying to win favor…I was down to the village with The Master, attending The Lord’s wishes…” Isaac gave him his best disdainful look, that was still /every/ inch a sexual invitation. “I think it isn’t I…with the prissy hands,” Isaac said, his tone a blatant challenge. The other eyebrow quirked. “Oh, you think so, do you?” Hector snapped, finally marching forward to take the lid off the can the rest of the way, and kicking the metal. The sound resonated like a gong, and a very startled devil exploded out of the can. It was lizard like, and had one very large eye on its head just above beetle wings. “I think that /this/ is not mine, and /you/ are trying to make me do /your/ dirtywork!” Hector said coolly. Isaac tilted his head back and laughed, a sweet and melodiously evil sound in the vaulted room. “Oh! Herbert…I wondered where he had gone,” Isaac said innocently. “I caught you!” Hector crowed in triumph, tapping his foot on the marble floor impatiently, and hands going to his hips crossly. There was a bit of a smirk turning up the corner of his mouth. Challenge accepted and met. Isaac smirked, flipping his hair over his shoulder gracefully. “So you have…Hector…” He said, his lips fondling the silver haired boy’s name as he marched up to the can, picking up the squirming, garbage covered beast. “There there Herbert…I suppose you need a bath anyway.” The thing mewed in delight, squirming in Isaac’s grip like a happy puppy, despite the fact that to anyone else, it would appear Isaac was choking and shaking the beast. “I don’t suppose you will help me anyway?” Isaac asked, lowering his eyelashes, and bending a muscular leg at the knee in a very inviting way. ~*~ “I cannot believe you suckered me into this!” Hector hissed, his hair-tie eschew as water beaded down his forehead from a splash. Isaac was currently doing a one-handed pushup on ‘Herbert’s’ back, attempting to force the very unhappy little thing into the water while the other was peeling a claw away from the tub edge. “It obeys now in duress like yours do regularly!” Isaac moaned in exertion through clenched teeth. The tiny animal was blinking up at Hector pleadingly with an expression of ‘save me’ in it’s lone eye, and it was flicking it’s wings like a disturbed cockroach as it bowed in the middle under Isaac’s weight, limbs heroically splayed against each side of the porcelain tub and refusing to release purchase. “Perhaps if I…Isaac that is a low blow!” Hector grunted, now just as pissed into accepting the challenge of bathing The Herbert. It was war, a war the silver haired young man accepted gleefully beside his lover, ignoring the spiteful jabs the red-head threw his way. “I have it!” Hector crowed as he pried a back foot free on the opposite side as Isaac simultaneously. They eyed each other for only a moment, and Isaac moaned a pitiful “No!” Just before they collapsed into the tub, both letting go in shock as the little beast rocketed out from between them like a bar of soap hastily released from underwater. They both sat soaking in the hot water, staring in dismay as ‘Herbert’ hoofed it away as quickly as possible, leaving wet little beetle footprints across the bathroom floor and cornered out into the hall, shaking it’s wings off indignantly. “Blast,” Hector grunted, going to stand up, soaking wet. “Hector…” Isaac began, grasping onto those broader shoulders, glancing up at Hector through sopping crimson bangs, deepened with water to the color of blood. Blue eyes were shocking against mocha skin, water running in rivulets like tears down that face. “I let go,” Isaac said. A flash of that irritating smirk. “It wasn’t your fault.” Hector sighed, a touch of understanding in his thick frustration. “Yes…it was…” Isaac said, sliding a leather-clad knee up between Hector’s thighs. Hector froze, his back arching, just before he dropped down onto all fours, crawling up over Isaac. The redhead leaned forward, his lips almost touching Hector’s. “I hate you,” the silver haired young man murmured. “I know,” Isaac cooed, bringing their lips together. “What in /heaven’s name/ are you boy’s doing!” came a sharp female voice. Hector and Isaac leaned away from each other, heads coming up just over the edge of the tub, bodies still twined as if fighting, at least, to the untrained eye. Water ran off hair and clothing, and The Lady stood looking rather astonished. Water was slopped /everywhere/ in the bathroom, and there was a trail of decidedly not-human wet footprints on the floor. “Bathing Herbert.” The two answered simultaneously. One voice sounded cultured and resigned, the other slightly guilty. And The Lady laughed. ~*~ FIN
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