He stole away into his room. Julious was supposed to be giving him a
"special message for Angelique that was of the utmost importance, and
why are you staring at me like that anyway go back to your guardian
duties, Oscar." There was, however, no Julious in the room. A few stacks
of perfectly arranged letters, that bottle of perfume Angelique had
given him (and he could see why, with the way he smelled) resting in the
center of the desk, and in a small holder, a pure white feather. The
long fuzzy tuffles on it blowing slightly as his hot breath met them.
His face got close, too close, as the tuffles touched his face and
ticked his nose. His mouth opened, as if to cup the feather in his mouth
and take it to a realm of passion, excitement, and raw ecstacy that no
other being has experienced. Oh, the sweet fuzz tickling his tongue as
he ran it up and down the long shaft, savoring the flavors that came
bursting out. His hands gripped the desk, trembling, as he eased one end
into his mouth, the softness and the tickling driving him to such a
maddening point, he couldn't stop, not if he wanted to, not that he ever
could.
The door slammed behind him. Immediately, he yanked it out of his
mouth, saliva clinging to his chin as he rushed to set it back down.
Julious stormed to him, more pissy and irritable looking as usual.
"You can forget about the message, Oscar," he began, sitting at his
chair with the air of someone who felt like committing genocide. "It
won't be necessary."
"Really?" Oscar replied, trying to sound interested in Julious' plight,
but really being more interested in cooling himself down.
"Rosalia approached me today, and in that horrible ear-splitting voice
asked me if it was just so horrible that Angelique had taken an extreme
liking to Luva and was 'following him around everywhere, like a puppy
dog or common slut, take your pick'. I replied that I had no knowledge
of this, and she proceeded to use some false sympathy on me..."
After that, Julious drowned out. He always had girl troubles. The trick
was that every three sentences, nod your head and say "I wholeheartedly
agree", and then the sentence right after that give him some random
advice from the back of your head. His eyes moved from the fellow
guardian to the feather. The hauntingly beautiful feather, and before he
could stop himself, the words "Hey, missy..." slipped out.
"Of course she's never liked me, you remember that time with -- what was
that?"
"You need to say 'hey, missy'. It's the line that will reel her in, make
the wonderfully succulent Angelique all yours."
"...I'll get that from such a cheap line?"
It was obvious that Julious was covering up what he was REALLY thinking.
And what he was REALLY thinking was obviously something he was REALLY
uncomfortable with. Julious was fingering the feather, and whenever
Julious was nervous he stooped to fingering things. But the nervous
fingering of the feather made Oscar want to finger the feather, and
seeing Julious' slender fingers weaving in and out and in and out of the
long strands was driving him crazy, absolutely crazy, and then the sweat
broke out. Why couldn't Julious finger something else? Anything else,
anything else would be better than seeing Julious fondle what he was
fondling ten minutes ago, and oh no, he was getting to the wet part.
"What the..." Julious remarked, feeling the cold saliva with his fingers
and drawing them up to his face. Damn! Oscar faked a cough as he leaned
down to brush the saliva off his own face.
"Why is it wet?" he asked, as if the hacking Oscar could answer. Julious
stood, taking the feather with him into the next room, as Oscar fell to
the floor, short of breath. He knew he couldn't stay in here any longer,
not with that object of temptation and not with Julious furthering the
blasted tempting.
"I'm going now, Julious. I have to see a lady about a date!" he yelled,
pulling himself and running out at full speed, slamming the door behind
him. He was staying away from that room now. Far, far away.
So. Now he had to find a new best friend, a friend that didn't have some
orgasm-causing device in his office. Olivie? Nah, too fruity. And he has
feathers all over him? Marcel? No, he has Chupi, and Chupi has feathers
on him too. Zephel? No, he has that Mecha-Chupi, and that reminded him
of Chupi, who has feathers all over him... Oh, it was hopeless. The raw
lust was commanding him to that feather, and no matter what he thought
of, everything linked back to it.
"DAMN IT, ZEPHEL!" A familiar voice screamed. "GET THIS STUPID PILE OF
BOLTS OUT OF MY OFFICE!" Randy stormed down the hall past him. Of
course, Randy! Why hadn't he thought of him before?! At first it could
just be a show of fake concern for Randy's fighting abilities, and in
time they would forge a new friendship, a friendship without feathers.
He followed in slow pursuit of him, arriving just in time to see Randy
get into a heated debate with Zephel, Angelique in the middle.
"What makes you think I put something in your bed?!"
"Nobody else here can make those mechanical eyesores!"
"Eyesores?! I'll have you know, machines are better than your stupid
balls and rocks any day!"
"That's such a bad comeback, you'd think Luva came up with it!"
"Um, guys, fighting's really not going to help--"
"It's better than your ignorance hanging all over the place!"
"Ignorance?! You're the one with--"
"That's enough!" Oscar interjected. He got between the two, looking at
them both as he narrowed his eyes and gave them a coming-to. He hit the
both of them in the back of the head, with such force that they both hit
the ground. To add in some intimidation, both of them were seized by
their necks, each given a moment to be directly in front of Oscar's
disciplinary stare. Then they were dropped to the ground again, each
making a loud and satisfying thud as they hit. Angelique put her fingers
near her mouth in a sign of worry or disapproval, but in a rare moment
Oscar didn't care, because these boys needed to be taught a lesson.
"Your fighting is stupid enough all the other times, but you do not --
and I repeat this, do NOT take your pointless squabbles in front of such
a fine lady as this and shove her in the middle! Zephel, you sit down
and shut up. Randy, I'm extremely dissapointed in you. Come with me,
we're having a talk." After that he stormed out. Somehow, he thought he
was very lucky that that happened when it did. He knew also that right
now, Randy was probably flustered, and Zephel was making fun of him, and
Randy really wanted to get back at Zephel in so many ways, but instead
was going to go out and face his punishment.
A moment later Randy came from the room, looking at the ground and
looking rather ashamed, too.
"How could you do that to a girl? What the hell was in your head?!"
"Oscar-sama, he put this weird waffle-machine in my bed, and when I woke
up I had these grids all over my butt..." He pulled down his pants for
added emphasis. Along the cheeks were neat orderly little rows of
squares. Since Randy's face was turned towards him, he couldn't smile or
laugh like he wanted to, but instead kept the stern look on his face.
"So, you let him think it doesn't bother you! You think you're going to
be a knight fighting over every little thing and letting little missies
get all worried about you?! Angelique doesn't even like it when you
fight, and yet you bring the damn thing in front of her!" You're doing a
good job, Oscar. Concern. Concern.
"Oscar-sama...you're right. I'm sorry, it was stupid..." He pulled his
pants back up and adjusted them, then looked back into Oscar's eyes with
a slightly creepy look of determination. "I'm going to go right now and
apologize to her!" He ran off towards the exit. Angelique must've ran
off or something when he was yelling at Randy. Now all he had to do was
sit back and wait until Randy came and told him how it went. Piece of
cake.
