fierybluebird | [video] Back with the chocobos / All the jokes

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[video] Back with the chocobos / All the jokes

[In a scene that might be familiar to some, Marco is back in the barn, with five baby chocobo. Not quite so baby now, he might be able to fit one of them in a bag on his back, but not all of them. He can't even fit them all under one wing, but that's all right, the others he's dealing with in different ways. It might not be immediately obvious, but the loss of Ace is hitting him hard. Normally he'd go into a rage to kill things, but he doesn't seem to feel it's worth it.]

Ace's name is up on the memorial wall. He might come back... I hope so.

[There's a much too long pause in which he looks a world away and scoops up a chocobo fitted with a Spade collar.]

Ah so how about some bird jokes, eh?

You've probably all heard this one: Why did the chicken cross the road?
To get to the other side.
Why didn't the turkey cross the road?
He didn't want to be a chicken.
Why did the ducks cross the road?
To prove they could do it better than the chicken.
Why did the chicken cross the road twice?
It was a double-crosser.
Why did the rooster cross the road?
To prove he wasn't a chicken.

A phoenix walks into a bar filled with a bunch of turkeys. He gives them a polite nod and then buys everyone a round of drinks. They crowd around their new friend and offer some peanuts. "Gobble gobble gobble?" they suggest. "No thanks," he politely declines, "I'm allergic." They offer him pretzels. "Gobble gobble gobble?" He takes a few of those and they continue on for hours. Eventually they run out, and just as he was about to leave, they look him up and down and ask, "Gobble gobble gobble?" He gives them a horrified look and explains, "No way! I'm not into that!"

Why did the marines arrest the turkey?
They brought it on suspicion of fowl play!

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[...Now it's Japan's turn to look amused. Oh god he's horrible. Coming all the way up, he swirls his tongue around the head before pulling back for just a quick word or so]

There's no need to stop. [And he's back to being gentle just like that, as if it never happened. Humming and looking pleased...]

[Groans at the pause and just gulps. Does that mean he should or NOT?! Japan's wrath was the scariest...]

Fuck... Keep humming like that and I won't be able to. [This time, Marco grabs the arm of the couch so that he can grip it tightly for support.] Ah... you're really warm. Got a bit of underwater volcano in your islands? Just nod yes if so... [He's horrible. So horrible. This is why you get bitten Marco.]

[LOL MARCO...

Japan takes Marco in even more, still a flushed color, but... That question. Wow. He hesitates before nodding his head a little, and bringing a hand to massage Marco's thigh again. He pulls back and continues, picking up the pace just slightly before settling into a constant rhythm.]

[Another groan that turns straight into a trill at the head bobs. O-oh. He clenches on the chair tightly to keep himself still and focuses on trying to convey exactly what he's thinking... through whistles. Ah yes, and were Japan is supposed to be the noisy one at sex.]

Oh oh Bushido... my beautiful semi-volcanic islander Bushido... m-more... please... oh oh love... [Were you looking for incomprehensible?]

[Marco you are horrible and embarrassing... Somehow Japan is okay with this. Actually he's pleased with this, bobbing his head and swirling his tongue just enough, as that hand slides down to cup his balls, just fingering lightly at first before moving to a gentle squeezing. His humming even intensifies a bit. Suddenly all those times of Marco saying he could get off on Japan's voice alone made sense to him, and he picked up the pace.]

[Okay that gets a lot more trills and embarrassed chirps out of Marco. Words... failing him right now. And he's not sure repeating "love you" over and over would get him a taste of those teeth again or not. Then again, at this point, he's not sure he'd even mind. He moves just a few centimeters into that beautiful mouth before trying to still himself again. The last thing he wants is to mess up Japan's rhythm. Especially not at this point.]

Oh oh oh... damn... Japan... love... oh... [Another whistle and Marco starts stroking the black hair. He's not even sure how he doesn't have a nosebleed at this point. Japan's just so gorgeous, so perfect and--] P-perfect... really... really really good... oh god yes... so close now... I never get this close early... Bushido... Please... just a little more... I promise I won't even stop your salt mountain.

[Oh, does that mean not only this promised "salt" but legit salt after? He is so taking it as that he doesn't even care. And to see Marco this out of control is so great, now that he thinks about it...

He slows down ever so slightly just long enough to tease before squeezing his hand again and continuing. Even picking up the pace from before, falling completely into the moment and the sounds of the reactions.]

[Whines at the slowing down, but instantly whistles and pants again, catching his breath as Japan squeezes and speeds up. Such a tease. Was Marco this evil to Japan? He'd have to remember to pay attention next time.]

Oh ah... Japan... [At this point words aren't really falling from his lips, just a string of hundreds of little pleased sounds and excited trills as Marco gets closer and closer to tipping over the edge. Was he supposed to be worried about Japan's salt intake? OH WELL, this is why he told others to be strong for him. As much as Japan might lose to temptation, Marco was a pirate, and not even familiar with the concept of resisting it.] God I love you... so damn much. Just want to see your face when I wake, go to sleep at night, feel you near me all the time... [He shivers and tries to suppress a squirm, clenching a fist tightly on the armrest.]

[Ah. Those words made a lot more sense. And how sweet...

It only helps him to try harder, move faster and take more, his tongue pressing enough to try and cause even more reaction. His hand squeezes a little more now as he works on, resisting a shiver of his own at the words and noises.]

[Shudders and lets out a long trill, thinking fast. He's definitely about to come now...]

B-Bushido coming... now... [Gasps out a warning as best he can in case Japan didn't want to taste all that... even though the whole idea was for the salt... yeah. Still, warning couldn't hurt, right? He gives another final shudder and whistles high-pitched; purely a mating call, and it doesn't take knowing to phoenix to spot that.]

[The warning is heard, but of course he's going to finish it all the way. Even that usual nagging feeling that would be there in the back of his mind about this sort of thing is gone with the way he'd been so tempted.

Once Marco does come, he'll pull away with still flushed cheeks, making a light show of it to swallow before sighing quietly and looking to Marco.]

[Marco for what it's worth... is speechless. He just blushes... and beams... and pats Japan's head as reassuringly as possible. It's a little while before he gets his thoughts together and before even straightening, he just makes a blue fiery heard for Japan. Love you. It goes unvoiced, but the sentiment is obviously there.]

You're the best.

[He blushes a bit and wipes at the corners of his mouth to make sure nothing's left. Really, he hasn't quite calmed down from that at all. That picture of Marco just enjoying himself, no control...]

I am glad... Marco enjoyed it.

So much. Come here. I need to kiss you. [To steal a taste of it and in reward. so he tugs Japan CAREFULLY onto his lap and kisses him hard.] Love you. [Just in case Japan hadn't heard the first 150 times...]

[To answer back to that this time he's just going to lean into Marco a little more and kiss right back. Yup..........]

[Hums his delight and strokes a hand down Japan's spine. Good Bushido ^_^]

[watch him ruin this

after a moment of kissing, he's still leaning into Marco but he pulls away from the kiss to rest his head on his shoulder]

I believe Marco said he wouldn't stop me from more salt now.

Aye. But don't you dare die on me matey.

[KISSES AGAIN. He's horrible. So horrible.] So was the taste worth it? [Shimmies back into his pants now to get Japan his salt... yup.]

[Kiss... and once Marco moves back to his pants, Japan sort of flops on the couch. Aiyaaa he's so old and tired.]

Yes... ah, I mean, Marco's reactions were...

[Lmao oh Japan. Too cute.]

Hah... really? [Amused and kisses his nose before finishing the belt and stretching.] Damn I feel good. I'm sure I wasn't as interesting as you though, eh?

[He sits back up and then stands to take Marco's face and pull him in for yet another kiss.]

I assure Marco he was very... interesting. [As if that word interesting would be something more blunt but he can't bring himself to say it. And then he sits down slowly.]

[Shivers at the kiss and chirps in surprise... just watching Japan as he goes back down.]

"Interesting"? [Evil grin.] How so? Like sexy?

T-the whole point of word substitution was to avoid such a blunt statement!

[Laughs happily and nuzzles their noses together before getting up to fetch that salt.] My apologies. Interesting it is then. [Goes to get!]

[Wahh... He watches him go before leaning back again. Yup. Salt salt salt]

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