Pizza Boy (Mythklok Interstitial)
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tikificTitle: Pizza Boy (Mythklok Interstitial)
Author: tikistitch
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Pizza!
Warnings: Balls.
Notes: I so totally blame Tam for this. By the way, she should be finishing her H&G and not reading this crap.
“Ya know,” opined Charles, “this vegetarian pizza crap actually ain't bad. It's got artichoke hearts,” he concluded, helping himself to his third slice.
“It is terribly tasty,” agreed Ganesh, who was, quite uncharacteristically, licking his fingers instead of using a napkin.
“Why are you guys eating NAKED PIZZA?”
“Would you like a slice, Nathan?” inquired Ganesh sociably, holding up the box.
“I don't wanna have to see your HAIRY BUTTS when I EAT PIZZA!” Nathan grumbled.
“Nathan!” exclaimed Charles, covering his nether regions with a throw pillow and backing towards the bedroom. “What the FUCK are you doing in our suite?”
“Why are you eating PIZZA without any PANTS?” Nathan persisted, although he snapped up a slice. “What if BOON SEES?”
“The naked body is beautiful and natural!” explained Ganesh.
“And Boon is up in Valhalla tonight,” said Charles, who had returned, and was tugging on a pair of pajama pants. “We were enjoying a night alone.”
“Why are they eating pizza without any pantsch?” complained William Murderface, who had also just entered the suite.
“Tsk! Your band fails to appreciate the aesthetics of the human body,” Ganesh sighed, pulling the pizza box over his lap. “Would you like a slice, William?”
“I don't want it now that it'sch covering your ballsch!” the bassist grumbled.
“Well, all rightie, more for me,” agreed Ganesh, pulling out another slice. Murderface, despite protestations, helped himself as well.
“Why ams we not invitsed to da pizzas parties?” moaned Toki, who had just entered, along with Skisgaar.
“Because Ganesh and I are enjoying an evening alone, in our private, locked suite!” explained Charles.
“Oh, thosche locksch have never been any problem for usch,” tutted Murderface, his mustache now strung with mozarella.
“Would you fellows like a slice?” inquired Ganesh.
“Ams he not wearings da pants?” asked an overawed Toki.
“No, I am not currently wearing trousers,” agreed Ganesh.
“Oh, you ams wants us to takes off da pants too?” asked Skwisgaar, putting down his ever-present Gibson.
“NOOOOO!” said Nathan.
“Whatever you feel comfortable doing!” Ganesh cheerily agreed. “Oh, dear, but I might go order a bit more pizza, as we are running a bit low.” Whistling softly, he arose, butt naked, and sashayed over to the telephone.
“I don't wanna see that!” Nathan complained, helping himself to the last slice.
“Then why don't you go somewhere else?” asked Charles.
“Hello! Yes, we should like three more of your vegetarian pizzas. Yes, delivery,” Ganesh was telling the phone.
“Hey, make at least one of 'em not vegetarian!” Nathan grumbled. “No one likes that crap.”
“You are currently cramming your oral cavity with vegetarian pizza, in fact, Nathan,” explained Ganesh.
“Oh, really?” smacked Nathan. “Because, this is actually pretty good. It's got ARTICHOKE HEARTS.”
“Did you take the last slice, Nathan?” bitched Charles.
“That's all right, my service is lightning quick,” assured Ganesh as the doorbell on the suite rang.
“Hey, do we have a doorbell?” wondered Charles.
“Into the Water. That'sch a good one,” agreed Murderface.
“Yes, thanks,” Ganesh told the pizza delivery guy. “Oh, dear, I am terribly sorry,” he said, feeling at his naked legs, “but I left my wallet in my pants!”
“Here ya go,” said Charles, forking over some bills.
“I ams wants da fresh slice,” said Skwisgaar, who had now removed his own pants.
“What if you schpill hot cheesche on your ballsch?” wondered Murderface.
“You ought try it, it is very freeing,” said Ganesh, seating himself back on the couch. “This is quite pleasant! We should do it again!”
“We should never do it again,” sighed Charles.
“Yeah, I don't wanna have to look at your HAIRY ASS when I eat my VEGETARIAN PIZZA WITH ARTICHOKE HEARTS!” thundered Nathan.
Charles glared at Nathan, and then, without breaking eye contact, stepped out of his pajama pants, and dramatically dropped them on the floor. He stormed over to the couch and sat beside Ganesh, grabbing a slice.
“Your gonna get hot cheese ON YOUR BALLS!” warned Nathan.
“That is fine, I shall simply lick it off,” grinned Ganesh, putting an arm around Charles.
“DON'T TALK LIKE THAT!” wailed Nathan.
“Can we ams watches da TVs?” inquired Toki hopefully.
“Why certainly,” said Ganesh, picking up the remote. “What would you fellows prefer? A sporting event?”
“Ganesh, I do not wanna watch another eight hours of cricket.”
“Bollywood? And old musical? Perhaps some nice pornography?”
“POOOOOOORN!” screamed the assembly.
“Hrm. How about Shaving Ryan's Privates?”
“No, nots da war movies,” grumbled Skwisgaar.
“Sperms of Endearment?”
“No, no schick flicksch,” insisted Murderface.
“Pulp Friction?”
“Oh, yeah, that's a GOOD ONE,” agreed Nathan.
“All rightie,” said Ganesh, clicking the remote and sitting back as suddenly all attention was focused on the figures grinding and moaning onscreen.
“Isn't this a pleasant little evening, dear?” Ganesh asked Charles softly. “Just us and the boys?”
Charles cast a glance around the room to his semi-clothed death metal musicians. He grabbed a quilt off the back of the couch and spread it out over himself and Ganesh. He shook his head. “Gimme another slice of vegetarian pie, will ya?” he said. Ganesh, grinning and kissing Charles on top of the head, leaned over to grab the pizza box.
Author: tikistitch
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Pizza!
Warnings: Balls.
Notes: I so totally blame Tam for this. By the way, she should be finishing her H&G and not reading this crap.
“Ya know,” opined Charles, “this vegetarian pizza crap actually ain't bad. It's got artichoke hearts,” he concluded, helping himself to his third slice.
“It is terribly tasty,” agreed Ganesh, who was, quite uncharacteristically, licking his fingers instead of using a napkin.
“Why are you guys eating NAKED PIZZA?”
“Would you like a slice, Nathan?” inquired Ganesh sociably, holding up the box.
“I don't wanna have to see your HAIRY BUTTS when I EAT PIZZA!” Nathan grumbled.
“Nathan!” exclaimed Charles, covering his nether regions with a throw pillow and backing towards the bedroom. “What the FUCK are you doing in our suite?”
“Why are you eating PIZZA without any PANTS?” Nathan persisted, although he snapped up a slice. “What if BOON SEES?”
“The naked body is beautiful and natural!” explained Ganesh.
“And Boon is up in Valhalla tonight,” said Charles, who had returned, and was tugging on a pair of pajama pants. “We were enjoying a night alone.”
“Why are they eating pizza without any pantsch?” complained William Murderface, who had also just entered the suite.
“Tsk! Your band fails to appreciate the aesthetics of the human body,” Ganesh sighed, pulling the pizza box over his lap. “Would you like a slice, William?”
“I don't want it now that it'sch covering your ballsch!” the bassist grumbled.
“Well, all rightie, more for me,” agreed Ganesh, pulling out another slice. Murderface, despite protestations, helped himself as well.
“Why ams we not invitsed to da pizzas parties?” moaned Toki, who had just entered, along with Skisgaar.
“Because Ganesh and I are enjoying an evening alone, in our private, locked suite!” explained Charles.
“Oh, thosche locksch have never been any problem for usch,” tutted Murderface, his mustache now strung with mozarella.
“Would you fellows like a slice?” inquired Ganesh.
“Ams he not wearings da pants?” asked an overawed Toki.
“No, I am not currently wearing trousers,” agreed Ganesh.
“Oh, you ams wants us to takes off da pants too?” asked Skwisgaar, putting down his ever-present Gibson.
“NOOOOO!” said Nathan.
“Whatever you feel comfortable doing!” Ganesh cheerily agreed. “Oh, dear, but I might go order a bit more pizza, as we are running a bit low.” Whistling softly, he arose, butt naked, and sashayed over to the telephone.
“I don't wanna see that!” Nathan complained, helping himself to the last slice.
“Then why don't you go somewhere else?” asked Charles.
“Hello! Yes, we should like three more of your vegetarian pizzas. Yes, delivery,” Ganesh was telling the phone.
“Hey, make at least one of 'em not vegetarian!” Nathan grumbled. “No one likes that crap.”
“You are currently cramming your oral cavity with vegetarian pizza, in fact, Nathan,” explained Ganesh.
“Oh, really?” smacked Nathan. “Because, this is actually pretty good. It's got ARTICHOKE HEARTS.”
“Did you take the last slice, Nathan?” bitched Charles.
“That's all right, my service is lightning quick,” assured Ganesh as the doorbell on the suite rang.
“Hey, do we have a doorbell?” wondered Charles.
“Into the Water. That'sch a good one,” agreed Murderface.
“Yes, thanks,” Ganesh told the pizza delivery guy. “Oh, dear, I am terribly sorry,” he said, feeling at his naked legs, “but I left my wallet in my pants!”
“Here ya go,” said Charles, forking over some bills.
“I ams wants da fresh slice,” said Skwisgaar, who had now removed his own pants.
“What if you schpill hot cheesche on your ballsch?” wondered Murderface.
“You ought try it, it is very freeing,” said Ganesh, seating himself back on the couch. “This is quite pleasant! We should do it again!”
“We should never do it again,” sighed Charles.
“Yeah, I don't wanna have to look at your HAIRY ASS when I eat my VEGETARIAN PIZZA WITH ARTICHOKE HEARTS!” thundered Nathan.
Charles glared at Nathan, and then, without breaking eye contact, stepped out of his pajama pants, and dramatically dropped them on the floor. He stormed over to the couch and sat beside Ganesh, grabbing a slice.
“Your gonna get hot cheese ON YOUR BALLS!” warned Nathan.
“That is fine, I shall simply lick it off,” grinned Ganesh, putting an arm around Charles.
“DON'T TALK LIKE THAT!” wailed Nathan.
“Can we ams watches da TVs?” inquired Toki hopefully.
“Why certainly,” said Ganesh, picking up the remote. “What would you fellows prefer? A sporting event?”
“Ganesh, I do not wanna watch another eight hours of cricket.”
“Bollywood? And old musical? Perhaps some nice pornography?”
“POOOOOOORN!” screamed the assembly.
“Hrm. How about Shaving Ryan's Privates?”
“No, nots da war movies,” grumbled Skwisgaar.
“Sperms of Endearment?”
“No, no schick flicksch,” insisted Murderface.
“Pulp Friction?”
“Oh, yeah, that's a GOOD ONE,” agreed Nathan.
“All rightie,” said Ganesh, clicking the remote and sitting back as suddenly all attention was focused on the figures grinding and moaning onscreen.
“Isn't this a pleasant little evening, dear?” Ganesh asked Charles softly. “Just us and the boys?”
Charles cast a glance around the room to his semi-clothed death metal musicians. He grabbed a quilt off the back of the couch and spread it out over himself and Ganesh. He shook his head. “Gimme another slice of vegetarian pie, will ya?” he said. Ganesh, grinning and kissing Charles on top of the head, leaned over to grab the pizza box.
