Side Effect [Part 4]
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esp_dragonFandom: Noblesse
Summary: Tao has an itch.
Rating: PG-13
Contains: Nothing
Notes: Written for![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
no_true_pair's prompt, 'Tao and M-21: aphrodisiacs/pollen/aliens made them do it'.
You can thank Kaelin for this fic. :P
I AM SO SORRY FOR THIS. …Okay, not really. I just love writing cracky transformation fic. :D
Genre: Friendship
Word count: 601
Word count total: 3,038
Status: Complete
That – rah, dammit! Okay, Tao knew cats liked to be petted, but he'd thought that was because they didn't have the reach for some places – like the back of their head. Which he was vigorously scratching right at that moment, especially around the base of his ears but nothing. It kind of felt like the itchy spots were right in the centre of where the ears had formed –which made sense; new skin and fur growing and all that- and that sucked if that was the case because how was he supposed to scratch that?
Tao was pretty sure he was going to start yowling in frustration soon, his tail lashing as he stalked through the house. Maybe it really was a thing to have someone else petting you. Well, he was going to find out as soon as he found someone.
The living room was busy, someone at the fridge and Tao could hear Takeo and M-21 chatting about…something. He wasn't really paying attention; he just navigated by his ears, dropping down next to someone and then sprawled over their lap.
"Hey, can you-" Oh. Oooh, whoever's lap he was on knew exactly where to rub and Tao stretched out, his claws extending (but not going near the leather; it would be a lot harder replacing that without the Boss noticing!).
"MrrRrrr." Yeah, there was no way he could stop his purr, especially when that itch was finally going. He was not going to move until it was completely gone.
Well, okay, maybe just a little, he thought as he shuffled a bit so whoever's lap he was on had better access to his ears.
* * *
What the hell was Tao doing?
M-21 wasn't breathing as he stared at Tao. His conversation with Takeo had already stalled when Tao came into the room, obviously distracted with his ears (Was he having problems hearing? Was his transformation progressing?).
Before anyone could ask him what was wrong, Tao had proceeded to throw himself over Rai's lap and ask for-!
And Rai was giving them to him; M-21 didn't think Tao knew whose lap he was on, purring away, his tail batting left and right (he couldn't – he wouldn't have approached Rai like that. Or at all for that).
Of all things that Tao's transformation could lead to, M-21 had never thought something like this would happen.
If it had just been he and Takeo in the room – no, they would still be panicking, keeping a watch on the doors, prepared to yank Tao off Rai as soon as someone came close to any of the doors.
But it wasn't just the four of them – Tao just had to pick the time to do that when Frankenstein was in the room at the same time. There were already wisps of his black and purple aura solidifying into view and M-21 could feel a bead of sweat trickling down his face, his skin prickling. The smile Frankenstein wore was fixed and unmoving, the kind when he had to put up a polite front instead of doing something violent.
M-21 itched to get out of the blast radius of Frankenstein's wrath, but he couldn't leave Tao in this situation either!
Someone was going to have to try and distract Frankenstein while the other person somehow smuggled Tao off Rai's lap and out the room. And then hid him for the next month.
He glanced at Takeo and received a tight nod. Taking a breath, M-21 stood up first and started to brainstorm what he could try to do or say to distract Frankenstein.
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Yes, I put the prompt at the start so you'd draw the wrong conclusions. *shot*
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Summary: Tao has an itch.
Rating: PG-13
Contains: Nothing
Notes: Written for
no_true_pair's prompt, 'Tao and M-21: aphrodisiacs/pollen/aliens made them do it'. You can thank Kaelin for this fic. :P
I AM SO SORRY FOR THIS. …Okay, not really. I just love writing cracky transformation fic. :D
Genre: Friendship
Word count: 601
Word count total: 3,038
Status: Complete
That – rah, dammit! Okay, Tao knew cats liked to be petted, but he'd thought that was because they didn't have the reach for some places – like the back of their head. Which he was vigorously scratching right at that moment, especially around the base of his ears but nothing. It kind of felt like the itchy spots were right in the centre of where the ears had formed –which made sense; new skin and fur growing and all that- and that sucked if that was the case because how was he supposed to scratch that?
Tao was pretty sure he was going to start yowling in frustration soon, his tail lashing as he stalked through the house. Maybe it really was a thing to have someone else petting you. Well, he was going to find out as soon as he found someone.
The living room was busy, someone at the fridge and Tao could hear Takeo and M-21 chatting about…something. He wasn't really paying attention; he just navigated by his ears, dropping down next to someone and then sprawled over their lap.
"Hey, can you-" Oh. Oooh, whoever's lap he was on knew exactly where to rub and Tao stretched out, his claws extending (but not going near the leather; it would be a lot harder replacing that without the Boss noticing!).
"MrrRrrr." Yeah, there was no way he could stop his purr, especially when that itch was finally going. He was not going to move until it was completely gone.
Well, okay, maybe just a little, he thought as he shuffled a bit so whoever's lap he was on had better access to his ears.
What the hell was Tao doing?
M-21 wasn't breathing as he stared at Tao. His conversation with Takeo had already stalled when Tao came into the room, obviously distracted with his ears (Was he having problems hearing? Was his transformation progressing?).
Before anyone could ask him what was wrong, Tao had proceeded to throw himself over Rai's lap and ask for-!
And Rai was giving them to him; M-21 didn't think Tao knew whose lap he was on, purring away, his tail batting left and right (he couldn't – he wouldn't have approached Rai like that. Or at all for that).
Of all things that Tao's transformation could lead to, M-21 had never thought something like this would happen.
If it had just been he and Takeo in the room – no, they would still be panicking, keeping a watch on the doors, prepared to yank Tao off Rai as soon as someone came close to any of the doors.
But it wasn't just the four of them – Tao just had to pick the time to do that when Frankenstein was in the room at the same time. There were already wisps of his black and purple aura solidifying into view and M-21 could feel a bead of sweat trickling down his face, his skin prickling. The smile Frankenstein wore was fixed and unmoving, the kind when he had to put up a polite front instead of doing something violent.
M-21 itched to get out of the blast radius of Frankenstein's wrath, but he couldn't leave Tao in this situation either!
Someone was going to have to try and distract Frankenstein while the other person somehow smuggled Tao off Rai's lap and out the room. And then hid him for the next month.
He glanced at Takeo and received a tight nod. Taking a breath, M-21 stood up first and started to brainstorm what he could try to do or say to distract Frankenstein.
Yes, I put the prompt at the start so you'd draw the wrong conclusions. *shot*