Haha, it was so great fun that I had to write another one with Kieran, as I adore him :) I often hope I could be more like him *lol*
Title: Contest of True Manhood
Fandom - Fire Emblem: Path of Radiance
Pairing - Kieran/Rhys (also starring Oscar and Rolf)
Word count - 926
Summary - Kieran fooling around as usual (humor, nothing really naughty)
- Oscar!
- Ah, good morning, Kieran! You wanted to see me?
- Morning? Is it morning? Then, morning it is! Now, my dearest Oscar, my vicious archrival! We are having a contest!
- Contest? What contest?
- A Glorious Contest of True Manhood!
- Now, slow down a bit, Kieran! I… I have some duties to take care of…
- Duties? Ha! What kind of duties may I ask? Duties like… running away in fear of the utter shame of losing?
- Well, not quite. Ike asked me to take care of some business with the locals…
- Locals? Ha! I have already taken care of it!
- You what?
- Oh yes I did! I asked Ike about you – those petty tasks and duties you would be likely to use as an excuse – and took care of it all before the sunrise!
- You did what? You must have woken up everyone involved…
- You bet I did! I, mighty hero Kieran, am not hindered by such small obstacles!
- Oh well…
- Running out of excuses, dear rival?
- Oh... ok. I’ll do what you want. What’s the deal?
- The Glorious Contest of True Manhood!
- Yes, I got that part. But what is that I need to do?
- Well, as we are talking about the True Manhood, the essence of being a Man in its every carnal aspect, we start with drinking! See those bottles? Go ahead, Oscar… if you’re not scared of wine!
- Now, slow down! That’s too much! It’s too early to start with…
- Chickening already?
- Ah… um…Ok. I’ll play along, on one condition.
- And what might that be?
- You stop… buggering me about with this rival-thing from now on. Promise?
- Ah. Ok. Even if it feels like tearing my heart from my chest, I shall chivalrously stop buggering you.
- What?
- Now then. It’s time to drown ourselves in wine, my friend!
--
(Rolf outside)
- Rhys, are you there?
- Well, good morning, Rolf! Looking for someone?
- Nah. I was looking for Oscar, but I think he’s busy with Kieran…
- What? How?
- You know, having some weird contest in Kieran’s tent.
- Contest? That sounds dangerous, at least when Kieran is involved… oh dear…
- Yeah, it was like some carnal drinking-contest of true men or something…
- What? Uh… maybe I should go and check on them…
- Rhys! Where are you going?
--
(Rhys enters the tent)
Kieran: And after I have gallantly emptied this bottle… we are going to wrestle with all we have!
Oscar: Well, hello Rhys!
Kieran: Who? Oh, what do I see! Like a heavenly maid had entered my humble hut… Ah, what gentle beauty! What refined posture! And what a wonderfully soft skin, so shimmering white it makes shivers run down on my spine! Is she a princess? She must be! Oh, I’m shaking with excitement… Oscar, we will fight over this woman like True Men!
Rhys: Oh dear…
Oscar: Kieran you moron! That’s Rhys!
Kieran: Rhys? Where?
Rhys: Hello, Kieran…
Kieran: Ah, you? Well… it’s a bit of a disappointment, but… it’s ok! You’ll do! I will fight over you, dear comrade!
Rhys: What on earth…
Kieran: You’re pretty enough to be a *hick* queen anyway… *hick* Trust your chastity in my strong arms, my love, and after this we will have a brotherly feast celebrating my victory… *hick* … feast that will surpass all the intimate pleasures of a wedding night!
Rhys: Well… ok, maybe I could just play along…
Oscar: What?!
Kieran: Now, Oscar! Take off your shirt!
Oscar: WHAT?!
Rhys: Well, if you’re going to wrestle, it might be a good idea not to ruin your clothes.
Oscar: Uh… ok. Rhys, stay out of harm’s way. And maybe you should take a drink while you’re at it… just wait for me while I floor this… this comrade.
Rhys: Mm… I might as well take…
Kieran: Chaaaaarge!
Rhys: Oh… *giggles* Oh… Now please, don’t be so rough, Kieran! And oh! Oscar! Don’t grab him THERE! No!
Kieran: Ughhh…
Rhys: Oh no! Kieran, are you hurt?
Kieran: Ah… Me? No worry! I’m fine! Every part of my body is firm like steel! That little tickling wouldn’t possibly hurt my rock-hard…
Rhys: Ahhh! I’m feeling so lightheaded!
Kieran: I’m all right! See?
Rhys: My! *giggles* It surely looks impressive… *hick* …impressively healthy!
Oscar (whispering): Rhys! Grab that bottle and knock this moron out! Seriously!
Rhys (whispering): But… I really couldn’t…
Oscar (whispering): You want to spend an intimately brotherly night with him? Just do it!
Rhys (whispering): Well… In a way I wouldn’t… ah, ok, whatever you say…
Kieran: Now, shall we continue?
Oscar: Ahhh… you weren’t supposed to hit me!
Rhys: Oh… *hick* I’m so sorry…
Kieran: What? *hick* Who was sshzupposed to what?
Oscar: Ah… Curses, I’m off! It's enough!
Kieran: You’re breaking our deal? Then, I, Mighty Kieran, will personally bugger you from now on until you lay on you deathbed! *hick* I will… bugger you on your very deathbed!
Oscar: Just… cut it out, will ya? Ah, my head is hurting… Just do whatever you want…
Kieran: So be it. I will claim the ownership of this princess and we are going to spend our wedding night RIGHT NOW. *hick* Come, my lovely princess, let me carry you to my tent! *hick*
Rhys: *giggles*
Oscar: Moron! This is your tent!
Kieran: Ah, sticking with such trivial details… Well, I will carry her to her tent!
Oscar: What… ever.
Title: Contest of True Manhood
Fandom - Fire Emblem: Path of Radiance
Pairing - Kieran/Rhys (also starring Oscar and Rolf)
Word count - 926
Summary - Kieran fooling around as usual (humor, nothing really naughty)
- Oscar!
- Ah, good morning, Kieran! You wanted to see me?
- Morning? Is it morning? Then, morning it is! Now, my dearest Oscar, my vicious archrival! We are having a contest!
- Contest? What contest?
- A Glorious Contest of True Manhood!
- Now, slow down a bit, Kieran! I… I have some duties to take care of…
- Duties? Ha! What kind of duties may I ask? Duties like… running away in fear of the utter shame of losing?
- Well, not quite. Ike asked me to take care of some business with the locals…
- Locals? Ha! I have already taken care of it!
- You what?
- Oh yes I did! I asked Ike about you – those petty tasks and duties you would be likely to use as an excuse – and took care of it all before the sunrise!
- You did what? You must have woken up everyone involved…
- You bet I did! I, mighty hero Kieran, am not hindered by such small obstacles!
- Oh well…
- Running out of excuses, dear rival?
- Oh... ok. I’ll do what you want. What’s the deal?
- The Glorious Contest of True Manhood!
- Yes, I got that part. But what is that I need to do?
- Well, as we are talking about the True Manhood, the essence of being a Man in its every carnal aspect, we start with drinking! See those bottles? Go ahead, Oscar… if you’re not scared of wine!
- Now, slow down! That’s too much! It’s too early to start with…
- Chickening already?
- Ah… um…Ok. I’ll play along, on one condition.
- And what might that be?
- You stop… buggering me about with this rival-thing from now on. Promise?
- Ah. Ok. Even if it feels like tearing my heart from my chest, I shall chivalrously stop buggering you.
- What?
- Now then. It’s time to drown ourselves in wine, my friend!
--
(Rolf outside)
- Rhys, are you there?
- Well, good morning, Rolf! Looking for someone?
- Nah. I was looking for Oscar, but I think he’s busy with Kieran…
- What? How?
- You know, having some weird contest in Kieran’s tent.
- Contest? That sounds dangerous, at least when Kieran is involved… oh dear…
- Yeah, it was like some carnal drinking-contest of true men or something…
- What? Uh… maybe I should go and check on them…
- Rhys! Where are you going?
--
(Rhys enters the tent)
Kieran: And after I have gallantly emptied this bottle… we are going to wrestle with all we have!
Oscar: Well, hello Rhys!
Kieran: Who? Oh, what do I see! Like a heavenly maid had entered my humble hut… Ah, what gentle beauty! What refined posture! And what a wonderfully soft skin, so shimmering white it makes shivers run down on my spine! Is she a princess? She must be! Oh, I’m shaking with excitement… Oscar, we will fight over this woman like True Men!
Rhys: Oh dear…
Oscar: Kieran you moron! That’s Rhys!
Kieran: Rhys? Where?
Rhys: Hello, Kieran…
Kieran: Ah, you? Well… it’s a bit of a disappointment, but… it’s ok! You’ll do! I will fight over you, dear comrade!
Rhys: What on earth…
Kieran: You’re pretty enough to be a *hick* queen anyway… *hick* Trust your chastity in my strong arms, my love, and after this we will have a brotherly feast celebrating my victory… *hick* … feast that will surpass all the intimate pleasures of a wedding night!
Rhys: Well… ok, maybe I could just play along…
Oscar: What?!
Kieran: Now, Oscar! Take off your shirt!
Oscar: WHAT?!
Rhys: Well, if you’re going to wrestle, it might be a good idea not to ruin your clothes.
Oscar: Uh… ok. Rhys, stay out of harm’s way. And maybe you should take a drink while you’re at it… just wait for me while I floor this… this comrade.
Rhys: Mm… I might as well take…
Kieran: Chaaaaarge!
Rhys: Oh… *giggles* Oh… Now please, don’t be so rough, Kieran! And oh! Oscar! Don’t grab him THERE! No!
Kieran: Ughhh…
Rhys: Oh no! Kieran, are you hurt?
Kieran: Ah… Me? No worry! I’m fine! Every part of my body is firm like steel! That little tickling wouldn’t possibly hurt my rock-hard…
Rhys: Ahhh! I’m feeling so lightheaded!
Kieran: I’m all right! See?
Rhys: My! *giggles* It surely looks impressive… *hick* …impressively healthy!
Oscar (whispering): Rhys! Grab that bottle and knock this moron out! Seriously!
Rhys (whispering): But… I really couldn’t…
Oscar (whispering): You want to spend an intimately brotherly night with him? Just do it!
Rhys (whispering): Well… In a way I wouldn’t… ah, ok, whatever you say…
Kieran: Now, shall we continue?
Oscar: Ahhh… you weren’t supposed to hit me!
Rhys: Oh… *hick* I’m so sorry…
Kieran: What? *hick* Who was sshzupposed to what?
Oscar: Ah… Curses, I’m off! It's enough!
Kieran: You’re breaking our deal? Then, I, Mighty Kieran, will personally bugger you from now on until you lay on you deathbed! *hick* I will… bugger you on your very deathbed!
Oscar: Just… cut it out, will ya? Ah, my head is hurting… Just do whatever you want…
Kieran: So be it. I will claim the ownership of this princess and we are going to spend our wedding night RIGHT NOW. *hick* Come, my lovely princess, let me carry you to my tent! *hick*
Rhys: *giggles*
Oscar: Moron! This is your tent!
Kieran: Ah, sticking with such trivial details… Well, I will carry her to her tent!
Oscar: What… ever.