Fic
Yuuta didn’t know why he was in Mizuki’s room - he thought that perhaps he had been lured in with the promise of pie, but now he was surrounded by peacock feathers and silk hangings in pastel colors and he couldn’t remember anything anymore. Mizuki’s bedroom was a place of strange, almost Arabian delights - there was even incense that gave the room a smoky feeling.
Yuuta wished he could have kept the smoky, languid feeling when the ferret ran up his leg.
“What the- argh!”
The cold feeling of claws and tiny little feet scrabbling at his leg was not conducive to his general well-being and happiness.
“What the hell is in my pants?!” Yuuta shouted, flailing his arms like a windmill on a very windy day in Holland.
“I’d very much like to know that myself.” Mizuki purred, trying to pretend that his pet ferret was not squirming around in his kouhai’s pants.
“It’s some sort of animal! It has claws! It’s-” Yuuta made a funny squeaking sound as the ferret went higher than he would have liked. “Man, I’m glad I wore briefs today!”
“Nfu.” Mizuki said, twirling his hair. “Excellent data - do you usually wear boxer shorts? Or perhaps-” he leaned in closer, again ignoring the ferret “-you go commando?”
“Don’t you dare talk about my cute little brother’s underwear!” Fuji Syusuke shouted, apparently leaping out of nowhere. “What is in his pants? Are you happy to see me, Yuuta?!”
“No I am not happy to see you! I have a medium-sized furry thing in my pants and it’s squirming! Get it out!” Yuuta grabbed onto Mizuki’s shoulder, trying to balance himself as he shook his legs trying desperately to dislodge the ferret.
“A medium-sized furry thing in your pants…?” Syusuke and Mizuki both said slowly at the same time. Syusuke looked sadistically at Yuuta and said “I will help you with your furry thing.”
Mizuki said “No, she’s my ferret! You will not harm Patricia!”
Yuuta said “I don’t care what it’s name is, just get it out! I think its trying to bite me! And I don’t want to be bitten there, if you know what I mean!”
“I always know what you mean, Yuuta.” Fuji said. “And I don’t let ferrets run up your pants!” He smiled and thought to himself ‘I will let other things up your pants, though.’
“JUST GET IT OFF!” Yuuta screamed. “It isn’t very nice! I don’t care what its name is!”
“I’ll save you Yuuta!” said Fuji, and he leaped across the room and unzipped Yuuta’s fly and a ferret nose popped out.
“Hello Patricia!” said Mizuki, and the ferret squirmed out of Yuuta’s fly and ran across to him over his Arabian and Oriental rugs and into his arms, squeaking slightly. “Oh Yuuta, I don’t think she liked being in your pants!”
“There’s nothing wrong with being in my pants!” Yuuta shouted, getting upset.
“No there isn’t.” said Syusuke, his hand still close to Yuuta’s fly. He smiled and kissed Yuuta not caring that his nemesis was still in the room with his ferret. When Yuuta didn’t protest, he added a hand into his pants too, and said “This is better than a ferret now, isn’t it?”