I'm a SHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARK! (Drescarine)

[Drascarine Allen Macurt]

He had nearly forgotten all about dinner. His stomach grumbled and he opened his eyes, sitting up with Clash still in his arms. "Clash I am hungry...I can not skip out on dinner you know." He said. Drascarine grabbed the bowl of pasta and put it down right in front of them. He grabbed two forks and gave one to Clash. "Well enjoy." He smiled. Drascarine shifted, an arm still around Clash. He took his fork and started to eat.

[Clash]

;DClash smiled, also remembering just how hungry he felt. As Drascarine stood up Clash gave a sad little "nuuu..." again, but grinned hungrily when he returned, staring down at the steamy bowl of pasta. "ooooh..." Clash picked up his fork and skewered some noodles, watching the sauce slowly drip from them. "so this is a dinner!" He quickly and hungrily tucked into the food, making audible "om... nom nom nom nom..." noises with each mouthful. For an hour-old shark monster clash had surprisingly good table manners, yet he still managed to get some of that white, creamy pasta sauce on his face, flecks of it on his nose, his chin, a bit in the corner of his mouth...

"this dinner is incredible!" Clash gave a happy smile, half his food gone with pasta sauce on his face as he took another mouthful.

[Drascarine Allen Macurt]

"Yeah. It is dinner." He said. Drascarine took his time eating the food. He glanced to Clash and giggled at the sauce on his face.

"Silly. Your getting dirty." He looked around for some paper towels but could not find any within reach. He sighed and leaned forward, licking the sauce off of Clash's face slowly.

[Clash]

"ack! licked!" Clash squirmed and laughed as Drascarine licked at his face, Clash started to lick back playfully, then leaned forward and gave him a kiss on the nose. "can't you wait until after dinner?" Clash tried to pick up another fork-full of pasta but couldn't, he squirmed and giggled as Drascarine licked him clean, feeling himself starting to blush a bit.

Clash tried to get up, not wanting it to stop but wanting to get some air. When he found it too hard to bring himself to his feet he leaned over the bowls of food and started to lick his best friend back.

[Drascarine Allen Macurt]

Drascarine smiled. "Stop moving." He chuckled softly. He blushed faintly as Clash started licking back. He dropped his fork and slowly rested his hands on Clash's lower back. He rubbed his lower back gently, his tongue licking back at Clash's. Clash's face had been clean for a while. Drascarine wiggled his nose, smiling. "Well there were not any paper towels. So...How could I wait to wash your face?" He giggled.

He then pulled back but was bombarded by Clash's licking. "Oi..Clash." He smiled and put his hand over Clash's mouth to stop his tongue from licking him. "Tongue is nice but your doing it wrong silly. This calls for french kissing...and this is how you do it. Now close your eyes." He said.

As soon as Clash's eyes were closed he leaned forward and kissed his lips lightly, over and over again.

[Clash]

Clash felt the kisses as he closed his eyes, his arms wrapping around Drascarine as he returned them, he felt himself getting flushed, his breathing getting heavy and drawn out, his skin tingling... Like in the shower, he muttered softly through the kisses. "Drascarine... I'm feeling... funny..." He started to slowly move his hands up and down his friend's back, wanting to feel like they did in the shower, do what they did in the shower. He moved his head back a bit.

"I feel like we did in the shower..." Clash blinked a few times and gave him a puppydog stare.

[Drascarine Allen Macurt]

He smiled and pulled back a little from Clash. He hummed softly. "Aw poor Clash..."He murmured softly, reaching up and stroking his cheek. Drascarine blushed deeply, staring at Clash. The puppydog eyes having a slight effect on him.

He wiggled closer to Clash, his arms loosely wrapped around his neck. He kissed Clash slowly before getting up to his feet and tugging lightly on his shirt. Drascarine pulled back, pushing Clash towards the counter and then giving him a passionate kiss. His hands slowly slipped up under his shirt, touching his stomach gently.

[Clash]

Clash slowly started to unbutton Drascarine's shirt, just as he had unbuttoned his own in the shower, feeling the hands over his body made him feel warm inside, melting at the touch. He gave Drasc a playful look as he suddenly put his arms around his friend "That wasn't a french kiss... this is a french kiss"

He leaned in slowly and kissed him on the lips, after a few seconds he opened his mouth and slid his tongue out, poking and snaking it into Drascarine's and licking at his tongue, making a soft, pleasured squeek into the kiss as he did. His hands moved down and started to rub the full length of his friend's back, from his shoulders to his belt, leaning up against the wall and wimpering at his touch. He moved back from the kiss and smiled. "you silly..."

[Drascarine Allen Macurt]

Drascarine let his shirt slip off his arms and onto the floor. He blushed deeply. "C-Clash!" He gasped in shock, his blue hues widening from the kiss. His hands moved up Clash's stomach and to his chest. He slipped his hands out from under his shirt, his hues closing as he curled his tongue around his. A soft moan escaping his lips, his body pressing against Clash's. As soon as Clash pulled back he panted heavily, blushing.

"Oi..Where did you learn that from?" He asked with a tilt of his head curiously. He smiled, kissing Clash after he answered him and then pulled his shirt off. He hoped up onto the counter next to Clash, kissing down his chest. His arms loosely wrapped around his waist. He kissed down his stomach, starting to tug on Clash's pants.

He licked Clash's tummy and purred cutely. "You can french kiss here too." He nibbled on Clash's pants.

[Clash]

"up..." Clash said as he looked around, sitting on the counter, he gave a proud smile as Drascarine asked where he learned to do that. "Television! did I do it right? was I good at it?" Then clash turned redder than ever as Drasc took off his shirt and joined him, talking about kissing him down there...

"but... but how do you do that..." He gave a soft "yeep" as Drascarine nibbled his pants, then noticed how amazingly tight those pants suddenly felt. He put his arms around Drast's back, leaning against him and blushing brightly. "what're you gunna do..."

[Drascarine Allen Macurt]

He was surprised. Seriously the things you can learn from television these days. It can be a good influence and sometimes a bad influence on those with child like minds. He smiled up at Clash.

"Do not worry. I will show you." He smiled.

Drascarine nibbled on the pants again and then slowly he started taking them off.

*Time Skip*

[Clash]

Clash blinked and opened his eyes, he yawned and looked around. He could see Drasc right in front of him, and they were wrapped up completely in a blanket. They were like a big sexy burrito. Clash closed his eyes again and rested his head on Drascarine, then snuggled down and relaxed, feeling his best friend's heat, how warm and soft he was as they lay in the blanket together. Clash didn't care that he couldn't move, he didn't want to move from there.

"comfy..."

[Drascarine Allen Macurt]

Dras was not having a very nice dream. He was dreaming about his ex that lived in Ireland. The tickets he had seen when they knocked over the cookie jar rattled him a little. He never thought he would see the tickets ever again. And now here they were. And it was getting a little too warm....

Drascarine frowned in his sleep and started waking up. He was burning up like crazy in these covers! He gave a soft startled yell waking up from his nightmare. It was that blasted nightmare that was making him sweat like crazy. He wiggled his way out of the so called, 'sexy burrito'. Finally he got out and fall off the edge of the bed and onto the floor. He found a pair of pants and pulled them on.

"Damn I don't want to do that again. Too hot..." He muttered before walking out of the room.