Of Lab Accidents and Wedding Jitters!

Chapter Six: Close Calls and Realizations
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A list of our demand, as decreed by the women of Team KoDraCan:
-First and foremost, you two are paying for everything.
-Make the Floral arrangements at “Ala Crème Rose” by 2:30
-Get fitted for the tuxedos that are on waiting at “Fiore’s Silkshop”
-Get “Ne-Ne Ko Waiishi Da Ga!” The musical band, to play at the wedding (if not possible, Get “Sera Washu Detsu Bai-Bai” as the back-up band).Just get the band by any means possible.
-Finalize the wedding arrangements at the park. No bullshiting; boys.
-Get your invite list together; and no, your slutty cousins cannot come, Marty. Heath, we’ve explained that your father WILL NOT do the bride/groom song, no matter how much back-up singing he did for New Edition.
-You still owe us for dinner tonight, so meet us at “La Romantica Seria” at 7: 00 TONIGHT.
-You’re paying for our dresses; and the bachelorette party; Heath.
-You’re banned from having a bachelor party until the night before the wedding.

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Heath and Marty stared at the list in horror time and time again after they completed their tasks. Since a part of their appeasement forbade them from taking the car, they were walking around town that hot, Saturday. The KoDraCan women had made up the list hours before, and the boys were uneasy about their demands. Marty, in his rare intelligent moments, had remarked that the women were often like the Muses from mythology; few things could be done to appease them. Heath had laughed at the remark, but deep in his heart, he knew Marty made a valid point. The two were now standing outside of their last target, Fiore’s Silkshop, to get fitted for their tuxedos.

Heath sighed as he looked into the shop window, catching his reflection on the small pane of glass. Being the perfectionist that he was at events like this, he was examining out his outfit that day; a dark-green hoody and whitewashed jeans. He had styled his blonde hair in a ponytail, making note to allow some of his hair to cascade over his big eyes. He bent over to tie his boots when he realized that something had smacked his ass. Or, rather SOMEONE had smacked his ass. He turned to see a grinning Marty-Stu with his hand backing away from Heath’s read-end.

“You dumbass!” Heath growled as he stood straight up. Marty laughed, putting an arm around Heath.
“Now, now He-kun. Without the girls hovering over us to make sure that we’re following their stupid appeasement, we can act anyway we want.” Marty purred in Heath’s piggy ear. Heath simply cuffed him over the head.
“They still have us on surveillance, Marty,” he deadpanned, indicating his wristwatch. Let’s just get this over with, okay?” Heath said as he raced inside the tiny shop. The Saiyan grabbed his arm, and pulled him closer.
“Why are you acting so damn uppity? “ Marty demanded, tightening his grip on Heath’s arm.
“Marty…you’re hurting me…” Heath whispered. The other did not flinch at this statement.
“Look, Heath…about last night—“Marty began.
“…No, Marty. Let me go. We have to get fitted for our tuxedos, okay.” Heath groaned and stormed off in the store. Marty followed suit, taking in the scenery of the small dress shop. He HATED dress shops. Marty always preferred casual dress to the more “fancier” materials he was forced to wear. Even now, he was dressed in one of his favorite casual outfits, a tight red tank-top and cargo pants. He allowed his tail to hang out from the back of the pants. He too had pulled back his hair into a ponytail.

“Ah! You must Guava Peking-Sauce and Heath the Hog, my 2:45,” exclaimed an androgynous man wearing a pleated shirt, black slacks and a black overcoat over his outfit. Marty shot the human a death glare for referring to his Saiyan name without consent, but Heath got him to stop.
“Yes, yes we are.” Heath happily exclaimed.
“I’m Reye Lenox, your tailor. This handsome fella must be the lucky man! Your fiancée, Ms. Gippal-Tremashe, insisted that I’d make the perfect tuxedos for her wedding! The tuxes are to DIE for! You’ll have to wait to see the wedding gown! It’s being flown in from Japan!” The man said, being as histrionic as possible.
“JAPAN?!” The boys cried, falling over with surprise.
“Yes, I was told that you two were paying for the altercations.” The now-confused human man simply stated.
“Yeah, yeah, we are.” Marty snorted, putting in his holier-than-thou face.
“How much will it be?” Heath asked, whipping out his all-holy credit card of Unlimited Purchase. (Hey, it’s fanfiction, Get used to it.)
“The total cost will be 17,995 gil, after taxes and grooming expenses.” Reye, stated, ushering them into his waiting/consultation room.
The boys groaned to themselves, cursing the promises they had made earlier that day.

After the tailor shuttled off to retrieve the tuxedos, he left the boys alone in the consultation room, warning them not to ruin the silk fabric he had laying out. Heath, who was seated on the couch, simply stared at the floor. Marty wasted no time in stripping down to his underwear for trying on his tux; or so he told the tailor. The pig-boy’s attention turned to his friend, who was in the process of removing his underwear as well. Marty never took his eyes off him.

Heath oinked bloody murder. Yes, oinked.

Reye came rushing in, and Marty didn’t get a chance to pull a Full Monty. Heath was hyperventilating for dear life. Reye rushed to his side.
“Easy, Mr. Hog…what happened?” Reye asked, calming him down. Marty was furious that his little strip-show had been thwarted by the tailor’s presence. He secretly swore to have Heath to himself by the end of the day.
“I’m…I’m fine, uh…” Heath blushed, as he stared at the androgynous young man. Reye returned his blush with a smile.
“It’s okay; it’s Lenox. You can call me Reye, though. Wow, I don’t mean to be forward, but you’re really cute when you blush like that, Mr. Hog.”

Marty was furious, clenching his fists in an attempt to control his Saiyan urge to breath their tailor into a bloody pulp.

“Thank you, I suppose. It’s just that—“
“You really hate anything dressy and you fell like your manhood is being held captive by the women in your life and you really don’t want to be here.” Reye summed it for him, sitting beside the pig-boy.
“You must get those customers a lot.” Heath remarked.
“You have NO idea.” Reye laughed
“Can we try on these damn penguin suits before I shred some cotton vests?” Marty snapped, glaring at the two on the couch. Reye was unfazed by Marty’s anger and state of undress, whereas Heath was frightened for his life for both.
“Maybe if you ASKED a little nicer, then I’ll make this visit less harrowing for you, Mr. Peking-Sauce.” Reye snickered.
With a growl, Marty politely asked him, and Reye complied.

To their surprise, Reye’s altercations managed to bring out all their best qualities, fitting their bodies oh-so perfectly. Heath fell in love wit the suit. Marty was indifferent, leering at the tailor and the object of his affections. Heath was flirting with Reye, and it pissed Marty off to no end, not to mention it made him hornier just watching Heath spin around in the tuxedo.

After they were back in their regular clothes and finishing up the last of the KoDraCan Women’s demands, Reye gave Heath a slip of paper.
“Heath, I know you have a girlfriend, seeing a cute guy like you, but if you ever need someone to talk to, you know how to reach me.” During his time, Marty was experiencing the warp portal of despair.
“I’ll keep it close, Reye. Thank you for everything.” Heath smiled.
“Marty, I wish you luck with you wedding.” Reye smiled.
“Thanks.” Marty said through gritted teeth as they left. The whole walk home was in total, awkward silence.

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Heath was humming a happy tune at her was getting ready for the dinner date with the girls that evening, despite the two-hour walk back to the warehouse. He was just about to put his tie on when he hear someone knocking on the door to his room. Placing the tie on the bed, he opened the door on the third knock, thinking it was his beloved Porker-Ella.

The wind was knocked out of him as he was pushed onto the bed and pinned beneath both Marty’s strong body and feral eyes. Heath was too scared to say a word.
“Aw, poor, poor He-kun…you’ve been a naughty, horny little piggy.” Marty purred, leaning in for a kiss. Heath turned his head, so that Marty only kissed his cheek.
“…We’re just friends, Guava.” Heath breathed.
“Who; that flirtatious jackass or me, He-kun?”
“He has a name, Guava. You know, I wouldn’t have flirted with him if you hadn’t tried to strip in the store!” Heath growled.
“That’s still no excuse. You’re mine, He-kun. “
“Guava—“
“I’ll make it so that your body only responds to me, He-kun.” Marty warned him, getting off him, “You’ll beg me to make you mine, I’ll see to that.”
“You’re being creepy, Marty.” Heath said, sitting up as Marty stalked off out of the room.
“…I don’t mean to, Heath. I’m sorry.” Marty whispered as he returned to his room. He was stopped in his tracks by a hand on his wrists. He turned to face Heath’s teary eyes.
“…Look, I’m scared, Marty. I...I can’t help feeling the way I feel about you. I’ve never been like this for anyone, not even P-chan. Marty, I want this, but not if it hurts P-chan.
Haven’t you thought about what our relationship would do to Mary?! I know you still love her and—“
“I know.” Marty simply said.
Heath was horrified “What?! Then why are you ruining her life with me?!”
“Because, I realized that you’re the one for me.” Marty said, pulling Heath into a kiss. Heath resisted slightly, but gave in, longing for Marty’s mouth over him. The kiss was passionate, neither one taking their eyes off the other. When they broke apart, Moria was calling for them to get downstairs. Heath went out first, tie in hand, as Marty followed suit.

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Dinner went well, concerning the unusual circumstances. They were laughing, singing, dancing and plenty of eating. After the dinner, however, Moria, who was behind the wheel, dropped the boys off at the warehouse and drove off, burning rubber to their bachelorette party.
“Well, what do we do for entertainment?” Heath asked as they walked in the house.
“Each other.” Marty answered.
“Seriously Marty, is fighting, food and sex all you think about?” Heath asked in disbelief as he walked up to his room. Marty laughed at the question responding with a resounding “yes”. Heath slammed the door to his room once he was safely in it. Marty shrugged and followed suit, breaking into Heath’s room as he was undressing.
“MARTY!” Heath screamed covering his boxers as Marty strolled in the room.
“What?” Marty asked, taking a seat on the bed.
“Get out; I’m changing!” Heath demanded, pointing towards the door.
“No.” Marty replied, grinning at the lovely tent forming in Heath’s boxers. The pig-boy quickly realized where Marty’s line of sight was. He covered his erection as quickly as he could. It was too late. Marty made a move, pinning Heath to the floor and blanketing him with a flurry of smooches and wandering hands. Heath didn’t bother resisting, allowing Marty to touch him. He needed it, he craved Marty’s hands over his shaft, he dreamt of his lips blanketing over his chest.

The Sayian was apprehensive about Heath’s reactions, and decided to go further with his make-out section with Heath. He used his beautiful black tail to relive Heath of his boxers and had the poor pig-boy on his stomach. Marty wrapped a few fingers around Heath’s curly tail before sliding one in Heath’s shapely rear end. The latter oinked in discomfort and promptly elbowed him off.

“What are you doing?!” Heath demanded, filling around for his underwear.
“What you think?” Marty snickered, sitting on the floor with his legs open.
“No, Guava, I TOLD you; no JOBS of any sort!” Heath growled as he finally found his boxers. Before he could even put them on, they were engulfed in flames. Heath scrambled away from the spectacle. He turned towards Marty with fear in his eyes. The Sayian’s eyes were filled with something that was far beyond lust.
“You’ve completely lost your freaking mind, you prick.” Heath whispered, never once leaving the corner he was in. Marty simply laughed and crawled over to where Heath was, filling the pig-boy with fear. He paused right in Heath’s face.
“He-kun, you have two options. One, you could resist me and eventually I would have to force myself on you until you submitted to me. Two, you can get that stick out your ass and stop hiding behind the girls and give in to the madness. Look, it’s not easy for me, okay? I want you…I’ve always wanted you. Those women, they don’t get us, like we get each other…they don’t understand, Heath. You know it; I know it and everyone can kiss our asses if they don’t like it. Look at me, He-kun. Poker-Ella...Mimi…even Mary…they can’t love us the way we want to be loved.”

Heath knew that looking into Marty’s eyes was a lost cause, because when he did, he gave himself fully into the madness at last. He wrapped his arms around Marty and kissed him. Marty continued to kiss him as he gathered Heath up in a bundle and placed him in the bed, lying down with him. Heath broke their kiss.

“Just hold me, Marty-saru.” He pleaded, conveniently forgetting that he was naked.
“…Okay.” Marty whispered. He embraced Heath, falling asleep at his side

They didn’t move from that position all night


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Kozue: …I did it. I didn’t make it a lemon!

What the hell was that?! I thought you were gonna make this thing a lemon!

Kozue: Aw, shove it, ya horny broad. I’ve have a shitty day.

Hey, She-who-can’t-get-any, you asked me to do the narration for this fic! You even asked me to keep the other OC’s in line!

Kozue: ….Alright, alright! I’ll owe up to it.

I thought so!

Kozue: …I hate my mind. (Headdesk)

I hate being IN your mind when you’re not being pervy.

Kozue: (Throws an Oreo at Anon-chan, warding her off)