Pretty Baby: Dr. Seuss Interlude 2
Animal Crackers
Angyl and Rina
Disclaimers:
No, we do not own Mac and Vic
Alliance does, which makes us sick.
So we will grab them and go play,
But keep in mind, it's not for pay!
The party on the private tour boat was in full swing, everyone dressed up
in their costumes and looking as resplendent peacocks - literally. Vic
wasn't sure who'd thought up the theme of this party, but dammit they should
be shot. Who ever heard of an Animal costume party - on a Harbor cruise no
less. Sighing, the ex-cop raised a fin to his ear to check in with his
partner - the goat.
"Mac, how's the CEO doing? Still shaking his tail feathers on the
dance floor?" Vic asked Mac over their radio head sets as he watched
the CEO's wife - the female peacock - on the lower deck while she gossiped
with her cronies. He felt, no pun intended, like a fish out of water.
Staring morosely down at the Sturgeon costume he sported, he wondered again
for the hundredth time just what they'd done this time to piss the dragon
lady off.
Who'd have thought that the rich were this idle that they needed to have
stupid parties on boats just to get their jollies. Vic didn't care if all
the money raised from the blue plate, blue blood event went to save the rain
forest - he did not want to be in a fish costume!!! And pulling
security for the event - it was his worst nightmare. Costumes, masks,
catering staff etc. Vic had heaved a sigh of relief when they'd finally
shoved off. At least there was no way for a baddie to get to close to them
without someone noticing while they were sailing around the Toronto Islands.
By rocket launcher perhaps, but that was it.
"God Mac, kill me now - she's talking conga lines and party
games!" he whined softly, wanting to go home, burn the costume, and
cuddle with his lover slash partner.
"Hey, could be worse, you could be down here with the menagerie
listening to Pat Boone,' Mac shuddered, resisting the urge to scratch at the
tiny horns glued to his forehead. The Director had really gotten them on
this one; wearing wooly pants with fake hooves and a little tail while going
bare chested on a boat full of slightly inebriated people was not something
he wanted to repeat. If one more person yanked on his tail or asked if he
was horny...
Mac sighed, knowing Vic could hear the exhalation and hoping his partner
missed the yelp when he was goosed once again - by a goose. "Damn horns
had better come off," he muttered. "If she used SuperGlue..."
"How much longer does this thing go on?" he griped, maneuvering
around the edge of the dance floor, attempting to keep an eye on the
gyrating CEO they were assigned to watch. "I want to get our of this
thing, get out of here and get on you - in whatever order necessary."
"At least you don't have people wanting to 'spawn' with you,"
Vic grimaced as the iridescent lycra of his bodysuit rode up. He'd been
informed that he either had to go commando or where a pouch otherwise the
line of his costume would be ruined. And then had been informed that the
pouch was out because she'd changed her mind. He had a fin in the center of
his back, and gills painted on his neck to blend in with the mask and all in
all he felt even more naked then he would have if he'd been naked.
Keeping his back to the railing Vic effectively steered off another
advance - this time by a ... mongoose? And thought he was safe until the
CEO's wife came up and pulled him into the conga line - right in front of
her so she could play with his dorsal fin.
"Help!" he muttered desperately into the head set.
Vic closed the door to one of the yacht's two bedrooms and breathed a
sigh of relief. Alone at last. Thank god that there were 4 separate teams
working, or he'd have been stuck in that conga line forever. As it was his
relief arrived just in time to watch Vic yelp as a hand dipped a little too
low on his waist and Vic dance his way out of the lineup, only to shove said
hapless replacement (a chicken) in as a substitute. Vic had then bolted
below deck, needing to hide out long enough to not pull out the gun hidden
behind a fin and start shooting.
Locking the door, Vic padded to the washroom and groaned as he realized
he'd have to fight his way out of his bodysuit. Trying time and again to get
to the zipper he was about ready to rip the thing off when a soft chuckle
sounded behind him. Whirling around he saw his 'horny' partner standing in
the doorway, a lock pick being idly twirled between Mac's fingers.
"Did you lock the door again, at least?"
"Now what do you think?" Mac chuckled, tossing the slim metal
tool onto the desk near the door, then following it with his gun.
Ambling over to his partner, Mac gave the older man a thorough once over
with his eyes, then smirked. "Thought you might be having a little
trouble in here and figured I could help. Daddy Warbucks is safe at the bar
with Jacks watching over him so I high-tailed it out of there while I
could."
Turning Victor around so that he could reach the zipper on the older
man's costume, Mac relieved him of his gun, then began to slide the metal
tap downward, exposing Vic's tanned back. After rubbing up against his lover
so that Vic could feel his approval, Mac laughed huskily.
"Hey baby, I'm feeling a little horny. Wanna spawn?" he asked,
ducking when Vic rounded on him, then falling back onto the bed, roaring
with laughter.
Shaking his head in mock disgust, Vic left his laughing hyena of a
partner on the bed to go take care of his more basic needs - which included
getting out of that damned lycra and letting his body breathe again.
Groaning softly he gently pounded his head against the bulkhead, wondering
just what he'd ever done to deserve this torture... he couldn't remember
insulting the Director of late, Dobie and he steered clear of each other...
nothing made sense.
It was only when Mac started making randy baa-ing noises from the bedroom
that he finally managed to see the humor in it. Those damned goat legs made
Mac look more like a horny satyr than a goat. At least the Director was kind
enough not to give him teats.
Strolling back outside to the bedroom, his fish costume hanging around
his waist, Vic appraised his lover carefully then chuckled. "Okay, goat
boy if you wanna 'spawn' assume the position. After all - you're the
creature known for doing it while on all fours."
Mac managed to lift his head up from the bedspread at Vic's comment
though his eyes were bright with tears of laughter and his arms were wrapped
around his stomach. "Hey, wait a minute..." he gasped, "last
time I checked I was a male of the species and that means you're on the
bottom, fish-face!"
Seeing Vic's scowl, Mac chuckled and shrugged. "Or not."
Flipping over, he pushed up to his hands and knees, twitching his ass to
make the little tail flip in the air. "Come on daa-dy, show me who's
the king salmon here," he teased, waggling his eyebrows at the older
man.
Vic groaned at the second volley of bad puns coming from the younger man
then grinned at the absurdity of the situation, Mac's position and that
damnable twitching tail. The grin turned into a smirk as Mac waggled his
hips once more, his tiny horns bobbing on his forehead due to waggling
eyebrows and the flipping tail.
A gruff chuckle escaped, even as he tried to smother it. The chuckle
became a laugh and the laugh an out and out side splitter. "You...
those horns... tail!" he managed to gasp out collapsing onto the bed
next to Mac who was now staring at him as if he'd lost his marbles. It was
just too cute, Mac was just too cute in his horny little satyr's outfit.
"C'mon, Flipper," Mac whined, taking advantage of his lover's
incapacitated state to pounce him and rub their bare chests together.
"You gonna do something about this or do I need to go look up Little Bo
Peep out there?
Vic suddenly rolled them both over so that he was on top. "You go
looking for Little Bo Peep and she's gonna be fishfood, goatboy!" he
growled softly before taking his lover's mouth in a possessive kiss.
"You're mine from the tips of those teensie little horns to your
cloven toes and everything in between. Got it?" he continued as he came
up for air, his fingers woven tightly through Mac's mussed hair.
"All mine," he continued as he began to trail his mouth down
the younger man's neck with a butterfly soft caress. Moving further, he
laved Mac's collarbone, before meandering down the dusky brown buttons
partially hidden beneath browns silken curls. Nosing his way through the
mass, Vic petted his cheek against the rough velvet feel of it, blowing on
first one then the other damp nipple, grinning as they peaked and Mac
moaned.
"Still wanna go looking for the bimbo?" he raised himself off
of Mac so that he was on all fours above the younger man, holding him steady
by pressure to Mac's thighs and the fingers still imbedded in Mac's curls.
Vic chuckled softly as his lover moaned at the loss of contact and tried to
wiggle closer. "Or would you rather kiss a fish?"
"Would rather fuck a fish," Mac muttered. A notion stuck him
then, and he tilted his head to the side, looking up at Victor, his
expression thoughtful. "How do fish fuck anyway? It's not like there's
anything hanging out anywhere."
He wiggled a bit against the pressure of the older man's arms and legs,
then raked a hand down Vic's chest to his lycra clad crotch. "Or do I
have to skin you the rest of the way to find out?"
Letting the younger man go, Vic grinned. "Oh I'd say you had to skin
me, baaaaaby," the older man sniggered as he leaned back on his
haunches and out of Mac's considerable reach.
Rolling to the left, Vic kept his legs tight around Mac and brought the
younger man to rest on top of him. "So peel that skin off babe, and
then we'll see who fucks who," Vic purred even as his hands dove into
the hairy goat legs and found the side zips and hooks and eyes. They needed
to be naked now!
"Mmm, sushi!" Mac grinned, wiggling out of his costume as he
yanked the stretchy material off Vic's hips and down his legs. "No
tentacles, though," he added with a pout. "Well, maybe
one..."
Kicking out of his furry leggings, the ex-thief slithered down the bed,
using Vic's bodysuit to hold him in place while he inhaled the other man's
cock, teasing the hard shaft with his piercing as he suckled hungrily.
Gasping like. . . a fish out of water Vic lay there with his fingers
clutched in his goat boy's hair. Jeez, Mac. Never knew," the older man
gasped and bucked at a particularly devastating lick, "knew goats
pierced their tongues!"
Letting go of his lover's hair, Vic grabbed Mac's arms and pulled
upwards, dragging his partner up his aroused body and feeling the younger
man's crinkly chest hair caress his sensitized flesh. "You do that and
it's game over baby. Now be a good boy and fuck daaaady dearest!" he
growled softly.
"Aww, little fishy can't taaake it?" Mac bleated, lowering his
head and butting his forehead against Victors with a snicker. "Bet he
can take something else though."
Still smirking, Mac wiggled down enough to close his lips around Vic's
nipple, grumbling a bit over the fact that the ring had been declared a
'no-no' for the evening because of the fit of the costume. "Hmmm, guess
you don't have any cod liver oil on ya, do you?" he asked, one hand
wandering down between Vic's legs and pressing against the sensitive skin
behind his balls. "Otherwise, I'm gonna have to go on a hunt, don't
want my salmon hurt when I skewer him."
"Mac!" Vic bellowed impatiently. "Fuck me already will ya
before people come looking for us."
Instead of letting his lover go in search of lubricant, Vic swung around
on the bed and inhaled Mac's erection, wetting it down liberally with his
saliva even as he exacted some well deserved revenge by teasing his lover
mercilessly with tongue and teeth. The tightening of Mac's fingers in his
hair let Vic know that he'd almost gone too far.
Pulling back with one last kiss to the tip of his goatboy's cock, Vic got
up on all fours and dipped his back so that his ass was on show.
"Mac," he moaned, looking over his shoulder with pleading green
eyes. "Now, please?"
Thank god the cabin they had appropriated was air-conditioned. The feel
of the cold breeze on his now wet erection brought Mac back himself enough
that he was able to think of something other than how good Vic's mouth had
felt around him. Growling low in his throat, not even caring that the noise
had nothing to do with his costume, the teen lunged forward, spreading his
lover's ass-cheeks with his palms, rimming the older man until his was wet
and loose, and begging to be fucked.
"Now, Vice-man," Mac breathed, slicking his cock again, this
time with his own saliva, before pressing the head of his erection against
Vic's ass, then pushing inside, pausing just barely long enough to allow
Victor to get used to him, before beginning to rock his hips hard against
the other man's. His long arms circled Vic's chest, one hand playing with
his nipples, while the other dipped lower to pump his cock in time with
Mac's thrusts. ""Like that, Flipper?" he breathed, nipping at
Vic's ear and neck, loving the familiar feel of being gloved in the older
man's body again.
Vic moaned desperately, too turned on to even care about the really lame
fish jokes. Over and over he thrust back to take his lover inside him.
"God, Mac there, oh Jesus!" Vic yelped as the younger man's cock
rubbed his prostate just right and sent him wailing. His free hand joined
Mac's on his cock and the interlaced fingers milked him sweetly.
"Oh God," the sturgeon whimpered as his balls tightened and his
ass clenched and he came in hot, white spurts onto the much too expensive
bedspread. Trying desperately to remain upright when all he wanted to do was
collapse into the mattress Vic held still, whimpering at the ex-thief's
increased tempo as Mac too sought his release.
Mac's whole body tightened as Vic clenched around him, and he closed his
teeth on the older man's shoulder to avoid howling out his pleasure for the
whole boat to hear. Once the tremors of his climax abated, Mac relaxed his
jaw, licking over the half-moon shaped marks in Vic's skin, then nuzzling
the nape of his neck. "Man, you're one fine piece of tail, you know
that?"
They both started snickering at that and collapsed together on the bed,
arms and legs tangled together until they finally sorted themselves out and
ended up lying curled together. "Guess we'd better get back out
there," Mac sighed, picking up the other agents' voices over their
discarded headsets. "Before they send someone in after us."
"Do we have to?" Vic whined quietly. "I really hate this
stupid costume. I just wanna go home and return the favor by fucking you
senseless."
Mac's throaty chuckle and murmured promise of later had Vic on his feet
and sourly pulling the lycra back on. "I really, really hate
lycra! The person who invented it should be shot," he groused as he
finished dressing.
Pulling Mac close for a quick kiss, then slid on his headset and headed
to the door. "By the way," Vic husked as he slipped outside,
"Flipper's a mammal and eating him in your tuna would be baaad, not
that you'd mind. Goat's eat anything. See you tonight baaaaaby!"
"Vi-ic," Mac wailed, yelping as he tugged at the horns glued to
his forehead. The damn adhesive had set too well, and he couldn't loosen
them. "Help me get these things off!"
Vic, walking out of the bathroom wearing nothing more than a smile,
grinned at his lover. "Problems, babe?" he chuckled as he walked
over to help. After long moments of tugging and prying the older man shook
his head in exasperation. "What the hell did you use, Mac? Crazy
glue?"
The whimpering growl from his lover had Vic placing a quick kiss between
the horns. "Don't worry, baby, we'll figure something out."
Rummaging through the garbage bin he found the box the glue had come in.
Reading the instructions quickly, he bit back a snicker. Oh this was bad.
"Umm, babe? How much of this stuff did you use? And I have bad news
or good news depending on your answer."
"I dunno, I just glopped it on, why?" The last was added
suspiciously and with a great bit of trepidation as Mac moved to look over
Vic's shoulder. "A week?! These fucking things aren't coming off for a
week? No way!"
He yanked at the offending bits of plastic, yelping when that only
managed to pull at his skin as well. Disconsolate, Mac slumped down on the
closed toilet seat, his head in his hands. "No way. I am not going out
of this place until these things come off, got it?"
Vic bit back the grin that threatened to explode into laughter and made
the appropriate cooing agreement noises not wanting to set Mac off on a
rant. Truth be told, Victor found the horns kind of, well, adorable.
"The horns aren't that noticeable Mac, and you could wear a
baseball hat or something - maybe start a new fashion trend. You know you
can't miss a week of school, baby, not with exams so close," Vic tried
to reason sensibly which only elicited a frustrated growl from the younger
man.
"Okay, okay. I'll get the doctors at the agency to come up with an
excuse. I'll even go pick up your assignments and notes if you arrange it
with your classmates to borrow them. Whatever makes your life easier,"
Vic soothed as he backed away quickly. "What ever makes you happy,
babe." Turning quickly, Vic managed to escape into the bedroom before
the absurdity of the situation overtook him once more and he doubled over in
silent laughter. "What would make me happy is to get these damn things
off my head!" Mac yelled toward his partner's back, growling to himself
when the angle of the mirror in the bathroom allowed him to see that Vic was
now laughing his head off. "Fuck you, Mansfield," he grumbled, his
expression collapsing into a forlorn pout at the knowledge that he was stuck
with the damn plastic accessories for the next week. "Better yet, I
won't, that'll teach you." The pout took on a self-satisfied air and
Mac climbed into the shower, bathing quickly, then toweling off before
dressing in a pair of sweat pants. Wandering out of the bedroom, he headed
into the kitchen, grabbing a beer from the fridge and marched into the guest
room, patently ignoring the older man. Knowing full well he was acting like
a brat, he started to boot up the computer, then paused, looking at the list
next to it. Several lines had red checks next to them, and as Mac read down
the questions, he began to grin. "Or, maybe not," he chuckled,
picking up the list and a pen, then sauntering back out into the living
room. "Hey Fish-face, think we managed to get a couple more or these
done tonight." Dropping down into Vic's lap, he poked at the paper,
waiting for the other man to pick up on the hint and look for the ones
they'd done.
Vic took the list from the grinning ex-thief with a great deal of
trepidation. Skimming over the items quickly his trepidation turned into out
right mortification. "Boat. . . Goat... Sturg... JESUS! If I didn't
know that there was no way in hell that woman could know about this
I'd swear. . ." turning to stare at his wickedly grinning lover, Vic
moaned quietly. "She wouldn't, would she?" Mac reached a hand up
and absently scratched at one of his horns, his brow furrowing. "No
way, man," he finally answered. "I mean, how in the hell would she
know about this? I know the place was clean when we got the list and we've
kept it hidden... You don't think...No, no way," he said, shaking his
head, as much to convince himself as his lover.
"Unh-hunh," Vic replied, quirking an eyebrow at the younger
man, not wholly convinced but willing to believe his lover over his own
paranoid mind. "Let's just - leave that for now. So, what's next on the
list?" he asked, nuzzling Mac's neck, his tongue sneaking out to tickle
the flesh underneath it every once and a while. "If we're doing this we
might as well do it right - perfect scores?"
"Oh but Victor," Mac breathed in a high-pitched falsetto,
"every time I score with you, it's perfect." He broke down into
laughter then curling up as much as possible on Vic's lap to avoid the
punishment he knew was coming, then finally dropping to the floor to get
away from the tickling he was getting.
"That mean I get to strap you to a rack next?" he howled,
collapsing onto the floor, unable to move, he was laughing so hard.
Vic rolled his eyes heavenward and prayed for patience. "Somehow,
baby, I think you had the wrong costume on last night. With all that braying
you're doing you should have been a jack ass!"
Mac crossed his eyes and stuck out his tongue at his lover. "My name
ain't Jack, but you can kiss my ass," he shot back; rolling over and
patting the body part in question.
Vic's foot connected with his lover's ass, pushing the younger man
forward and laughing as Mac sprawled on the floor unceremoniously.
"Well gee, I don't know about that Macky boy, wouldn't want to get mad
goat disease or anything!" Mac rolled over and flipped Vic the bird
before pushing up on his elbows. "Ahh, bite me, Mansfield," he
offered, spreading his legs in invitation. "Ain't nothing you'd get
that you haven't had before and you know it."
Vic burst out laughing at the absurdity of their conversation.
"Babe, the number of times I've had you and you've had me, I'd say that
anything we have is communally owned!"
Pouncing on the younger man, the ex-cop proceeded to kiss the smart mouth
of his lover into submission before anything else came out of it. When Mac
was panting for air, the older man grinned down at him. "So, you gonna
talk dirty to me some more?"
Mac rolled over and flipped Vic the bird before pushing up on his elbows.
"Ahh, bite me, Mansfield," he offered, spreading his legs in
invitation. "Ain't nothing you'd get that you haven't had before and
you know it."
Vic burst out laughing at the absurdity of their conversation.
"Babe, the number of times I've had you and you've had me, I'd say that
anything we have is communally owned!"
Pouncing on the younger man, the ex-cop proceeded to kiss the smart mouth
of his lover into submission before anything else came out of it. When Mac
was panting for air, the older man grinned down at him. "So, you gonna
talk dirty to me some more?"
Rubbing his thigh against the older man's growing erection, Mac smirked
and waggled his eyebrows. The snicker that earned him made him roll his eyes
heavenward and he bit at Vic's lower lip in retaliation. "Depends on
what it gets me, Vice-man," he chuckled. "I still wanna see how
fish fuck, think you can manage that or do I need to head to the zoo?"
"Oh I think I can manage that just fine, baby," Vic purred then
groaned as the phone began to ring. "No. No way. She wouldn't dare, not
on the weekend," he cursed softly.
"Oh boys, do stop rolling around on the floor and kindly make your
way to the office, something other than your cocks has come up and needs
immediate attention. Be here in half an hour or I give you to Dobrinsky when
he needs yardwork done."
"AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
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 since 02-04-07
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