Sep 252007
 

Title: Catchy
Characters: Namiashi Raidou, Shiranui Genma
Rating: T
Warnings: Expletives
Notes: For Raidou's 29th birthday, Genma decides to remind Rai what a bastard he can be, at times — but he's a bastard with awesome taste in music.


Raidou looked slightly confused as he looked at the CD in his hands. He'd never heard of the band, and he sort of wondered what in the fuck Genma had been thinking, and if it involved being drunk. "Do I want to know?"

"Aw, man, It's fuckin' hilarious. Like pub punk, but a little less oi. I heard track four and thought of you. Then I heard track seven and thought of Aoba. I think that was around the time I fumbled my drink." Genma grinned. "Put it on, asshole. I got it for your birthday — don't you want to know what made me remember you, oh so fondly?"

"No, actually, the very idea scares the shit out of me, thanks much. I know you too well not to be nervous." Just the same, Raidou stood up, eyeing Genma with unabashed suspicion as he crossed to the stereo. "Am I going to have to hide this from my girlfriend? I mean, seriously, how concerned should I be, here?"

"What, you think so little of my brilliant taste in gifts?" Genma's hands crossed over his heart in a melodramatic display of mock offence.

"Ever since that time back in high school when you made me buy the Twins' their birthday present." Raidou glared as he skipped tracks. "Four, you said?"

"Four. And I had to get you to do it, Rai! Aoba and I weren't old enough to get into the porn store!" Genma protested.

"Any birthday gift that involves a porn store needs to be seriously rethought." Raidou pressed play and leaned on the stereo cabinet, tapping his foot. "Okay, it's catchy, if a little disturbing."

"Hey, they loved that thing. We didn't see them for days after that. And you're already liking this. See, I'm good." Genma glanced around where he sat on the floor, looking for his drink, before he remembered that he'd left it in the kitchen.

The lyrics started and it took Raidou two or three lines to catch them. "It does not shift me it's not the kind of thing that I like / It does not move me it's not the kind of thing that I like." The amused horror spread slowly across his face as the song continued downhill from there. With an outraged gurgle of entertained dismay, he snatched the cushion from the couch and beat Genma across the back of the head with it. "You incredible cocksucking bastard!"

"Every word of it true," Genma proclaimed, grabbing Raidou by the shirt and pants and dragging him to the floor as he rolled deftly out of the way. "You wouldn't love me half as much any other way!"

Raidou grabbed Genma's face, and Genma, predictably, licked his palm. Even after all these years, it was enough to make the older man let go at once. "Augh! Genma!" Raidou wiped his hand on his pants.

"Hey, man, you started it."

"I think you started it. Fucker. I can't believe you, some days. And on my birthday, too, you sorry fuck." Raidou sat up, nursing his wounded pride.

"I am not a sorry fuck. You take that back. I'm a very proud fuck. Nigh unto arrogant in bed, I'm told." Genma looked smug as he propped himself up on his elbow. "And, yes, on your birthday. For your birthday. You have to admit it's catchy as hell."

"One of these years, I'm going to kill you and claim temporary insanity."

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