Scent ☆ Software

Character/Pairing: Firefox, Macintosh, Firefox/Macintosh with implied Microsoft/Mac
Prompt:
Date Written: 29/06/2011

“Please?”

“No.”

“Please?”

“No.”

“…..Pretty please?”

“Firefox, shut up! I’m trying to work on this proposal!”

Pursing his lips, the university student rolled back to lay on the couch, a noise of discontent. “Wahh, Mac doesn’t like me anymoreeee~”

Placing his head in his hands, Mac sat at his kitchen table, papers spread and piled in every direction around him. A laptop was popped open before him and
until seconds ago, he had been typing away furiously. Now he seemed to be trying to calm himself down.

“Why are you even here right now?” He finally sighed. “You know I have work. Do you not have more available prospects to bother?”

“I’ve already bugged them.”

“And?”

“They didn’t want me anymore.”

“And you thought I would?”

“No…… but I happen to know you leave your front door unlocked.” Tilting his head, he glanced over at him. “You’re gonna get robbed one of these days, ya
know?”

“I reside in a good community who keeps close tabs on the neighborhood activities. I don’t need to lock anything.”

Firefox chuckled. “Trusting attitude for a business man~”

“No. I’m just not an idiot.” Rubbing a hand across his forehead, Mac exhaled loudly.

Hopping up from the couch, Firefox swayed uncharacteristically before moving his way over to Mac.

“…No, Firefox. Not tonight. Go. away.”

As if he didn’t hear him at all, the university student slid his palm across his neck and ducked to place a simple kiss to his ear. Mac flinched, a hand
coming up to press at his chest. “I’m busy.”

“You’re always busy.” He protested, grazing teeth along the shell of his ear.

There was a satisfactory hitch in Mac’s voice. “That’s because I’m a busy person. Now get out!”

“No.” He nudged it with his nose.

“Please.” Mac protested again, near defeat in his voice. “You’re drunk and you smell like Microsoft.”

That stopped him. “Microsoft?”

Mac’s entire body tensed. If he had wanted to try covering up that slip up, the sudden flush to his ears wouldn’t let him. He pushed at Firefox’ chest again;
harder this time.

He grabbed at his wrist, smirk plain as it always was. But this time… this time there was almost something feral about it. “Whoaaa, whoa, you’re not
getting rid of me after that. How do you know what Microsoft smells like?”

“I don’t. I just assumed by they didn’t want me anymore you meant him. He’s a terrible person. I’m sure it would be just in his nature to say
something like that.” But the worry etched into his bright blue eyes that was struggling to keep away from his expression put that up for speculation.

And drunk or not, Firefox was not letting that one go without a fight. “I won’t deny that I was with Microsoft before coming here or that we got drunk or
that we fucked for an hour or so.” The blunt honesty in his words causes Mac’s flush to descend and the poor boy looked almost ready to cry from embarrassment. Reaching down, Firefox grabbed hold of the chair and twisted it with ease so that Mac was now trapped in his own seat and forced to face him. “But what I want to know is how you could have possibly guessed that… from my smell.”

Dangerous, dangerous…

“It is not what you thin–“

“What am I thinking?”

Mac didn’t like his smirk. Mac didn’t like his smirk at all. He looked like if he said one wrong thing, he was going to swallow him whole.

Dangerous…. dangerous…

“……………..I-It was at a conference.”

“A conference, huh?”

And finally Mac couldn’t take the condensation in his voice anymore. His head snapped up, scowling him and it would have looked like his regular,
business-like expression had there not been the heavy red tint adorning his skin. “Yes. A conference. Top companies gathered to discuss public relations and
trade bad marketing tips in hopes that the other companies would take them and slip up and he happened to also be there and I may have happened to
physically run into him and maybe for a split second my mind wandered and maybe biology is against me and I still remember it and may–“

A kiss. It was a firm, dominating kiss that cut off his erratic ramblings. The hand on his chest gripped at the hoodie, mind a bit washed over with the long
winded confession. Mac was still busy trying to catch his breath while Firefox was much too busy trying to make sure he never did.

And there it was. His scent. Mac’s nerves caught fire, hands suddenly pulling at the sweater with need, back arching to meet the kiss.

Firefox laughed into it, pressing further life into the action. It was clear where this was now going. Hands on his hips, Firefox lifted the man to his feet
and pulled him close, all the while never fully breaking that kiss.

“You know, I am going to give you exactly what you want.” He spoke, hands wandering. His smirk returned. “And if you happen to call out his name, I won’t
mind~”

Mac didn’t reply.

But he eventually did just as Firefox predicted.

He called out the wrong name.

Three times.

FIN ★ ☆ ★ Constructive critique always welcome!

Temptation ☆ Software

Character/Pairing: Firefox, Micorsoft, Microsoft/Firefox
Prompt:
Date Written: 29/06/2011

“W-well yeah but–“

“But what?” Glancing over his shoulder, orange locks falling a bit too long over his square-rimmed glasses, a glimmer of mischief flickered through his blue
eyes. Halting his feet, he spun on his heels and bent at the waist. Poking a finger into the chest of the boy trailing after him, a slight smirk appeared on
his face. “You worry too much.”

A slight pout appeared on his face and Firefox could almost swear he’d never looked so stubborn before. Azure eyes almost scowled him in protest. His arms
adjusted to reposition the pile of heavy university books in his arms, his head flicking back to attempt to get the strands of blond hair stuck behind his
own square-framed glasses out.

No luck.

“I don’t worry! I know from experience. He’s a dick.”

“Ouch. Foul language coming from you, Chrome?” There was mock shame in his voice.

Another scowl. “I can show you real foul language if you want me to.”

Reaching up, Firefox flicked his forehead and Chrome flinched in responds, eyes squinting closed and shoulders tense. “I’m going and that’s that. Besides,
you have our papers to write for tomorrow.”

Reaching forward one more time, Firefox plucked the hair from his rainbow coloured glasses and tucked it behind his ear. The gesture had Chrome’s face light
up, eyes immediately going downcast. “Tell you what.” Firefox started, tilting his head down until he could almost catch Chrome’s gaze. “If when I get back
and you have everything done, I’ll give you a treat.”

Now that caught his attention. Though his face grew a bit darker. “….Really?”

“Really.”

“…Are you actually going to keep your word this time?”

Standing up straight, Firefox put up his hands with a laugh. “I’ll admit in the past I have had more pressing matters but this time I will keep my word.
Paper done to a satisfactory grade and a treat will definitely be coming your way.”

Shifting the pile of books again, Chrome finally sighed. “F-Fine. But don’t say I didn’t warn you!”

A wide grin in place, Firefox gave him a quick wave before he started to jog off. Watching him disappear, Chrome took in a sharp breath and added with a
shout. “ORDER SOMETHING REALLY EXPENSIVE!!”


It never ceased to amaze Firefox just how big this place was. Of course, he knew first hand that there wasn’t just one person living here but in all truth,
it was only the one person he honestly gave a damn about.

Powerpoint and Word always asked him far too many questions and they single handedly had to be the two most annoying relatives he had ever had the
displeasure of conversing with. It wasn’t that he disliked them because they had nothing in common. Not at all. It was quite the opposite. They had very
common interests. Namely the head of the household. Which is exactly why they would butt heads so easily. He was the outsider and they were the nosy sisters
who did everything in their power to make sure every visit was one disturbance after another. Then there was that other kid. Firefox hardly saw him though.
He mainly hid out in his room, apparently quite the little nerd. Think his name was Excel or something. Pretty sure it started with an E. At the end of the
day, however, he never seemed to have a problem with Firefox’s presence so as far as he was concerned, the kid was okay in his bookmarks.

As he wandered up the wide driveway, eyes glanced into the garage to notice a vehicle he didn’t recognize but with a very familiar license plate. It wasn’t
out of the ordinary. Every couple of years, the man who drove around with that license plate would dispose of all connection to his old vehicle and go out to
get a brand new one, glimmering with all the latest features and customizations he could manage. Plus, being a working man, Firefox knew that he practically
lived in his damn vehicle so it wasn’t so surprising that he would demand the best of the best. Somehow, he always managed to wreck his old cars.
Firefox would never admit it aloud to him but he was fairly certain that the man simply went out and bought new vehicles because his old ones would become
too expensive to continuously be fixing up.

Running a finger over his lips, blue eyes flickered back to attention as he hopped up the stairs and knocked furiously on the front door. Despite his
annoying rapid and loud knocking, it was at least a couple minutes before the door handle jiggled and was pulled open.

Firefox’s lips curled into a smirk. Hands slipping into the pockets of his hoodie, he let his eyes wander shamelessly over the form of the man standing
before him.

And he wasn’t even looking at him. “You’re late.”

As he stepped away from the door, Firefox let himself in. “Ohh, come on, like you’ve never been late before.”

“I’m never late.” His deep voice protested, fingers currently working to adjust his tie properly. Cut and modeled to perfection, the man sported one of his
usual suits, tailored to fit him and him alone. Long limbed and fucking gorgeous (hey, he was young, his hormones were constantly doing his thinking for him),
Microsoft was all man as far as Firefox was concerned. Dark blue hair was just on the edge between short and shaggy, his bangs teasing his usually hard,
dark grey gaze.

“Firefox.”

The boy snapped out of it. Clearly by the way Microsoft was glaring at him, he’d been caught staring with his mouth open. Again. He just smirked in response.
Microsoft turned his head to ignore him.

Snagging his keys off the side table, he grabbed his suit jacket from the closet and slid it on, keys dangling from his fingers.

“Where are the twins?” His voice sounded laced with uncertainty, well informed at this point of their horrible ability to pop up at the slight mention of them.
Then it was impossible to be rid of them. But the house was oddly quiet…

“School. Like you should be.”

“I was out of high school years ago.”

Only when the last button was done up did Microsoft finally look over at him and for a moment, Firefox froze. Completely. “Did they stop having classes in
university?”

Suddenly life seemed to come back into his bones, smirk widening. Waving a finger at him, Firefox laughed. “You’re funny.”

Microsoft didn’t even smile.

And god Firefox just wanted to jump him right there. Maybe break off a button from that perfectly tailored suit. Put a wrinkle or two into his shirt. Tear a
seam. Break a zipper. Rip–

“Firefox.”

Oops~

“Hmm? Ohh, was I staring again?” A glimmer behind his glasses. “I was just busy picturing how much I want to see that suit a bit covered in dirt~”

Pulling at his sleeve absently, Microsoft adjusted his tie one last time before motioning for the university student to quit his daydreaming and get out of
his house.

Which he did.

With a swagger in his hips.

“Like I would ever allow you to dirty my suit…”

“I know, I know. But a man can imagine–“

“…because I’m not going to be the one with their knees pressed to the floor tonight.”

It was another hour before either of them even thought about their dinner date.

They missed their reservation.

FIN ★ ☆ ★ Constructive critique always welcome!