Flonne + Tron Bonne

Oh I wish I had a title but I don't

"Agh!" screamed Le Ping.

"Agh!" screamed Waya as he scrambled to get off Isumi.

"Oh no," groaned Isumi as he sat up and tried to fix his clothes.

Le Ping ran out into the hallway and shouted, "Yang Hai-saaaan! They were doing it on your bed!"

"Don't tell it to the whole building!" Waya grabbed Le Ping by the back of his shirt and hauled him back into the room.

"Too late," sighed Isumi.

A moment later Yang Hai's head peeked through the doorway. "I heard you from all the way down the hall."

"Yang Hai-san! Yang Hai-san!" Le Ping was bouncing all over the place like a monkey on steroids. "They were doing it on your bed."

"Shut up! We were not doing it on his bed," said Waya.

"Fine, you were doing it on the other bed."

"You have no proof," retorted Waya, crossing his arms in front of him.

"You have no proof you didn't," countered Le Ping, likewise crossing his arms.

"You calling me a liar?"

"Yes!"

"You're the one who's lying!" Waya loomed menacingly over Le Ping.

"Liar liar liar!" Le Ping climbed up on Yang Hai's bed so he could match Waya's height. They stared each other down with identical glares.

"It's so much worse when there are two of them," Isumi said apologetically.

Yang Hai did not look amused. "Look, I don't care what you two get up to on the spare bed, just leave my bed alone. And lock the door for chrissakes."

He almost, but not quite, slammed the door on his way out.

Isumi and Waya looked at each other.

"We're such bad guests," said Isumi.

"It's not our fault this pipsqueak is a peeping tom."

"I can't believe he didn't yell at you!" yelled Le Ping. "And I'm not a peeping tom, I'm Le Ping!"

Waya tried to grab Le Ping by the shirt again but the smaller boy was too fast.

"Isumi-kun!" he cried, latching onto Isumi's leg. "What do you need this fake for? You have me!"

"Um..."

"He doesn't want jailbait," Waya snapped, finally managing to get a hold of Le Ping. "Now get out!"

"Waaah!" wailed Le Ping as he was dragged across the room. "Save me, Isumi-kun!"

"I'm sorry, Le Ping, I'll play with you another time." Isumi looked away as Waya opened the door, shoved Le Ping out, slammed it shut and turned the lock.

"I'll win next time," came Le Ping's muffled voice through the door. 

Isumi clapped his hand over Waya's mouth to prevent him from responding. After a few seconds, they heard Le Ping's light footsteps padding away down the hallway Isumi gave an audible sigh of relief and took his hand off Waya's mouth. 

Waya immediately put his arms around Isumi's shoulders.

"You're still in the mood after all that?"

"Especially after all that," growled Waya, pushing Isumi onto Yang Hai's bed.

Isumi yelped a little. "Shouldn't we use the other bed?"

"There is no way in hell I'm moving now. And by the way, you are not going to 'play' with that brat next time."

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"We'll see about that," muttered Le Ping.

Yang Hai pressed his ear a little closer against the door. "Shush."

"I told you they were doing it on your bed. Now pay up!"

"Yeah, okay, you'll get your money. Now shut up so I can listen."

Le Ping looked like he was about to say something unflattering about Yang Hai's mother, but instead he, too, pressed his ear against the door.

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