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Adult ++
Chapters:
6
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3,156
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Whar's the bear?
Holy……Crapola!
I’m so happy I’ve had so many reviews! I feel loved. Writers block is a scary thing, but I’m working hard and trying my best. I figure I’ll tout my computer around while I’m on the go and when I have spare time, I’ll write. I’ve been living out of my room and my boyfriends room for a while now. I Haven’t had much time to write. I am sorry! (Please don’t kill me…)
Anyway, I figure this story needs a dose of my usual insanity and I feel the need to act retarded. I do have to say that one of my more favorite reviewers for this story is an anonymous reviewer called, Small Alien. You always boost my moral and make me smile with your comments. So, I will dedicate this next chapter to you! Thank you for the smiles and the laughs.
Chapter 6- Whar’s the bear?
Sheogorath laughed. Most would say that this was normal. Only this laugh was not the stereotypical laughter that his realm had gotten used to. It was a cold and calculating laughter… Well, as calculating as the God of madness could be.
Haskill stood still while he watched his lord laugh overdramatically by sticking his cane in the air and holding it toward the sky, as if he was laughing in the Sithis’ face. He wasn’t sure what triggered this. He was just coming to tell his master that Lady Syl was afraid that the new “addition” to the household was going to kill her. The addition, being the goat. (That Sheogorath had affectionately named Frank.)
When he approached and called out to his master, he started to laugh manically and here he stood……twenty minutes later…… He was waited patiently for his lord to calm down, but there seemed no end in sight. He hated to interrupt and he knew his lord may be cross with him, but he was starting to get a headache..
“My Lo-”
“What is it Haskill!?” Sheogorath interrupted. “Can’t you see I’m plotting?!”
Haskill blinked. “What are you plotting sir?”
Sheogorath paused. “I’m not plotting anything. You hiding something for me, Haskill?”
“You just said you were plotting and-”
“Your talking’ crazy lad! I don’t plot! Plotting is for plants.”
Haskill resisted the urge to rub his temples. “Whatever you say, sire.”
“Oh! That reminds me Haskill! Have you seen Bal lately? Oh, He’s in such a good mood! It warms my heart ta see my brother so happy!”
“I’m glad for you, sire.”
“Oh, I’m so happy….I could summon Frank.”
Suddenly the goat appears over Haskill’s head and lands on him with a thud. Haskill groaned and Sheogorath did a crazy little jig in joy. Frank began to eat Haskill’s coat.
Sheogorath suddenly stopped dancing and looked completely serious. “Haskill….”
Haskill struggled to get the goat off of himself. “Y-yes, sire?”
“I suddenly have one of those headache’s with pictures……”
“….Do you mean you have an idea sire?”
“That’s it!” Sheogorath smiled and walked past the still struggling Haskill and Frank. “Ta! I’m off to see my brother! Don’t forget to water Frank and feed the plants!”
Haskill sighed and the goat was now trying to eat his pants.
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Molag Bal smiled as he waited for Vivec to finish getting ready. He had no idea why the ex tribunal god cared about what he wore everyday. No matter what it was though, it pleased Molag Bal.
Molag Bal was looking toward the door that Vivec would come out of but he could feel eyes upon him. It was not Boethiah… He was still trying to find his way out of a Mc Nugget avalanche. He realized, a second too late, who was staring at him….
“BAL!!” Sheogorath screamed in Molag Bal’s ear.
Molag Bal’s eye twitched but he held his composer. “What?!”
Sheogorath stared at him for a long time. Molag Bal could have sworn he smelt wood burning as Sheogorath though of a response.
“Uh…… HI!”
“Hi…” Molag Bal answered and turned his attention back to the door.
“Oooooh! Waiting on yer lady!?”
Molag Bal glared. “Shut it.”
“No need to get so anal Bal. That’s what you got Vivec for!”
Molag Bal snorted at that joke’s bad taste. “For Sithis’ sake, Sheo. What do you want?”
“Who said I wanted anything?” he asked innocently.
Molag Bal saw through it. “You always want something.”
“Awwww.” Sheogorath crawled up into the seat with Molag Bal and sat on his lap. “I just wanted to be with my beloved brother Bal.”
Molag Bal stared at him like he was crazy, but then reminded himself that Sheogorath, was indeed, a mentally insane retard. “Sheo…”
“Yes, Bal?”
“Do you remember that talk we once had about personal space?”
“The whole thing about it being called, your ‘Personal space bubble?’”
“That’s right. Guess what?”
“What, Bal?”
Molag Bal sat up suddenly knocking Sheogorath to the floor. “Your invading my personal space bubble. Back off.” then he sat back down and rested his feet up on Sheogorath’s butt.
Vivec came into the main chamber just then. He wore pure white robe that clinged in all the right places. Molag Bal tried not to gape. Vivec approached and crawled up into Molag Bal’s lap.
“Hey!” Sheogorath protested, still in the same position. “He’s invading your personal space bubble!”
Molag Bal kicked him in the tailbone with the heel of his boot. “He can. Not you though.”
Vivec smiled and started to play with Molag Bal’s hair. “Thanks.”
Molag Bal muttered something illegible as his cheeks gained a small red tinge to them. He wasn’t used to this.
“Can I get up now?” He heard Sheogorath ask.
Molag Bal scowled and went back to normal. “And loose my foot rest? If you must!”
Vivec giggled and got more comfortable on Molag Bal’s lap. “You seem to get along well with your brother, love.”
Molag Bal’s eyes widened for a brief moment but he cleared his throat.
Sheogorath smiled and grabbed Molag Bal around the shoulders. “Yes indeed! Bal and I love each other!”
“Stop touching me.” Molag Bal instantly reacted.
“Oh, what you going to do about it, Bal?”
“Take your arm off me, or I’ll break it off.”
Sheogorath let go. “Fair enough!” He paused, then started to balance his cane on his palm. “Bal, I’m bored!”
Molag Bal paused. “well, I’d tell you to go play with yourself but-”
“Silly Bal! I already did that!”
“……Eww.”
“Anyhow, I want to go play more pranks!”
Molag Bal rolled his eyes and wrapped his arms around Vivec’s waist. “Then do it.”
“Do what?” Sheogorath asked.
“….Play pranks on the other Princes.”
“Great idea, Bal! Lets go!” He reached up and grabbed Molag Bal’s arm.
“Wait! No! I want to stay here!” He seriously wanted some alone time with Vivec. He’d never admit that however.
“Ah, come on Bal! Bring yer wife! Come on!” He teleported away, taking Vivec and Molag Bal with him….to the main hall.
Sheogorath forgot to calculate correctly and they were all suspended in air for a brief moment before crashing to the marble floor. Sheogorath landed on his head, Molag Bal landed on his ass, but he caught Vivec in his arms before the beautiful chimer hit the ground.
Molag Bal got up and then placed Vivec on the ground safely. He looked at Sheogorath who was now trying (and failing) to do a handstand. “Dumb ass. Why’d you bring us here?!”
Sheogorath ended up doing a summersault and failing strait on his back. “Where here to tease Malacath!” he spoke very loudly and pointed to the only other figure in the hall besides themselves at the moment.
Malacath looked over, only hearing his name being called and sighed in dejection. “Only his two idiot house-mates and that sugary tart. “What do you want?” he asked storming over and attempting to be intimidating.
Sheogorath stared at Malacath with a blank look before replying. “Wow! Look Bal, It’s Dan Haggerty!”
Malacath raised an eyebrow as did Molag Bal. Vivec just looked confused.
“Who’s Dan Haggerty?” Vivec whispered to Molag Bal.
Molag Bal thought for a moment. “Uh… I keep thinking about this weird show that Sheo made me watch once. I think it’s Grizzly Adams.”
“What are you talking about?!” Malacath replied trying to keep his wits about him. (if he had any.)
Sheogorath ignored him. “Hey Dan! You still got that bear?”
Vivec looked to Molag Bal again for answers. Molag Bal just shook his head. He was just as lost as anyone.
“ARE YOU A RETARD!?” Malacath screamed as he lost his self control.
“Don’t worry Dan. I’m sure he’ll turn up.”
Malacath turned red. Molag Bal knew what was coming and he took Vivec’s hand and led him out of the way.
“SHUT UP!!” He took out a large blade and struck the ground near Sheogorath’s feet. The mad god moved with ease from the path of destruction. Malacath was easy to defeat when you got him angry.
As they watched the battle unfold, Molag Bal felt a warm pressure being applied to his hand. It was only then he realized that he was still holding Vivec’s hand. He instinctively tried to pull his hand away but Vivec held it tight. When Molag Bal looked over, Vivec was smiling at him. He couldn’t help but smile too….When Vivec saw him smile, he blushed a bit and gave his hand a squeeze.
“HOLD STILL, DAMNIT!!”
“WHAR‘S THE BEAR!?”
Molag Bal squeezed his hand back. Things would be fine.
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I hope you enjoyed the chapter. I can’t take credit for the grizzly adams thing though. My friend ZarathePirate came up with that! It was so funny, I had to put it in.
I’m so happy I’ve had so many reviews! I feel loved. Writers block is a scary thing, but I’m working hard and trying my best. I figure I’ll tout my computer around while I’m on the go and when I have spare time, I’ll write. I’ve been living out of my room and my boyfriends room for a while now. I Haven’t had much time to write. I am sorry! (Please don’t kill me…)
Anyway, I figure this story needs a dose of my usual insanity and I feel the need to act retarded. I do have to say that one of my more favorite reviewers for this story is an anonymous reviewer called, Small Alien. You always boost my moral and make me smile with your comments. So, I will dedicate this next chapter to you! Thank you for the smiles and the laughs.
Chapter 6- Whar’s the bear?
Sheogorath laughed. Most would say that this was normal. Only this laugh was not the stereotypical laughter that his realm had gotten used to. It was a cold and calculating laughter… Well, as calculating as the God of madness could be.
Haskill stood still while he watched his lord laugh overdramatically by sticking his cane in the air and holding it toward the sky, as if he was laughing in the Sithis’ face. He wasn’t sure what triggered this. He was just coming to tell his master that Lady Syl was afraid that the new “addition” to the household was going to kill her. The addition, being the goat. (That Sheogorath had affectionately named Frank.)
When he approached and called out to his master, he started to laugh manically and here he stood……twenty minutes later…… He was waited patiently for his lord to calm down, but there seemed no end in sight. He hated to interrupt and he knew his lord may be cross with him, but he was starting to get a headache..
“My Lo-”
“What is it Haskill!?” Sheogorath interrupted. “Can’t you see I’m plotting?!”
Haskill blinked. “What are you plotting sir?”
Sheogorath paused. “I’m not plotting anything. You hiding something for me, Haskill?”
“You just said you were plotting and-”
“Your talking’ crazy lad! I don’t plot! Plotting is for plants.”
Haskill resisted the urge to rub his temples. “Whatever you say, sire.”
“Oh! That reminds me Haskill! Have you seen Bal lately? Oh, He’s in such a good mood! It warms my heart ta see my brother so happy!”
“I’m glad for you, sire.”
“Oh, I’m so happy….I could summon Frank.”
Suddenly the goat appears over Haskill’s head and lands on him with a thud. Haskill groaned and Sheogorath did a crazy little jig in joy. Frank began to eat Haskill’s coat.
Sheogorath suddenly stopped dancing and looked completely serious. “Haskill….”
Haskill struggled to get the goat off of himself. “Y-yes, sire?”
“I suddenly have one of those headache’s with pictures……”
“….Do you mean you have an idea sire?”
“That’s it!” Sheogorath smiled and walked past the still struggling Haskill and Frank. “Ta! I’m off to see my brother! Don’t forget to water Frank and feed the plants!”
Haskill sighed and the goat was now trying to eat his pants.
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Molag Bal smiled as he waited for Vivec to finish getting ready. He had no idea why the ex tribunal god cared about what he wore everyday. No matter what it was though, it pleased Molag Bal.
Molag Bal was looking toward the door that Vivec would come out of but he could feel eyes upon him. It was not Boethiah… He was still trying to find his way out of a Mc Nugget avalanche. He realized, a second too late, who was staring at him….
“BAL!!” Sheogorath screamed in Molag Bal’s ear.
Molag Bal’s eye twitched but he held his composer. “What?!”
Sheogorath stared at him for a long time. Molag Bal could have sworn he smelt wood burning as Sheogorath though of a response.
“Uh…… HI!”
“Hi…” Molag Bal answered and turned his attention back to the door.
“Oooooh! Waiting on yer lady!?”
Molag Bal glared. “Shut it.”
“No need to get so anal Bal. That’s what you got Vivec for!”
Molag Bal snorted at that joke’s bad taste. “For Sithis’ sake, Sheo. What do you want?”
“Who said I wanted anything?” he asked innocently.
Molag Bal saw through it. “You always want something.”
“Awwww.” Sheogorath crawled up into the seat with Molag Bal and sat on his lap. “I just wanted to be with my beloved brother Bal.”
Molag Bal stared at him like he was crazy, but then reminded himself that Sheogorath, was indeed, a mentally insane retard. “Sheo…”
“Yes, Bal?”
“Do you remember that talk we once had about personal space?”
“The whole thing about it being called, your ‘Personal space bubble?’”
“That’s right. Guess what?”
“What, Bal?”
Molag Bal sat up suddenly knocking Sheogorath to the floor. “Your invading my personal space bubble. Back off.” then he sat back down and rested his feet up on Sheogorath’s butt.
Vivec came into the main chamber just then. He wore pure white robe that clinged in all the right places. Molag Bal tried not to gape. Vivec approached and crawled up into Molag Bal’s lap.
“Hey!” Sheogorath protested, still in the same position. “He’s invading your personal space bubble!”
Molag Bal kicked him in the tailbone with the heel of his boot. “He can. Not you though.”
Vivec smiled and started to play with Molag Bal’s hair. “Thanks.”
Molag Bal muttered something illegible as his cheeks gained a small red tinge to them. He wasn’t used to this.
“Can I get up now?” He heard Sheogorath ask.
Molag Bal scowled and went back to normal. “And loose my foot rest? If you must!”
Vivec giggled and got more comfortable on Molag Bal’s lap. “You seem to get along well with your brother, love.”
Molag Bal’s eyes widened for a brief moment but he cleared his throat.
Sheogorath smiled and grabbed Molag Bal around the shoulders. “Yes indeed! Bal and I love each other!”
“Stop touching me.” Molag Bal instantly reacted.
“Oh, what you going to do about it, Bal?”
“Take your arm off me, or I’ll break it off.”
Sheogorath let go. “Fair enough!” He paused, then started to balance his cane on his palm. “Bal, I’m bored!”
Molag Bal paused. “well, I’d tell you to go play with yourself but-”
“Silly Bal! I already did that!”
“……Eww.”
“Anyhow, I want to go play more pranks!”
Molag Bal rolled his eyes and wrapped his arms around Vivec’s waist. “Then do it.”
“Do what?” Sheogorath asked.
“….Play pranks on the other Princes.”
“Great idea, Bal! Lets go!” He reached up and grabbed Molag Bal’s arm.
“Wait! No! I want to stay here!” He seriously wanted some alone time with Vivec. He’d never admit that however.
“Ah, come on Bal! Bring yer wife! Come on!” He teleported away, taking Vivec and Molag Bal with him….to the main hall.
Sheogorath forgot to calculate correctly and they were all suspended in air for a brief moment before crashing to the marble floor. Sheogorath landed on his head, Molag Bal landed on his ass, but he caught Vivec in his arms before the beautiful chimer hit the ground.
Molag Bal got up and then placed Vivec on the ground safely. He looked at Sheogorath who was now trying (and failing) to do a handstand. “Dumb ass. Why’d you bring us here?!”
Sheogorath ended up doing a summersault and failing strait on his back. “Where here to tease Malacath!” he spoke very loudly and pointed to the only other figure in the hall besides themselves at the moment.
Malacath looked over, only hearing his name being called and sighed in dejection. “Only his two idiot house-mates and that sugary tart. “What do you want?” he asked storming over and attempting to be intimidating.
Sheogorath stared at Malacath with a blank look before replying. “Wow! Look Bal, It’s Dan Haggerty!”
Malacath raised an eyebrow as did Molag Bal. Vivec just looked confused.
“Who’s Dan Haggerty?” Vivec whispered to Molag Bal.
Molag Bal thought for a moment. “Uh… I keep thinking about this weird show that Sheo made me watch once. I think it’s Grizzly Adams.”
“What are you talking about?!” Malacath replied trying to keep his wits about him. (if he had any.)
Sheogorath ignored him. “Hey Dan! You still got that bear?”
Vivec looked to Molag Bal again for answers. Molag Bal just shook his head. He was just as lost as anyone.
“ARE YOU A RETARD!?” Malacath screamed as he lost his self control.
“Don’t worry Dan. I’m sure he’ll turn up.”
Malacath turned red. Molag Bal knew what was coming and he took Vivec’s hand and led him out of the way.
“SHUT UP!!” He took out a large blade and struck the ground near Sheogorath’s feet. The mad god moved with ease from the path of destruction. Malacath was easy to defeat when you got him angry.
As they watched the battle unfold, Molag Bal felt a warm pressure being applied to his hand. It was only then he realized that he was still holding Vivec’s hand. He instinctively tried to pull his hand away but Vivec held it tight. When Molag Bal looked over, Vivec was smiling at him. He couldn’t help but smile too….When Vivec saw him smile, he blushed a bit and gave his hand a squeeze.
“HOLD STILL, DAMNIT!!”
“WHAR‘S THE BEAR!?”
Molag Bal squeezed his hand back. Things would be fine.
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I hope you enjoyed the chapter. I can’t take credit for the grizzly adams thing though. My friend ZarathePirate came up with that! It was so funny, I had to put it in.