Faith No More and Mr. Bungle Oneshots

Sick Little Puppy

(Mike×Roddy, Angel Dust era)

Mike's POV

As I walked out of the bathroom, Roddy stood in front of the door, arms crossed. He gave me a disapproving look, which made me feel anxious a little. "Let me see.", he said. I knew what he meant and blushed lightly. I turned around and lifted my shirt, showing him my back. "Jesus- Mike, it looks like someone beat you up there!" he said, coming closer. He touched my upper back, causing me to squirm a bit with the pain. He sighed.

It was deep black and blue bruising from front flipping and landing wrong several times on stage that night. I sighed and let the shirt drop, covering it up. "I'm okay.", I said. "It doesn't hurt." He shook his head, then picked me up. He carried me from the hall to the living room, sitting down with me settling in his lap, looking at him attentively.

"If you keep doing this you're gonna end up really hurting yourself...", Roddy said, rubbing the bruises. "It doesn't hurt... It feels good....", I replied. He sighed and kissed my forehead. "Still.... I don't want you to do that anymore... It's dangerous to do that.... What would you do if you landed on your head instead and got a concussion? Or worse...?" he said. I sighed.

"Fine... I won't do it anymore....", I said. "Promise?" Roddy asked. "I promise.", I replied. I layed my head against his chest, still sitting in his lap. I had just gotten out of the shower and was wearing one of his oversized shirts, nothing on underneath. His favorite combination.

"You like pain a little too much", he said. "Maybe we should just save it for the bedroom, hm?" he continued. I chuckled. "Maybe....", I replied. "'Maybe' my sick little puppy needs to learn how to behave when he's up there in front of the people on the big stage.", he said sternly.

"Oooo, I'm shaking in my big boy shirt! What are you gonna do, daddy? Spank me in front of everyone?" I said in that bratty tone I know he hates. He gave me a stern look. "Maybe I will" he said, "thank you for the idea. Or maybe, I just might bend you over my knee right now for talking back all snooty-tooty.", he continued. I pouted and layed against him again. "That's what I thought. Now hush up and watch your shows. It's almost bedtime and I know you don't wanna miss them.", he said, turning on the tv.  I wasn't tired yet, even after all that had happened that night at the concert.

But somehow I still started to fall asleep. I woke up no less than an hour snuggled under the plush hotel bed covers. He's sitting on the edge of the bed, still watching tv. I feel a little jealous that he's over there paying more attention to the tv then he is to me. I turn onto my back, groaning a little. I groggily start to kick the covers off. "What're you doing over there?" he asks sternly. I groan and sit up, my eyes still mostly shut.

He looks over at me, a stern look on his face. "Somebody looks jealous.", he said. "Mmh.... Can't go sleepies....", I said, tiredly crawling toward him. "Well, why not?" he asked. I flopped onto my side, laying my head in his lap. "Cuz....", I said, grumbling. "Cuz?" he replied. I didn't give an answer. I only nuzzled his stomach. He sighed before he threaded his hand through my hair and gently stroking it. 'Pettins' was what we call that. I nudged his hand. "Silly little pup....", he said. I felt his other hand rest on my hip. I drew my legs a little closer to my body.

I knew he was gonna start playing around. I wanted that. I turned onto my back, looking up at him with heavy lidded eyes, the kind that I'd get whenever I wanted to give him that kind of attention. He'd never notice. I felt the hand that was on my hip rest on my stomach, and his other hand was still in my hair petting me.

He was shirtless, but still had his shorts on. He was looking at the tv, but every so often would look down at me. After a moment I decided to make it more obvious that I wanted to play around a little. I let out a quiet grunt and shifted my hips a little, turning my upper body onto my other side and slightly wrapping my arm around his waist. He looked down at me and smiled a little. I felt his hand shift on my stomach, caressing it a little. I closed my eyes a bit and shifted my legs. "Mmh...", I let out. I think this gave him a bit of a hint, as I felt him slip his hand a little lower down my stomach. I turned my lower body so I was now completely on my side.