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Needy and Piercings for Rivyan 😉❤️ ~ neil-neil-orange-peel

Rebecca, my beloved! <3 I have finally written thee a fic :'D I hope it's ok, lol. I always feel like I have interesting ideas but are just RUBBISH at conveying them or making them sound GOOD! But here goes nothing: I hope I conveyed NEEDY well or…enough! I feel like I didn’t but…I hope you still like it? :’D

I cannot confirm nor deny whether these two are dating in secret or not.

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Vyvyan was mustering up a new concoction for turning people into knife-wielding mass-murdering tossers, but Rick wouldn’t stop bloddy bickering from the sitting room. Vyv’s getting pretty tired of it, and when Rick yells: ‘Thatcher will pay for this!’ Vyvyan can no longer conceal his frustration. He stands up quickly, slams his hands on the kitchen table and spills some teal goop with the force: Mike doesn’t even bother looking up from his Playboy magazine the entire time.

“RICK, if you don’t bloody shut up this instant, I will give you a tongue piercing with a hammer and nails!”

The brunette looks proper terrified by the sheer suddenness of Vyvyan’s blasting voice, but Vyv loves to tease the bugger, so he adds: “With my OWN hands.” And wiggles his fingers about.

Rick tries, but fails to gather up a convincing protest. “Yeh-yeah…wuh-well, I…you! This-”

“I’ll give you a chance then, you poof. If you can remain completely quiet for the next half hour, I won’t give you that piercing.” Vyvyan says surprisingly calm and proudly pulls down on the hem of his denim vest as he sits back down to continue his work.

Rick, of course, fails miserably within 7 minutes.

“Right, that’s it.” Vyvyan spills some other liquids on the table and jumps off the chair, presumably to chase down the lanky kid that just bolted from the sofa.

“Neil, come clean up the mess on the table.” Mike licks his fingers and flips the page of his magazine.

“GET BACK HERE, YOU VIRGIN!” Vyvyan stomps up the stairs and manages to grab at Rick’s blazer when they reach the first floor. He trips the boy and pins him down in front of Neil’s bedroom. “Ah-HA! I’ve got you now, luv.” Vyv’s face is uncomfortably close to Rick’s, so the boy in plaits shakes his head and delivers a chain of ‘Nonononono’s’.

In exchange, Vyvyan offers: “You know, getting a piercing would be a VERY bold statement towards the tories. A rather, Anarchy sort of thing to do.” and he winks down at Rick.

“You…you think so?” Rick’s eyes seem to light up.

“I know so. Why’d you think I got all these?!” He points one finger and twirls it around his face in that animated style of his. Rick doesn’t even take advantage of the loss of grip Vyvyan was placing over his arms; they’ve clearly reached some sort of agreement so there's no point in running away now. Rick wasn’t difficult to convince anyways, now was he?

Rick sits over the toilet (lid closed, of course) as Vyvyan lights a candle under the sewing needle they “borrowed” from Neil. What? He wasn’t actually going to use a rusty nail for piercing Rick’s tongue; Vyv was tempted but…that would only make Rick a lot more flustered. Besides, he just wanted to scare the sodding bastard. A scared Rick was always fun to have around.

And speaking of nagging, Rick doesn’t seem to stop his ruddy moaning and complaining. Vyvyan hasn’t even grabbed the pliers and Rick couldn’t keep his mouth shut.

“Alright, sit still or I’m going to hit the wrong nerve.”

“That only makes me more nerv-wuwz.” Vyvyan grabs Rick’s tongue in between the pliers.

“Don’t move now! I much doubt you’d like to lose that sense of taste!” Vyvyan tries to ignore the yells leaving Rick’s mouth, but is unable to muffle them once the needle goes all the way through that tempting tongue.

“Oh, come off it and don’t be a baby. Tongue piercings are not that painful.” Vyv does his best to align the spare star jewellery with the top of the needle. Once he manages to get the barbell through the piercing, he notices it’s going to end up upside down but…there’s not much he can do about it now, so he screws the star stud on the underside of Rick’s tongue.

“Well, pissy face…I’d say that was a success.” He steps back to look at his handiwork and notices the snot and tears collecting on Rick’s face. “Ahhh…you big baby.” He grabs a towel and hands it to Rick, who is still sticking his tongue out. “Wipe your face and come take a look.” He points at the dirty mirror and Rick obliges.

Once Rick gets up to take a look behind the blurred reflection, he smiles brightly.

“Oh, wah! Eth quai nithe! (Oh, wow! It’s quite nice!)”

Oh god. Vyv already DESPISES the heavier lisp he gave Rick. He didn’t quite think this through. “Oh, buh wei. De thar eth on de wong thide! (Oh, but wait. The star is on the wrong side!)”

“God, Rick. I have no clue what you’re bloody saying!” He wants to chuckle, but he’s also visibly annoyed.

“Whu em I thuppoth tho duh now?! (What am I supposed to do now?!)” Rick starts to freak out and grabs at the sides of his hair. “Em I goin tholk lak dith foefer?! I can’th buhdeef my bo-fwen juth…(Am I going to talk like this forever?! I can’t believe my boyfriend just…)” Rick stops himself at the realisation. “Bo-fwen?”

“Rick…”

“Bo-fwen!” Rick cups his face excitedly. He likes saying ‘Boyfriend’ and how the word sounds in his mouth. He’s said the word countless times before, but this new lisp glosses over the word kind of nicely. “Bo-fwen bo-fwen bo-fwen BO-FWEN!!”

“Shhh! They’re going to hear you downstairs, you blimmin' bastard!” Vyvyan tries to place his hand over Rick’s mouth but the brunette suddenly runs out of the lavatory. Vyvyan almost trips on his way out, but decides this situation is sort of endearing, so he lets it go.

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Rick had pranced and danced around showing off his new piercing to Mike and Neil, who both seemed uninterested and alarmed respectively. He kept telling them how ANARCHIC it was of him to get it, and how he was way cooler than them now. But this morning was different. The swelling on Rick’s tongue started, and Vyvyan tried to muffle the moans from his ruddy boyfriend by placing a pillow over his head.

When Vyvyan finally comes into Rick’s bedroom to shut him up with a hammer, Rick implores and insists that he HAS to be bed ridden for the entirety of his healing process. He can’t possibly be up and about with this “...MONSTROSITY of a tongue! It’s much too painful and I need LOADS of rest to heal well!” but with a lisp.

Vyvyan, of course, only understood 15% of the words that just left Rick’s mouth…and he knew that a swollen tongue did NOT mean his entire body would be in pain. Rick was just being his usual needy self.

“Thoop!”

“What?”

“THOOP!”

“WHAT?!” Vyvyan was just taking the piss. He knew Rick was asking for soup, but he just loved picking on Rick. He loved bothering him the best and just making the boy whine. It can become irritating at times, but Vyvyan would be lying if he said he didn’t want to actually attempt cooking some soup and bringing it up to bed for his stinky Rick. So he gives Rick a gentle kiss on the top of his lip, but then flicks his tongue at Rick’s to make him yell in pain before running out of the room. He just loves his bickering boh-fwen.