a random Nanu X Guzma fanfic

by EelGoo

The door loudly slammed shut and standing on the blue doormat was the hulking frame that Nanu immediately recognized. Guzma was hunched over, as usual, his frame still quite larger than the dated doorframes he finds himself walking into at the mansion. The door at the police station was much taller and more accommodating, but Guzma kept his habitual stance as he stood, his clothes drenched in cold rainwater from the walk.

Nanu took his time to look at the sopping wet beast in his station. He admired the definition of the muscles that peeked through the wet fabric sticking to Guzma's legs. Nanu could tell that squats certainly made an impact on his overall physique, and the sight made Nanu recall a particular evening those thighs were wrapping around him by the waist in a physical attempt to communicate the desire and necessity for that evening's activities to continue. He smirked at the memory and knew tonight was hopefully going to have another happy ending for the both of them, or at least just him.

"So, you gonna just stand there or what?" Guzma broke the silence, copping a typical attitude as per the usual.

"Don't be so rude, and quit slouching," Nanu replied, his eyes still glued to Guzma's legs.

"You're not one to talk about bad posture, Gramps."

"Well, maybe you could listen for once, so your back doesn't turn out like mine," Nanu said, still looking down at Guzma's freakish legs.

"C'mon man, we had this conversation last time, can you hurry it up, man? I ain't got all day, yo."

Nanu finally broke concentration on Guzma's legs and made eye contact with him. Guzma looked completely ruined, his face contorted into a harsh scowl, his arms crossed, and his whole body clenched down to perhaps counteract his uncontrollable shivering. Nanu's smirk was gone, and he almost felt a look of worry creep onto his face, but kept it hidden while face to face with Guzma.

"What'd you call me over for anyway?" Guzma asked, his eyes darting away from Nanu and towards one of the empty food bowls on the floor.

Nanu regained full composure and put back on an impassive expression. "You know why you're here, don't you, kid."

"Hmmph," Guzma wasn't going to answer.

"Heh, cat got your tongue, boy? That's fine, you don't have to answer." Nanu smirked once again. Guzma may always feign ignorance, but they both knew very well what was going to happen. A flush of pink started to stain Guzma's cheeks. He was too embarrassed to say upfront what he wanted but knew Nanu was prepared to give it to him. "Your clothes are wet. Take 'em off, you'll catch a cold."

"Ugh, fine," Guzma replied.

He hesitated at first, but then conceded and started to strip. He started by tossing his sunglasses and chains onto the nearby chair, and then proceeded to take off the rest of his clothes. His face was flushing, and there was no way to stop it. He thought Nanu was so stupid, treating him like a child, but knew he probably would catch a cold if he didn't listen. Stupid Nanu. Why would he care about what happens to me? Guzma's head swirled with thoughts of Nanu as he finally shed the last of his outerwear, and was now reduced to wearing only his boxer shorts.

There was a brief silence after the last of the clothes hit the floor, which was then broken by a chuckle coming from across the room.

"Heh, cute shorts," Nanu said with a smirk. He was watching the flustered Team Skull Boss the whole time, and decided to remind him he had an audience.

Guzma snapped out of his thoughts, quickly looked up to meet Nanu's eyes, then looked back down again at his boxers.

He was absolutely mortified. He forgot what exactly he was wearing.

He was wearing a pair of boxer shorts Plumeria gifted him for his birthday. They were white, and very short, exposing his white, bare thighs. There were little pictures of Cutieflies dotted all over them.  They all bore sparkling eyes and cutesy smiling faces. The first thought upon seeing them would make you believe the shorts were meant for girls, but they wouldn't have fit so comfortably, nor would they have been so "accommodating" for Guzma, if they were. And if they were meant for girls, they wouldn't have the words "FAIRY BOY" wrapping around the waistband that clung to Guzma's pelvis.

Guzma felt a deep rage building inside. He was so pissed. His face was beet red and his chest was all hot. At this moment, Plums was dead to him. Fuck her. She gave Nanu the emotional ammunition to shatter him, and for that Guzma can never forgive her. The humiliation had already begun, and Guzma was still standing on the fucking doormat, Nanu hadn't even moved yet. His anger and frustration was all the better for Nanu, who was still fully clothed, once again staring at Guzma's legs

"Was it laundry day at the mansion, kid?" Nanu smirked, trying to hold back his laughter.

"Shut up."

"Hey now, don't be so hostile, 'Fairy Boy.'" Nanu was absolutely loving this. This pain in the ass kid is getting everything he deserved, he thought. He was getting all worked up thinking about how humiliated Guzma was getting.

"Fuck you, you perv. You think this is funny? I'll beat you down, Gramps."

Guzma was convincing nobody. Instead, his response prompted Nanu to nearly break character. This hulking man was emotionally bare, stripped in front of a police chief who stood a half a foot shorter than him, and he was flushing red all over his face. It was such a funny sight to behold and Nanu loved the privilege of being the man who could cause such a scene.

"Yeah, okay, kid. Let's go to the back by the couch, alright?"

Nanu waved Guzma over to follow him to the back of the station. Despite all the embarrassment, Guzma almost immediately began to follow him. It doesn't matter how flustered he got or how messed up Nanu was with all his kinks, Guzma always listened to Nanu. He wasn't in love, no way, and he knew Nanu didn't feel that way about him. There was just something Nanu understood about him that drove Guzma crazy. He was obsessed with that feeling, that he only ever got from visiting Nanu.

They reached the back room of the station, Guzma sat down on the couch, and Nanu shut the door.

Their night was about to finally get started.