The siren wailed and the
Ghostbusters answered the call. Sliding down the fire pole plunged the teams two
scientist, Ray Stantz and Egon Spengler. Abandoning their latest work in the up
stairs lab, where they had been trying to find the specific gravity of
ectoplasm, they raced towards the lockers. There they met up with Winston
Zeddemore and Peter Venkman struggling into their work overalls.
Winston zipped up fast and by
using military acquired stealth and timing slid into the driver's seat of
Ecto-1. He loved the rest of the guys like brothers, but there was no way he was
letting them drive 'his' car this close to the auto show. All it needed was one
careless scratch on her pristine white finish and he would be out of the
running. Well, not again!
Deprived of the driver's
place Ray opted for shotgun instead. Once seated he reached over to play happily
with the controls for the converted hearse's lights and other gadgets. The siren
used to call them from the far corners of the firehouse was turned off and
Janine Melnitz, their Bronx born secretary, handed over the instructions for the
bust to Egon. He thanked her solemnly and she smiled widely back at him before
turning to open the firehouses bay doors.
With a somewhat worried frown
at her departing back the tall physicist folded himself into the rear of Ecto-1,
making room for Peter who came in behind him. Spengler looked the note over, a
tiny smile stealing over his lips, then handed it up to Winston.
Winston read it and gave a
whoop of approval. He started Ecto and peeled out of Ghostbusters Central into
the afternoon glare, smacking Ray's hands away from the button that made the 'eewar
eewar' noise as he did. Ray knew that the bust wasn't serious enough to warrant
the sirens, but the occultist was incorrigible. Janine waved them goodbye from
the curb, Slimer the little green ghost mascot they had adopted bobbing at her
shoulder. The two of them were going to visit a nearby children's hospital later
on, and wouldn't be there when the Ghostbusters got back.
"What have we got?"
Ray asked, sneaking the red light to a faster rotation. Winston shot him a
'look', so he put it back, smiling impishly.
"Chocolate
factory." Winston grinned at him, watching the delight flash over Ray's
face.
"Cool!" he crowed,
glancing excitedly at the other two in the back seat. Peter was smirking and
there was the glow of a happy chocoholic in Egon's eyes - the physicist 'loved'
chocolate. Right now Egon was re-reading the instructions Winston had handed
back, Peter was hanging over his shoulder pretending to read along too. Ray felt
sure that out of his sight Egon and Peter were holding hands. The two had been
trying to act nonchalant about their new relationship, even attempting to hide
it from their friends.
But neither Ray nor Winston
was oblivious to the budding romance, both were watching the physicist and the
psychologist with amusement. They had been able to secretly observed their two
infatuated friends holding hands, checking each other out, kissing and even - on
one memorable occasion - overheard them making love.
Some fairly intense solo
action had been had that night!
However they were still
pretending to be unaware of their friends' feelings for one another. Peter and
Egon were shy about this whole relationship thing, and their friends didn't want
to jinx it. Although just how long he could hold out before giving in to the
need to tease the pair Ray wasn't sure.
The couple thing had startled
both Ray and Winston when they first figured out what was going on, but besides
from worrying about what would happen if things became public, they were cool
with it. Ray had lots of gay friends when he had his little magic bookstore -
the literary industry was full of queens! Winston had come across dedicated
couples in the army, although mostly army relationships had been about sex.
Don't ask, don't tell, and keep all knowledge of fuck buddies to yourself. That
wasn't what Peter and Egon were about though. They had only had sex the once,
and they'd been going out and cuddling and generally been behaving mushy for
months. This was love, pure, purple prose. Ray doubted any candy heart they
might find in the haunted chocolate factory would be as sickeningly sweet.
"Goopers in the
chocolate factory. This must be your lucky day, Egon." Winston teased.
"Yeah, we better rent a
wheelbarrow to haul him out of there. The chocolate is more at risk from Egon
than the ghosts." Ray smirked, although he had plans on menacing a few
chocolates later himself.
"Ignore them."
Peter whispered in Egon's ear, "I think you could do with putting on a few
extra kilo's." One hand roamed lightly along the side of Egon's ribs, then
drifted up to squeeze his shoulder.
"Actually Peter,
chocolate is an excellent source of energy. In fact, it's a health food."
Spengler murmured back. But he couldn't keep the slight smile from forming on
his lips, Egon just knew this was going to be a very good day.
"Shoot the rabbit! Shoot
the rabbit!" yelled Peter, diving for a pile of crates. The boxes were soon
splattered with slimy pink goop, as were the Ghostbusters boots that hadn't
quite made it to cover.
In the middle of the factory,
hovering mid air, a giant bunny floated dripping gobs of ectoplasm onto the
floor. Easter was indeed just round the corner, and the factory was beginning to
gear up for the festival by making chocolate bunny's and eggs. This seemed to
have annoyed the rabbit shaped resident class five and his many weaker, small
bunny friends.
Talking of the other smaller
bunny ghosts, they were popping up out of slime filled Easter eggs like crazy.
Egon (at a dead run in a futile attempt to escape being terminally slimed)
hypothesized that they had been preparing to nest there until Easter. They'd
have leapt out at whoever brought the chocolate Easter eggs and given them a
nasty surprise. However they were now being summoned to aid their more powerful
friend in escaping the Ghostbusters.
Winston had Super Bunny in
his sights, and the sound of an ion stream hitting its target brought the others
from their hiding places. Egon and Ray immediately added their streams to his,
but the class five was too strong for them. Peter tried to stand and join in,
but slipped over from the slime on his boots. Struggling instead to his knees
and bracing there, a frustrated Pete Venkman opened fire, hitting the gooper
full on.
Ray threw out the trap, as
dozens of tiny ghostlings began to swarm them in defense of their bigger cousin.
Ignoring the sliming they were all getting, the four friends continued with
their bust. Using the ion beams they forced the powerful class five down until
the trap opened and sucked the creature in.
"Yay, we did it!"
yelled Ray. The remainder of the little ghosts took fright at the bigger one's
capture and fled, leaving four triumphant but very slimed men behind them.
"Group hug!" called
Peter, snagging Winston for a gooey embrace. The four men joined briefly in the
'life affirmation' hug. On bad runs the hug was a hell of a tension breaker. On
ones like this, it simply helped spread the pink goo around more evenly. The
factory floor was awash in ectoplasmic residue, the rows of broken, whole and
semi smashed chocolate eggs were covered in it and even the ceiling had its fair
share. Some of it was now dripping down in long strings, adding to the
Ghostbusters state of goopyness.
Egon still managed to smile
through his coating of pink slime. Now came the fun part, watching Peter work
his magic in getting the busting fee. He could see his lover making calculations
in his head, adding so much for time, proton pack usage, use of PKE meters,
getting thoroughly slimed...and this time the contract was going to ask for a
very specific sweetener for all their trouble.
The factory's manager came to
negotiate, and their sadly dripping selves helped Peter in his haggling
enormously The fashionably dressed older woman took one look and agreed to
Peters demands. She signed the check with hardly a flutter, and that was most
unusual, their bill had been known to cause considerable hysterics from the
recipients! Egon quietly chuckled to himself, she had readily agreed to their
'extra' bonus as well. He would get his chocolate, and eat it too!
Happily they all followed the
manager as, leaving a trail of ectoplasm behind them, she ushered the
Ghostbusters to the factory's locker rooms where hot showers awaited them all.
The four Ghostbusters sat
around the kitchen table, a huge basket of chocolate eggs being dolled out
equally between them.
"I always loved
Easter," reminisced Winston, peeling of the foil of yet another egg and
adding it to the pile in the middle. Ray and Egon's experiments sometimes
required a lot of foil, and Spengler was loathed to waste this opportunity to
recycle. "Mom and Dad hiding the eggs and me and my brothers and sisters
scrambling about looking for them."
"My cousins used to do
that out on the farm." said Ray happily. He'd already had a bite or two of
chocolate egg and was feeling a little hyper. "My Aunt would hide an egg
for each of us, mine was always in the hen house!"
"My Mom hid me one
too." Peter added. "She'd hide it somewhere tricky, and sometimes
she'd open a box of Ding-Dongs and hide those around as well, to make the hunt
last longer. How about you, Spengs? I bet your parents popped for a heap of
eggs." Peter sounded just a little envious, Egon's parents had been
considerably richer than any of the other three's and his Christmas and Birthday
presents often reflected that.
"Actually, my parents
disapprove of confections. Mother and I used to decorate boiled eggs and she
would hide those for me." Egon looked wistfully off into the past. "I
remember one year we painted them with pictures from my favorite bed time story
book, 'Paleontology For Beginners.' Every small boy goes through the dinosaur
phase, I suppose. We had great fun reproducing Tyrannosaur and Raptor outlines
on the eggs. Mother even did a few as skeletons to help me remember the basic
forms."
"Gosh Egon, but you love
chocolate! That must have been hard, only getting boiled eggs when everyone else
was getting candy ones." Ray looked at him in sympathy. They all knew Egon
had a sweet tooth. Could this be the reason, because he hadn't had any when he
was a child?
"I didn't know any
different, Raymond. And the boiled eggs were fine. Mother and I had great fun
with them, as I said." Egon paused to tease the foil off a particularly
complex wrap of Easter egg foil, and while he was preoccupied the others snuck
some of their own eggs onto his pile. Egon deserved extra chocolate after being
deprived of it as a child, even if he didn't think of it that way.
After they had stowed the
remains of their chocolate feast Peter stood and went to rummage in the
cupboard. Casually he slipped a squeeze bottle of chocolate sauce into his
trouser pocket while pretending to grab a packet of crisps. Sauntering off in
the direction of the upper lab he'd subtly flash his prize at Egon as he passed
and winked. A little while later Egon claimed to have some unfinished work to do
and hurriedly went after him.
"What was that
about?" Ray asked, frowning slightly. "What would they want with
chocolate syrup? Do you think Peter's cooking up another prank?"
Winston rolled his eyes and
briefly considered not telling the truth. But what the hell, Ray'd soon figure
it out when the faint moaning noises began. The lab wasn't nearly as sound proof
as Peter and Egon believed.
"M'man," he
explained gently, "Peter 'knows' that Egon will eat almost anything,
provided it has chocolate on it, right? Now if you were Peter..."
"Oh!" Ray's eyes
lit up with understanding. "Wow, you think Peters going to...wow! Hey,
Winston. Wanna go see if the listening device I planted in the lab is still
working?"
Grinning Winston nodded,
licking his lips in anticipation. Happy early Easter, guys, he smirked,
following Ray down to the containment room and leisurely unbuttoning his fly. And
may a merry chocolatey time be had by us all!
Oh yeah, Peter and Egon were
gonna let them in on their little secret eventually, but until then Winston and
Ray would indulge in some of the hottest circle jerks it had been their
privileges to be part of.
Epilogue
Peter Venkman and Egon
Spengler lay curled up against each other on a pile of blankets in the middle of
the laboratory floor. Peter was playing with Egon's hair, Egon drew slow designs
on Peters chest with one long forefinger.
"You think we should
tell the guys?" Peter asked softly, planting a kiss on top of his lover's
head.
"No." Egon replied
thoughtfully. "The little ecto rabbit came to us for sanctuary. It was our
decision to let it go. The entity was harmless and willing to co-operate in an
intelligent way. Capturing it would have been to no purpose."
During the bust earlier Egon
and Peter had been separated from the others and a small class two entity in the
form of a bunny had approached them and begged for its release. Egon had scanned
it thoroughly and declared it harmless.
"And the fact that it
came bearing one of your favorite Bon Bons as a bribe had nothing to do with
it." Peter lent in and kissed Egon's bare shoulder. Spengler felt him smile
as he continued to rain kisses along his shoulder then up his neck to his ear.
"Mmmmm." He said,
eyes going a little unfocused. Peter's hands were busy lower down as well and he
had quite lost the ability to reply.
"That same little treat
is still in my pocket, you know." Peter whispered to his lover, running his
tongue delicately along the swirl of Egon's ear. "If you're a good boy I'll
let you have it later." He purred suggestively. Egon moaned agreement.
In the corner, under a pile
of discarded clothing, within the pocket of Venkman's trousers, a small wrapped
chocolate candy began a decisive rocking. A tiny rip appeared in the foil wrap,
and one itty bunny ear poked out....
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