Adult-FanFiction.org : Movies

Room For Rent
By : moviefan
Category: -Movies Misc > Het - Male/Female
Views: 471 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Chapter List
- 1
- 2
(A/N: IMPORTANT! PLEASE READ! Oh boy, this is it. I absolutely cannot believe that I'm doing this, but here we go. This Author's Note is important for the Disclaimer, which is why I'm requesting that you read it, but it requires some backstory. So, I very rarely do requests unless they're from family or close friends. And I just so happen to have a friend who is a big fan of the movie The Iron Giant. Not too long ago, he apparently discovered a new adult game that's a sort of parody of the movie called Room For Rent, made by someone going by the username SkadooToon, so I'd like to give full credit to them for coming up with this. Anyway, my friend asked me if I could write a fanfiction version of the game. Now, like I said, I don't typically write stories like this, even if it's a request, so I initially turned him down, but he eventually talked me into it by pointing out how it would be good practice for me for writing lemons, which is something I don't write that often. So I eventually agreed and, well, here it is. Despite my reluctance, I always put in 100% when it comes to my writing, so don't expect any half-assing here. Still can't believe I'm writing this, but, here we go, time to ruin some childhoods.)
Disclaimer: I own nothing.

"ROOM FOR RENT"
Prologue
“My name is Kent Mansley. I work for the government.”
That was what he usually told people when he met them for the first time. It wasn’t just a way to introduce himself or inform people of his position of power, it was also way to gain their respect and show his importance. After all, how often did one meet someone who worked for the government? It commanded a lot of respect, and made many things go his way.
Yes, Kent Mansley was very used to getting what he wanted from other people. However, that was only as long as they had what he needed. And this, this was proving to be a little problematic. Not too long ago, the government had been contacted about some strange reports that he was sent to investigate. Those reports, apparently, involved unusual sightings of some kind. Some said it was a UFO, some said it was a giant monster, and all sounded equally as crazy.
Yes, to anyone who heard the stories he was receiving, they would probably laugh and dismiss the reports as those of crazy people or attention seekers. And Kent was prone to agree. In fact, all the interviews he had taken since coming to this small town, whose name he couldn’t even be bothered to remember right now, he had been willing to chalk up to as ridiculous, nonsensical ravings.
That is, until he had an encounter himself. After speaking to the latest witness at a destroyed power plant, where he’d had a broken BB gun handed over to him with the words Hog Hug written on it, he had been getting ready to get in his car and drive off… only to find that his car had what looked to be a giant bite taken out of it. And when he had hurried off to find a witness to see it, his car had completely vanished!
No longer was Kent so sure that this was a hoax or false sightings. As a government official, he had learned to trust his gut, and his gut was now telling him that there was something to these sightings he had been hearing about.
So he kept up the investigation, finding more related stories. The biggest one came from a train conductor, who’d had his train derailed, claiming it had crashed into a giant metal monster, which had simply gotten up and walked off after the crash. Yes, it was crazy, but a metal giant would explain all these incidents.
Deciding that he had collected enough evidence to at least make a suitable report to his superior, General Kenneth Rogard, he asked if there was a phone nearby that he could use, and was pointed to a house off in the distance. It looked like a cozy home, if somewhat isolated from the town, but he didn’t think much of it at the time as he made his way to the front door.
Strangely enough, before he could even knock, the door opened, and he found himself looking down at a young boy. He’d been slightly taken aback, but figured that perhaps the boy had seen him coming through the window and had come to greet him. As a government official, he had been trained in how to deal with different people based on their age, gender, and the situation, and so he gave his standard introduction while being extra child friendly.
“Hey, there, scout,” he greeted as politely as he could. “Kent Mansley, I work for the government.”
The words had barely left his mouth before the door was slammed in his face, once again catching him off guard. He blinked in confusion, wondering if perhaps he had startled the boy. Had the kid thought he was his father and had been coming to greet him, only to be surprised to find a stranger at the door instead?
Reaching out, he rang the doorbell, and the boy opened the door again, though only partway. Kent tried not to let his irritation at the boy’s initial rudeness show as he once again greeted him. “Hey there, scout. Kent Mansley, work for the government.”
This was usually enough to gain respect and admiration from children, but that was not the case this time based on the glare he received in response to his statement. Before the kid could close the door in his face a second time, Kent’s eyes darted around the interior of the house as he asked if the boy’s parents were home.
Instead of answering his question, the boy gave him a look of open hostility and disapproval as he grounded out, “We’re eating.”
Ok, so he wouldn’t be winning any points with the kid, he realized that right away. Not that it mattered too much; Kent didn’t really like kids anyway. Besides, it was the parents who were the real authority and whom he really needed to win over. As long as he got their cooperation, it didn’t matter what the brat thought of him.
Much to his delight, the boy’s mother soon joined her son, opening the door the rest of the way. Kent, having been leaning against it so it couldn’t be shut again, stumbled forward a bit, and would have planted his face right between the woman’s breasts had he not caught himself. He stood up straight as his eyes went from her chest to her face, and he grinned in approval.
“Well, hello there,” he said to her, unable to keep the delight he felt out of his voice as he took in the pretty face.
Almost against his will, his eyes ran over the mother’s body, greatly appreciating her curves. The woman was absolutely gorgeous! A perfect body, chestnut brown hair that she had rolled up in the back and on the sides, full red lips, and sexy green eyes. His own eyes went from her to the son, and he decided that the boy must have taken after his father.
He quickly realized what he was doing though and put his business face back on. This was not the time to be checking out women, no matter how hot they were. So he kept up with the polite act, trying to sound as professional as possible as he asked if he could use their phone. The boy’s mother was happy to let him use it, and invited him in. Kent kept up the friendly nice guy routine by removing his hat, revealing his red hair, and placed it on the boy’s head, playfully telling him to pretend he was a gangster as he followed the mother to the kitchen.
He called his superior to let him know what he had discovered, and received a very predictable reaction. Laughter and judgment. Kent couldn’t blame him; he too had been of similar mind until he’d had his own encounter. But still, he was certain, and so he made where he stood very clear to the general, determine to prove that his instincts were right.
The general didn’t even finish listening to his demands as he hung up on him in the middle of their conversation, leaving Kent feeling angry and humiliated. Even the phone itself seemed to be mocking him by refusing to rest properly on the hook, sending him into a fit of rage where he repeatedly slammed the phone on the hook again and again until he felt somewhat satisfied.
With that done, he made to leave, but not before learning the name of the boy. Hogarth Hughes. He managed to resist openly laughing at that. Was the name made up, or was it just foreign? Kent hated foreigners, so it wouldn’t surprise him. Either way, it was definitely the most ridiculous name he’d ever heard. Who the hell named their kid Hogarth? What an embarrassing name.
But as he joked to himself about it, something suddenly clicked in his head, and his gaze shot to the broken BB gun he had in the seat of the car he had been borrowing since his had disappeared. He looked at the words written on it and his eyes widened in astonishment.
“Hog Hug!” he exclaimed, taking note where the gun was broken, and what the missing letters were, his brain filling in the blanks. “Hogarth Hughes!”
His mind began racing, and things started to make sense. Based on the boy’s age, which he guessed to be between nine and twelve, he wouldn’t be surprised to learn that Hogarth might own a BB gun, and probably fancied himself some brave soldier going off to fight the invaders from Mars, only to discover that those invaders were in fact a metal giant.
Did he know where it was? He probably thought it was really cool to have his own giant robot, if that was indeed what it was. That might explain why the boy was so hostile towards him when he introduced himself; he didn’t like the idea that the big bad government was here to take away his super cool pet giant.
He considered the fact that the house wasn’t that far away from where the train had been derailed. And with the discovery of the BB gun at the power plant, he had clear evidence that little Hogarth had been to at least one of the scenes, and something was telling him that he knew something.
He didn’t go back and confront them right away. Instead, he spent the night in town, thinking how best to approach the situation. And the next day, after doing some more investigating around the area, he returned to the Hughes residence, trying to figure out how best to proceed. He had tracked the metal giant to this house, and he was not going to leave without getting answers.
“Now I just need to get inside and figure out what these people know…” he muttered thoughtfully as he puffed on his pipe.
His eyes traveled over the exterior of the two-story house as he considered how to approach the situation, and that’s when he saw it. In the window was a sign that said Room For Rent.
“Hmm,” he muttered, rubbing his pointy chin as he considered the situation, “they have a room for rent.”
This was quite advantageous for him, and a smile crept up his face. If he rented out the room, he would not only have a much nicer place to stay aside from the lousy motels they had in town, he could search for possible clues for the metal giant, and maybe even catch sight of it himself.
“This might just be perfect!” he said to himself, unable to believe his luck.
He approached the house and knocked on the door, and once again was greeted by young Hogarth. The boy gave him an irritated look with just as much hostility as he did the previous night, only this time with a dash of boredom thrown in. Kent opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off.
“Kent Mansley, you work for the government,” Hogarth said in a bored tone, his eyes hooded.
Kent paused, feeling his irritation rising at the boy’s disrespect, but he kept himself in check. “I wasn’t going to say that this time.”
He was once again delighted when the boy’s sexy mother made an appearance, looking surprised to see him. “Oh, Mr. Mansley. Is there something else I can do for you?”
He gave her a friendly smile. “Actually, there is,” he said, making his way inside. Something told him that the boy was not going to be happy about what was about to happen, but, quite frankly, he didn’t care. “I was actually interested in that room you’re renting.”

(A/N: This was a bit of a surprise for me. I've never written a smut fic before. Sure, I've done a few with lemons in them, but never one for the sake of a lemon. But when this fic came to mind, it just seemed to work so perfectly that I had to do it. Besides, I could use more practice at writing lemons since I don't do them that often, so this was sort of practice or a fresher. It turned out being much longer than I thought. It's not pure smut though and has some plot, but for those of you that are here for the whole steamy scene, enjoy.)
- 1
- 2
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Room For Rent	By : moviefan Category: -Movies Misc > Het - Male/Female Views: 471 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I own nothing

Room For Rent