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Dil Chahta Hai, Akash/Sameer.
drusilla_clack requested and I happened to have this on my hard drive so I thought I'd unleash it upon the world, as embarrassing as it is.
Title: Black Eye For the Sort-Of-Straight Guy
Fandom: Dil Chahta Hai
Rating: R~NC-17, yikes!
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters and I hope that those who do will never, ever never see this.
Warnings: Slash (male-male, homosexual, gay - have a problem with it? Don't read - I mean that). Twisting of canon. Obviously.
Notes: I really have no excuses. Sometimes you just get an idea and have to write it, even if it feels wrongwrongwrong. You know? That's basically what happened. It's very wrong, though. And dirty. Please don't read it if you feel like you might be disturbed by it in any way. Even I'm disturbed by it, and I *wrote* it.
It's night. Somewhere in the middle of his REM sleep, he feels something pull his blanket off him. Sameer doesn't like this, he pulls it back to himself, thinks it must be the dog, only the dog died when he was 14. The only one who would do this kind of a trick would be Akash, the stupid clown.
But it can't be Akash, because suddenly he feels a hand slide around his crotch, cupping it in one enormous-seeming palm. This removes a lot of Sameer's sleepiness and he thinks of Priya. Yes, that has to be it. Priya, who has forgiven him, Priya who snuck into his house and who is now ...wow, he had no idea Priya could do that, certainly never when they were going out did she... and that! Still sleepy enough to keep his eyes closed, but a little worried, he wriggles just the tiniest bit.
Then there's a mouth on his and it's definitely, definitely not Priya's, because it's way too sloppy and the tongue feels bigger and Sameer suspects he feels a stubble. That's so many levels of worrying he simply has to open his eyes and well, he's enough awake from the shock anyway.
In some strange way, he's not really surprised to see Akash. Bothered, yes, but not surprised. His face flushes from the sudden memory of a summer camp they all went on in the midst of their adolescence. Yeah, this wasn't the first time he's gotten one of Akash's nightly visits.
Akash is grinning down on him now.
“Hi yaar.”
Sameer tries to think what people normally did in this situation. He then, still somewhat sleepy, slowly raises his hand and makes it a fist to punch Akash in the face. Akash catches his fist, laughing and then returns to what he was doing, now halfway on top of Sameer.
“You don't want to give me another black eye, do you?”
“I probably shouldn't, should I?” Sameer hesitates.
“The first one was your fault, anyway. Not very fair, man.” Akash grins again.
Sameer gasps when his friend's thumb rubs across a very right spot. “What the hell, Akash,” he manages to say but doesn't sound particularly upset or even remotely annoyed. Oh God.
“Summer camp, revisited.” Akash laughs. Then his hand's speed increases and he tips his head to lick across Sameer's lower lip.
This is really weird, Sameer decides, when Akash starts mumbling something about how glad he is Sameer is not with Priya anymore because Priya didn't love the real Sameer, she was just trying to turn him into her ideal version of Sameer, who didn't have friends like Akash and Sid. Really weird and positively non-heterosexual. But then that's Akash for you. Really weird and sometimes not all that heterosexual.
Akash's hand is moving really fast now and it's making thinking really difficult for Sameer and he tries to focus on what his friend is saying, about Priya and love and it makes sense, in that weird way Akash sometimes really does make sense. He moans and Akash shuts him up with a kiss, a deep one, pulling Sameer onto his side, closer to himself.
He's not thinking about Priya (Priya who?) anymore, his whole mind going blank and he's gasping and moaning against Akash's mouth, a mouth that soon travels downwards and it's really, really, really weird, he thinks, and feels so, so, so good and all Akash needs to do then is flick his tongue and Sameer feels like he's exploding, one cell at a time.
“Clean,” Akash says and it sounds faraway even when Akash is right there and Sameer can still feel him there.
“So glad you broke it off with Priya,” Akash continues, pulling the blanket over his friend again.
“I didn't broke it off, you broke it off,” Sameer says, suddenly feeling quite wistful.
“What are friends for, yaar.”
Indeed. Sameer pauses, sitting up. “We're not going to tell Sid about this, are we?”
Akash is standing beside the bed now, ready to leave. He shrugs. “What's there to tell? I came over, preached to you how your life is so much better without Priya because she was turning you into someone who's not you and then you agreed with me and I left.”
“Right.” Sameer was quite unconvinced but this was Akash, whose word was never really untrustworthy.
"Oh yeah, pack your things. We're going to Goa. Sid is already in the car." And with those words, he walked out of the room.
Even weird things with Akash can be strangely normal.
--
If Indian people have a hell, I'm sure that's where I'm headed.
Title: Black Eye For the Sort-Of-Straight Guy
Fandom: Dil Chahta Hai
Rating: R~NC-17, yikes!
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters and I hope that those who do will never, ever never see this.
Warnings: Slash (male-male, homosexual, gay - have a problem with it? Don't read - I mean that). Twisting of canon. Obviously.
Notes: I really have no excuses. Sometimes you just get an idea and have to write it, even if it feels wrongwrongwrong. You know? That's basically what happened. It's very wrong, though. And dirty. Please don't read it if you feel like you might be disturbed by it in any way. Even I'm disturbed by it, and I *wrote* it.
It's night. Somewhere in the middle of his REM sleep, he feels something pull his blanket off him. Sameer doesn't like this, he pulls it back to himself, thinks it must be the dog, only the dog died when he was 14. The only one who would do this kind of a trick would be Akash, the stupid clown.
But it can't be Akash, because suddenly he feels a hand slide around his crotch, cupping it in one enormous-seeming palm. This removes a lot of Sameer's sleepiness and he thinks of Priya. Yes, that has to be it. Priya, who has forgiven him, Priya who snuck into his house and who is now ...wow, he had no idea Priya could do that, certainly never when they were going out did she... and that! Still sleepy enough to keep his eyes closed, but a little worried, he wriggles just the tiniest bit.
Then there's a mouth on his and it's definitely, definitely not Priya's, because it's way too sloppy and the tongue feels bigger and Sameer suspects he feels a stubble. That's so many levels of worrying he simply has to open his eyes and well, he's enough awake from the shock anyway.
In some strange way, he's not really surprised to see Akash. Bothered, yes, but not surprised. His face flushes from the sudden memory of a summer camp they all went on in the midst of their adolescence. Yeah, this wasn't the first time he's gotten one of Akash's nightly visits.
Akash is grinning down on him now.
“Hi yaar.”
Sameer tries to think what people normally did in this situation. He then, still somewhat sleepy, slowly raises his hand and makes it a fist to punch Akash in the face. Akash catches his fist, laughing and then returns to what he was doing, now halfway on top of Sameer.
“You don't want to give me another black eye, do you?”
“I probably shouldn't, should I?” Sameer hesitates.
“The first one was your fault, anyway. Not very fair, man.” Akash grins again.
Sameer gasps when his friend's thumb rubs across a very right spot. “What the hell, Akash,” he manages to say but doesn't sound particularly upset or even remotely annoyed. Oh God.
“Summer camp, revisited.” Akash laughs. Then his hand's speed increases and he tips his head to lick across Sameer's lower lip.
This is really weird, Sameer decides, when Akash starts mumbling something about how glad he is Sameer is not with Priya anymore because Priya didn't love the real Sameer, she was just trying to turn him into her ideal version of Sameer, who didn't have friends like Akash and Sid. Really weird and positively non-heterosexual. But then that's Akash for you. Really weird and sometimes not all that heterosexual.
Akash's hand is moving really fast now and it's making thinking really difficult for Sameer and he tries to focus on what his friend is saying, about Priya and love and it makes sense, in that weird way Akash sometimes really does make sense. He moans and Akash shuts him up with a kiss, a deep one, pulling Sameer onto his side, closer to himself.
He's not thinking about Priya (Priya who?) anymore, his whole mind going blank and he's gasping and moaning against Akash's mouth, a mouth that soon travels downwards and it's really, really, really weird, he thinks, and feels so, so, so good and all Akash needs to do then is flick his tongue and Sameer feels like he's exploding, one cell at a time.
“Clean,” Akash says and it sounds faraway even when Akash is right there and Sameer can still feel him there.
“So glad you broke it off with Priya,” Akash continues, pulling the blanket over his friend again.
“I didn't broke it off, you broke it off,” Sameer says, suddenly feeling quite wistful.
“What are friends for, yaar.”
Indeed. Sameer pauses, sitting up. “We're not going to tell Sid about this, are we?”
Akash is standing beside the bed now, ready to leave. He shrugs. “What's there to tell? I came over, preached to you how your life is so much better without Priya because she was turning you into someone who's not you and then you agreed with me and I left.”
“Right.” Sameer was quite unconvinced but this was Akash, whose word was never really untrustworthy.
"Oh yeah, pack your things. We're going to Goa. Sid is already in the car." And with those words, he walked out of the room.
Even weird things with Akash can be strangely normal.
--
If Indian people have a hell, I'm sure that's where I'm headed.