Drabble. (Tobacco -- Havoc/Fuery)
It sucks. My head hurts. You're not going to read it. Wtfever.
Title:Tobacco
Author: freaky_zero
Rating:PG-ish
Word Count: 229
Pairing: Havoc/Fuery
Prompt: Fuery's first smoke (thank you terza_teabeef)
Notes: Written for sabishii_omoide and terza_teabeef. Even though they ignore me in favor of pokemon. D= Also written because I wanted to write something or finish something I'd started. Yeah, it's not very good, it's too short, and I'm not happy with it, but my brain is trying to explode out of my head, so I apologize for the suckiness. Tada!
Fuery had smoked his first cigarette long before he ever met Jean Havoc. It was so long ago that he couldn’t really remember why he’d done it, only that he had. Time wasn’t as kind in erasing the memory of the stale taste it left in his mouth, and the recollection of the scent that seemed to cling to him for days afterward.
At the time he’d been too afraid to really inhale, to pull the heated air into his lungs and hold it there before letting it burn its fiery path back out of his airways. But he’d had no such qualms his second go round with smoking.
Jean had been surprised the first time Fuery had leaned over and plucked the cigarette from his mouth, only to place it between his own lips. Kain had been surprised when he’d doubled over coughing. Havoc made it look so easy that he’d never expected any negative reaction when he pulled deeply on the filter.
When he was done coughing, and Jean was done laughing and worrying alternately, Kain decided to give up smoking before he started. He didn’t need to, after all. Havoc would always be there to light up a smoke as they basked in the afterglow of the warmth of each other’s bodies. And the scent of tobacco would curl around him as he drifted to sleep.
Title:Tobacco
Author: freaky_zero
Rating:PG-ish
Word Count: 229
Pairing: Havoc/Fuery
Prompt: Fuery's first smoke (thank you terza_teabeef)
Notes: Written for sabishii_omoide and terza_teabeef. Even though they ignore me in favor of pokemon. D= Also written because I wanted to write something or finish something I'd started. Yeah, it's not very good, it's too short, and I'm not happy with it, but my brain is trying to explode out of my head, so I apologize for the suckiness. Tada!
Fuery had smoked his first cigarette long before he ever met Jean Havoc. It was so long ago that he couldn’t really remember why he’d done it, only that he had. Time wasn’t as kind in erasing the memory of the stale taste it left in his mouth, and the recollection of the scent that seemed to cling to him for days afterward.
At the time he’d been too afraid to really inhale, to pull the heated air into his lungs and hold it there before letting it burn its fiery path back out of his airways. But he’d had no such qualms his second go round with smoking.
Jean had been surprised the first time Fuery had leaned over and plucked the cigarette from his mouth, only to place it between his own lips. Kain had been surprised when he’d doubled over coughing. Havoc made it look so easy that he’d never expected any negative reaction when he pulled deeply on the filter.
When he was done coughing, and Jean was done laughing and worrying alternately, Kain decided to give up smoking before he started. He didn’t need to, after all. Havoc would always be there to light up a smoke as they basked in the afterglow of the warmth of each other’s bodies. And the scent of tobacco would curl around him as he drifted to sleep.