a_to_z_prompts fic: "Denial", NC-17 smut
Here's fic #1 of my Sky-centric fics for the a_to_z_prompts challenge. ENJOY!
Title: Denial
Author: Mary (shurimon & shurifanstuffs on Livejournal)
Fandom & Pairing: Power Rangers SPD, Sky/Dru
Letter: Q for Queer
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Short fic from Dru's point of view. Dru finds himself wondering why he puts up with Sky's contradictory actions.
Disclaimer/Author's Notes/Spoiler Warning: This is for angel_negra. HAPPY BIRTHDAY! THE QUEEN OF SKRU STRIKES AGAIN, MUAHAHAHAHA
Dru often found himself wondering what it is that attracted him to Sky Tate, both in a friendship sense and a love sense. True, there was Sky's physical beauty- even from a Tangarian's perspective, Sky was a very fine and attractive specimen, and whenever he was in the mood, he could provide physical pleasures however Dru desired. But there was no doubt that his personality almost negated this. Though there were moments when he was friendly, bearable, sensual, almost romantic, the rest of the time Sky could be cold, abrasive, unwilling to show the barest hint of affection or friendship as though he feared it would jeapordize his future within S.P.D. His closed-off and serious nature was very hard to crack through, to the point where Dru thought that perhaps it really wasn't worth putting up with, that he might give in... then he would unexpectedly break through the denial, the reluctance, strip down one of Sky's barriers, see what a caring, kind, and open person he could be underneath it all, and decide to keep going. And soon after, Sky would push him away once more, and the cycle would start again. Dru realized that he was beginning to get tired of it, and wanted answers.
"Why do you do this?" he finally asked Sky after one such time, when the mostly-friends, sometimes-lovers lay snuggled together in his bunk one morning. The previous night had been wild by Sky's standards, filled with mutual pleasure.
"Do what?" Sky wanted to know.
"Just... being yourself," said Dru. When Sky merely shot him a puzzled look, he went on, "You know how everybody teases you about being the S.P.D. poster boy. Most of the time, you ignore me when I try and get you to do things with me, to be close to me. Or you tell me 'I'm not like that', push me away, tell me to back off because it makes you uncomfortable, quote regulations at me... but there are other times, like yesterday, when you do it willingly. I can see that you enjoy it, every single time, so I know that you're lying when you say you're uncomfortable. Why do you do it? If you like what we do so much, why are you not willing all of the time? Nobody has to know what we do to each other in private... Heaven knows it happens amongst the cadets here every night in spite of the rules."
"I don't know what you're talking about," was the gruff reply, and Dru knew better than to pursue the matter. Sky's barriers were already going up again, meaning that the subject was now closed and he would open up when he was good and ready- if he ever was. For the rest of the day, Dru didn't have much time to brood over it, as the two were preoccupied with their new training regimen, stepping up their physical training, leaning how to use new weapons and tactics, readying themselves for field experience... To most of their fellow cadets, it seemed as though Sky was his usual self. Focused. Intense. Serious. However, Dru knew better- he was surprised to find as the day wore on that Sky was the slightest bit off. He was distracted by something. Not performing at 100%.
He'd gotten through.
He had made Sky think.
Perhaps he would get an answer that very night...
As was usual when they made love, Dru was the one to make the suggestion before they found some privacy, the one to shove Sky against the wall, to strip the other boy's jacket off, begin to kiss and suck on his exposed neck, leaving marks everywhere. Dru knew that Sky desired this, wanted it more than anything in the world judging by the moans and physical reactions he got in return, but this did not provide the answer to the question of why- why did Dru put up with Sky's crap most of the time, just to get these few and far-between moments of pleasure?
"You like this, don't you?" Dru hissed in Sky's ear, knowing full well by now how being ordered around in bed, controlled, dominated, turned Sky on like nothing else. "Such a good boy..." Sky cried out when Dru bit down on his ear, not hard enough to leave lasting marks but still enough to cause pain. "Such a beautful, obedient boy. Always doing what he's told. Always willing to please." These words and actions alone were typically sufficient to get Sky up, and there were times when Dru hardly had time to play before Sky came, pushed over the edge by sexual play being framed around his inclination to follow orders. "What do you want me to do to you, Cadet?" Dru hissed into the ear he'd just bitten, happy to see Sky's eyes screw shut, his beautiful mouth hanging open as he gasped softly.
"Anything... anything you want..." Without waiting for further instructions, knowing that Sky fully meant what he said, Dru pushed the jacket all the way off of Sky's shoulders, lifted the gray S.P.D. t-shirt underneath, his mouth closing on one of the other boy's erect and hard nipples, sucking hard while one hand moved up to play with the other. He was rewarded with increasingly needy pants, desire-filled sounds, silently pleading for him to move further. Dru carefully moved down, kissing and licking his way down Sky's chest, finding every peak and valley in the muscles, then with practiced ease he unbuckled Sky's belt, undid his pants, pulling them and his boxers down, letting Sky's rock-hard cock float freely in the air. Dru knelt down, swirling his tongue around the crown of his cock before taking it into his mouth, slowly, reverently, allowing Sky's full length to go in. Sky's hands moved up to rest on Dru's head while he worked, taking his time to lick and suck up and down the length, over and over, until... Dru pulled his head back long enough to look up at Sky, whose eyes were rolled into the back of his head, his expression pure ecstasy.
"Sky... come for me..." Though it was whispered, it wasn't a plea, it was a command. Almost as soon as Dru had taken Sky back in, he blew; satisfied, Dru managed to swallow every drop before moving back up to kiss Sky, stroking the boy's chest underneath his shirt before backing off. "Well?"
"Amazing, as usual," said Sky, panting with tiredness now as he pulled his underwear and pants back up before saying abruptly, "Look, Dru, about what you said earlier... I've been thinking..." Dru said nothing, just looked into Sky's normally cold blue eyes. There was nothing serious there now, no barriers. It was a rare moment of openness. Vulnerability. "And..." Sky swallowed hard, then suddenly shook his head. "Forget about it. I never should have come to you."
"Sky, WHY NOT?" But that was all. Sky turned and left the room, going red with embarrassment and Dru nearly punched the wall in frustration.
Yet he would keep going, he knew. He would put up with his denial, his closed-offness, all for the moments like they'd just experienced... because, he realized, it was worth it.
(crossposted to a_to_z_prompts)
Title: Denial
Author: Mary (shurimon & shurifanstuffs on Livejournal)
Fandom & Pairing: Power Rangers SPD, Sky/Dru
Letter: Q for Queer
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Short fic from Dru's point of view. Dru finds himself wondering why he puts up with Sky's contradictory actions.
Disclaimer/Author's Notes/Spoiler Warning: This is for angel_negra. HAPPY BIRTHDAY! THE QUEEN OF SKRU STRIKES AGAIN, MUAHAHAHAHA
Dru often found himself wondering what it is that attracted him to Sky Tate, both in a friendship sense and a love sense. True, there was Sky's physical beauty- even from a Tangarian's perspective, Sky was a very fine and attractive specimen, and whenever he was in the mood, he could provide physical pleasures however Dru desired. But there was no doubt that his personality almost negated this. Though there were moments when he was friendly, bearable, sensual, almost romantic, the rest of the time Sky could be cold, abrasive, unwilling to show the barest hint of affection or friendship as though he feared it would jeapordize his future within S.P.D. His closed-off and serious nature was very hard to crack through, to the point where Dru thought that perhaps it really wasn't worth putting up with, that he might give in... then he would unexpectedly break through the denial, the reluctance, strip down one of Sky's barriers, see what a caring, kind, and open person he could be underneath it all, and decide to keep going. And soon after, Sky would push him away once more, and the cycle would start again. Dru realized that he was beginning to get tired of it, and wanted answers.
"Why do you do this?" he finally asked Sky after one such time, when the mostly-friends, sometimes-lovers lay snuggled together in his bunk one morning. The previous night had been wild by Sky's standards, filled with mutual pleasure.
"Do what?" Sky wanted to know.
"Just... being yourself," said Dru. When Sky merely shot him a puzzled look, he went on, "You know how everybody teases you about being the S.P.D. poster boy. Most of the time, you ignore me when I try and get you to do things with me, to be close to me. Or you tell me 'I'm not like that', push me away, tell me to back off because it makes you uncomfortable, quote regulations at me... but there are other times, like yesterday, when you do it willingly. I can see that you enjoy it, every single time, so I know that you're lying when you say you're uncomfortable. Why do you do it? If you like what we do so much, why are you not willing all of the time? Nobody has to know what we do to each other in private... Heaven knows it happens amongst the cadets here every night in spite of the rules."
"I don't know what you're talking about," was the gruff reply, and Dru knew better than to pursue the matter. Sky's barriers were already going up again, meaning that the subject was now closed and he would open up when he was good and ready- if he ever was. For the rest of the day, Dru didn't have much time to brood over it, as the two were preoccupied with their new training regimen, stepping up their physical training, leaning how to use new weapons and tactics, readying themselves for field experience... To most of their fellow cadets, it seemed as though Sky was his usual self. Focused. Intense. Serious. However, Dru knew better- he was surprised to find as the day wore on that Sky was the slightest bit off. He was distracted by something. Not performing at 100%.
He'd gotten through.
He had made Sky think.
Perhaps he would get an answer that very night...
As was usual when they made love, Dru was the one to make the suggestion before they found some privacy, the one to shove Sky against the wall, to strip the other boy's jacket off, begin to kiss and suck on his exposed neck, leaving marks everywhere. Dru knew that Sky desired this, wanted it more than anything in the world judging by the moans and physical reactions he got in return, but this did not provide the answer to the question of why- why did Dru put up with Sky's crap most of the time, just to get these few and far-between moments of pleasure?
"You like this, don't you?" Dru hissed in Sky's ear, knowing full well by now how being ordered around in bed, controlled, dominated, turned Sky on like nothing else. "Such a good boy..." Sky cried out when Dru bit down on his ear, not hard enough to leave lasting marks but still enough to cause pain. "Such a beautful, obedient boy. Always doing what he's told. Always willing to please." These words and actions alone were typically sufficient to get Sky up, and there were times when Dru hardly had time to play before Sky came, pushed over the edge by sexual play being framed around his inclination to follow orders. "What do you want me to do to you, Cadet?" Dru hissed into the ear he'd just bitten, happy to see Sky's eyes screw shut, his beautiful mouth hanging open as he gasped softly.
"Anything... anything you want..." Without waiting for further instructions, knowing that Sky fully meant what he said, Dru pushed the jacket all the way off of Sky's shoulders, lifted the gray S.P.D. t-shirt underneath, his mouth closing on one of the other boy's erect and hard nipples, sucking hard while one hand moved up to play with the other. He was rewarded with increasingly needy pants, desire-filled sounds, silently pleading for him to move further. Dru carefully moved down, kissing and licking his way down Sky's chest, finding every peak and valley in the muscles, then with practiced ease he unbuckled Sky's belt, undid his pants, pulling them and his boxers down, letting Sky's rock-hard cock float freely in the air. Dru knelt down, swirling his tongue around the crown of his cock before taking it into his mouth, slowly, reverently, allowing Sky's full length to go in. Sky's hands moved up to rest on Dru's head while he worked, taking his time to lick and suck up and down the length, over and over, until... Dru pulled his head back long enough to look up at Sky, whose eyes were rolled into the back of his head, his expression pure ecstasy.
"Sky... come for me..." Though it was whispered, it wasn't a plea, it was a command. Almost as soon as Dru had taken Sky back in, he blew; satisfied, Dru managed to swallow every drop before moving back up to kiss Sky, stroking the boy's chest underneath his shirt before backing off. "Well?"
"Amazing, as usual," said Sky, panting with tiredness now as he pulled his underwear and pants back up before saying abruptly, "Look, Dru, about what you said earlier... I've been thinking..." Dru said nothing, just looked into Sky's normally cold blue eyes. There was nothing serious there now, no barriers. It was a rare moment of openness. Vulnerability. "And..." Sky swallowed hard, then suddenly shook his head. "Forget about it. I never should have come to you."
"Sky, WHY NOT?" But that was all. Sky turned and left the room, going red with embarrassment and Dru nearly punched the wall in frustration.
Yet he would keep going, he knew. He would put up with his denial, his closed-offness, all for the moments like they'd just experienced... because, he realized, it was worth it.
(crossposted to a_to_z_prompts)