[ficlet] VF Drabble: Intoxication
Title: Drabble: Intoxication
Pairing: Asami x Akihito
Rating: R
Spoilers: None
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Yamane-sensei, and I thank her for letting me play with them.
Notes: This was brought on by those amazing Weiss Kreuz writers of old. They always stir up something inside me.
"You shouldn't drink too much of that. It's too strong for a kid like you."
The kid in question stretched sinuously against the couch below him, his brown gaze slightly confused with liquor and heating with the beginnings of lust. "Oh? You like kids now? Pervert."
He loved the moment when the flame flickered on, like a gas light touched with a match. His hands fumbled for his cigarettes, wanting a burst of nicotine as a little celebration. "I don't 'like' anyone, particularly drunken brats."
Akihito, because that's who he always was to him now, crept up his long legs from the floor, eyes intent on his prize. Asami shifted so he'd lose his balance a little, just to make it a bit harder on him. It ended up causing the slim body to topple against him, lips scant centimeters away, only an unlit cigarette held between them. Akihito turned his head slightly to the side, gaze never leaving Asami's, and tongued the end of the slim white stick.
"Light me up."
Asami crushed their lips together, tasting the sake and the sushi they'd had for dinner and maybe something sweet underneath, probably Pocky, a flavor he'd come to think of as exclusively Akihito. The mouth under his opened, welcoming him easily for once, swallowing him greedily. Their hips ground together, his practiced, the other's frantic. He smiled into the kiss, knowing his lover would never notice.
An adept flick of his fingers opened the jeans rubbing against the fine wool of his suit, and irritation warred with delight as clumsy hands shoved his out of the way, pushing body-hugging denim down those narrow hips.
"I c'n do it." Mumbled, annoyed, his.
"Show me."
The tousled brown head jerked back. "Huh?"
"I don't think you can do it. You're too drunk."
The flame jumped in the brown eyes glaring into his. He almost laughed, almost, but in the nick of time turned it into a sneer. That did it. He didn't get the strip tease most men would want, but it was pure Akihito as the cheesy t-shirt was ripped off and flung in a random direction and the designer jeans and camo underwear were stomped out of until he stood there pissed in just some white socks, hands on cocked hips, defiant, perfect.
Asami's only outward reaction to the performance was to hook an ankle around Akihito's knee, tumbling him forward onto the couch so his white hips stuck up in the air like an acknowledgement of surrender.
A snarl from somewhere in the cushions told him it was anything but.
Asami slid across his lover's back, letting the wool of his vest and the engraved buttons rasp against Akihito's sensitive places, knowing all of them. The growling turned to a moan and the hips he felt against him pushed, demanding. He waited, listening.
"Asamiiiii. C'mon!"
Other lovers had sometimes mentioned other names. Akihito always knew who he needed. Asami made sure of that.
His cock was freed and coated in spit and he pressed forward. It wasn't as tight as it had been in the beginning, but in the beginning he'd not been squeezed as pleasure rippled through the body under him, egging him on. He'd come to find this far more gratifying.
It was only moments before the thrusting under him grew insistent and he relented, slamming forward, knowing it didn't take much at times like these and not wanting it to. He let it come over him then, the animal, letting go of the manipulations and analyses and control, trusting that they weren't needed here, letting instinct carry them forward together. The sensations flooded him and all that remained were two bodies straining as pleasure washed through and over them, leaving a sated peacefulness behind.
Well, not quite sated, he thought to himself when he'd collapsed to the side and gathered Akihito against him. He drew a finger along the curve of the boy's back, keeping him just this side of sleep, waiting, because this is when it would be if it happened at all.
The body in his arms stirred slightly. He held his breath.
"Asami...?"
"Ah?" he released softly, not wanting to bring him up to wakefulness.
"Stupid old man..." A hand wrapped around the one he had pressed against Akihito's chest, threading their fingers. A warm breath fluttered across them, barely carrying the rest to his ears. "Love you..." It ended in a soft snort that turned into a snore.
His heart thudded. Rare words that were sometimes, just sometimes, released by liquor and sex.
He closed his eyes and swallowed, taking it deep inside. He wasn't about to leave it out in the open.
It was pathetic, this neediness.
But it was the weakness he allowed himself.
He gave himself one last moment as he pressed their bodies together, then slowly snapped all the controls back into place. When his eyes opened, he knew they were again clear and sharp.
He rose from the couch, Akihito in his arms, and carried him toward their bedroom.
And tomorrow, he'd make of point of seeing that the liquor cabinet was restocked with flavors designed to tempt a sweet palette.
~end~
Pairing: Asami x Akihito
Rating: R
Spoilers: None
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Yamane-sensei, and I thank her for letting me play with them.
Notes: This was brought on by those amazing Weiss Kreuz writers of old. They always stir up something inside me.
"You shouldn't drink too much of that. It's too strong for a kid like you."
The kid in question stretched sinuously against the couch below him, his brown gaze slightly confused with liquor and heating with the beginnings of lust. "Oh? You like kids now? Pervert."
He loved the moment when the flame flickered on, like a gas light touched with a match. His hands fumbled for his cigarettes, wanting a burst of nicotine as a little celebration. "I don't 'like' anyone, particularly drunken brats."
Akihito, because that's who he always was to him now, crept up his long legs from the floor, eyes intent on his prize. Asami shifted so he'd lose his balance a little, just to make it a bit harder on him. It ended up causing the slim body to topple against him, lips scant centimeters away, only an unlit cigarette held between them. Akihito turned his head slightly to the side, gaze never leaving Asami's, and tongued the end of the slim white stick.
"Light me up."
Asami crushed their lips together, tasting the sake and the sushi they'd had for dinner and maybe something sweet underneath, probably Pocky, a flavor he'd come to think of as exclusively Akihito. The mouth under his opened, welcoming him easily for once, swallowing him greedily. Their hips ground together, his practiced, the other's frantic. He smiled into the kiss, knowing his lover would never notice.
An adept flick of his fingers opened the jeans rubbing against the fine wool of his suit, and irritation warred with delight as clumsy hands shoved his out of the way, pushing body-hugging denim down those narrow hips.
"I c'n do it." Mumbled, annoyed, his.
"Show me."
The tousled brown head jerked back. "Huh?"
"I don't think you can do it. You're too drunk."
The flame jumped in the brown eyes glaring into his. He almost laughed, almost, but in the nick of time turned it into a sneer. That did it. He didn't get the strip tease most men would want, but it was pure Akihito as the cheesy t-shirt was ripped off and flung in a random direction and the designer jeans and camo underwear were stomped out of until he stood there pissed in just some white socks, hands on cocked hips, defiant, perfect.
Asami's only outward reaction to the performance was to hook an ankle around Akihito's knee, tumbling him forward onto the couch so his white hips stuck up in the air like an acknowledgement of surrender.
A snarl from somewhere in the cushions told him it was anything but.
Asami slid across his lover's back, letting the wool of his vest and the engraved buttons rasp against Akihito's sensitive places, knowing all of them. The growling turned to a moan and the hips he felt against him pushed, demanding. He waited, listening.
"Asamiiiii. C'mon!"
Other lovers had sometimes mentioned other names. Akihito always knew who he needed. Asami made sure of that.
His cock was freed and coated in spit and he pressed forward. It wasn't as tight as it had been in the beginning, but in the beginning he'd not been squeezed as pleasure rippled through the body under him, egging him on. He'd come to find this far more gratifying.
It was only moments before the thrusting under him grew insistent and he relented, slamming forward, knowing it didn't take much at times like these and not wanting it to. He let it come over him then, the animal, letting go of the manipulations and analyses and control, trusting that they weren't needed here, letting instinct carry them forward together. The sensations flooded him and all that remained were two bodies straining as pleasure washed through and over them, leaving a sated peacefulness behind.
Well, not quite sated, he thought to himself when he'd collapsed to the side and gathered Akihito against him. He drew a finger along the curve of the boy's back, keeping him just this side of sleep, waiting, because this is when it would be if it happened at all.
The body in his arms stirred slightly. He held his breath.
"Asami...?"
"Ah?" he released softly, not wanting to bring him up to wakefulness.
"Stupid old man..." A hand wrapped around the one he had pressed against Akihito's chest, threading their fingers. A warm breath fluttered across them, barely carrying the rest to his ears. "Love you..." It ended in a soft snort that turned into a snore.
His heart thudded. Rare words that were sometimes, just sometimes, released by liquor and sex.
He closed his eyes and swallowed, taking it deep inside. He wasn't about to leave it out in the open.
It was pathetic, this neediness.
But it was the weakness he allowed himself.
He gave himself one last moment as he pressed their bodies together, then slowly snapped all the controls back into place. When his eyes opened, he knew they were again clear and sharp.
He rose from the couch, Akihito in his arms, and carried him toward their bedroom.
And tomorrow, he'd make of point of seeing that the liquor cabinet was restocked with flavors designed to tempt a sweet palette.
~end~