X/1999 (Seishirou/Yuuto)

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title: Something Like A Dare
author: windsorblue
rating: R
prompt: "intoxication, rough sex - 'hustle and flow' "
note: many apologies for the lateness. with thanks to thejennabides for all the handholding.



Seishirou said he didn't get drunk, and Yuuto took it as a challenge.

"You don't drink?" Yuuto had asked.

"No, I drink - I just don't get drunk," Seishirou had answered, and the way he said it sounded like a dare. So Yuuto said he was buying, and Seishirou merely shrugged. "I guess it would be impolite to refuse, then," Seishirou had said.

"Indeed it would," Yuuto had said. And when he said it he smiled his most charming smile, the one that never failed with the ladies and only occasionally failed with the gents. And he was surprised when Seishirou smiled his most charming smile back.

This, thought Yuuto, will be a most entertaining evening, indeed.

So Yuuto bought and Seishirou drank, and he drank a lot. And he certainly didn't seem to be getting drunk. So when Seishirou excused himself to get some matches from the hostess, Yuuto slipped a bit - just a little bit - of chloral hydrate into Seishirou's drink. Just to see what would happen.

Seishirou drank that drink, and then another. And when he stood up to go, he staggered - not like a drunk, but enough for Yuuto to notice. So Yuuto jumped up to his feet - to be helpful, of course; not to revel in the joy of winning, of besting Seishirou Sakurazuka, of getting him drunk.

With an arm around Seishirou's waist, Yuuto led him out of the bar and into the night. And as they passed an alleyway, Yuuto couldn't help himself. "Sakurazuka-san," Yuuto murmured. Seishirou was leaning heavily on him, and his breath smelled like sake. "I thought you said you don't get drunk."

And Seishirou looked up at him, clear-eyed, and smiled a thoroughly impolite smile. "I don't," he said.

Before Yuuto knew it, he had been pushed into the alley, back shoved hard against the wall. Seishirou had him by the throat, his knee shoved into Yuuto's crotch. Yuuto managed to get his hands up to Seishirou's shoulders to push him back, but Seishirou only laughed and slammed Yuuto - harder - back into the concrete. Yuuto gasped as his head hit the wall, almost hard enough to make him bite his tongue through.

"Did you really think you could slip me a Mickey?" Seishirou whispered, low in his throat.

"Did I do that?" Yuuto replied, still managing a smug smile. "How terribly rude of me."

"Indeed," Seishirou replied. "However will you make it up to me?"

Yuuto eyed Seishirou up and down, like he was on display. "I could probably think of something, given enough time to consider the matter carefully."

"Ah," Seishirou replied. "But it's getting late. I'd rather not stand here all night while you think."

"Oh dear, that's a pity. What do you suggest, then?"

"I have a few suggestions, actually, but you might find them a bit...degrading to your person."

"Is that so?" Yuuto let his hands slip around Seishirou's neck. "There isn't much," Yuuto set his voice in a low, seductive tone. "That I would consider degrading to my person." He clasped his hands together, pointer fingers extended, touching at the tips, and let a little rush of power build up within him.

"Oh, no you don't." Seishirou released Yuuto's throat and grabbed his hands, pinned them up against the wall, over Yuuto's head. "I must say, I'm a bit insulted, Yuuto-kun. I thought we were comrades, of a sort. Yet you were about to use your powers against me, weren't you? First you drug my drink, and now this." Seishirou shook his head and clucked his tongue, a parody of disappointment. "What am I to think?"

Yuuto only smiled. "You're quite right - I've been unforgivably rude. I do hope you will allow me to make some sort of restitution."

Seishirou mock-sighed. "I suppose I shall have to." He took both of Yuuto's wrists in one hand and shoved Yuuto to his knees. His free hand unzipped his trousers and pulled his cock out - hard, tip pointing directly, insistantly, at Yuuto's mouth - and then grabbed Yuuto by the hair. "Go ahed, then," Seishirou said, half-whisper and half-growl. "Make your restitutions."

Yuuto licked his lips - "My pleasure," - and something in the way he said it sounded like a dare. And when he took Seishirou's cock into his mouth - for just the briefest of moments - Seishirou wasn't sure if Yuuto was going to suck or bite.

Comments

[bitterfig.livejournal.com]

This was my prompt and I love what you've done with it. Very nasty (in a good way).

[ravenbell.livejournal.com]

One good evil bastard deserves another, and what a great pair these two make. Awesome stuff. :)