Red and White Drabbles

Disclaimer: The usual. No owning-ness of chars/places etc here.
Yaoi content (male/male relations for those who don’t know). This drabble contains lemon content so please don’t read if this offends/you aren’t of legal age etc.


Drabble 2 of 50: Alcohol

Vodka on the rocks. That’s what he’s like. Chilled. Sharp. Painful to swallow. An aquired taste. But a drunk like me is easily hooked. No matter what he does to me, I’m back again the next night to drink as much of him as I can possibly handle.
He probably thinks I’m a fool. The night before I’d scream at him, tell him he’s a piece of shit. I’d leave his way-too-clean apartment in a fit of anger, breaking things as I slam the door shut and storm off down the hall. He doesn’t follow me. He knows I’ll be back. And he’s right, he’s always right.
Like an obedient dog I’m there as soon as I finish up at work, leaning against his door frame as I finish the last of my cigarette and prepare myself to knock.
But like the perfect son of a bitch that he is, just when I gather the balls to let him know I’m there, he opens the door and stares at me with those ice-cold blue eyes. I freeze under his gaze, unable to breathe for fear he’ll reject me and I won’t be able to get my fix for the night. We stand like that, simply staring at each other, until I get aggitated enough to push by him and let myself in to the little prison.
Everything is so perfect. I seem to be the only thing out of place but I don’t feel uncomfortable, I’m more than used to it. I drape myself over his couch and fumble for a cigarette. His soft voice stops me as I’m about to light, he asks me why I’m here.
I forget about my cancer stick as my eyes rest on his half-naked body and I can’t help but swallow thickly. A small white towel rests dangerously low on his hips, his perfect white skin marked only from our previous nights activities. Small purple welts on his shoulders, scratches down his chest. By Odin, he was fucking utter perfection. He folds his arms as he waits for my reply, but I’m too caught up roaming my eyes over his pale, lithe body.
“Unlike you, Turk, I have somewhere to be.”
He snaps at me, like he does when we are working, but I pay him no mind. His hair is wet and hanging over his face, framing his gorgeous blue eyes. He walks closer to me, my gaze instantly drawn to his swaying hips as he continues to tell me to leave and that I had no business in his apartment. But he knows why I’m here. Hell, he wants me here. This is just how the game is played.
“Rufus…please. Let’s skip the verbal foreplay,” my mouth is parted as he fiddles with the towel and I can’t help myself, the words just fall out of my mouth.
“Since when do you give the orders, Turk?” he’s now standing above me, his body so close I can smell the shampoo he just used, “If you keep calling me by first name, I can assure you that verbal foreplay is all the play you’ll ever get.”
And with that, I have to have him. I have to touch him. I have to let him know that I’m not playing today, that I want it my way. I lunge forward and grab his wrists, elicting a barely audible surprised gasp from his lips as I yank him back down onto the couch with me. He straddles me awkwardly for a moment, too stunned to move, before realizing that despite the advantage of being atop me, I had him pinned by the wrists.
Struggling, he tries to free himself by squirming like a self destructing Bomb, twisting and contorting his body, but to no avail. I needed to taste him. Applying more pressure to his wrists to calm him down, I arc my back up and close my lips over the side of his neck. He instantly stops struggling as I flick my tongue over his sensitive skin, lapping up the sweet taste.
I release his wrists and pull him closer against me, sinking back into the soft suede. I feel my clothing slowly becoming moist, small rivers of water dribbling over his body as I run my hands over his back. He shivers ever so slightly at my touch and I can’t help but smile against his neck.
He reaches above me and curls my hair through his fingers, stroking it gently as I continue to bite at his neck and wrap my legs around his lower-half, becoming increasingly needy with each feather light touch he delivers.
In usual Rufus style he ruins the moment, yanking my hair roughly to force a small yelp from my unsuspecting mouth. He leans closer to my body and pulls my head back, leaving my throat exposed – ready for the kill.
His free hand wanders under my unbuttoned shirt, sliding in to pinch a nipple as he sinks his teeth into the tender flesh of my neck. I cry out softly as he sucks and bites, his wet hair tickling behind my ears with each small movement he makes. I grip the suede tightly, feeling myself grow hard. I’m stimulated from all angles as he begins to rub his naked thigh between my legs.
“I thought you wanted me to stay away from you?”
I pull against the hold he has of my hair, so that I can look him in the eyes. The brilliant blue dances as I grunt a reply and shrug slightly, resulting in an uncharacteristic smirk from the other party. Slowly he unbuttons my shirt and pulls the cloth apart to expose my skinny naked torso. I lose the ability to swallow, let alone breathe, as his hand continues lower and expertly destroys the barriers defending my manhood.
I can hear him purring as he feels the defeat overcome my body, willing him to use me as he does every night. I want this. I need him. I thrust into his hand, earning a hard tug on my hair to warn me to stop. Biting my lip, a whimper escapes my mouth as I try to hold back the basic human instinct, which results in a quirked eyebrow from the blonde.
“R-Rufus…please…” I sounded so pathetic and needy but I knew it would work. He had a weakness for my begging.
He instantly releases my hair and thumping erection, then removes the towel which somehow managed to stay at his waist. The wet garment is carelessly thrown to the floor and I find myself licking at my lips as I stare at his equally erect penis.
Removing himself from atop my clumsily placed body, he rolls back onto the couch gracefully and beckons me forward. I happily oblige only to be stopped by his palm, his legs spreading slowly as he pushes my shoulders down to meet his desire with my mouth.
I smirk to myself in silent victory over getting what I want for a change, before greedily licking the tip of his penis. He gasps softly as I gently slide my lips over the swollen head taking it as slow as I can possibly manage. Gazing up at him through half-lidded eyes, I take in the sight of him completely helpless and relish in the fact that I am causing the whisper soft pants escaping his mouth. I swear the entire SOLDIER army could burst through that door and he wouldn’t so much as blink at their presence.
Taking his entire length into my mouth and trying not to gag as it presses against the back of my throat, I begin to speed things up by bobbing my head at an increasing pace. I didn’t want to finish him off quickly but would not stop until I was told for fear of being shot.
My erection was aching from the neglect, the blonde crying out and curling his fingers through my hair causing it to twitch and ache even more so. It was almost too much. I had to close my eyes and not drink in the sight of his flushed cheeks and the almost constant moans slipping through his gritted teeth.
“Faster.” He grunts out to me as his hand roughly forces my head to obey.
Unprepared for the depth from his forced action, I choke against the flesh filling my mouth which only causes him to thrust harder and faster as I try to remember how to breathe. He holds my head in place, gripping my hair so tightly that I feel tears well up in my eyes, as he continues to pound relentlessly into my mouth.
His frenzied actions have me off guard as he cries out in a higher pitch and jerks beneath me, spilling his honey-sweet liquid into my mouth. I drink it in, as much as I can swallow. It soothes the new pain in my throat and I humm in appreciation which sends another shudder through the writhing body beneath me.
Licking the remainder of his seed, I groan softly as he raises his leg to purposely brush against my ignored member. My hand drifts towards it, intent on curing the unbearable ache.
“Stop that, Turk.” His voice is once again harsh, and upon making eye contact with him I realize he has recovered and resorted to his usual self.
I suddenly feel uncomfortable again and rest my hand on his thigh to stop myself from jerking off like a mako maniac. I lick my lips as I stare at him lustfully, tasting his honey flavour all over again, in a poor attempt to seduce him into fucking the living Shiva out of me.
“Don’t look at me like that,” he says as he slaps my hand from his thigh and shuffles quickly to stand and retrieve his discarded towel, “I told you I had somewhere to be. Now thanks to you I have less than five minutes to get to my father’s office, in a respectable manner.”
I watch his perfect ass walk away from me and can’t help but pout, realising that he was serious. As he disappears into one of the rooms, I wrap my fingers around my length and growl softly as I begin to slide my hand quickly over it in an attempt to relieve myself as quietly as possible.
“Honestly Turk, get out of my apartment before my father sends one of his other lap dogs to retrieve me. No doubt you’ll be begging me for more tomorrow,” his voice echoes throughout the room and I stop my fondling as he finishes speaking.
As my blood begins to boil with lust and anger, I hastily pull my clothes back on in a disorganised manner and clench my fists by my sides. The game picks up right where it left off. I hiss out angered words at him again, my voice getting increasingly louder with each insult before I charge towards the door in a flash of red.
Even as I march towards the elevator, smoking at a mile a minute, I can’t help but remember how sweet he tasted, how smooth his skin was, how sexy his voice was. If only he would let me drop the game and stay longer. I guess there is always tomorrow.
So, in short: I’m addicted. Everyone always told me I was alcoholic, I guess they were right.


A/N: I know you guys want there to be some sort of continuation thing going on here, but I really don’t think it would be possible [and to keep everything seemingly new and interesting]. So instead I will connect/continue a few of the drabbles throughout the different themes. Please let me know if you have a better suggestion? Thank you to everyone who has reviewed! I’ll try to write the next drabble quicker!!!
Next Drabble theme: Amusement.