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Title: Smoke and biting
Characters: Chiquita (Tachibana and Chitose)
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: Not mine
A/N: Written for the anon kink meme. Once a year, it seems, I write Chiquita drug sex for the kink meme ( last year's is here). I wanted this one to be different, and I was completely stumped for a few days before asking K8 for a prompt. Make Tachibana be the one pushing the drugs, K8 suggested. And the bunny grew swiftly from there...
So yeah, drug-use warning..
The first time Tachibana fucked himself with his fingers, it burned as much as getting a ball in the eye. That, in turn, made him think of Chitose, and he came like a punch to the gut, all the air rushing out of him, biting his lip so he wouldn't cry out.
The second time, two fingers wasn't enough, so he jammed three up there, holding his arm over his eyes and feeling the hard burn like the best tennis match, adrenaline and pain bringing him over while he choked out Senri against his arm.
There wasn't a third time. The first two had left him shaken, and to make himself STOP thinking about it, he turned to drugs.
"Hey, try speed," Kamio suggested, brow furrowing, arm around his buchou. "I mean. That's what I take before dancing all weekend. I wouldn't be able to sneak out of the house, stay up all night, and get back in time to be a good kid otherwise."
"Bad, Akira, very bad," Tachibana said, glaring at him.
"Ehehe...I mean...well," Kamio hurriedly corrected himself. "Um. How about pot?"
"Hm. You might enjoy that," Shinji said, frowning from around an end of hair between his lips. Tachibana absently reached over and removed it, giving him a Tsk for splitting his ends. "You'd enjoy that because it would slow down your mind from these 'nightmares' you've been having. Plus, if they're related to Chitose, some pot might help you understand him. After all, isn't he totally stoned most of the time?"
"...No," Tachibana said shortly, thwapping Shinji's wrist as he tried to bite his hair again. "He's actually pretty sober. Meditates a lot. I'm the bad boy of the two of us."
Two sets of eyes were on him. "I bet," Kamio said, and somehow it sounded appreciative. Tachibana stepped away uncomfortably. Sometimes having his own kabuki chorus was a little weird.
"You two go ... practice," he muttered.
"Hey, I'll hook you up," Shinji offered, and after a moment, a small hesitation, Tachibana found himself nodding. Anything, anything to keep himself from pushing bigger and bigger objects up his ass while imagining what Chitose might feel like.
*
A few days later Shinji met him behind the school and Tachibana shook his head at how much it felt like some kind of idiotic drug deal. Oh wait, it was one. He took the joint and hid it carefully down among his dirty socks and jock strap in his practice bag, and headed home before his sister and parents could get there.
Then he closed his room door, rolling up shirts to stop the smoke from emerging, and then lit some of the hippie-dippy candle shit that Miyuki had given him for his birthday, and cautiously stared at the joint. It was...hm, thicker than your usual cigarette. And it smelled weird. He lit it, mustering all of his suavity, and took a small puff. ...Not bad...
Then he coughed up half a lung.
The second puff he let sit in his cheeks a bit longer before sucking it down his throat, and the puff after that he let linger around his tongue, rolling it down in a gulp that felt gooood after a while, a puddle of heat that sank into him and eased out all of the tension in his balls, his legs, his brain. Ahhhhh...damn, it...all almost made sense. Half the joint later and Tachibana was smiling at how stupid the world was, and himself in particular.
After he was done smoking the joint he masturbated lazily, one arm behind his head, eyes out the window, hand on his dick and a highlighter pen stuck up his ass.
Of course, that's when the phone rang.
"Uh..." Tachibana chuckled at the universal ... what was it called again ... that word Chitose used... "Symbiosis? Synergy? Syn..."
"What? Uh...You okay, Kippei?" Chitose's voice was strangely worried.
"Mmmmmm...hm." Tachibana said with a little growl. He kept his hand on his dick, other hand on the phone. "How's it going, dear?"
"...Dear? Kippei, have you been...smokin' stuff?"
"Maybe," Tachibana said, and put the phone on speaker, setting it beside himself. He wasn't going to let Chitose ruin a good stoned orgasm. He brought a hand down between his legs to move the highlighter pen in a little thrust, pinching the tip of his cock a little too hard, gasping.
"I...uhhh...are you sick? What's...should I call An?"
"NO - !"
"No...it's...Senri, you fucker, you just called at a ... ummmm ... emotional time in this ... movie."
"Bullshit," Chitose snorted, voice incredulous. "So what are you on?"
You, you fucker, Tachibana wanted to say with a huge giggle, but instead he just let the thought go, leaning back on his pillow and jacking himself off, letting his breath go swiftly. Who cared, anyway. He was just one small guy in a huge, huge universe so full of light and life and ... peace, man.
"...Kippei, are you...jacking off?" Chitose's voice was suddenly darker and thicker, breathier.
"Of course...nnnnnhhhh...not," Tachibana laughed, and moaned, taking out the pen and putting his fingers up there again. He had the wrong angle for it but his fingers were long enough to jab his prostate if he fucked himself hard enough.
"I'm calling back when you're sober, idiot," Chitose said, and then there was a dial tone.
Tachibana laughed until he came, which was so hard he felt himself choke, breath restricted, eyes going dark. Then he rolled over and slept more soundly than he had in months, and only woke up to An's knock on his bedroom door.
"Baka Kippei-nii, it's time for dinner. I held off mom and dad as long as I could. Can you at least pretend to be sick?" An called into the room.
*
The next day, Tachibana received no less than seven text messages, all from Chitose (with the exception of one from Shinji, asking how it was). He finally called back later that night, lying in bed again after deciding that pot should only be used sparingly (he'd had a bad dehydration headache all day, and his ass hurt during practice, which wasn't precisely the fault of the pot).
"Sorry, why'd you call last night? I was in a ... mood."
"What. Were. You. On?"
"Oh. I smoked a joint." Then, I fucked myself and thought of you...
"Oh." There was silence for a while, and then Chitose cleared his throat. "I kinda want to try it with you, sometime. Maybe when...uh...if...I come down and visit?"
They both had a little sister issue, but An was much more mature about giving space than Miyuki was, despite An's constant quest for a 'date' with Kippei. It wasn't anything personal, Tachibana knew. It was all about carefully calculating her image...
"Yeah, I'd like that." Suddenly, Tachibana's pants felt tighter, and he found himself grinning. "Come on down."
*
They stared at each other over the incense.
"Now the trick," Tachibana said, lighting up, "is to make sure it's wet enough. It doesn't have a filter like normal cigs, so you've got to roll it around your mouth until it gets all wet."
"Roll...eh? What do you mean?"
"Here, I'll show you." Tachibana took a drag and waited, cheeks puffed out like a squirrel before he inhaled the rest of the way. Chitose giggled and Tachibana thwapped his arm.
Then he handed over the joint, waiting patiently while Chitose took a drag, then handed him water after he coughed. Tachibana's hand lingered on Chitose. "You okay, man?"
"Mmf, I see what you ~cough~ mean," Chitose said, leaning forward until his head was near Tachibana's. Chitose took another puff and then held the joint to Tachibana's lips. Somehow, Chitose's fingers remained while Tachibana took a puff, and their eyes met in a long look while Tachibana inhaled. The smoke eased the bit of worry inside of Tachibana, softening the fear, unlocking the 'beast' that Fuji said was within him...
"Purr," Tachibana giggled. The beast was kind of in its happy place.
"...What?" Chitose giggled back, and gave Tachibana a playful tickle.
Tachibana sucked in his breath at the touch and gripped Chitose's wrists. "You know how you called the other night?"
"Yeah," Chitose said, eyes going half-lidded as he took another drag.
"I was jacking off."
"Oh, sorry to interrupt."
"No, it's cool. I was thinking about you when I did it."
The silence stretched this time, Chitose's eyes on his, smoke between them like a soft blue veil. Tachibana reached over to get the joint and their hands met. He brought Chitose's hand to his mouth and took a drag of the joint, and then kissed Chitose's knuckles.
Chitose's eyes were wide on his. "Owww -- fuck," he mumbled, joint tumbling out of his fingers to land hot-side down on the hole in his pants.
Tachibana laughed, picked up the joint and ashed it. Then his fingers ran over the hole, gently soothing the burn.
"Now what?" Chitose's voice was husky, then he laughed. "Oh wait. I know."
Chitose leaned forward and kissed Tachibana. It tasted like smoke and made Tachibana moan. He opened up his mouth and would've felt embarrassed at the utterly whorish desire that flooded through him, but he didn't. The pot had dulled it to a small sheepish ache. Chitose's tongue slid into his mouth readily, however, and soon they were locked in an awkward boyish clench with their hands fisted into each other's shirts.
They ended up with Tachibana tugging Chitose over him, way too many limbs splayed across a too-small bed. Chitose rolled over and knocked Tachibana's head into the wall, and the pain was enough to make Tachibana gasp and throb in his pants.
Chitose pulled back and stared at him, shaking his head. "Pain. You're into...pain."
"You aren't?"
Their gaze held for a long moment and then they were at each other, teeth and nails out this time while they kissed, bodies shoving and pushing and gripping with their need.
They didn't even take their clothes off, just shoved hands down each other's pants, and Tachibana swore while Chitose's long fingers slid roughly up and down his dick.
"Please...Senri...bite me," Tachibana begged, and Chitose's eyes went wide and incredulous for a moment before he nodded. He leaned in, took a bit of Tachibana's neck between his teeth, and bit the fuck out of it while their hands clenched. About three seconds later Tachibana bit Chitose's shoulder so he wouldn't scream while he came.
Chitose must've gotten off on it too -- come was everywhere.
After that they both sat up shakily, edging away from each other just a little. Tachibana picked up the end of the joint and lit it back up, taking a meditative puff, avoiding Chitose's eyes.
"Um," Chitose said, and moved his knuckles up to touch the livid red marks on Tachibana's neck.
Tachibana hissed a little and pressed into the touch, finally meeting Chitose's eyes. Chitose looked amused and a little curious, and Tachibana blushed.
"I definitely want to find out more about...pot," Chitose said, and leaned in to share Tachibana's drag in a slow kiss.
Characters: Chiquita (Tachibana and Chitose)
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: Not mine
A/N: Written for the anon kink meme. Once a year, it seems, I write Chiquita drug sex for the kink meme ( last year's is here). I wanted this one to be different, and I was completely stumped for a few days before asking K8 for a prompt. Make Tachibana be the one pushing the drugs, K8 suggested. And the bunny grew swiftly from there...
So yeah, drug-use warning..
The first time Tachibana fucked himself with his fingers, it burned as much as getting a ball in the eye. That, in turn, made him think of Chitose, and he came like a punch to the gut, all the air rushing out of him, biting his lip so he wouldn't cry out.
The second time, two fingers wasn't enough, so he jammed three up there, holding his arm over his eyes and feeling the hard burn like the best tennis match, adrenaline and pain bringing him over while he choked out Senri against his arm.
There wasn't a third time. The first two had left him shaken, and to make himself STOP thinking about it, he turned to drugs.
"Hey, try speed," Kamio suggested, brow furrowing, arm around his buchou. "I mean. That's what I take before dancing all weekend. I wouldn't be able to sneak out of the house, stay up all night, and get back in time to be a good kid otherwise."
"Bad, Akira, very bad," Tachibana said, glaring at him.
"Ehehe...I mean...well," Kamio hurriedly corrected himself. "Um. How about pot?"
"Hm. You might enjoy that," Shinji said, frowning from around an end of hair between his lips. Tachibana absently reached over and removed it, giving him a Tsk for splitting his ends. "You'd enjoy that because it would slow down your mind from these 'nightmares' you've been having. Plus, if they're related to Chitose, some pot might help you understand him. After all, isn't he totally stoned most of the time?"
"...No," Tachibana said shortly, thwapping Shinji's wrist as he tried to bite his hair again. "He's actually pretty sober. Meditates a lot. I'm the bad boy of the two of us."
Two sets of eyes were on him. "I bet," Kamio said, and somehow it sounded appreciative. Tachibana stepped away uncomfortably. Sometimes having his own kabuki chorus was a little weird.
"You two go ... practice," he muttered.
"Hey, I'll hook you up," Shinji offered, and after a moment, a small hesitation, Tachibana found himself nodding. Anything, anything to keep himself from pushing bigger and bigger objects up his ass while imagining what Chitose might feel like.
*
A few days later Shinji met him behind the school and Tachibana shook his head at how much it felt like some kind of idiotic drug deal. Oh wait, it was one. He took the joint and hid it carefully down among his dirty socks and jock strap in his practice bag, and headed home before his sister and parents could get there.
Then he closed his room door, rolling up shirts to stop the smoke from emerging, and then lit some of the hippie-dippy candle shit that Miyuki had given him for his birthday, and cautiously stared at the joint. It was...hm, thicker than your usual cigarette. And it smelled weird. He lit it, mustering all of his suavity, and took a small puff. ...Not bad...
Then he coughed up half a lung.
The second puff he let sit in his cheeks a bit longer before sucking it down his throat, and the puff after that he let linger around his tongue, rolling it down in a gulp that felt gooood after a while, a puddle of heat that sank into him and eased out all of the tension in his balls, his legs, his brain. Ahhhhh...damn, it...all almost made sense. Half the joint later and Tachibana was smiling at how stupid the world was, and himself in particular.
After he was done smoking the joint he masturbated lazily, one arm behind his head, eyes out the window, hand on his dick and a highlighter pen stuck up his ass.
Of course, that's when the phone rang.
"Uh..." Tachibana chuckled at the universal ... what was it called again ... that word Chitose used... "Symbiosis? Synergy? Syn..."
"What? Uh...You okay, Kippei?" Chitose's voice was strangely worried.
"Mmmmmm...hm." Tachibana said with a little growl. He kept his hand on his dick, other hand on the phone. "How's it going, dear?"
"...Dear? Kippei, have you been...smokin' stuff?"
"Maybe," Tachibana said, and put the phone on speaker, setting it beside himself. He wasn't going to let Chitose ruin a good stoned orgasm. He brought a hand down between his legs to move the highlighter pen in a little thrust, pinching the tip of his cock a little too hard, gasping.
"I...uhhh...are you sick? What's...should I call An?"
"NO - !"
"No...it's...Senri, you fucker, you just called at a ... ummmm ... emotional time in this ... movie."
"Bullshit," Chitose snorted, voice incredulous. "So what are you on?"
You, you fucker, Tachibana wanted to say with a huge giggle, but instead he just let the thought go, leaning back on his pillow and jacking himself off, letting his breath go swiftly. Who cared, anyway. He was just one small guy in a huge, huge universe so full of light and life and ... peace, man.
"...Kippei, are you...jacking off?" Chitose's voice was suddenly darker and thicker, breathier.
"Of course...nnnnnhhhh...not," Tachibana laughed, and moaned, taking out the pen and putting his fingers up there again. He had the wrong angle for it but his fingers were long enough to jab his prostate if he fucked himself hard enough.
"I'm calling back when you're sober, idiot," Chitose said, and then there was a dial tone.
Tachibana laughed until he came, which was so hard he felt himself choke, breath restricted, eyes going dark. Then he rolled over and slept more soundly than he had in months, and only woke up to An's knock on his bedroom door.
"Baka Kippei-nii, it's time for dinner. I held off mom and dad as long as I could. Can you at least pretend to be sick?" An called into the room.
*
The next day, Tachibana received no less than seven text messages, all from Chitose (with the exception of one from Shinji, asking how it was). He finally called back later that night, lying in bed again after deciding that pot should only be used sparingly (he'd had a bad dehydration headache all day, and his ass hurt during practice, which wasn't precisely the fault of the pot).
"Sorry, why'd you call last night? I was in a ... mood."
"What. Were. You. On?"
"Oh. I smoked a joint." Then, I fucked myself and thought of you...
"Oh." There was silence for a while, and then Chitose cleared his throat. "I kinda want to try it with you, sometime. Maybe when...uh...if...I come down and visit?"
They both had a little sister issue, but An was much more mature about giving space than Miyuki was, despite An's constant quest for a 'date' with Kippei. It wasn't anything personal, Tachibana knew. It was all about carefully calculating her image...
"Yeah, I'd like that." Suddenly, Tachibana's pants felt tighter, and he found himself grinning. "Come on down."
*
They stared at each other over the incense.
"Now the trick," Tachibana said, lighting up, "is to make sure it's wet enough. It doesn't have a filter like normal cigs, so you've got to roll it around your mouth until it gets all wet."
"Roll...eh? What do you mean?"
"Here, I'll show you." Tachibana took a drag and waited, cheeks puffed out like a squirrel before he inhaled the rest of the way. Chitose giggled and Tachibana thwapped his arm.
Then he handed over the joint, waiting patiently while Chitose took a drag, then handed him water after he coughed. Tachibana's hand lingered on Chitose. "You okay, man?"
"Mmf, I see what you ~cough~ mean," Chitose said, leaning forward until his head was near Tachibana's. Chitose took another puff and then held the joint to Tachibana's lips. Somehow, Chitose's fingers remained while Tachibana took a puff, and their eyes met in a long look while Tachibana inhaled. The smoke eased the bit of worry inside of Tachibana, softening the fear, unlocking the 'beast' that Fuji said was within him...
"Purr," Tachibana giggled. The beast was kind of in its happy place.
"...What?" Chitose giggled back, and gave Tachibana a playful tickle.
Tachibana sucked in his breath at the touch and gripped Chitose's wrists. "You know how you called the other night?"
"Yeah," Chitose said, eyes going half-lidded as he took another drag.
"I was jacking off."
"Oh, sorry to interrupt."
"No, it's cool. I was thinking about you when I did it."
The silence stretched this time, Chitose's eyes on his, smoke between them like a soft blue veil. Tachibana reached over to get the joint and their hands met. He brought Chitose's hand to his mouth and took a drag of the joint, and then kissed Chitose's knuckles.
Chitose's eyes were wide on his. "Owww -- fuck," he mumbled, joint tumbling out of his fingers to land hot-side down on the hole in his pants.
Tachibana laughed, picked up the joint and ashed it. Then his fingers ran over the hole, gently soothing the burn.
"Now what?" Chitose's voice was husky, then he laughed. "Oh wait. I know."
Chitose leaned forward and kissed Tachibana. It tasted like smoke and made Tachibana moan. He opened up his mouth and would've felt embarrassed at the utterly whorish desire that flooded through him, but he didn't. The pot had dulled it to a small sheepish ache. Chitose's tongue slid into his mouth readily, however, and soon they were locked in an awkward boyish clench with their hands fisted into each other's shirts.
They ended up with Tachibana tugging Chitose over him, way too many limbs splayed across a too-small bed. Chitose rolled over and knocked Tachibana's head into the wall, and the pain was enough to make Tachibana gasp and throb in his pants.
Chitose pulled back and stared at him, shaking his head. "Pain. You're into...pain."
"You aren't?"
Their gaze held for a long moment and then they were at each other, teeth and nails out this time while they kissed, bodies shoving and pushing and gripping with their need.
They didn't even take their clothes off, just shoved hands down each other's pants, and Tachibana swore while Chitose's long fingers slid roughly up and down his dick.
"Please...Senri...bite me," Tachibana begged, and Chitose's eyes went wide and incredulous for a moment before he nodded. He leaned in, took a bit of Tachibana's neck between his teeth, and bit the fuck out of it while their hands clenched. About three seconds later Tachibana bit Chitose's shoulder so he wouldn't scream while he came.
Chitose must've gotten off on it too -- come was everywhere.
After that they both sat up shakily, edging away from each other just a little. Tachibana picked up the end of the joint and lit it back up, taking a meditative puff, avoiding Chitose's eyes.
"Um," Chitose said, and moved his knuckles up to touch the livid red marks on Tachibana's neck.
Tachibana hissed a little and pressed into the touch, finally meeting Chitose's eyes. Chitose looked amused and a little curious, and Tachibana blushed.
"I definitely want to find out more about...pot," Chitose said, and leaned in to share Tachibana's drag in a slow kiss.