02-05 [LOG] Suzaku, Sasori [2/2]
Characters: Suzaku, Sasori
Status: Closed
Location: Prison, Sasori's clinic
Date: Febuary 5th
Summary: Sasori bails Suzaku out from prison and fixes him up... But this is a lesson to all of you! Do not give Suzaku aphrodisiacs! We know he's hot, but it's so not worth it, I mean honestly. Fade ending.
Warnings: Partial nudity, alot of language, Suzaku on drugs, Sasori in general, alot of blood and biting and implied sex
"I'd rather not." The hand was snatched back before being replaced on Suzaku's cheek.
"ah....." a soft sound of pleasure as he relaxed, enjoying that cool hand on his heated flesh.
The hand pulled Suzaku's face until he was looking to the ceiling, and the other hand was on the other cheek, as well. "I still don't believe you're very hot. I think you just want my hands on you."
"Why would I want...that?" he wanted to know, sighing all the same, enjoying those cool hands resting on his cheeks. It felt nice....very nice...though he didn't...want to admit it...
"I don't know. You're making noises like you do." Sasori shrugged, rubbing Suzaku's forehead with his thumb.
"Am not...." he protested, looking at the other through hazed, half-lidded eyes.
"You did as soon as I touched you. If you're so hot maybe a cold shower would do you better good." And I can get out of here with my dignity.
"I don't want to get up..." he replied, resting his hands on the other's, sliding slowly up his arms.
"Then maybe I should go so you can take a nap and sleep it off?" His fingers dug, briefly, into the golden skin.
"No...feels nice..." he replied with a soft sigh.
Sasori rolled his eyes for the millionth time. "I'm getting a cramp..."
"Then lay down." he replied, stroking his arms once more with a little laugh.
"With you? ...I think I'll pass." He sat back, taking his hands away and rubbing them over his own thigh.
"Whatever." he yawned, stretching once more, mourning the loss of those cool hands.
"You keep being boring, I'm gonna leave whether you like it or not." Sasori kicked off his boot and tried stretching the leg up and down.
"Bite me." he huffed dreamily as he stretched out, putting a hand under the pillow, as if to sleep.
"Where?" Sasori asked, casting him a look.
A roll of his eyes, shrugging that bared shoulder as he flashed Sasori a rather...coy look from beneath those bangs.
"There?"
"Sure why not!" he said with a little laugh.
Sasori rolled his eyes and sunk his teeth into that bared shoulder, hanging on just long enough to leave a mark, but no blood, before he let go. "Hmm. No blood. No fun."
"Ah..!" he yelped, turning to look at the other, half glaring half smiling. An odd contradiction.
"Ahhh!" he mocked, flailing his hands. He frowned, poking at the mark with a nail. "Too much muscle there."
"Nice bite though...." he chuckled lowly, rolling back onto his side.
"You should see the mark." Sasori ran his fingers over it, before resting an arm over Suzaku's side, and his chin on his hand.
"That bad....?" he murmured, his other hand rising as if to touch the wound, seeming unmindful of the hand over his side.
"If I do say so myself." Sasori rolled over so his stomach was draped over Suzaku's side.
"Kinky...." he glanced at the other with an arched brow, offering that wholly catlike smile.
"You expected other wise?"
"From you....nnn...no...you're kinky. Can look at you and see that." he murmured.
"It's always the small ones who get targeted for that." Sasori rolled his eyes.
"Tiny things like you." he agreed dreamily.
"Small! Not tiny!"
"Adorable, small little munchkin with sharp teeth." he teased cruelly.
"You call me that again I'm gonna tie you up here and leave you for the rest of the week."
".............................."
"And lock the room."
"No." he pouted, turning to offer Sasori an indignant glare.
"Then don't call me that."
"Fine." he huffed.
"The beast can learn." Sasori reached up to run his fingers over the bite mark on Suzaku's neck.
"The beast..." he growled. "Doesn't mind listening now and then."
"Oh wait. Birds aren't beasts. Bunnies can be beasts though." Sasori sat up again and put his back to the foot of the bed. Thirty minutes more of this and he'd jump out the window.
"You are a beast. I'm a bird." he murmured sleepily, turning away from the other, fully presenting his back.
"Thank you." Sasori nodded his head courteously. "You want some more tea?" Now Sasori had to think; did he put the goddamn thing in all of it or just that cup?
"Cold tea...." he murmured, nodding his head but otherwise trying not to move.
"Ok." Sasori got up and left the room, going back downstairs to the medicine room before Suzaku could stop him. Hey, bunnies were quick.
Suzaku didn't try to stop him, merely slipping beneath the cool sheets, pulling the thin covering over himself. It felt....ah...it felt nice...
Sasori came back in a few minutes with a cup with some of the iced throat tea. He handed it to Suzaku warily, as if it were a bomb, then sat on the foot of the bed.
He accepted the tea, forcing himself to sit up, pressing the iced glass to his cheek, enjoying it's cold feeling. Moisture beaded onto the glass, sliding down his cheek as it melded with his flesh.
Sasori barely paid attention, trying to remember where he'd added the goddamn stupid drug that had turned Suzaku Topsy-turvy. This wasn't normally a problem, but he'd been... well... distracted.
"Throat feels a little better..." he murmured softly, peering at the other with those heated eyes as he held the glass to his cheek for a moment before taking another sip.
Sasori peered at him through his fingers as if expecting disaster. "Good," he muttered.
"I want to go home...." he murmured at last, sighing, shaking his head...but returning his eyes to Sasori again and again.
"Your clothes have another half hour. I checked when I went down... What is that, like a twelve-take?"
"Shut up." he murmured irritably, pushing at his robe, then pulling it back up over his chest, leaving his arms bare for the moment, unconcerned
"...Still feel hot?" he asked, one eye wincing as if this answer had a lot riding on it. Which it did. Sort of. If it was a yes, Sasori would swear of aphrodisiacs for... a week. Yeah, a week.
"Uh huh....the sheets help though for now...nice and cold....and this tea...." he purred, tongue flickering over the rim of the glass.
"Well.. let me know if you start heating up again."
"Mmm...." he purred. nodding his head as he let his eyes slide warmly over Sasori. "Now....?"
"...Now you're heating up again?"
"Mmhm...." he murmured, tongue flickering at the tip of the glass once more.
"...." Sasori slowly let his eyes rest in his palm. Off aphrodisiacs for a week. Yep. A whole seven days. "Poor thing."
He reached for the next sheet and tugged it over himself, half contemplating shoving the robe off entirely. Glaring at the robe as he thought it over, hands picking at the sleeves.
"...Revealing of evil plan. That's two aphrodisiacs you've had in a row. You're handling it quite nicely." Like a scientist talking to his lab rat.
"Hmm....?" he turned to look at the other, blinking those hazy eyes, narrowing as he listened.
"Aphrodisiacs. Please tell me you know what those are?"
HE...well he tried to sit up a little more, surprised, looking at the other. The words penetrated his mind....if only offering him half the fury he would normally possess. "I...know what they are!"
"Oh good, I thought I was going to have to hit you over the head and read the Wikipedia description to you." Sasori rolled his eyes.
Well...it was enough to clean away some of the fog from the drugs. "You...."
"I told you, you owe me. Not sex, exactly. Just the embarrassment." Sasori pressed a finger to his lips. "I won't tell anyone."
"You...." he panted, sitting up a little straighter, curling his legs beneath himself, looking...wholly vulnerable for a moment as he gazed at the other. Shocked...still drugged...which skewed his decisions all to hell...and yet he admired Sasori's cunning.
"You keep saying that. Should I just let you finish that thought?"
"I....you...you inventive bastard....I'll kill...you...when I can...." he murmured.
"Sure you will." Sasori nodded. "You're not the first to say that."
He snorted, wrapping his arms about a pillow, cheek pressing to it, staring at the other in hatred...eyes hazed before he looked away.
"You still don't want to be alone?" Sasori asked with gentleness that would put a mother to shame, and a mocking tone that would send them clutching their hearts.
"You...you stay away from me..." he hissed as he started to stand, jerking the robe on despite the heat
"No more biting?" He touched both fingers to his own cheeks, pouting just the slightest.
"NO!" he snarled, jerking the robe closer about himself, moving to exit the room.
"Cold shower sounds nice, hmm?" Sasori got up off the bed and nudged past him, purposeful contact, before opening the door and heading downstairs.
A gasp at that contact, shuddering a little, pausing, glaring at the other so intently as he strode downstairs so calmly
"Maybe an ice pack, too..." Sasori smirked at him before turning down into the stairs. "Or we could turn you into a brothel and have you fuck it out all night."
"You .....you!" he sputtered, utterly horrified at the idea, darting after the other, peering down those stairs for him.
"Fuck it out with me? Oh no. Mm-mm, no way." Sasori made the sign against evil as he walked backwards down the stairs; a nice skill, but not one he was good at. He fell three steps to go.
"I wouldn't fuck you if I had to." he snarled, recoiling at the very thought. And he slid down those stairs, glaring furiously at the other, licking his lips once more. So hot...too hot....and angry....not helping...
"That's reassuring." Sasori calmly picked himself up. "But with that in mind, you're stuck like that." And that was mildly insulting.
"Then I'll just wait it out....yes...." he murmured, following, but keeping his distance, even if he merely wanted to feel the other's cool hands on his flesh. NO! NO NO NO! NEver!
"Or do the one-handed mambo until you're done." Sasori went into the medicine room and tossed out the old tea and started making it up from scratch again.
"You're so vile." he huffed, wrapping his arms about himself, trying not to think of that. No way.
"I know," he purred, measuring some dried leaves. These were placed under the pestle and crushed up. He almost... almost considered nasty movements on the pestle. But didn't.
He turned away, refusing to glance at the other, feeling...too vulnerable, too nude in only that robe, no matter how hot...uncomfortable...
"I'll give this to you... when you have proper pockets to put it in. Let me see your neck bandages. I bit part of them off."
"Don't get too close..." he murmured, taking a step back, half glaring at the other, hand flying up...his bandages were torn, hanging about his neck.
Sasori gave him a thoroughly annoyed look. "I'm not going to throw you to the ground and rape you. I just want to look. I won't even touch you more than I have to." He held out his hands, beckoning him closer.
"Like you could." he sneered as he glanced at the other, slowly moving forward, if only because he knew Sasori could treat his wounds, perhaps better than his kindly old family doctor.
The torn bandages were pinched and pulled away, and Sasori went to get the salve again, as well as some fresh bandages.
Suzaku looked away, wrapping his arms about his waist, glancing at the wall, the ceiling...anything else than where Sasori had gone.
When Sasori came back, he had the package of bandages, wrapped in plastic, in his mouth, and was dipping his fingers into the salve. This was spread, ever so lightly, over the lightly bruised flesh; thus far the only contact made.
Against his will he relaxed a little, enjoying that if nothing else. His throat was SORE...but the cool salve felt nice....
The bandages were then patted on and smoothed, and Sasori went to wash his hands. "If you take a shower later today, don't let them get wet, because they'll fall off and hot water will fire up the salve and probably scar you." The fact that Sasori made such double-sided medication should be a source of wonder.
"I won't get them wet." he replied in a sneer, patting his collarbone lightly, wondering at the other's methods to himself.
"And come back tomorrow," Sasori reminded him.
"!!!!!" he looked startled but nodded, eying Sasori warily.
"...What!?"
"Nothing." he replied, looking away, hands wrapping tighter about himself as he moved away far away from Sasori.
"Don't be boring. Teenagers these days..." Sasori rolled his eyes and started cleaning up from mixing the tea leaves. "Honestly."
"Don't tell me what to do." he sneered, glancing at the other. "I may listen as if you're my doctor...but socially you have no control over me."
"Thank god. I wouldn't want your actions held against me."
"Oh shut up." he murmured in that thoroughly annoyed tone, letting his gaze slant to the other, as if displeased. well...now he had a slightly better grasp of how devious his friend was...better, easier to watch out now...
"I'll have you know," Sasori said coolly, pointing in the general direction of the doors, indicating the city, "that to those goons, I am a respectable member of society, and have been invited to three family events. I'm spiking the punch obviously, but I'm respectable. You were just sprung from prison."
The blond sank into a chair, rubbing his forehead with his hands, a soft groan escaping him. If this ended up on his record....he'd have to buy off the police, if need be...find a way to have it "forgotten".....
"It's a good thing for you that station is on my patients list and I have their nuts in my hand."
At that...he looked up, bright violet eyes washing over Sasori intently. He would....?
"But boy are you going to have to cough up."
"How much?" he asked with an arched brow, leaning back in the seat. Money...really wasn't an option. Not when he could dip his hand into daddy's pocketbook at any time.
"I'll decide when I figure out if I'm moving in here or staying in my apartment."
"Going to live here...?" a curled lip. Scary.
"I've been getting some overnight patients. Car-crashes, etc. It's alright to stay the night but commuting is annoying." Sasori shrugged.
"Pity..." he murmured, finding it...hard to care for those people and their problems. His current problem was more important.
"I'm sure you'll miss me, but I think you'll manage. Besides, your father's building is down the street." He pointed in the general direction. It was custom for Sasori to find out as much as he could about everyone he knew.
"Yes, it's rather close. That's why I chose it. Close to work and the University." he replied, nose tilting ever so gently upward.
Sasori scrunched up his nose. "Tokyo U is lacking in finesse. I don't see why everyone finds it so delightful."
"It's hardly delightful..." he sniffed. "It's merely a means to an end...besides...I think my business professors already hate me." he joked lightly.
"Piss them off enough or become assertive in your opinions and you'll get expelled." Sasori was not an expert on this; his own 'assertive opinions' had been nothing short of murder.
"Oh know...they won't expel me...most want a good word from me to father!" this was very amusing, and he laughed for it, if softly.
"....Are they on drugs?" Sasori scrunched his nose again and tilted his head to the side.
Well that single word sobered him up a little.
"Probably. Or they're just mad I already make twice what they make, if not three times."
"For just sitting on your ass and signing papers." Sasori was no one to talk. Half of the inheritance from his father and mother, not including his trust fund, could have built Sasori his own house exactly where he wanted it.
Which was actually what he was saving that half for.
The rest was spent on himself.
"Handling calls, and believe it or not Doing interviews and handling meetings when my father is not present. Ah...and he should still be in America..." he sighed in relief. The LAST thin he needed was for his father to find out!
"...." Sasori turned and gave Suzaku a Cheshire look that read disaster.
He glanced warily at the other. "STOP looking at me like that...ugh." he snorted, standing once more, deliberately moving towards the other.
"You dun wanchu pawpaw to find out?" Sasori simpered. "Hmm..." Just how much money could he make with this operation?
".....Quite simply, Akasuna-san, go and fuck yourself. You aren't getting any more money,"
"Then I'll just have to tell your daddy."
Eyes narrowed, nostrils flaring. And again that jaw began working furiously.
"You don't scare me, Nakashima-san," Sasori said gently, washing his pestle and mortar off.
"Neither do...you scare me, Akasuna-san." he murmured thoughtfully, tossing his head, carefully keeping fingers to his neck to protect it from hurting with that movement.
"I wouldn't expect you to..." But Sasori liked having people dance in the palm of his hand... more than anything he loved making other people hurt, in any way possible. Even Suzaku. As seen.
Granted, Suzaku was rather proud in that instance...oddly enough. Lips curved into a wicked smile, then he bowed his head, shoulders shaking with silent laughter.
"...What?" He frowned. "What? Why're you laughing?"
More laughter, louder as he moved closer to Sasori. And he leaned closer, stroking his cheek. "I think I've done quite well in choosing the perfect friend. You're devious, cunning, exacting, cruel....and adorable when surprised." he took a perverse pleasure in the other's cruelty.
"That's the aphrodisiac talking." That hand was caught in one of Sasori's and pulled away from his soft cheek, kept so from religious facial scrubs,
The other hand came up instead, nails scraping down his throat. "No...that's the part that can think clearly...that isn't screaming at me to just bend you over a window so you can scream for the world while I take you." he chuckled.
"That sounds tempting," was the smiled reply as he leaned away from those nails. "And if I respectfully decline, it won't make a difference, will it?"
"Would it...?" he countered, smile growing.
"I'm asking you if it would."
"No..." he purred, smile growing into his own rather Cheshire grin.
"Well then. I'll just leave it to you to decide which voice to listen to." That wasn't very reassuring.
Not very reassuring at all. And being that close to Sasori...well he was getting a headache on top of other ailments. Soreness for one, that uncomfortable heat for another.
The hand on Sasori's throat was pulled away, attempt thereof at least.
Suzaku's hand remained firm, squeezing juts a little as he pushed the other back towards the wall. "You play so many game with me...but while I may bend for the sake of interest in some sort of friendship...I play back." he promised huskily.
"You're an inspiration to us all, Nakashima-san," Sasori said innocently, bracing his head for when he was pushed against the wall. His back could handle it; his head was like a bobble.
"Now...if I...press close you'll probably go for a low blow...won't you...?" he teased, bringing his face closer to Sasori's
"If I didn't think you'd do the same to me, yes."
"I would." he promised cruelly.
"Then I probably won't."
"I'll take that as a 'won't.' " he murmured, pressing closer, just a little, hand remaining firmly tucked over his throat.
Sasori tilted his head away from that hand, rolling his eyes. "When I have enough running space, though, that you can't catch me..."
"Maybe so..." he chuckled before his lips descended rather forcefully over Sasori's.
"Mmph?!" Sasori really protested at that, letting go of Suzaku's wrists and pushing the balls of his fists against the ruby blond's shoulders.
He chuckled then, letting the other go and dancing back, rubbing the back of his hand against his lips. Chuckles soon enough became triumphant laughter. Ahhh....even if part of him was utterly...disgusted...ah well the other half was satisfied at the look on his face and that stolen kiss.
Sasori stared, horror struck, before grabbing the mortar out of the sink and flinging it.
He dodged, laughing all the more at that look of horror. That angelic smile seemed wholly out of place now. Ah! Revenge was that look of horror, that stolen kiss, taken against another's will. How delicious!
The pestle followed closely, along with whatever heavy object Sasori could get his hands on. He didn't scream or shout; that would be girly. But he was very.... very.... very annoyed.
Suzaku was already moving out of the room to remain safe enough, leaning against the wall out of sight. And still laughing.
"Don't you laugh you fucking bastard!" Sasori snapped, going after him, scalpel in hand.
That snapping tone had him moving away, too amused...and well...he knew Sasori well enough to know that revenge would never be over between them. He had a feeling they would constantly be trying to outdo one another.
"Hold still!" he ordered, reaching out to grab at the robe with his free hand.
"So you can CUT me?! NO!" he replied, snarling now as he tried to keep the edges of the robe about him, away from the other's hands.
"You KISSED me! I get to cut you!"
"And you took it like a girl!" he replied, darting into a room and moving to shove the door closed.
Sasori stuck his foot between door and wall and tried to edge in. "I did not!"
"You're acting like I raped you now! Che, you wouldn't' hold still long enough anyway." he sneered, still trying to close the door.
"Th--... you... That's entirely different!" Sasori sputtered; he figured he had the right to be a little flustered and annoyed. He'd check records later but hopefully that kiss wouldn't count.
"Was it your first kiss, Sasori?" he asked, cheeks flushed with enjoyment of the other's turmoil, the tables being turned, if temporarily
"No!" he snapped. Not literally; he'd been kissed before... just not on the lips.
"Drop the scalpel!" he laughed, still leaning his weight against the door
"If I do will you open the door?"
"Drop the scalpel to the ground and I'll open the door. I don't want you picking it up."
Sasori turned and tossed the scalpel into the waiting room. "There."
It took a moment...before finally that door slid open, Suzaku warily moving away.
Sasori stormed in and kicked Suzaku soundly in the shin.
A bark of pain left him, crouching, rubbing at his poor shin. "You little bitch." he hissed through the pain, still chuckling ever so lightly.
Sasori crossed his arms and glared. "Serve you right."
"You're right. But it was worth it if only to see the horrified look on your face." he chuckled, rising, turning away.
"I WAS NOT HORRIFIED!!"
"Temper, Akasuna-san."
"Don't you tell ME to control my temper! You who got in a jail because of yours!" Those hands planted on his hips and he glared.
He shrugged a little...but Sasori was right in any case....
Now Sasori wished he'd flung the scalpel at Suzaku instead of away. He turned his head away and wiped his mouth off on his shoulder in disgust.
It didn't bother Suzaku if Sasori was disgusted..he felt a little...odd himself for having done something so impulsive, and sneered, turning away.
"I'm not a fag, I'm gonna get married and have a heir and be all high and mighty and stupid," Sasori said, mimicking Suzaku's voice almost perfectly.
"I'm not a fag just because I kissed you." he sneered.
"No?"
"Tch. no." he sneered, giving him a thoroughly annoyed glance, rolling his eyes.
"Had me fooled. Coincidentally, hanging me out the window while you take me would be a surefire way to be considered a fag, too."
"YOU'RE FUCKING FAULT!" he roared, stepping towards him once more. "YOU'RE THE one who fed me this FUCKING aphrodisiac that makes me want to fuck!"
"Temper, Nakashima." Oh yes! The kicks are in!
"Temper nothing! You fed this to me, now YOU have to deal with whatever ramifications." he snorted.
"What kind of fool do you take me for?" Sasori asked with raised eyebrows.
"One who fed someone with a temper problem drugs to make them horny." he snorted, eyes narrowing.
"That was for my own personal amusement." The eyes crinkled up in a little smile.
"Yeah. And it got you to lose your first kiss too, didn't it?" he asked with a wry chuckle.
"That has nothing to do with it!" Sasori snapped, actually stomping his foot.
"How cute. You get me horny because of drugs and then bitch when you get stuck with the result." he was starting to get a headache from trying to remain clear-minded
"I was planning on releasing you into an unsuspecting public and following with a clipboard to record the results like I do most of my patients," Sasori said, cool as a glacier.
"Looks like that idea was blown to hell wasn't it?" he replied, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Yeah it went down the tubes as soon as I felt sorry for you."
That...caused a flicker of surprise in his eyes, laced with wary concern. He backed away, still sore, still...utterly confused and gaining more of a headache. "You...feel sympathy...?"
"Yeah." It was Sasori's turn to cross his arms. "Contrary to popular belief, I do feel at times." That wasn't an impression he liked to encourage. "And if you tell anyone you can plan on spending the next six months like this."
Surprised...a little grateful but Suzaku was never one for the more graceful of emotions and merely nodding, hand rising to press and rub against his temple.
"Good." Sasori studied the wall. Hmm... new wallpaper in here, too, maybe.
"I don't feel well either way." he whispered harshly, peering at the other with narrowed slits for eyes.
"My sympathy for you ran dry about five minutes ago."
"I don't care..." he replied, still pleased, remembering the horrified look on his...friend's...face. But he rose, keeping the robe about himself as he tread towards the door out of the room.
"Where are you going?" Sasori demanded, moving out of the way.
"I don't know yet. Maybe back to bed for the moment."
"Good luck with that."
"What do you mean?" he turned to look at the other tiredly, trying to keep from studying him overmuch. Trying.
"I'm not going with you this time," Sasori replied, preparing himself to grab the door frame if he were to be pounced upon and dragged.
"I can handle myself." he sneered, backing away from the other, rather uncertain he wanted Sasori to get close and end up in another rather...embarrassing situation.
"Really, I didn't know. Last time I had to practically hold your hand and tuck you in. Do you require a bedtime story as well?" He couldn't resist taunting.
"Fuck you." he sneered before turning away, strolling away at a rather accelerated pace. No, he did not need that mental image.
"....No!" Sasori snapped after starring for half a moment.
"Che. Just a stuck up bitch who got his first kiss form a friend he had to drug." he taunted back, breaking from the room. Now where...where had that bedroom been...?
"I have been kissed before!" he retorted, stomping after him despite himself.
"Not on the lips if your reaction was any indicaaaation~" he replied without looking over his shoulder.
"I was surprised!"
"Serves you right for...for drugging me..." he murmured, pausing for a moment, leaning against a door frame thoughtfully, rubbing at his forehead once more.
"Serves you right for cracking my head on the floor."
"You carry grudges for a long time, don't you...?" He frowned, swinging his gaze back, the sudden movement causing him to groan softly. Dizzy, hot...ugh. "Guess that's to be expected from someone I call friend."
"Of course I do." Sasori could even recall every wrong done him from the time he was three. "You dug the hole." Sasori shrugged.
Suzaku never forgot a slight either...that had been proven in a few elevator maintenance men who had had their salaries cut because of his temper.
"If you want to go to bed though, feel free." Sasori waved his hand lightly. "Plenty of beds to pick from."
"Better than other things." he snapped guardedly.
"What what might that be?" He scowled.
"Better if I just sleep than contemplate bending you over and making you scream like a bitch." he snarled, swinging himself into the next room he passed.
"I would not scream, and stop calling me a bitch!" Sasori snapped, storming after him, thoroughly annoyed now.
"I dunno...you look like someone who'd scream." he snickered despite himself, pushing himself into the chair, panting softly.
"I wouldn't. Not unless you were pushing me over the window like you said before. Then I'd be screaming about how damn cold it was."
"I dunno, that could be amusing." he snickered, slumping away in the chair, smiling to himself.
"I'm sure it's a giggle fest." Sasori rolled his eyes, leaning against the door frame.
"Yeah...it is." he smirked, peering at the other for a moment before turning away once more. yes...the wall was good. Better to focus on.
Sasori glared, then looked to the opposite wall. He wanted to go and take care of his files and mail, but didn't want to risk getting jumped.
"When can I just...go home? Take a nap and how long...is this going to last?" he asked at last, forcing himself upwards once more.
"When your clothes are done," Sasori snapped.
"You must have an ancient washer..."
"You probably don't know, since you probably don't wash your own laundry, but all cycles take an hour to an hour and a half."
Suzaku was incensed! Completely and utterly outraged! "Of course I don't do my own laundry!" he snapped.
"So you wouldn't know how long it takes." Sasori shrugged.
"....whatever." he said, weary form his tempered outburst.
"It should be another fifteen minutes. And the drug will wear off... um..." He hesitated; for the first time in a while. The drug would wear off when Suzaku had had enough sex. But he wasn't sure he could run fast enough after that.
"Well?" he snapped, turning to look at the other. "I'm getting tired of these bouts of being tired and being horny. And I warn you right now I'm slipping into the latter."
"It'll wear off in... um...." Sasori scratched the back of the head. "Well I can always drop you off at the strip club I worked at..."
"....I will NOT go into someplace where everything is likely diseased!" he looked incensed at the idea.
"It's clean enough."
"I don't CARE!"
"Stop yelling at me!"
"Make me!"
"No! That would involve touching you so I can slap you!"
"Careful." he sneered, sitting up. "Cause of you I might take it as a come on."
"Note I'm not slapping you. The drug will wear off whenever you have enough sex, and you've had two doses!" Sasori snapped.... then smacked his palm over his eyes,
Those eyes flew open...and slowly...slowly he stood up. "You...two doses...You've turned me into a fucking incubus?!" he snarled.
"Something like that..." Sasori took a precautionary step back.
"Oh that's it!" he swore rising, fury dancing in his eyes as he darted towards the other.
"No no no!" Sasori darted away, running upstairs.
"Get back here!" he snarled, chasing after him. "This is YOUR mess, you're going to HELP me!"
"Like hell I am!" Sasori ran down the hall and up a second flight of stairs, to the third floor.
And he followed, clutching at his robe for modest, to keep it from flying open. Oh...and he was quite furious with Sasori knowing this. Two doses with no chance of just...sleeping it off?!
A door upstairs was opened and slammed shut, following by footsteps around the room, looking for a place to hide.
Suzaku was hot on his heels and eager to find him. Oh no, he would not be left in this situation! Sasori WOULD find a way to help him!
Unfortunately, the third floor has as many doors as the second floor. But the room number signs were hung on nails, and only one--twenty-three--was swinging.
And he charged towards it, thankful that with bare feet he was near soundless despite his fevered movements. A grin worked it's way to his tired lips. Ah...this hunt was just making him MORE....romantically inclined.
The room appeared empty; not so, however, because there was a closet and a bed in there. Sasori was under the bed, clinging to the under bars so he wasn't touching the floor.
"Come out come out Akasuna-chaaan." he sang out, pushing the door closed, moving for the moment to just shove a chair over the door to make any escape rather...daunting. Then...he crept towards the closet.
Not on your life... I'm staying right here and contemplating working on improving my spying skills... Sasori thought, barely moving an inch. He was small, but he had a pretty good grip and could stay a certain way for a while.
The closet was thrown open, examined slowly. Nothing...nothing at all. Frowning he peered about it once more before stepping away, eyes falling to the bed...
Very... very slowly, Sasori turned his head, watching those bare feet move around the room. With an inward groan, he squeezed himself closer to the bed in an attempt to perhaps merge with it.
"The longer you draw this out, the long I'm taking this out on your ass, Sasori." he growled, kicking under the bed once, glancing at the closet again.
Sasori shrank away from the foot, biting his tongue to say anything smart ass.
"Saaaasooooriiiiichaaaan....." he sang out softly, kneeling to peer beneath the bed. Was he...under the bed? He wouldn't put it past him.
Don't call me that, you jackass! I will rip your eyeballs out and shove them up your nostrils! Sasori didn't dare move... and was just glad he was wearing black. At first glance, no one was under the bed. But if Suzaku stuck his head under and up, he would see... those pale arms. Dammit!
"You know...I know you have to be in here...." he murmured, sliding a hand under the bed where he couldn't see well. "I'll find you...and I'm taking every bit of this agony out on your ass."
Not if I cut your dick off Sasori thought darkly... hoping... well, more like praying to every god he knew of... that his hair didn't brush against... anything.
Nothing...nothing...AH! He felt flesh, fabric and jerked hard!
"Ow!" Sasori yelped, now that the cat... or the scorpion... was out of the bag.
Another fierce tug, panting softly. "Get the fuck out here you little coward!" he snarled, eyes flaring. Oh now...Sasori would not get away from his rage easily.
"I am not a coward!" Those long fingers hung onto the bars, so that the bed jerked just a bit.
In a fit of rage at being denied the other, and at being taunted, humiliated, drugged and then of course prison, he let go, gripping the metal bar of th bed. And he hefted with the intent to toss it over, if he could.
"No no no! Don't you dare!" Sasori's hazel eyes widened as the bed was tipped upward.
He tipped it up and over with a grunt of pure phoenix rage and immediately moved forward with the intent of catching his previously hidden quarry.
The aforementioned prey darted over the bed and made a break for the door.
Whirling angrily he reached for Sasori's arm, glad he had thought to put the chair in front of the door.
Instantly, those nails dug into that hand, thrashing. "Let go!" he ordered.
A faint laugh at those nails slid into his hand, pushing, trying to force the other against the wall. "NO"
Sasori dug his heels into the floor, as best he could with the hard wood, twisting his wrist around in that hold and clawing. On the thought of being pushed against a wall again and sucked in his lips to prevent any further kissing.
A low chuckle of sick amusement at the other's struggles, shoving him towards the wall. "I like struggling it seems." he mused, grinning down at the other. One foot half raised, trying to keep him balanced against the bare, hard wood floor as he leaned closer, carefully positioning himself to protect his privates.
Sasori just scowled; he would have bitten into that hand except... that left bad results.
"You wanna bite me again...?" he panted, putting his face close to Sasori's, leering like a devil, face stuck in a grim mask of amusement. Hand rose, shoving Sasori's face away, breathing once, harshly against the flesh of his throat.
A shiver couldn't be repressed as that hot breath shot down his spine. In response to the question he just growled against his sucked in lips, scowling.
"You're going to pay for every moment of my humiliation." he promised before sinking his teeth into the juncture where throat met shoulder.
Suzaku's hands were released and Sasori pushed his own against the ruby blond's shoulders. He didn't bother crying out in pain; that would just set Suzaku off and would be a waste of breath. Besides, he'd have to show his lips.
He hung on all the more, his own hands coming up in an attempt to capture those annoying hands that shoved at his shoulder.
Those annoying hands dug into Suzaku's throat, pulling. Not to strangle, but to get his teeth away from Sasori's neck. It seemed... Suzaku's neck bandages were doomed to be continuously reapplied.
Teeth snapped at his flesh, sinking deeper in before he was wrenched free with a cough, gasping, panting once more for breath. Warmth was at his lips and he wondered if he'd made the other bleed, trying to peer at the wound.
Those brown eyes darted to Suzaku's lips when he broke away, then widened all around until the whites could be seen. "Bastard!" was the muffled growl.
Lips curved upwards, almost...enjoying the look, the way the whites of those eyes could be seen. "My parents were married." he panted, standing before the other, keeping his eyes locked on him.
"Were, but no more." Sasori's eyes darted away, avoiding looking at that blood, even though he could feel a few drops running over his skin.
"Happens when one dies." he snorted, licking his lips, leaning closer once more. "Have I scared the little bunny rabbit...?"
"I've told you before, I don't get scared," Sasori snapped before sucking his lips in again.
"You look scared. Almost...kinda cute." he panted before shoving the other's face away again, leaning close to snap his lips over the wound in a repeat bite.
"Stop that!" he ordered, as if reprimanding a disobedient child, shoving against him.
"Make me." he replied harshly, pushing his fist into the other's midsection, attempting to knock some air from him. Oh no, he wouldn't be humiliated again.
Sasori tried to wiggle away when he saw the fist coming, and in doing so it only hit his side, not his stomach. Those nails dug into Suzaku's cheeks, dragging hard.
"You little bitch!" he swore for perhaps the thousandth time, grabbing those shoulders, turning with Sasori and shoving the other backwards towards the tipped over bed.
If Sasori had been a heavier individual, he would have let his feet go and dragged Suzaku down and perhaps kneed him in the gut. But he weighed in at about ninety-five pounds at the moment due to the fact he skipped breakfast, and, it seemed, would also be skipping lunch. Instead he just thrashed around.
Suzaku let him thrash, shoving him down with a laugh. "You should...see yourself from my side! And you're bleeding!" he added, chortling with glee
"Shut up!" Sasori had his eyes closed so he couldn't see the blood on Suzaku's mouth, if it hadn't been licked away.
A little remained, forgotten, drying on his lips as he leaned closer to the other.
"If you kiss me again I'm going to bite your tongue off."
"How 'bout I just roll you over and get rid of this drugged effect?" he sneered.
"I'll head butt you." He didn't like being used. Not at all. Maybe he'd add a second week to his punishment off aphrodisiacs.... No, he had a couple of kids coming in for pills later.
"Not if you're flat on your stomach you won't." he sneered, pushing the other down, using long arms to try and pin Sasori's arms down, legs resting atop Sasori's.
"I'll jerk my head back," he muttered, wiggling from side to side.
"I don't have to be close to your head, Sasori-chan." he tsked in amusement, leaning close to examine his shoulder, careful to stay out of head butting range. "You're still bleeding."
"I can feel that, dammit!" Sasori exhaled sharply in annoyance. "But consider the fact that you wouldn't humiliate me in return for your humiliation if I'm horny, as well."
"Right now I want this drugs effect to wear off." he said flatly, glaring down at the other before a grin touched his lips.
"That's pretty selfish... but understandable."
"Of course it's understandable. I'm horny, it's you're fault. You're the only one here." he panted, glaring down at him. "Either make an antidote or face consequences."
"I don't know of an antidote for aphrodisiacs. I'll look into it ASAP." Sasori cracked an eye open to glare.
"Where does that leave me? You gave me a fucking double dose!"
"That leaves option B and selective memory on my part."
"Che." he sneered, staring down at him, glaring, furious, humiliated. He wanted to push him over, he wanted to punch him he wanted...wanted to be normal and just go home! "I'm going to kill you for this."
"I've heard that before." The eye was closed again.
Lips descended on his once more, kissing hungrily, trying to punish Sasori. Trying to force that humiliation, frustration and anger all on the other.
Again Sasori produced a muffled protest, struggling and wriggling. Those brown eyes opened wide once more as he thrust his upper body against Suzaku's in an attempt to thrown him off.
Hands kept him neatly pinned, legs trying to rest atop Sasori's. Neither of them weighed much it seemed, Suzaku only normally weighing about one hundred and twenty pounds, less for not eating for a few days.
Wriggling proved useless, and instead he tried turning his head to the side. It would be much easier to just give in and forget about it later... but his ego was at stake.
That head turned, teeth snapping down over his throat, scouring it with bites and nips to try and produce a reaction from the other.
If a groan was what he was looking for... well, he got it. The sound escaped Sasori before he could keep it in check.
Sharper, harder, teeth scoured that pale throat, hands sliding over those lightly muscled arms, reveling in the cool flesh. Yes, lucid and yet having clarity, knowing what was happening and being horrified at not caring how he fixed it so long as it was fixed.
Hands now free, they slid under the robe, down Suzaku's back. In something just barely short of a surrender--short because it was done with something of a grimace--Sasori turned his head to the side, giving Suzaku more biting room.
Back arched, remaining somewhat loft above the smaller male, in fear perhaps subconsciously of a tricky retribution. But still he pressed as close as he dared, nipping and biting at the other's tender flesh.
Sasori growled at that, using his hands on Suzaku's back to try and press him back down, the nails digging into the soft skin of Suzaku's back.
A moment of resistance before he leaned closer, giving a feverish growl, nipping harshly at his jawline.
Sasori moved his head away from those teeth. Both his legs wriggled themselves out from under Suzaku's so Suzaku was between them. Well... at least they'd be harder to take off?
A moment's relaxation, panting softly as he lowered himself atop Sasori, glaring down at him. "I hate you." he sighed before pressing his lips to that shoulder he'd bitten. He didn't really care to find those hands, or hold them, he merely wanted the heat, the effects of those aphrodisiacs to wear off.
"You keep repeating yourself, it's annoying..." Sasori muttered, digging his nails into Suzaku's back.
A gasp at those nails pressing against his back, in turn pressing himself down, grinding against Sasori rather harshly.
It was Sasori's turn to gasp, pushing up against those harsh movements. His head dug back into the mattress on which they'd landed, his nails loosening till just his palms rested against Suzaku's skin.
Cool hands. They felt heavenly against that warm flesh and as Sasori pressed upwards he pressed down. A hand slid between them shoving Sasori's tank top up, panting as he explored cool flesh.
Sasori's legs bent up as his back arched against that wandering hand over his torso. His reasoning to just going with the flow was simple; enjoy himself now, forget all about it later and act like nothing happened.
Probably for the best, it was what the brat atop him would likely planned on doing. But for now...for now he merely enjoyed exploring the other, shoving that shirt up. The other hand slid lower, nails scraping over his abdomen as they examined the trimming of the waistband of his pants.
As the shirt road up, a single, small black scorpion tattoo, barely three inches long, was visible on his side, over his rib cage where it could be easily hidden when needed.
Feverish eyes slid over that tattoo thoughtfully, hands caressing that flesh almost gently for a moment before he swooped closer, lips sliding over Sasori's once more in that brutal manner.
He didn't like that at all, those lips against his again, but he didn't bother fighting it this time, though it was probably like kissing a rock, the way he kept his lips pressed thin. He'd seen couples kissing before, and didn't want any tongue pushed in his mouth, thanks very much.
Something he and Suzaku seemed to share. With the exception of trying to clean his tongue of blood once he hadn't bothered trying to use his tongue. It was...intimate, if that were the right word for it, and not something necessary or wanted here. No, this was strictly pleasure in divesting himself of this horrible affliction at Sasori's expense. That he considered Sasori all but his best friend didn't matter either. Lips turned away from those lips, nipping at his collarbone then, hands busying themselves with his friend's clothing. Suzaku had warned him he'd seek revenge, after all...
Now that Suzaku's lips had trailed elsewhere, Sasori's relaxed. He slipped his hands out from under Suzaku's robe and tugged at the sash tails, pulling the knot undone. Personally, he couldn't wait until Suzaku tried pulling Sasori's pants off; it took practically an aerobic workout just to get them on.
Knot falling undone, that rumpled robe falling open. He moved back fro those hands for a moment, pushing at Sasori's shirt before trailing both hands over those pants, studying them for a moment. If he had to he would rip them with no qualms to the aftereffects of such.
"Don't you dare," Sasori hissed, reading the look.
Status: Closed
Location: Prison, Sasori's clinic
Date: Febuary 5th
Summary: Sasori bails Suzaku out from prison and fixes him up... But this is a lesson to all of you! Do not give Suzaku aphrodisiacs! We know he's hot, but it's so not worth it, I mean honestly. Fade ending.
Warnings: Partial nudity, alot of language, Suzaku on drugs, Sasori in general, alot of blood and biting and implied sex
"I'd rather not." The hand was snatched back before being replaced on Suzaku's cheek.
"ah....." a soft sound of pleasure as he relaxed, enjoying that cool hand on his heated flesh.
The hand pulled Suzaku's face until he was looking to the ceiling, and the other hand was on the other cheek, as well. "I still don't believe you're very hot. I think you just want my hands on you."
"Why would I want...that?" he wanted to know, sighing all the same, enjoying those cool hands resting on his cheeks. It felt nice....very nice...though he didn't...want to admit it...
"I don't know. You're making noises like you do." Sasori shrugged, rubbing Suzaku's forehead with his thumb.
"Am not...." he protested, looking at the other through hazed, half-lidded eyes.
"You did as soon as I touched you. If you're so hot maybe a cold shower would do you better good." And I can get out of here with my dignity.
"I don't want to get up..." he replied, resting his hands on the other's, sliding slowly up his arms.
"Then maybe I should go so you can take a nap and sleep it off?" His fingers dug, briefly, into the golden skin.
"No...feels nice..." he replied with a soft sigh.
Sasori rolled his eyes for the millionth time. "I'm getting a cramp..."
"Then lay down." he replied, stroking his arms once more with a little laugh.
"With you? ...I think I'll pass." He sat back, taking his hands away and rubbing them over his own thigh.
"Whatever." he yawned, stretching once more, mourning the loss of those cool hands.
"You keep being boring, I'm gonna leave whether you like it or not." Sasori kicked off his boot and tried stretching the leg up and down.
"Bite me." he huffed dreamily as he stretched out, putting a hand under the pillow, as if to sleep.
"Where?" Sasori asked, casting him a look.
A roll of his eyes, shrugging that bared shoulder as he flashed Sasori a rather...coy look from beneath those bangs.
"There?"
"Sure why not!" he said with a little laugh.
Sasori rolled his eyes and sunk his teeth into that bared shoulder, hanging on just long enough to leave a mark, but no blood, before he let go. "Hmm. No blood. No fun."
"Ah..!" he yelped, turning to look at the other, half glaring half smiling. An odd contradiction.
"Ahhh!" he mocked, flailing his hands. He frowned, poking at the mark with a nail. "Too much muscle there."
"Nice bite though...." he chuckled lowly, rolling back onto his side.
"You should see the mark." Sasori ran his fingers over it, before resting an arm over Suzaku's side, and his chin on his hand.
"That bad....?" he murmured, his other hand rising as if to touch the wound, seeming unmindful of the hand over his side.
"If I do say so myself." Sasori rolled over so his stomach was draped over Suzaku's side.
"Kinky...." he glanced at the other with an arched brow, offering that wholly catlike smile.
"You expected other wise?"
"From you....nnn...no...you're kinky. Can look at you and see that." he murmured.
"It's always the small ones who get targeted for that." Sasori rolled his eyes.
"Tiny things like you." he agreed dreamily.
"Small! Not tiny!"
"Adorable, small little munchkin with sharp teeth." he teased cruelly.
"You call me that again I'm gonna tie you up here and leave you for the rest of the week."
".............................."
"And lock the room."
"No." he pouted, turning to offer Sasori an indignant glare.
"Then don't call me that."
"Fine." he huffed.
"The beast can learn." Sasori reached up to run his fingers over the bite mark on Suzaku's neck.
"The beast..." he growled. "Doesn't mind listening now and then."
"Oh wait. Birds aren't beasts. Bunnies can be beasts though." Sasori sat up again and put his back to the foot of the bed. Thirty minutes more of this and he'd jump out the window.
"You are a beast. I'm a bird." he murmured sleepily, turning away from the other, fully presenting his back.
"Thank you." Sasori nodded his head courteously. "You want some more tea?" Now Sasori had to think; did he put the goddamn thing in all of it or just that cup?
"Cold tea...." he murmured, nodding his head but otherwise trying not to move.
"Ok." Sasori got up and left the room, going back downstairs to the medicine room before Suzaku could stop him. Hey, bunnies were quick.
Suzaku didn't try to stop him, merely slipping beneath the cool sheets, pulling the thin covering over himself. It felt....ah...it felt nice...
Sasori came back in a few minutes with a cup with some of the iced throat tea. He handed it to Suzaku warily, as if it were a bomb, then sat on the foot of the bed.
He accepted the tea, forcing himself to sit up, pressing the iced glass to his cheek, enjoying it's cold feeling. Moisture beaded onto the glass, sliding down his cheek as it melded with his flesh.
Sasori barely paid attention, trying to remember where he'd added the goddamn stupid drug that had turned Suzaku Topsy-turvy. This wasn't normally a problem, but he'd been... well... distracted.
"Throat feels a little better..." he murmured softly, peering at the other with those heated eyes as he held the glass to his cheek for a moment before taking another sip.
Sasori peered at him through his fingers as if expecting disaster. "Good," he muttered.
"I want to go home...." he murmured at last, sighing, shaking his head...but returning his eyes to Sasori again and again.
"Your clothes have another half hour. I checked when I went down... What is that, like a twelve-take?"
"Shut up." he murmured irritably, pushing at his robe, then pulling it back up over his chest, leaving his arms bare for the moment, unconcerned
"...Still feel hot?" he asked, one eye wincing as if this answer had a lot riding on it. Which it did. Sort of. If it was a yes, Sasori would swear of aphrodisiacs for... a week. Yeah, a week.
"Uh huh....the sheets help though for now...nice and cold....and this tea...." he purred, tongue flickering over the rim of the glass.
"Well.. let me know if you start heating up again."
"Mmm...." he purred. nodding his head as he let his eyes slide warmly over Sasori. "Now....?"
"...Now you're heating up again?"
"Mmhm...." he murmured, tongue flickering at the tip of the glass once more.
"...." Sasori slowly let his eyes rest in his palm. Off aphrodisiacs for a week. Yep. A whole seven days. "Poor thing."
He reached for the next sheet and tugged it over himself, half contemplating shoving the robe off entirely. Glaring at the robe as he thought it over, hands picking at the sleeves.
"...Revealing of evil plan. That's two aphrodisiacs you've had in a row. You're handling it quite nicely." Like a scientist talking to his lab rat.
"Hmm....?" he turned to look at the other, blinking those hazy eyes, narrowing as he listened.
"Aphrodisiacs. Please tell me you know what those are?"
HE...well he tried to sit up a little more, surprised, looking at the other. The words penetrated his mind....if only offering him half the fury he would normally possess. "I...know what they are!"
"Oh good, I thought I was going to have to hit you over the head and read the Wikipedia description to you." Sasori rolled his eyes.
Well...it was enough to clean away some of the fog from the drugs. "You...."
"I told you, you owe me. Not sex, exactly. Just the embarrassment." Sasori pressed a finger to his lips. "I won't tell anyone."
"You...." he panted, sitting up a little straighter, curling his legs beneath himself, looking...wholly vulnerable for a moment as he gazed at the other. Shocked...still drugged...which skewed his decisions all to hell...and yet he admired Sasori's cunning.
"You keep saying that. Should I just let you finish that thought?"
"I....you...you inventive bastard....I'll kill...you...when I can...." he murmured.
"Sure you will." Sasori nodded. "You're not the first to say that."
He snorted, wrapping his arms about a pillow, cheek pressing to it, staring at the other in hatred...eyes hazed before he looked away.
"You still don't want to be alone?" Sasori asked with gentleness that would put a mother to shame, and a mocking tone that would send them clutching their hearts.
"You...you stay away from me..." he hissed as he started to stand, jerking the robe on despite the heat
"No more biting?" He touched both fingers to his own cheeks, pouting just the slightest.
"NO!" he snarled, jerking the robe closer about himself, moving to exit the room.
"Cold shower sounds nice, hmm?" Sasori got up off the bed and nudged past him, purposeful contact, before opening the door and heading downstairs.
A gasp at that contact, shuddering a little, pausing, glaring at the other so intently as he strode downstairs so calmly
"Maybe an ice pack, too..." Sasori smirked at him before turning down into the stairs. "Or we could turn you into a brothel and have you fuck it out all night."
"You .....you!" he sputtered, utterly horrified at the idea, darting after the other, peering down those stairs for him.
"Fuck it out with me? Oh no. Mm-mm, no way." Sasori made the sign against evil as he walked backwards down the stairs; a nice skill, but not one he was good at. He fell three steps to go.
"I wouldn't fuck you if I had to." he snarled, recoiling at the very thought. And he slid down those stairs, glaring furiously at the other, licking his lips once more. So hot...too hot....and angry....not helping...
"That's reassuring." Sasori calmly picked himself up. "But with that in mind, you're stuck like that." And that was mildly insulting.
"Then I'll just wait it out....yes...." he murmured, following, but keeping his distance, even if he merely wanted to feel the other's cool hands on his flesh. NO! NO NO NO! NEver!
"Or do the one-handed mambo until you're done." Sasori went into the medicine room and tossed out the old tea and started making it up from scratch again.
"You're so vile." he huffed, wrapping his arms about himself, trying not to think of that. No way.
"I know," he purred, measuring some dried leaves. These were placed under the pestle and crushed up. He almost... almost considered nasty movements on the pestle. But didn't.
He turned away, refusing to glance at the other, feeling...too vulnerable, too nude in only that robe, no matter how hot...uncomfortable...
"I'll give this to you... when you have proper pockets to put it in. Let me see your neck bandages. I bit part of them off."
"Don't get too close..." he murmured, taking a step back, half glaring at the other, hand flying up...his bandages were torn, hanging about his neck.
Sasori gave him a thoroughly annoyed look. "I'm not going to throw you to the ground and rape you. I just want to look. I won't even touch you more than I have to." He held out his hands, beckoning him closer.
"Like you could." he sneered as he glanced at the other, slowly moving forward, if only because he knew Sasori could treat his wounds, perhaps better than his kindly old family doctor.
The torn bandages were pinched and pulled away, and Sasori went to get the salve again, as well as some fresh bandages.
Suzaku looked away, wrapping his arms about his waist, glancing at the wall, the ceiling...anything else than where Sasori had gone.
When Sasori came back, he had the package of bandages, wrapped in plastic, in his mouth, and was dipping his fingers into the salve. This was spread, ever so lightly, over the lightly bruised flesh; thus far the only contact made.
Against his will he relaxed a little, enjoying that if nothing else. His throat was SORE...but the cool salve felt nice....
The bandages were then patted on and smoothed, and Sasori went to wash his hands. "If you take a shower later today, don't let them get wet, because they'll fall off and hot water will fire up the salve and probably scar you." The fact that Sasori made such double-sided medication should be a source of wonder.
"I won't get them wet." he replied in a sneer, patting his collarbone lightly, wondering at the other's methods to himself.
"And come back tomorrow," Sasori reminded him.
"!!!!!" he looked startled but nodded, eying Sasori warily.
"...What!?"
"Nothing." he replied, looking away, hands wrapping tighter about himself as he moved away far away from Sasori.
"Don't be boring. Teenagers these days..." Sasori rolled his eyes and started cleaning up from mixing the tea leaves. "Honestly."
"Don't tell me what to do." he sneered, glancing at the other. "I may listen as if you're my doctor...but socially you have no control over me."
"Thank god. I wouldn't want your actions held against me."
"Oh shut up." he murmured in that thoroughly annoyed tone, letting his gaze slant to the other, as if displeased. well...now he had a slightly better grasp of how devious his friend was...better, easier to watch out now...
"I'll have you know," Sasori said coolly, pointing in the general direction of the doors, indicating the city, "that to those goons, I am a respectable member of society, and have been invited to three family events. I'm spiking the punch obviously, but I'm respectable. You were just sprung from prison."
The blond sank into a chair, rubbing his forehead with his hands, a soft groan escaping him. If this ended up on his record....he'd have to buy off the police, if need be...find a way to have it "forgotten".....
"It's a good thing for you that station is on my patients list and I have their nuts in my hand."
At that...he looked up, bright violet eyes washing over Sasori intently. He would....?
"But boy are you going to have to cough up."
"How much?" he asked with an arched brow, leaning back in the seat. Money...really wasn't an option. Not when he could dip his hand into daddy's pocketbook at any time.
"I'll decide when I figure out if I'm moving in here or staying in my apartment."
"Going to live here...?" a curled lip. Scary.
"I've been getting some overnight patients. Car-crashes, etc. It's alright to stay the night but commuting is annoying." Sasori shrugged.
"Pity..." he murmured, finding it...hard to care for those people and their problems. His current problem was more important.
"I'm sure you'll miss me, but I think you'll manage. Besides, your father's building is down the street." He pointed in the general direction. It was custom for Sasori to find out as much as he could about everyone he knew.
"Yes, it's rather close. That's why I chose it. Close to work and the University." he replied, nose tilting ever so gently upward.
Sasori scrunched up his nose. "Tokyo U is lacking in finesse. I don't see why everyone finds it so delightful."
"It's hardly delightful..." he sniffed. "It's merely a means to an end...besides...I think my business professors already hate me." he joked lightly.
"Piss them off enough or become assertive in your opinions and you'll get expelled." Sasori was not an expert on this; his own 'assertive opinions' had been nothing short of murder.
"Oh know...they won't expel me...most want a good word from me to father!" this was very amusing, and he laughed for it, if softly.
"....Are they on drugs?" Sasori scrunched his nose again and tilted his head to the side.
Well that single word sobered him up a little.
"Probably. Or they're just mad I already make twice what they make, if not three times."
"For just sitting on your ass and signing papers." Sasori was no one to talk. Half of the inheritance from his father and mother, not including his trust fund, could have built Sasori his own house exactly where he wanted it.
Which was actually what he was saving that half for.
The rest was spent on himself.
"Handling calls, and believe it or not Doing interviews and handling meetings when my father is not present. Ah...and he should still be in America..." he sighed in relief. The LAST thin he needed was for his father to find out!
"...." Sasori turned and gave Suzaku a Cheshire look that read disaster.
He glanced warily at the other. "STOP looking at me like that...ugh." he snorted, standing once more, deliberately moving towards the other.
"You dun wanchu pawpaw to find out?" Sasori simpered. "Hmm..." Just how much money could he make with this operation?
".....Quite simply, Akasuna-san, go and fuck yourself. You aren't getting any more money,"
"Then I'll just have to tell your daddy."
Eyes narrowed, nostrils flaring. And again that jaw began working furiously.
"You don't scare me, Nakashima-san," Sasori said gently, washing his pestle and mortar off.
"Neither do...you scare me, Akasuna-san." he murmured thoughtfully, tossing his head, carefully keeping fingers to his neck to protect it from hurting with that movement.
"I wouldn't expect you to..." But Sasori liked having people dance in the palm of his hand... more than anything he loved making other people hurt, in any way possible. Even Suzaku. As seen.
Granted, Suzaku was rather proud in that instance...oddly enough. Lips curved into a wicked smile, then he bowed his head, shoulders shaking with silent laughter.
"...What?" He frowned. "What? Why're you laughing?"
More laughter, louder as he moved closer to Sasori. And he leaned closer, stroking his cheek. "I think I've done quite well in choosing the perfect friend. You're devious, cunning, exacting, cruel....and adorable when surprised." he took a perverse pleasure in the other's cruelty.
"That's the aphrodisiac talking." That hand was caught in one of Sasori's and pulled away from his soft cheek, kept so from religious facial scrubs,
The other hand came up instead, nails scraping down his throat. "No...that's the part that can think clearly...that isn't screaming at me to just bend you over a window so you can scream for the world while I take you." he chuckled.
"That sounds tempting," was the smiled reply as he leaned away from those nails. "And if I respectfully decline, it won't make a difference, will it?"
"Would it...?" he countered, smile growing.
"I'm asking you if it would."
"No..." he purred, smile growing into his own rather Cheshire grin.
"Well then. I'll just leave it to you to decide which voice to listen to." That wasn't very reassuring.
Not very reassuring at all. And being that close to Sasori...well he was getting a headache on top of other ailments. Soreness for one, that uncomfortable heat for another.
The hand on Sasori's throat was pulled away, attempt thereof at least.
Suzaku's hand remained firm, squeezing juts a little as he pushed the other back towards the wall. "You play so many game with me...but while I may bend for the sake of interest in some sort of friendship...I play back." he promised huskily.
"You're an inspiration to us all, Nakashima-san," Sasori said innocently, bracing his head for when he was pushed against the wall. His back could handle it; his head was like a bobble.
"Now...if I...press close you'll probably go for a low blow...won't you...?" he teased, bringing his face closer to Sasori's
"If I didn't think you'd do the same to me, yes."
"I would." he promised cruelly.
"Then I probably won't."
"I'll take that as a 'won't.' " he murmured, pressing closer, just a little, hand remaining firmly tucked over his throat.
Sasori tilted his head away from that hand, rolling his eyes. "When I have enough running space, though, that you can't catch me..."
"Maybe so..." he chuckled before his lips descended rather forcefully over Sasori's.
"Mmph?!" Sasori really protested at that, letting go of Suzaku's wrists and pushing the balls of his fists against the ruby blond's shoulders.
He chuckled then, letting the other go and dancing back, rubbing the back of his hand against his lips. Chuckles soon enough became triumphant laughter. Ahhh....even if part of him was utterly...disgusted...ah well the other half was satisfied at the look on his face and that stolen kiss.
Sasori stared, horror struck, before grabbing the mortar out of the sink and flinging it.
He dodged, laughing all the more at that look of horror. That angelic smile seemed wholly out of place now. Ah! Revenge was that look of horror, that stolen kiss, taken against another's will. How delicious!
The pestle followed closely, along with whatever heavy object Sasori could get his hands on. He didn't scream or shout; that would be girly. But he was very.... very.... very annoyed.
Suzaku was already moving out of the room to remain safe enough, leaning against the wall out of sight. And still laughing.
"Don't you laugh you fucking bastard!" Sasori snapped, going after him, scalpel in hand.
That snapping tone had him moving away, too amused...and well...he knew Sasori well enough to know that revenge would never be over between them. He had a feeling they would constantly be trying to outdo one another.
"Hold still!" he ordered, reaching out to grab at the robe with his free hand.
"So you can CUT me?! NO!" he replied, snarling now as he tried to keep the edges of the robe about him, away from the other's hands.
"You KISSED me! I get to cut you!"
"And you took it like a girl!" he replied, darting into a room and moving to shove the door closed.
Sasori stuck his foot between door and wall and tried to edge in. "I did not!"
"You're acting like I raped you now! Che, you wouldn't' hold still long enough anyway." he sneered, still trying to close the door.
"Th--... you... That's entirely different!" Sasori sputtered; he figured he had the right to be a little flustered and annoyed. He'd check records later but hopefully that kiss wouldn't count.
"Was it your first kiss, Sasori?" he asked, cheeks flushed with enjoyment of the other's turmoil, the tables being turned, if temporarily
"No!" he snapped. Not literally; he'd been kissed before... just not on the lips.
"Drop the scalpel!" he laughed, still leaning his weight against the door
"If I do will you open the door?"
"Drop the scalpel to the ground and I'll open the door. I don't want you picking it up."
Sasori turned and tossed the scalpel into the waiting room. "There."
It took a moment...before finally that door slid open, Suzaku warily moving away.
Sasori stormed in and kicked Suzaku soundly in the shin.
A bark of pain left him, crouching, rubbing at his poor shin. "You little bitch." he hissed through the pain, still chuckling ever so lightly.
Sasori crossed his arms and glared. "Serve you right."
"You're right. But it was worth it if only to see the horrified look on your face." he chuckled, rising, turning away.
"I WAS NOT HORRIFIED!!"
"Temper, Akasuna-san."
"Don't you tell ME to control my temper! You who got in a jail because of yours!" Those hands planted on his hips and he glared.
He shrugged a little...but Sasori was right in any case....
Now Sasori wished he'd flung the scalpel at Suzaku instead of away. He turned his head away and wiped his mouth off on his shoulder in disgust.
It didn't bother Suzaku if Sasori was disgusted..he felt a little...odd himself for having done something so impulsive, and sneered, turning away.
"I'm not a fag, I'm gonna get married and have a heir and be all high and mighty and stupid," Sasori said, mimicking Suzaku's voice almost perfectly.
"I'm not a fag just because I kissed you." he sneered.
"No?"
"Tch. no." he sneered, giving him a thoroughly annoyed glance, rolling his eyes.
"Had me fooled. Coincidentally, hanging me out the window while you take me would be a surefire way to be considered a fag, too."
"YOU'RE FUCKING FAULT!" he roared, stepping towards him once more. "YOU'RE THE one who fed me this FUCKING aphrodisiac that makes me want to fuck!"
"Temper, Nakashima." Oh yes! The kicks are in!
"Temper nothing! You fed this to me, now YOU have to deal with whatever ramifications." he snorted.
"What kind of fool do you take me for?" Sasori asked with raised eyebrows.
"One who fed someone with a temper problem drugs to make them horny." he snorted, eyes narrowing.
"That was for my own personal amusement." The eyes crinkled up in a little smile.
"Yeah. And it got you to lose your first kiss too, didn't it?" he asked with a wry chuckle.
"That has nothing to do with it!" Sasori snapped, actually stomping his foot.
"How cute. You get me horny because of drugs and then bitch when you get stuck with the result." he was starting to get a headache from trying to remain clear-minded
"I was planning on releasing you into an unsuspecting public and following with a clipboard to record the results like I do most of my patients," Sasori said, cool as a glacier.
"Looks like that idea was blown to hell wasn't it?" he replied, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Yeah it went down the tubes as soon as I felt sorry for you."
That...caused a flicker of surprise in his eyes, laced with wary concern. He backed away, still sore, still...utterly confused and gaining more of a headache. "You...feel sympathy...?"
"Yeah." It was Sasori's turn to cross his arms. "Contrary to popular belief, I do feel at times." That wasn't an impression he liked to encourage. "And if you tell anyone you can plan on spending the next six months like this."
Surprised...a little grateful but Suzaku was never one for the more graceful of emotions and merely nodding, hand rising to press and rub against his temple.
"Good." Sasori studied the wall. Hmm... new wallpaper in here, too, maybe.
"I don't feel well either way." he whispered harshly, peering at the other with narrowed slits for eyes.
"My sympathy for you ran dry about five minutes ago."
"I don't care..." he replied, still pleased, remembering the horrified look on his...friend's...face. But he rose, keeping the robe about himself as he tread towards the door out of the room.
"Where are you going?" Sasori demanded, moving out of the way.
"I don't know yet. Maybe back to bed for the moment."
"Good luck with that."
"What do you mean?" he turned to look at the other tiredly, trying to keep from studying him overmuch. Trying.
"I'm not going with you this time," Sasori replied, preparing himself to grab the door frame if he were to be pounced upon and dragged.
"I can handle myself." he sneered, backing away from the other, rather uncertain he wanted Sasori to get close and end up in another rather...embarrassing situation.
"Really, I didn't know. Last time I had to practically hold your hand and tuck you in. Do you require a bedtime story as well?" He couldn't resist taunting.
"Fuck you." he sneered before turning away, strolling away at a rather accelerated pace. No, he did not need that mental image.
"....No!" Sasori snapped after starring for half a moment.
"Che. Just a stuck up bitch who got his first kiss form a friend he had to drug." he taunted back, breaking from the room. Now where...where had that bedroom been...?
"I have been kissed before!" he retorted, stomping after him despite himself.
"Not on the lips if your reaction was any indicaaaation~" he replied without looking over his shoulder.
"I was surprised!"
"Serves you right for...for drugging me..." he murmured, pausing for a moment, leaning against a door frame thoughtfully, rubbing at his forehead once more.
"Serves you right for cracking my head on the floor."
"You carry grudges for a long time, don't you...?" He frowned, swinging his gaze back, the sudden movement causing him to groan softly. Dizzy, hot...ugh. "Guess that's to be expected from someone I call friend."
"Of course I do." Sasori could even recall every wrong done him from the time he was three. "You dug the hole." Sasori shrugged.
Suzaku never forgot a slight either...that had been proven in a few elevator maintenance men who had had their salaries cut because of his temper.
"If you want to go to bed though, feel free." Sasori waved his hand lightly. "Plenty of beds to pick from."
"Better than other things." he snapped guardedly.
"What what might that be?" He scowled.
"Better if I just sleep than contemplate bending you over and making you scream like a bitch." he snarled, swinging himself into the next room he passed.
"I would not scream, and stop calling me a bitch!" Sasori snapped, storming after him, thoroughly annoyed now.
"I dunno...you look like someone who'd scream." he snickered despite himself, pushing himself into the chair, panting softly.
"I wouldn't. Not unless you were pushing me over the window like you said before. Then I'd be screaming about how damn cold it was."
"I dunno, that could be amusing." he snickered, slumping away in the chair, smiling to himself.
"I'm sure it's a giggle fest." Sasori rolled his eyes, leaning against the door frame.
"Yeah...it is." he smirked, peering at the other for a moment before turning away once more. yes...the wall was good. Better to focus on.
Sasori glared, then looked to the opposite wall. He wanted to go and take care of his files and mail, but didn't want to risk getting jumped.
"When can I just...go home? Take a nap and how long...is this going to last?" he asked at last, forcing himself upwards once more.
"When your clothes are done," Sasori snapped.
"You must have an ancient washer..."
"You probably don't know, since you probably don't wash your own laundry, but all cycles take an hour to an hour and a half."
Suzaku was incensed! Completely and utterly outraged! "Of course I don't do my own laundry!" he snapped.
"So you wouldn't know how long it takes." Sasori shrugged.
"....whatever." he said, weary form his tempered outburst.
"It should be another fifteen minutes. And the drug will wear off... um..." He hesitated; for the first time in a while. The drug would wear off when Suzaku had had enough sex. But he wasn't sure he could run fast enough after that.
"Well?" he snapped, turning to look at the other. "I'm getting tired of these bouts of being tired and being horny. And I warn you right now I'm slipping into the latter."
"It'll wear off in... um...." Sasori scratched the back of the head. "Well I can always drop you off at the strip club I worked at..."
"....I will NOT go into someplace where everything is likely diseased!" he looked incensed at the idea.
"It's clean enough."
"I don't CARE!"
"Stop yelling at me!"
"Make me!"
"No! That would involve touching you so I can slap you!"
"Careful." he sneered, sitting up. "Cause of you I might take it as a come on."
"Note I'm not slapping you. The drug will wear off whenever you have enough sex, and you've had two doses!" Sasori snapped.... then smacked his palm over his eyes,
Those eyes flew open...and slowly...slowly he stood up. "You...two doses...You've turned me into a fucking incubus?!" he snarled.
"Something like that..." Sasori took a precautionary step back.
"Oh that's it!" he swore rising, fury dancing in his eyes as he darted towards the other.
"No no no!" Sasori darted away, running upstairs.
"Get back here!" he snarled, chasing after him. "This is YOUR mess, you're going to HELP me!"
"Like hell I am!" Sasori ran down the hall and up a second flight of stairs, to the third floor.
And he followed, clutching at his robe for modest, to keep it from flying open. Oh...and he was quite furious with Sasori knowing this. Two doses with no chance of just...sleeping it off?!
A door upstairs was opened and slammed shut, following by footsteps around the room, looking for a place to hide.
Suzaku was hot on his heels and eager to find him. Oh no, he would not be left in this situation! Sasori WOULD find a way to help him!
Unfortunately, the third floor has as many doors as the second floor. But the room number signs were hung on nails, and only one--twenty-three--was swinging.
And he charged towards it, thankful that with bare feet he was near soundless despite his fevered movements. A grin worked it's way to his tired lips. Ah...this hunt was just making him MORE....romantically inclined.
The room appeared empty; not so, however, because there was a closet and a bed in there. Sasori was under the bed, clinging to the under bars so he wasn't touching the floor.
"Come out come out Akasuna-chaaan." he sang out, pushing the door closed, moving for the moment to just shove a chair over the door to make any escape rather...daunting. Then...he crept towards the closet.
Not on your life... I'm staying right here and contemplating working on improving my spying skills... Sasori thought, barely moving an inch. He was small, but he had a pretty good grip and could stay a certain way for a while.
The closet was thrown open, examined slowly. Nothing...nothing at all. Frowning he peered about it once more before stepping away, eyes falling to the bed...
Very... very slowly, Sasori turned his head, watching those bare feet move around the room. With an inward groan, he squeezed himself closer to the bed in an attempt to perhaps merge with it.
"The longer you draw this out, the long I'm taking this out on your ass, Sasori." he growled, kicking under the bed once, glancing at the closet again.
Sasori shrank away from the foot, biting his tongue to say anything smart ass.
"Saaaasooooriiiiichaaaan....." he sang out softly, kneeling to peer beneath the bed. Was he...under the bed? He wouldn't put it past him.
Don't call me that, you jackass! I will rip your eyeballs out and shove them up your nostrils! Sasori didn't dare move... and was just glad he was wearing black. At first glance, no one was under the bed. But if Suzaku stuck his head under and up, he would see... those pale arms. Dammit!
"You know...I know you have to be in here...." he murmured, sliding a hand under the bed where he couldn't see well. "I'll find you...and I'm taking every bit of this agony out on your ass."
Not if I cut your dick off Sasori thought darkly... hoping... well, more like praying to every god he knew of... that his hair didn't brush against... anything.
Nothing...nothing...AH! He felt flesh, fabric and jerked hard!
"Ow!" Sasori yelped, now that the cat... or the scorpion... was out of the bag.
Another fierce tug, panting softly. "Get the fuck out here you little coward!" he snarled, eyes flaring. Oh now...Sasori would not get away from his rage easily.
"I am not a coward!" Those long fingers hung onto the bars, so that the bed jerked just a bit.
In a fit of rage at being denied the other, and at being taunted, humiliated, drugged and then of course prison, he let go, gripping the metal bar of th bed. And he hefted with the intent to toss it over, if he could.
"No no no! Don't you dare!" Sasori's hazel eyes widened as the bed was tipped upward.
He tipped it up and over with a grunt of pure phoenix rage and immediately moved forward with the intent of catching his previously hidden quarry.
The aforementioned prey darted over the bed and made a break for the door.
Whirling angrily he reached for Sasori's arm, glad he had thought to put the chair in front of the door.
Instantly, those nails dug into that hand, thrashing. "Let go!" he ordered.
A faint laugh at those nails slid into his hand, pushing, trying to force the other against the wall. "NO"
Sasori dug his heels into the floor, as best he could with the hard wood, twisting his wrist around in that hold and clawing. On the thought of being pushed against a wall again and sucked in his lips to prevent any further kissing.
A low chuckle of sick amusement at the other's struggles, shoving him towards the wall. "I like struggling it seems." he mused, grinning down at the other. One foot half raised, trying to keep him balanced against the bare, hard wood floor as he leaned closer, carefully positioning himself to protect his privates.
Sasori just scowled; he would have bitten into that hand except... that left bad results.
"You wanna bite me again...?" he panted, putting his face close to Sasori's, leering like a devil, face stuck in a grim mask of amusement. Hand rose, shoving Sasori's face away, breathing once, harshly against the flesh of his throat.
A shiver couldn't be repressed as that hot breath shot down his spine. In response to the question he just growled against his sucked in lips, scowling.
"You're going to pay for every moment of my humiliation." he promised before sinking his teeth into the juncture where throat met shoulder.
Suzaku's hands were released and Sasori pushed his own against the ruby blond's shoulders. He didn't bother crying out in pain; that would just set Suzaku off and would be a waste of breath. Besides, he'd have to show his lips.
He hung on all the more, his own hands coming up in an attempt to capture those annoying hands that shoved at his shoulder.
Those annoying hands dug into Suzaku's throat, pulling. Not to strangle, but to get his teeth away from Sasori's neck. It seemed... Suzaku's neck bandages were doomed to be continuously reapplied.
Teeth snapped at his flesh, sinking deeper in before he was wrenched free with a cough, gasping, panting once more for breath. Warmth was at his lips and he wondered if he'd made the other bleed, trying to peer at the wound.
Those brown eyes darted to Suzaku's lips when he broke away, then widened all around until the whites could be seen. "Bastard!" was the muffled growl.
Lips curved upwards, almost...enjoying the look, the way the whites of those eyes could be seen. "My parents were married." he panted, standing before the other, keeping his eyes locked on him.
"Were, but no more." Sasori's eyes darted away, avoiding looking at that blood, even though he could feel a few drops running over his skin.
"Happens when one dies." he snorted, licking his lips, leaning closer once more. "Have I scared the little bunny rabbit...?"
"I've told you before, I don't get scared," Sasori snapped before sucking his lips in again.
"You look scared. Almost...kinda cute." he panted before shoving the other's face away again, leaning close to snap his lips over the wound in a repeat bite.
"Stop that!" he ordered, as if reprimanding a disobedient child, shoving against him.
"Make me." he replied harshly, pushing his fist into the other's midsection, attempting to knock some air from him. Oh no, he wouldn't be humiliated again.
Sasori tried to wiggle away when he saw the fist coming, and in doing so it only hit his side, not his stomach. Those nails dug into Suzaku's cheeks, dragging hard.
"You little bitch!" he swore for perhaps the thousandth time, grabbing those shoulders, turning with Sasori and shoving the other backwards towards the tipped over bed.
If Sasori had been a heavier individual, he would have let his feet go and dragged Suzaku down and perhaps kneed him in the gut. But he weighed in at about ninety-five pounds at the moment due to the fact he skipped breakfast, and, it seemed, would also be skipping lunch. Instead he just thrashed around.
Suzaku let him thrash, shoving him down with a laugh. "You should...see yourself from my side! And you're bleeding!" he added, chortling with glee
"Shut up!" Sasori had his eyes closed so he couldn't see the blood on Suzaku's mouth, if it hadn't been licked away.
A little remained, forgotten, drying on his lips as he leaned closer to the other.
"If you kiss me again I'm going to bite your tongue off."
"How 'bout I just roll you over and get rid of this drugged effect?" he sneered.
"I'll head butt you." He didn't like being used. Not at all. Maybe he'd add a second week to his punishment off aphrodisiacs.... No, he had a couple of kids coming in for pills later.
"Not if you're flat on your stomach you won't." he sneered, pushing the other down, using long arms to try and pin Sasori's arms down, legs resting atop Sasori's.
"I'll jerk my head back," he muttered, wiggling from side to side.
"I don't have to be close to your head, Sasori-chan." he tsked in amusement, leaning close to examine his shoulder, careful to stay out of head butting range. "You're still bleeding."
"I can feel that, dammit!" Sasori exhaled sharply in annoyance. "But consider the fact that you wouldn't humiliate me in return for your humiliation if I'm horny, as well."
"Right now I want this drugs effect to wear off." he said flatly, glaring down at the other before a grin touched his lips.
"That's pretty selfish... but understandable."
"Of course it's understandable. I'm horny, it's you're fault. You're the only one here." he panted, glaring down at him. "Either make an antidote or face consequences."
"I don't know of an antidote for aphrodisiacs. I'll look into it ASAP." Sasori cracked an eye open to glare.
"Where does that leave me? You gave me a fucking double dose!"
"That leaves option B and selective memory on my part."
"Che." he sneered, staring down at him, glaring, furious, humiliated. He wanted to push him over, he wanted to punch him he wanted...wanted to be normal and just go home! "I'm going to kill you for this."
"I've heard that before." The eye was closed again.
Lips descended on his once more, kissing hungrily, trying to punish Sasori. Trying to force that humiliation, frustration and anger all on the other.
Again Sasori produced a muffled protest, struggling and wriggling. Those brown eyes opened wide once more as he thrust his upper body against Suzaku's in an attempt to thrown him off.
Hands kept him neatly pinned, legs trying to rest atop Sasori's. Neither of them weighed much it seemed, Suzaku only normally weighing about one hundred and twenty pounds, less for not eating for a few days.
Wriggling proved useless, and instead he tried turning his head to the side. It would be much easier to just give in and forget about it later... but his ego was at stake.
That head turned, teeth snapping down over his throat, scouring it with bites and nips to try and produce a reaction from the other.
If a groan was what he was looking for... well, he got it. The sound escaped Sasori before he could keep it in check.
Sharper, harder, teeth scoured that pale throat, hands sliding over those lightly muscled arms, reveling in the cool flesh. Yes, lucid and yet having clarity, knowing what was happening and being horrified at not caring how he fixed it so long as it was fixed.
Hands now free, they slid under the robe, down Suzaku's back. In something just barely short of a surrender--short because it was done with something of a grimace--Sasori turned his head to the side, giving Suzaku more biting room.
Back arched, remaining somewhat loft above the smaller male, in fear perhaps subconsciously of a tricky retribution. But still he pressed as close as he dared, nipping and biting at the other's tender flesh.
Sasori growled at that, using his hands on Suzaku's back to try and press him back down, the nails digging into the soft skin of Suzaku's back.
A moment of resistance before he leaned closer, giving a feverish growl, nipping harshly at his jawline.
Sasori moved his head away from those teeth. Both his legs wriggled themselves out from under Suzaku's so Suzaku was between them. Well... at least they'd be harder to take off?
A moment's relaxation, panting softly as he lowered himself atop Sasori, glaring down at him. "I hate you." he sighed before pressing his lips to that shoulder he'd bitten. He didn't really care to find those hands, or hold them, he merely wanted the heat, the effects of those aphrodisiacs to wear off.
"You keep repeating yourself, it's annoying..." Sasori muttered, digging his nails into Suzaku's back.
A gasp at those nails pressing against his back, in turn pressing himself down, grinding against Sasori rather harshly.
It was Sasori's turn to gasp, pushing up against those harsh movements. His head dug back into the mattress on which they'd landed, his nails loosening till just his palms rested against Suzaku's skin.
Cool hands. They felt heavenly against that warm flesh and as Sasori pressed upwards he pressed down. A hand slid between them shoving Sasori's tank top up, panting as he explored cool flesh.
Sasori's legs bent up as his back arched against that wandering hand over his torso. His reasoning to just going with the flow was simple; enjoy himself now, forget all about it later and act like nothing happened.
Probably for the best, it was what the brat atop him would likely planned on doing. But for now...for now he merely enjoyed exploring the other, shoving that shirt up. The other hand slid lower, nails scraping over his abdomen as they examined the trimming of the waistband of his pants.
As the shirt road up, a single, small black scorpion tattoo, barely three inches long, was visible on his side, over his rib cage where it could be easily hidden when needed.
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Feverish eyes slid over that tattoo thoughtfully, hands caressing that flesh almost gently for a moment before he swooped closer, lips sliding over Sasori's once more in that brutal manner.
He didn't like that at all, those lips against his again, but he didn't bother fighting it this time, though it was probably like kissing a rock, the way he kept his lips pressed thin. He'd seen couples kissing before, and didn't want any tongue pushed in his mouth, thanks very much.
Something he and Suzaku seemed to share. With the exception of trying to clean his tongue of blood once he hadn't bothered trying to use his tongue. It was...intimate, if that were the right word for it, and not something necessary or wanted here. No, this was strictly pleasure in divesting himself of this horrible affliction at Sasori's expense. That he considered Sasori all but his best friend didn't matter either. Lips turned away from those lips, nipping at his collarbone then, hands busying themselves with his friend's clothing. Suzaku had warned him he'd seek revenge, after all...
Now that Suzaku's lips had trailed elsewhere, Sasori's relaxed. He slipped his hands out from under Suzaku's robe and tugged at the sash tails, pulling the knot undone. Personally, he couldn't wait until Suzaku tried pulling Sasori's pants off; it took practically an aerobic workout just to get them on.
Knot falling undone, that rumpled robe falling open. He moved back fro those hands for a moment, pushing at Sasori's shirt before trailing both hands over those pants, studying them for a moment. If he had to he would rip them with no qualms to the aftereffects of such.
"Don't you dare," Sasori hissed, reading the look.