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Title: Damn Interruptions
Genre: I am from Florida, so it is full of CITRUS. And humor, because my sex is always funny or angry. >: \
Pairings/Characters: AschxGuy
Rating: A very porny NC-17.
Summary: A tasty slice of sex filled with not-angst and funny!anger. :D Thank God it just started writing itself. -_-'
"So...is this your way of getting over your thirst for revenge?" Asch asked smugly, craning his neck so that his hair would spill to the side when Guy scraped his teeth against the skin just below his ear.
"It helps," Guy laughed into his collar, shortly before fiddling with the belts on his tabard, tugging unceremoniously -nearly ripping it- until Asch slapped his hands away to unbuckle it himself, grumbling.
"Aren't you afraid your friends'll find out?" Asch wasn't really interested in the answer, and didn't especially care, all things considered.
"Nah, they'll be out for a while. Jade's at the bar, Anise is with him, and Tear and Natalia dragged Luke shopping."
"...you're not afraid of that replica finding out?"
There was a pause in the kisses on Asch's now bare shoulders, and the god general cursed under his breath. Questions that could possibly kill the mood should have been listed before engagement in any form of erotic activity. There was no way -now that he'd finally gotten the insufferable blonde on his own- that he was going to back down just because the moron was suffering from a delusional bout of selflessness!
"Luke's a...complicated issue. He-waugh!" Guy was denied the liberty of completing his sentence for, at that moment, Asch deftly hooked his foot behind Guy's ankle and yanked, sending them sprawling back onto the bed. "Asch! What the hell's your problem!?"
"You stopped kissing me," Asch told him simply, and wrested Guy's vest and shirt from his body with a childish impatience.
"You're the one who asked!" When Asch ignored him in favor of tearing his belt from his body and flinging it across the room, he kicked and shoved against Asch's shoulders. "Hey! Listen to me!" That bastard was not grinning.
"What?" Asch couldn't help but be somewhat amused by the simple act of stripping Guy while he threw a tantrum and hurling his belongings as far away as possible. Turning around, he plopped down firmly -painfully, judging by the 'oof'- on Guy's lap to pull off his boots, unable to swallow a pleased little chuckle.
"Why are you laughing?!" Guy sounded absolutely flustered, and he yanked angrily on the waistband of Asch's pants, feeling ridiculous. It was almost as if Asch were playing, but no, impossible. Not Mr. 'Ashes of the Sacred Flame, Yes This is my Poker Face' Asch fon Fabre. However, the notion suddenly became much more plausible when Asch removed his second boot and tickled his foot. Biting back a giggle -no, no, no!- Guy kicked, unfortunately missing the giddy god general as the redhead rolled from Guy's lap to remove his own shoes. "You're grade-A insane, Asch."
"I'm sleeping with you," Asch pointed out, shooting Guy a pointed look as he wriggled out of his pants, "so I'm afraid I'd have to agree. What sane person would want to sleep with a gay man that charms every girl he sees? You're confused."
"I am not confused." Guy shod the rest of his garments just as a now-naked Asch was leaning over him to kiss his chest. "I'm just...ahh," he moaned when Asch trailed his tongue down Guy's stomach. "I'm j-just unsure of how to p-proceed. He's just s-so-"
Asch scowled, lifting his face from Guy's nipple to glare heartily at him. "Guy, shut the hell up. I am not going to listen to you whine about that stupid replica while I give you a blow job."
"While you wh-AH!" Guy yelped when Asch took him into his mouth before sinking back onto the bed, fingers moving to wrap themselves in Asch's long hair as his eyes rolled back into his head. "Asch," he gasped, and Asch responded with, "Mmph," which caused his stomach to knot up. "Asch, Asch, Asch," he chanted, unsure as to what purpose the chanting would serve.
At any rate, it seemed to serve as encouragement, and Asch used his tongue in a way he was pretty sure would be pleasurable as a sort of reward. Guy appeared to agree, as he shouted out, "AHH!" and tugged rather hard on his hair.
"Excuse me," Asch growled, lifting his head from Guy's lap, "could you please not pull my hair out while I am doing you what is most likely the biggest favor you will ever receive?"
"I can't h-help it!" Guy snapped, very flushed and looking very prepped, at least to Asch. When the teenager crawled his way up to kiss Guy, however, the blonde complained, "Oh, come on. You're not gonna finish?" Despite his words, his arms slipped down Asch's neck and shoulders and over his sides, hands clasping behind Asch's back as they shared a rather involved kiss. This was strange; this was not the kind of behavior casual fuck-buddies assumed. This was a bit more...intimate than he had been expecting.
"Hey Guy, you were my first kiss, y'know." Asch said this as he straddled Guy's waist and leaned over to rummage in the nightstand, letting out a satisfied hum upon locating a bottle of lotion.
Guy's blank expression could have been called cute. "Come again?"
"When I was three and you were seven." Asch opened the bottle and cursed when what looked like the entire contents emptied onto his hand and Guy's stomach below that. Scooping as much back into the bottle as he could, Asch elaborated, "I heard the maids talking to you about your fear of women, and how you shouldn't be scared and whatever, and they were teasing you about what you would do when you wanted to kiss a girl." Deciding to make the best of a situation -and butter Guy up, considering he would most likely not be happy when he snapped out of his stupor to find out that he was not going to be top- Asch slowly rubbed the lotion into Guy's stomach and chest, massaging him slightly.
"Mmm," Guy hummed, eyes closed. "I remember now."
"You said you never wanted to kiss anyone, because it was gross, and I was a brat so I ran right up and kissed you right on the lips." Asch smirked; even as a little kid, he had been awesome. "You chased me for a while until I lost you by hiding in Mother and Father's room."
"You mean until you cheated by hiding in His and Her Graces' room," Guy grumbled, and Asch laughed.
"Yeah. Would you rather be on your back, or hands and knees?"
"Back. What?" Guy had answered before even comprehending the question, and now he was paying for his lack of consideration via Asch lifting Guy's leg and thrusting rather abruptly into him. "Ow!" Guy hissed, fingers clenching -possibly bruising- Asch's upper arms. "Asch! You are the biggest asshole I've ever met!"
"You answered me," Asch bit out lowly, shifting his weight slightly.
"Wait wait wait," Guy stammered, holding out a hand. "I changed my mind; my leg is cramping up."
"You have got to be kidding me," Asch snapped, finding it a bit difficult to think straight; his hands tightened on either side of Guy's hips. "I'm not falling for it. The second I pull out, you're making a break for it."
"No I won't, I promise. But I'm not going to be able to enj-enjoy this," Guy's breath hitched when Asch smirked and moved teasingly, "if...if my leg is...Asch, would you stop for a second?!"
"Fine, fine. But I swear Guy, if you even look at the door, I am going to hunt you down and give you a death more painful than you could even comprehend. Think 'torture with hyperresonance' included in that." Ignoring Guy's scoff, Asch very slowly pulled out.
Of course, Guy pushing himself up and settling -apparently more comfortably- on his hands and knees had its upsides; this way, Asch would get to enter Guy again. He bent over the swordsman, stomach pressed up against Guy's lower back, and licked the man's shoulder, listening to him panting as he began to form a slow and steady pattern. "Hey Guy," he murmured into Guy's ear, hand gliding from Guy's chest, down his stomach to grip him, "are you enjoying yourself?"
"Hell yes," Guy groaned, hanging his head and gasping; a strong hand reached up and grabbed the side of Asch's face to pull him into an awkward kiss -as Asch was shorter than Guy, and thus didn't have the height to quite reach- but it didn't really matter.
"Guy," Asch began again, swallowing and fighting to keep his composure long enough to ask, "tell me honestly...why do you like that replica more than me?"
"B-because...he reminds me...of how you...u-used to be," Guy panted, lifting an arm to brace himself against the headboard when Asch increased the pace in time and strength.
Asch would have asked Guy to expound upon that, but he found himself rather busy pounding the daylights out of him instead, and concentrated the low, rumbling sound in Guy's stomach, under his arm. He could have laughed if he had the breath for it; he was actually growling, like some kind of bear in heat. Maybe he was under the impression that whimpering, coupled with being bottom, would be too much?
Obviously not, for when Asch decided to test that theory by pumping him in time with his thrusts, Guy let out a low, keening whine that, for some odd reason, has Asch shuddering before slamming into him one last time. He thought he had heard Guy shout out his name -he wasn't sure- but could very clearly feel Guy's hand grab and grip his free one, clinging, and their fingers laced together and Asch wondered if they could possibly do this again a few times more.
Genre: I am from Florida, so it is full of CITRUS. And humor, because my sex is always funny or angry. >: \
Pairings/Characters: AschxGuy
Rating: A very porny NC-17.
Summary: A tasty slice of sex filled with not-angst and funny!anger. :D Thank God it just started writing itself. -_-'
"So...is this your way of getting over your thirst for revenge?" Asch asked smugly, craning his neck so that his hair would spill to the side when Guy scraped his teeth against the skin just below his ear.
"It helps," Guy laughed into his collar, shortly before fiddling with the belts on his tabard, tugging unceremoniously -nearly ripping it- until Asch slapped his hands away to unbuckle it himself, grumbling.
"Aren't you afraid your friends'll find out?" Asch wasn't really interested in the answer, and didn't especially care, all things considered.
"Nah, they'll be out for a while. Jade's at the bar, Anise is with him, and Tear and Natalia dragged Luke shopping."
"...you're not afraid of that replica finding out?"
There was a pause in the kisses on Asch's now bare shoulders, and the god general cursed under his breath. Questions that could possibly kill the mood should have been listed before engagement in any form of erotic activity. There was no way -now that he'd finally gotten the insufferable blonde on his own- that he was going to back down just because the moron was suffering from a delusional bout of selflessness!
"Luke's a...complicated issue. He-waugh!" Guy was denied the liberty of completing his sentence for, at that moment, Asch deftly hooked his foot behind Guy's ankle and yanked, sending them sprawling back onto the bed. "Asch! What the hell's your problem!?"
"You stopped kissing me," Asch told him simply, and wrested Guy's vest and shirt from his body with a childish impatience.
"You're the one who asked!" When Asch ignored him in favor of tearing his belt from his body and flinging it across the room, he kicked and shoved against Asch's shoulders. "Hey! Listen to me!" That bastard was not grinning.
"What?" Asch couldn't help but be somewhat amused by the simple act of stripping Guy while he threw a tantrum and hurling his belongings as far away as possible. Turning around, he plopped down firmly -painfully, judging by the 'oof'- on Guy's lap to pull off his boots, unable to swallow a pleased little chuckle.
"Why are you laughing?!" Guy sounded absolutely flustered, and he yanked angrily on the waistband of Asch's pants, feeling ridiculous. It was almost as if Asch were playing, but no, impossible. Not Mr. 'Ashes of the Sacred Flame, Yes This is my Poker Face' Asch fon Fabre. However, the notion suddenly became much more plausible when Asch removed his second boot and tickled his foot. Biting back a giggle -no, no, no!- Guy kicked, unfortunately missing the giddy god general as the redhead rolled from Guy's lap to remove his own shoes. "You're grade-A insane, Asch."
"I'm sleeping with you," Asch pointed out, shooting Guy a pointed look as he wriggled out of his pants, "so I'm afraid I'd have to agree. What sane person would want to sleep with a gay man that charms every girl he sees? You're confused."
"I am not confused." Guy shod the rest of his garments just as a now-naked Asch was leaning over him to kiss his chest. "I'm just...ahh," he moaned when Asch trailed his tongue down Guy's stomach. "I'm j-just unsure of how to p-proceed. He's just s-so-"
Asch scowled, lifting his face from Guy's nipple to glare heartily at him. "Guy, shut the hell up. I am not going to listen to you whine about that stupid replica while I give you a blow job."
"While you wh-AH!" Guy yelped when Asch took him into his mouth before sinking back onto the bed, fingers moving to wrap themselves in Asch's long hair as his eyes rolled back into his head. "Asch," he gasped, and Asch responded with, "Mmph," which caused his stomach to knot up. "Asch, Asch, Asch," he chanted, unsure as to what purpose the chanting would serve.
At any rate, it seemed to serve as encouragement, and Asch used his tongue in a way he was pretty sure would be pleasurable as a sort of reward. Guy appeared to agree, as he shouted out, "AHH!" and tugged rather hard on his hair.
"Excuse me," Asch growled, lifting his head from Guy's lap, "could you please not pull my hair out while I am doing you what is most likely the biggest favor you will ever receive?"
"I can't h-help it!" Guy snapped, very flushed and looking very prepped, at least to Asch. When the teenager crawled his way up to kiss Guy, however, the blonde complained, "Oh, come on. You're not gonna finish?" Despite his words, his arms slipped down Asch's neck and shoulders and over his sides, hands clasping behind Asch's back as they shared a rather involved kiss. This was strange; this was not the kind of behavior casual fuck-buddies assumed. This was a bit more...intimate than he had been expecting.
"Hey Guy, you were my first kiss, y'know." Asch said this as he straddled Guy's waist and leaned over to rummage in the nightstand, letting out a satisfied hum upon locating a bottle of lotion.
Guy's blank expression could have been called cute. "Come again?"
"When I was three and you were seven." Asch opened the bottle and cursed when what looked like the entire contents emptied onto his hand and Guy's stomach below that. Scooping as much back into the bottle as he could, Asch elaborated, "I heard the maids talking to you about your fear of women, and how you shouldn't be scared and whatever, and they were teasing you about what you would do when you wanted to kiss a girl." Deciding to make the best of a situation -and butter Guy up, considering he would most likely not be happy when he snapped out of his stupor to find out that he was not going to be top- Asch slowly rubbed the lotion into Guy's stomach and chest, massaging him slightly.
"Mmm," Guy hummed, eyes closed. "I remember now."
"You said you never wanted to kiss anyone, because it was gross, and I was a brat so I ran right up and kissed you right on the lips." Asch smirked; even as a little kid, he had been awesome. "You chased me for a while until I lost you by hiding in Mother and Father's room."
"You mean until you cheated by hiding in His and Her Graces' room," Guy grumbled, and Asch laughed.
"Yeah. Would you rather be on your back, or hands and knees?"
"Back. What?" Guy had answered before even comprehending the question, and now he was paying for his lack of consideration via Asch lifting Guy's leg and thrusting rather abruptly into him. "Ow!" Guy hissed, fingers clenching -possibly bruising- Asch's upper arms. "Asch! You are the biggest asshole I've ever met!"
"You answered me," Asch bit out lowly, shifting his weight slightly.
"Wait wait wait," Guy stammered, holding out a hand. "I changed my mind; my leg is cramping up."
"You have got to be kidding me," Asch snapped, finding it a bit difficult to think straight; his hands tightened on either side of Guy's hips. "I'm not falling for it. The second I pull out, you're making a break for it."
"No I won't, I promise. But I'm not going to be able to enj-enjoy this," Guy's breath hitched when Asch smirked and moved teasingly, "if...if my leg is...Asch, would you stop for a second?!"
"Fine, fine. But I swear Guy, if you even look at the door, I am going to hunt you down and give you a death more painful than you could even comprehend. Think 'torture with hyperresonance' included in that." Ignoring Guy's scoff, Asch very slowly pulled out.
Of course, Guy pushing himself up and settling -apparently more comfortably- on his hands and knees had its upsides; this way, Asch would get to enter Guy again. He bent over the swordsman, stomach pressed up against Guy's lower back, and licked the man's shoulder, listening to him panting as he began to form a slow and steady pattern. "Hey Guy," he murmured into Guy's ear, hand gliding from Guy's chest, down his stomach to grip him, "are you enjoying yourself?"
"Hell yes," Guy groaned, hanging his head and gasping; a strong hand reached up and grabbed the side of Asch's face to pull him into an awkward kiss -as Asch was shorter than Guy, and thus didn't have the height to quite reach- but it didn't really matter.
"Guy," Asch began again, swallowing and fighting to keep his composure long enough to ask, "tell me honestly...why do you like that replica more than me?"
"B-because...he reminds me...of how you...u-used to be," Guy panted, lifting an arm to brace himself against the headboard when Asch increased the pace in time and strength.
Asch would have asked Guy to expound upon that, but he found himself rather busy pounding the daylights out of him instead, and concentrated the low, rumbling sound in Guy's stomach, under his arm. He could have laughed if he had the breath for it; he was actually growling, like some kind of bear in heat. Maybe he was under the impression that whimpering, coupled with being bottom, would be too much?
Obviously not, for when Asch decided to test that theory by pumping him in time with his thrusts, Guy let out a low, keening whine that, for some odd reason, has Asch shuddering before slamming into him one last time. He thought he had heard Guy shout out his name -he wasn't sure- but could very clearly feel Guy's hand grab and grip his free one, clinging, and their fingers laced together and Asch wondered if they could possibly do this again a few times more.