Drabble Set #9 - Enticements
Title: Drabble-Challenge Sets - Enticements
Author: MM - papermaskerade
Bands: SCREW, Alice Nine, BUCK-TICK, SID, Phantasmagoria, Lolita23q.
Pairings: Kazuki x Hiroto, Atsushi x Aki, Kisaki x Sou, Mystery x Mystery
Rating: Maybe R for Implied Content?
Disclaimer: This didn’t happen, I don’t own the characters. This is just for fun and is a product of my own imagination.
Summary: I wasn’t feeling like myself tonight, so I snatched up Alsie (echo_plex ) and Lara (catastrophics ) and we did drabbles tonight. ;D High-fives for chatroom drabble-spamming. XD Alright, triple drabbles was the form of the night, so these are three hundred words each.
Notes/Comments: Songs used for inspiration this time around are “Poker Face” - Lady Gaga // “All the Right Moves” - One Republic // “Something In Your Mouth” - Nickelback // “S.O.S (Anything But Love)” - Apocalyptica.
“Poker Face” - Kazuki x Hiroto
Deal. Whisper-thin plastic slides across crimson velvet, precise and untouchable for the moment; first comes five flicks of a slim wrist and small fingers, repeated again to leave each player with two faceless cards.
Around the table the players look down into their hands, fingers hovering over chips. The dealer’s eyes are naively wide, but he’s keeping an eye on the player at the far end of the line. Large, dark reflective glasses guarded the player’s eyes, but without even seeing them, Hiroto could feel them on him - a gaze burning into him as he dealt.
“First action is yours,” Hiroto said, as plainly as possible.
Pierced lips flicked up at the corners and one manicured nail tapped a half-tower of ivory chips before two fingers slid it forward. “Twenty-thousand for the pot, baby,” the player drawled, “and ten-thousand to you, if you give me what I want.”
Pink flushed in pale cheeks, an unprofessional reaction - and Hiroto hoped his hand didn’t tremble as he reached out to sweep the chips into the pot. “It’s the luck of the cards…sir…”
“Sure it is,” the other laughed.
The action went around - two folds, two calls. Hiroto collected the chips, dealt the next turn cards, and paused, his gaze sweeping the table as he offered them a polite smile. “Show your cards, please.”
Flip. Hisses went up around the table, curses muttered and cards thrown haphazardly at the pot-chips in muted anger. Two players shoved their chairs back, out of chips and patience. Three remained.
The pierced man was the only one still smiling.
Hiroto cleared his throat and swept the winnings his way. “Your collection of ninety-thousand, sir.”
The man grinned, tipping his glasses down to meet Hiroto’s gaze over the rim, flipping him a silver-striped chip.
“Call me Kazuki, baby.”
“Queen of Spades” - Atsushi x Aki
Those legs go on forever.
Or so it seemed. Dark eyes were riveted to the enticing glimpses of long, lithe legs and lovely thighs that peeked through the artfully cut panels of the ivory evening gown; all eyes were undeniable drawn there, immediately riveted by the beauty in white-silk - with that light laugh that carried across the room and those intriguing adornments around his lips and those legs that go on forever.
But that was impossible - they had to end somewhere. And by god, Atsushi had a good idea of where he wanted them to end, exactly. Sipping his Amarone, making vaguely conversational chit-chat with the ambassador and his wife, he bided his time.
It took another thirty minutes before he could get away, but once he was free his legs carried him through the crowd of charity revelers and polite sophisticates directly to the other’s side. It didn’t take but a breath for him to capture the ravishing beauty’s hand in his own, to bring it to his lips and brush a kiss across pale knuckles.
“I don’t believe we’ve been introduced,” he whispered, holding his lips to that satin-soft skin. “Your name, cher?”
Lips ringed in silver tipped up at both corners, and eyes of an astoundingly clear grey met his beneath a veil of thick, dark lashes. “Why ruin the intrigue with names, when the mystery of a unknown partner’s kiss is the greatest of temptations in a sea of faces?”
The answer startled a low, dark chuckle from Atsushi and he straightened, still retaining possession of the other hand. “Perhaps you’re right,” he murmured, “how thoughtless of me.” He carefully tucked the other’s hand into the crook of his elbow as he turned - and smiled faintly when his captive beauty took a step to match his.
“Something In Your Mouth” - Kisaki x Sou
The skirt was hardly decent, the lace-patterned fishnet only barely brushing slim, milky thighs; pert little mounds of flesh peeked from beneath the frill. Black panties were visible with every step, the black-straps and silver-buckles of a garter visible were they contrasted sharply against pale flesh. Sheer stockings and tiny transparent stiletto heels. Lithe arms raised above a head crowned in platinum locks. Coral lips of deceptively sweet-looking cupid’s-bow curves slicked with gloss and tipped up in a pleased smile, hips rocking back in forth in the air even as small, deft hands wrapped around a solid silver pole to drag a lean body around in a spin.
The world blurred around the edges until Sou settled himself against the pole once more, wrapping one leg around it for mediocre support as he bent his body back in a supple curve that drew wolf whistles from the table of off-duty cops ringing the stage. Beneath frosty lashes, eyes of shattered-sapphire glittered impishly, dragging over all of them with unspoken promise; a pink tongue licked his lips, hips thrusting in shallow rolls against metal seeking heat. His gaze touched on each and every one of them, looking for the one - the only one worthy of his special show.
And found him - hiding in the shadows just away from the light of the stage. Though he might try to deny it, there was no ignoring the way Kisaki’s eyes burned over Sou’s barely-clothed body, or the way his hand wrapped around the neck of his beer. Devious light set a glow in Sou’s eyes and he made sure to arch just the way Kisaki liked, blowing a cocky kiss to his guardian.
This was more than just looking after his wayward charge - no matter how the lust-locked agent tried to justify it.
“Anything But Love” - Mystery x Mystery
The days are hell, the nights are hell too - just colder, harder, more lonely. Hands holding him down, taking without mercy; lips pressing to the shell of his ear, telling him he enjoyed it, reminding him that he chose this. Fingers wrapped around his length, stroking, dragging moans from his abused lips. Condemn me. He wants to scream - he even manages it sometimes - but tonight he’s too weak, too hot, too scared. He’s the victim of the sickest type of infatuation, the worst sort of need.
His hands scramble at the air helplessly, his nails chipped and his palms roughened; his arms ached, his shoulders burned - the lasting embrace of ropes far coarser than silk binding him still. Nightmares. Where had he conjured this lover from, this monster who could so thoroughly destroy everything he was with his effortless cruelty? Hips crashed against his, his tail-bone bruised and sore, his thighs quivering with the strain of maintaining his kneeling stance in the mattress; bent forward, subject to gravity and held up only by the chafing rope-collar around his throat, his breaths came short and his vision wavered with exhaustion and pain and tears.
Sex, violence - fucking. Where did the pleasure give way to pain - and where did it all spin back on itself, more agony than ecstasy could erase? When did he start to need this hurt to wipe away the ache in his loving-heart? When did he decide that it was a good thing, this turning over of his body into the possession of a man who would rather bruise him than soothe him?
How was he driven this far - this fast, this deep, this out of control? What did he get from this? What was this?
Call it anything you like, he chanted silently, anything but love, please.