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Title: Attempted
Author: studyingstones2
Pairing: Seto/Yuugi
Rating: R for m/m sex
Summary: 308 words, prompt: Back Alley
Disclaimer: Not my characters, no profit, literary value, etc.
Dusty. Slowsoft and depressing.
One beer gone. Then two. And then he's moved on to the heavy stuff (squinting at the bartender just long enough to order) and it's not worth counting anymore.
Fingers on his shoulder. Pulling him out of a nice, sleepy haze of almost-forgetfulness. Can't stay numb anymore and it only takes moments before he's sobbing and clinging to Kaiba's coat and then they're outside in the alley and it's cold enough that he's actually conscious of the chill (of the shivers wracking his body), the knowledge insistent enough to penetrate his tired, overloaded, switched-off brain. But then even that knowledge flees because Kaiba's got four fingers in his ass- and the pain of that abruptness and the cold encircling his balls almost threatens to push him back into softness (and when the fuck did he get hard?) but Kaiba's already slamming into him- as his body shakes and the tears fall one after another after another down his cheeks to splash onto the cold concrete beneath his feet.
And Kaiba's hands are forcing bruises to the surface of Yuugi's skin as Yuugi's hands scrape along the brick of the wall, hard enough for little red-thick droplets to well up and stain his palms.
The world spins. Flips. Dizzy-making.
"Not-" Thrust. "-His." (Words against his ear, precome on his cock, tears on his face, blood on his hands.)
Again.
Again. Again. Again Again again againagainagainagain.
Coming.
And the release of all that pent up everything leaves him empty, lets the numbness seep back into him.
Small hiccup as he turns (unsteady on his feet, but he uses the wall for support) and looks up at Kaiba through heavy lidded, slowly-blinking eyes and says with careful deliberation, "I don't miss him." Wobble. "I don't-"
And then he falls forward into Kaiba's arms and the world shuts off.
Author: studyingstones2
Pairing: Seto/Yuugi
Rating: R for m/m sex
Summary: 308 words, prompt: Back Alley
Disclaimer: Not my characters, no profit, literary value, etc.
Dusty. Slowsoft and depressing.
One beer gone. Then two. And then he's moved on to the heavy stuff (squinting at the bartender just long enough to order) and it's not worth counting anymore.
Fingers on his shoulder. Pulling him out of a nice, sleepy haze of almost-forgetfulness. Can't stay numb anymore and it only takes moments before he's sobbing and clinging to Kaiba's coat and then they're outside in the alley and it's cold enough that he's actually conscious of the chill (of the shivers wracking his body), the knowledge insistent enough to penetrate his tired, overloaded, switched-off brain. But then even that knowledge flees because Kaiba's got four fingers in his ass- and the pain of that abruptness and the cold encircling his balls almost threatens to push him back into softness (and when the fuck did he get hard?) but Kaiba's already slamming into him- as his body shakes and the tears fall one after another after another down his cheeks to splash onto the cold concrete beneath his feet.
And Kaiba's hands are forcing bruises to the surface of Yuugi's skin as Yuugi's hands scrape along the brick of the wall, hard enough for little red-thick droplets to well up and stain his palms.
The world spins. Flips. Dizzy-making.
"Not-" Thrust. "-His." (Words against his ear, precome on his cock, tears on his face, blood on his hands.)
Again.
Again. Again. Again Again again againagainagainagain.
Coming.
And the release of all that pent up everything leaves him empty, lets the numbness seep back into him.
Small hiccup as he turns (unsteady on his feet, but he uses the wall for support) and looks up at Kaiba through heavy lidded, slowly-blinking eyes and says with careful deliberation, "I don't miss him." Wobble. "I don't-"
And then he falls forward into Kaiba's arms and the world shuts off.