Matt x Juan Drabbles
Matt Engarde x Juan Corrida Drabbles
Author: thatonefangirl
Rating: R
Warnings: Mentions of sex, violence, suicide, spoilers for all of JFA case 4, slight crack.
Complete: 5/100
Notes: Five drabbles from drabbles100. They aren't all amazing, but I'm mostly just trying to get the 100 drabbles done :P I like them well enough though. And also, I'm not entirely sure when Juan and Celeste met. Oh well.
Cross-posted to my journal, drabbles100, gyakuten_saiban, and igiari. Sorry if you see it more than once!
030. Death
Juan had just been going to apologize. He had expected to find Celeste angry and upset at him, because that's how she looked last time he saw him, right after he broke up with her.
He hadn't expected to find her dangling from the ceiling, her lips and fingertips blue.
There was no note, no explanation, but Juan didn't need one. He knew she was tired of being used in the sick game Juan and Matt played. Maybe that's why he wrote the note, because he knew.
It was something else he could hold over Matt's head, after all.
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033. Too Much
Sometimes, being with Juan Corrida was too much. It made it hard to breathe when Matt felt those hands drag over his bare torso, when he heard that voice, low and husky and tainted with that damned Spanish accent. Matt had always hated that accent, and Juan knew it, making it intentionally thicker when Matt was around, throwing in the occasional Spanish word, just to piss him off a little more.
Even when it all got to be too much, when Matt felt his throat close up from the passion and the hatred, he didn't think he could ever stop.
--
036. Smell
Matt would die before he admitted it, but he loved the smell of Juan's hair. It was weird, seeing as he hated the rest of the man. Of course, he couldn't just go up and smell the man's hair, so he would take advantage of being so close to him during sex.
It had probably been a dumb idea to ask Juan what kind of shampoo he used, because he would find a way to use it against him, but at least now he didn't have to have sex with the man for the scent of his peach mango shampoo.
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039. Taste
"Would you quit biting my lip?" Juan hissed, pressed up against the wall, Matt's body pinning him there.
Matt smirked. "Why should I?" he asked, nipping again at Juan's bottom lip, actually drawing blood this time.
Juan sucked in a breath. "Because I asked you to."
Matt laughed. "Not a chance." He ran his tongue along Juan's lower lip, cleaning it of blood.
Juan made a face, shuddering at the sight of his blood on Matt's lips. "Are you obsessed with my blood or something?"
Matt licked the crimson liquid away. "Just the taste," he said, and bit him again.
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089. She
She was a beautiful woman. Had been. Always smiling, despite the situation. In the entire time he'd know her, Juan had seen Celeste truly upset only twice. Once had been when he first met her, shortly after her break-up with Matt Engarde. The second time...had been right after he had broken up with her.
She had been so happy all the time, even when the two men had been throwing her around, using her in their game... So when Juan found her, hanging from a rope, it was almost out of the blue.
She had always been smiling, after all.
Author: thatonefangirl
Rating: R
Warnings: Mentions of sex, violence, suicide, spoilers for all of JFA case 4, slight crack.
Complete: 5/100
Notes: Five drabbles from drabbles100. They aren't all amazing, but I'm mostly just trying to get the 100 drabbles done :P I like them well enough though. And also, I'm not entirely sure when Juan and Celeste met. Oh well.
Cross-posted to my journal, drabbles100, gyakuten_saiban, and igiari. Sorry if you see it more than once!
030. Death
Juan had just been going to apologize. He had expected to find Celeste angry and upset at him, because that's how she looked last time he saw him, right after he broke up with her.
He hadn't expected to find her dangling from the ceiling, her lips and fingertips blue.
There was no note, no explanation, but Juan didn't need one. He knew she was tired of being used in the sick game Juan and Matt played. Maybe that's why he wrote the note, because he knew.
It was something else he could hold over Matt's head, after all.
--
033. Too Much
Sometimes, being with Juan Corrida was too much. It made it hard to breathe when Matt felt those hands drag over his bare torso, when he heard that voice, low and husky and tainted with that damned Spanish accent. Matt had always hated that accent, and Juan knew it, making it intentionally thicker when Matt was around, throwing in the occasional Spanish word, just to piss him off a little more.
Even when it all got to be too much, when Matt felt his throat close up from the passion and the hatred, he didn't think he could ever stop.
--
036. Smell
Matt would die before he admitted it, but he loved the smell of Juan's hair. It was weird, seeing as he hated the rest of the man. Of course, he couldn't just go up and smell the man's hair, so he would take advantage of being so close to him during sex.
It had probably been a dumb idea to ask Juan what kind of shampoo he used, because he would find a way to use it against him, but at least now he didn't have to have sex with the man for the scent of his peach mango shampoo.
--
039. Taste
"Would you quit biting my lip?" Juan hissed, pressed up against the wall, Matt's body pinning him there.
Matt smirked. "Why should I?" he asked, nipping again at Juan's bottom lip, actually drawing blood this time.
Juan sucked in a breath. "Because I asked you to."
Matt laughed. "Not a chance." He ran his tongue along Juan's lower lip, cleaning it of blood.
Juan made a face, shuddering at the sight of his blood on Matt's lips. "Are you obsessed with my blood or something?"
Matt licked the crimson liquid away. "Just the taste," he said, and bit him again.
--
089. She
She was a beautiful woman. Had been. Always smiling, despite the situation. In the entire time he'd know her, Juan had seen Celeste truly upset only twice. Once had been when he first met her, shortly after her break-up with Matt Engarde. The second time...had been right after he had broken up with her.
She had been so happy all the time, even when the two men had been throwing her around, using her in their game... So when Juan found her, hanging from a rope, it was almost out of the blue.
She had always been smiling, after all.