Best Laid Plans of Mice And Men

[silenziosa_odio]

Percy kicked the door of his flat, frowning at the little trail of red drops that he left in his wake. There was a certain irony to this, the fact that a five inch blade was rammed into his arm deep enough to pierce the bone. It throbbed; an aching pain that traced its way from his would to his shoulder and across his frail body

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[le_gamin]

Arthur stood before the door to Percy’s flat, worrying his bottom lip with his teeth. He lifted his fist, but he seemed to think better of knocking just yet, turning his head to shoot Anson a measured look.

‘You will behave, wouldn’t you? You will be a gentleman?’

[anson_greene]

Anson stands next to Arthur, regarding the door with dread. Any moment now Arthur's going to knock and then it'll open and he'll be standing there, no doubt looking like the cat that got into the cream. Not that cream is his usual drink, Anson thinks grimly. At Arthur's admonishment, he scowls and shoves his hands in his pockets, feeling all of about eight years old.

"Yes," he sighs reluctantly. "I'll behave. I promise."

[le_gamin]

Arthur smirks and leans over to kiss Anson on the lips wordlessly. He quirks an eyebrow as he pulls back, keeping his eyes on Anson as he finally knocks on the door.

Looking down to admire his shoes in the interim, he frowns, noticing little red dots on the ground below him.

[silenziosa_odio]

He was going to need new shoes...a new shirt, probably new jeans, and all he could think was that he should have killed the asshole. But whatever thoughts went long with that were derailed but the sudden, unexpected knock.

He waited a moment, as if expecting the tale-tell call of 'open up, police', to chase the words. But when they didn't come he frowned, peeking out of his bedroom, and then slowly marching toward the door.

His bare feet padded against the cool wooden floor soundlessly as he came up to the door, and peeked out the eye-hole. Er...what where they doing here? As a pair?

Slowly, a barely clothed Percy opened the door with a confused expression clear on his face as he rested his injured arm behind the door. "Arthur.....Anson...Is something the matter?"

[anson_greene]

Percy pulls away and Anson falls back against the cushions. His lips are parted, his color high, his eyes wide and dazed as he gazes at Percy in awe. Slowly, tentatively, he puts up a hand, fingertips trailing lightly over the mark Percy left on him.

He can't speak for a moment. He just lies there, sprawled and rumpled and looking utterly debauched. Percy occupies himself with his makeshift bandage, seemingly disinterested, but Arthur kneels there between Anson's thighs, his blue eyes searching Anson's face with a mixture of curiosity and worry. Anson reaches down and cups Arthur's cheek, then leans down, still a little wobbly, and presses his lips against Arthur's, taking his mouth in a long, deep, searing kiss.

[le_gamin]

That kiss is like no other Anson has given him before, decadent and exhusted and intense with a faint coppery taste of blood. But he notices that Anson seems a bit unsteady, so puts his hands on his shoulder and he raises himself up on his knees, so he doesn’t have to bend over.

‘All right, mon petit prince?’ Arthur doesn’t even wait for an answer before breaking into a grin and smacking him excitedly on the thigh. ‘Shit, Anson, that was so fuckin’ ‘ot. I wish I could do that you. Make you ‘old on to me like that while I just corrupt you, completely using your body...ohhh...’

He's in a bit of state.

[anson_greene]

Anson grins. He still feels oddly euphoric, almost high, and he's still horny as hell, but at least he's regained his power of speech.

"Yeah," he says softly, nuzzling Arthur's ear. "I'm okay." He pauses and whispers softly, so only Arthur can hear. "I see now why you liked it." He chuckles at Arthur's exuberance, the way his eyes sparkle with excitement even as they smolder with lust. Arthur's lips are swollen now, too, from the kiss, and his cheeks are pink. Anson slips his arms around Arthur's waist and holds on tight. "You can use my body anytime," he murmurs, nipping and sucking at that plush bottom lip. "Corrupt me, baby."

[silenziosa_odio]

Percy pulled the rag off, inspecting the newly healed flesh that had the pink tones of life to it. He smiled a little, before looking back at the pair snuggled close like lovers on his couch. He smiled a little, contemplating what he could do now, as he watched them quietly.

He was, if anything, not the best of lovers. He most certainly had his moments of awkward hesitation and unease. But watching them was proving to be quite amusing.