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Coitus Interruptus | Amakarie

"You better not be drunk," Kei muttered out of the side of his mouth.

It seemed that Sho was attempting to suffocate him, pushing his face against his, tongue scraping down his own.

"Doorb."

"Meh?" Sho pulled back slightly, wiping his wrist at the corner of his face, then fingering Kei's crinkled mouth.

"I said ‘Door.' How bout we take a second to open it, hmn?"

Sho thinned his dark eyes, a predatory grin stretching across his lips. He grabbed the handle and pushed his body up against Kei, who only grunted and watched him evenly.

"I can do both at the same time, I assure you," Sho whispered at his shoulder, shimmying the knob with one hand as the other grazed down the slope of Kei's back. Although the vampire remained silent on Sho's approach, he obligingly parted his lips, enjoying slippery movement of their tongues as they stood in the hallway.

*jika…jikajikajika…jik..*

Kei's glare rolled up to the ceiling. He sighed into Sho's mouth, shoulder's following the heavy,
frustrated movement. The knob always stuck at the wrong moment.

Kei knew he couldn't kick it open for him right then and there. Sho was jacked up on testosterone; if he fixed it for him, his fragile ego would shatter and there'd be no hope of him getting laid that night.

Tensing his jaw, Kei touched his head against the flimsy door, mentally shaking the lock into alignment. One wrench by Sho's hand and they were in.

"Ha, told you," Sho growled against his ear.

My big strong man, Kei thought back sarcastically as their feet moved backward together.

They stumbled through the kitchen-livingroom-hallway-bathroom(grab the lube, backupbackup!)-hallway-bed.

"Fwah," Kei gasped, open hands stretched out against the matress.

"Awe, winded?" Sho chuckled mischievously as he struggled with his own shirt buttons. "Looks like you're showing your age."

Kei's black eyes evenly stared back at him as he fingered the zipper of his dark jacket and inched it town its track. He lifted his foot off the carpet, hooked it against Sho's ass and pulled him forward, ontop of him.

"Shut up."

Sho eagerly obliged, kissing him deeply with the tilt of his head and subsequently pressing his teeth into the sinuous curves of his friend's neck. With that, Kei lost his even breathing and a line of fierce concentration cropped up between his black brows. He grasped at the distracting braids at the base of Sho's neck, the sensation pulling at him from someplace very deep inside.

Another rough bite and Sho's lover dropped his hands and pressed them into his shoulders, first clinging, then shaking roughly.

"Sh…Sho, ha, I'm getting, excited," He whispered quickly against his forehead, barely any voice in his words.

"Good." Sho murmured, punctuating his reply by splitting open the front of Kei pants with a quick jerk.

With that, Kei abruptly grasped the sides of his friend's smooth face and swung him down, bouncing the mattress with Sho's landing. Without one speck of hesitation, the vampire mounted him with a guttural moan.

Sho blinked, looking up into the glow of nocturnal eyes. The sound unnerved him, but all hesitation was forgotten with hot touch of Kei's tongue against his throat and the clench of his smaller thighs.

"Ahhh~~ that's…just great," Sho encouraged bluntly as Kei began to nibble his way up to his ear. "Ahh…ah. Ah! Ahh! AHHHOWWWww! Fuck! Fuck, get off!"

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Kei surveyed his friend evenly from the kitchen stool.

Sho was digging through the higher shelves with one hand, the other dramatically clutching at his neck. He pulled down a basket of meds, systematically throwing aside the bottles in search for precious antibacterial.

"Oh for the love of…you're acting like I gouged your jugular or something," Kei protested softly.

"Acting?" Sho spiked back as he turned towards him. "You bit a hole in my neck!"

Kei took a moment take a puff, the crease between his slender eyebrows growing by the second. He genteelly removed the cigarette from his lips.

"You started it."

"What?" Sho shot back.

"Huh," A black brow shot up. "All that nibbling…what'd you expect me to do? And didn't I warn you that I was getting excited?"

Sho stopped himself…easing back his stance as he smiled. After a moment, he opened his eyes again.

"First off," he muttered delicately. "It's okay for me to nibble…because my canines aren't two fucking inches long…unlike someone else's."

Kei silently ran his tongue across the top row of his teeth, but said nothing.

"Secondly," Sho punctuated, a definitive finger shooting up. "I thought you were getting ‘excited,' not excited!"

"And that's my fault?" Kei moaned, slumping backwards. Unable to give up his anger, Sho stalked out of the kitchen, dumping himself on their couch. He propped up his bare feet and glared at the TV.

His friend stayed on his perch for a few minutes, managing to look completely natural, even though he was wearing partially undone trousers. After the cigarette between his pursed lips burned down to the stub, he flicked into the sink from across the room and followed Sho.

The young man only uncomfortably twisted his body away when his friend entered the room. Kei could see the discoloration of the band-aid clinging to Sho's defined neck.

He stared at the skin, eyes thinning.

Walking around the coffee table, Kei confronted him by taking an easy stance directly in his line of
vision. Sho blankly stared forward at Kei's open fly, inches away from his eyes.

"I know what will make you feel all better," Kei muttered, a smile creeping out of the corner of his mouth as he hooked both thumbs into the belt loops.

"Not interested," He returned shortly, turning his face away. "I'm cold-showered, thanks to you."

A.k.a. Bruised ego.

Kei dropped his head, sighing shortly. He grudgingly backed up, seating himself on the edge of the furniture. For a moment, he only stared flatly at the glowing screen…then down at Sho's feet. He curled his hands around one, rubbing his fingers into the arch and-

Sho jerked his foot away from his amorous partner, barking: "No!"

Kei growled, eyeing him sideways.

They managed to sit there for several minutes in a type of strained, bearable quiet, minus the slight clack of Kei playing with his lighter and the low murmur of the television; Sho seemed genuinely interested on whatever the English woman on TV was reporting.

However, Kei hadn't given up hope on where the rest of the night would lead them. Sho might throw temper-tantrums easily, but the man had a painfully short attention span; he was sure he could make him forget all about the little tiff, with the right amount of persuasion.

He swung back his lighter close to his eyes, liking to cool, crisp sound it made. Pitching his hips up and off the couch, he rummaged out a cigarette from his back pocket and lit the tip. He could tell by the vanishing scent of butane that there was little to no gas left in his favorite of lighters; this'd probably be the last flame he'd get off of it.

He heard Sho audibly sniff the air, his legs shifting tensely. His partner glanced across at his perturbed face, highlighted by the glow of the television.

"Want one?" He offered graciously.

Sho closed his eyes, shrugging half-heartedly.

"I wouldn't mind it."

Kei chuckled, shifting as he dug out another one. Grinning he handed the stick and his engraved lighter across to his companion, who took it grudgingly.

*clik…cliclik…*

"Shit."

Sho tried again, pushing the lighter and watching the blinks of sparks that refused to burn. Kei smiled to himself, then turned his head and asked: "Need a light?"

He grunted back in reply, tossing the useless instrument onto the coffee table.

Silently, the vampire bent sideways and crawled onto his friend, letting his legs slide heavily over the other's hips and stomach as he came up to his face. Kei gazed into his wide black eyes, sifting out smoke from the side of his mouth as he flared up the end of his cigarette to bright red.

"Go on." Kei dared, propping up the stick between his white fingers.

Sho blinked, started, then brought the unlit tip of his own cigarette to the burning coal held between the curves of Kei's lips.

So then began a long staring contest as they kept their cigarettes tightly linked together. Smoke rose between them like a flimsy gray veil.

On cue, Kei felt the slight nudge, then full touch of Sho's hand underneath his flimsy, open shirt. It rested on the slant of his side and then, getting curious, it began a slow, unfocused back-and-fourth movement.

Kei's grinned widened. He carefully shifted his hips to "point out" that he approved of Sho's friendly hand and where it was going.

Getting the best kind of permission, his lover smiled back quickly, took the newly-lighted cigarette out of his mouth and rubbed it into the ashtray. Kei followed suit, running his nose lightly across the band-aid as the smoke died in the little dish, two stumps left in their wake.

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*tump, tump, tump, tump-*

Sho and Kei's neighbor, Lao, stared at the ceiling in the dark. The wall beside his head shook with the amorous rhythms from the adjacent apartment's headboard.

"Shit!" He yelled, scrubbing his palms against his scrunched eyes. "I can't take this anymore. Every weekend!"

"…and sometimes on Wednesdays," His wife added faintly, clutching the sheets to her chest.

"That makes it all the more worse!" He proclaimed, sitting up in the dark. "We can't go on like this…I work like a dog 6 days a week! I don't…"

He glanced across the bed, noticing his wife's sad expression. He leaned towards her carefully.

"MeiMei, my poor thing. I can understand you being this upset," he muttered. She closed her eyes slowly, nodding once.

"Of course!" She choked out, turning her face towards him. "They have better rhythm than we do!"

He paused…then fell back into the bed, stuffing a pillow against his face and praying for suffocation.

Needless to say, Neither Kei, nor Sho (nor The Lao's, by default) got much sleep that night.

End