30 Challenges
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Category:
+S to Z › X/1999
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
3,083
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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30 Challenges
Obligatory disclaimer: X is owned by CLAMP and not me.
a/n: Catie wanted me to claim S/S on 30_lemons -- but you all know I'm a lazy-assed whore, and I hate doing detailed smut. But nothing's keeping me from doing them on my own time, my own way. These are a fun side-project, and will be updated slowly... sorry.
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1. Anonymity, or, "Taken by the Faceless Stranger"
Subaru blamed it on a lot of different things. It was dark, the bar was smoky, crowded far past being a fire hazard, he was tired, he was drunk. Sometimes, he even believed that someone had slipped something into one of his drinks… and occasionally, he suspected someone in particular.
The truth was he simply wasn’t paying attention. Bars weren’t for paying attention in, after all, they were for getting drunk and forgetting everything from an overlong day to his own name.
At first, it had driven him crazy, but eventually he had ceased to care or even notice when people crowded him. He actually had grown to enjoy it, to seek out places that were increasingly busy. If no one else cared that you were there, let alone who or what you were, there was no reason you had to.
So, when he was pushed up against the bar where he had been waiting for a drink, he didn’t think much of it, at first. It happened regularly, and even though the metal edge of the bar dug into his ribs a bit, he didn’t mind. He expected it.
What he didn’t expect was the arm snaking around his waist, or the fingers that dipped into the waistband of his pants. He looked back, but he couldn’t make anything out but a shoulder of a perfectly ordinary suit – one indistinguishable from the ones the salarymen who populated the bar wore.
The hand dipped lower, sliding down the front of his pants, and he sucked in a breath, standing still in shock, knowing he was blushing. Another hand slid to anchor a hip, and he shot another glance around, but no one else was looking in his direction, far too busy with their drinks or their dates.
Subaru closed his eyes briefly, trying to get himself under control, even though it was becoming increasingly obvious that he wouldn’t be able to. He whimpered softly when the hand squeezed, and he couldn’t even hear it over the din, or the soft chuckle he felt in the other man’s chest, pressed up against his back.
He bit his lip hard as he came, and the hands wasted no time in easing the zipper back up, buttoning his pants just as the bartender turned to him, waiting expectantly. Blushing furiously, he stammered out his drink order. The bartender nodded and then looked directly behind him.
“Water, please.” It was a terribly familiar voice, full of humor and self-satisfaction.
Subaru’s eyes widened.
a/n: Catie wanted me to claim S/S on 30_lemons -- but you all know I'm a lazy-assed whore, and I hate doing detailed smut. But nothing's keeping me from doing them on my own time, my own way. These are a fun side-project, and will be updated slowly... sorry.
--==--
1. Anonymity, or, "Taken by the Faceless Stranger"
Subaru blamed it on a lot of different things. It was dark, the bar was smoky, crowded far past being a fire hazard, he was tired, he was drunk. Sometimes, he even believed that someone had slipped something into one of his drinks… and occasionally, he suspected someone in particular.
The truth was he simply wasn’t paying attention. Bars weren’t for paying attention in, after all, they were for getting drunk and forgetting everything from an overlong day to his own name.
At first, it had driven him crazy, but eventually he had ceased to care or even notice when people crowded him. He actually had grown to enjoy it, to seek out places that were increasingly busy. If no one else cared that you were there, let alone who or what you were, there was no reason you had to.
So, when he was pushed up against the bar where he had been waiting for a drink, he didn’t think much of it, at first. It happened regularly, and even though the metal edge of the bar dug into his ribs a bit, he didn’t mind. He expected it.
What he didn’t expect was the arm snaking around his waist, or the fingers that dipped into the waistband of his pants. He looked back, but he couldn’t make anything out but a shoulder of a perfectly ordinary suit – one indistinguishable from the ones the salarymen who populated the bar wore.
The hand dipped lower, sliding down the front of his pants, and he sucked in a breath, standing still in shock, knowing he was blushing. Another hand slid to anchor a hip, and he shot another glance around, but no one else was looking in his direction, far too busy with their drinks or their dates.
Subaru closed his eyes briefly, trying to get himself under control, even though it was becoming increasingly obvious that he wouldn’t be able to. He whimpered softly when the hand squeezed, and he couldn’t even hear it over the din, or the soft chuckle he felt in the other man’s chest, pressed up against his back.
He bit his lip hard as he came, and the hands wasted no time in easing the zipper back up, buttoning his pants just as the bartender turned to him, waiting expectantly. Blushing furiously, he stammered out his drink order. The bartender nodded and then looked directly behind him.
“Water, please.” It was a terribly familiar voice, full of humor and self-satisfaction.
Subaru’s eyes widened.