Never get drunk again

Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis. I don’t have permission to use the characters. I am also not writing this for profit.

Drunk
Who: Kite and Akutsu
Rating: NC-17
Warning: this fic contains intercourse of dubious consent. Don't read if you don't like. And also Akutsu...which means a lot of swearing... Also this is told in a series of flashbacks. The ..... depicts a change in time.


His head hurt. It hurt and he needed a fucking cigarette. He needed one and he needed to figure out where the hell he was. It was very often that Akutsu woke in a bad mood. That happened pretty much every day. What didn’t happen was Akutsu waking up in a strange bed. What didn’t happen was him waking in a strange bed, naked, a little more sore than he should be in places he shouldn’t and with no memory of how he had gotten there. He would have sworn, quite loudly, but he really couldn’t talk. His voice was raw and it felt like something that died in his mouth. His head was pounding and the water coming from the other room made it worse. As did the pain of the light filtering through the crack in the curtains. He rolled over and felt the caress of cloth against his naked frame.

“Eehhhh!?” Naked. What the hell? Why was he naked… He groaned and cracked an eye. Blearily he looked around. He was barely starting to recognize this room. It looked like some shitty hotel room. Real seedy crap place. There was a bottle of something in the nightstand. Alcohol… okay. That made since. Just a little. He could remember that much. He had been drinking…

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He had been at the hotel bar drinking… drinking a lot. Because the alcohol was cheaper here… he had been staying here. Yeah..that’s right. He was here for Golden Week… He had traveled all the way to Okinawa for Golden Week. Holed up in a hotel… Bored out of his fucking mind. Because there wasn’t shit to do in Okinawa. Cause he didn’t want to fucking go to the beach, cause there were stupid debases there…that and his incredibly pale skin would have burned to a crisp leaving him even more cranky and pissed than before. That left one thing. Sitting at the bar of the hotel and drinking himself into oblivion until something interesting happened. Anything interesting. A fight. Some sexy chick wanting to bounce of his cock for a few hours… anything to relieve the boredom.

He could remember that far at least. He could remember sitting at the bar again. He could remember drinking…something…something really fucking strong. He could remember lighting a cigarette…and he could remember a tanned hand taking it from his lips. He was still sober enough to remember the slightly shorter male. Around his own age and just as dangerous looking, taking his smoke away. Taking a small drag from it and then putting it out to breathe the smoke into his face. The Okinawan accent harsh and mocking in his ears as the smoke burned his eyes. “No smoking…Can’t you read.”

“Heh. Fuck you. I’ll do what I fucking want.” And Akutsu lit another cigarette and ordered another drink, even as the man slid next to him at the bar and muttered something that had sounded at the time like that’s the plan if all goes well. He had ignored it because the guy had just kept the drinks coming. Kept them coming and drunk just as many himself. Akutsu could remember trying to get off the stool and he could remember falling before he was too drunk to stand. He could remember strong arms catching him and that mocking voice asking him, with breath laden with booze, if he needed help to his room. “Fuck you.”

The Okinawan smirked and grabbed up a bottle and helped him towards the elevator. “All in due time…”

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Akutsu swore again. He was remembering rather slowly. But it was coming back to him in flashes. Each flash left him swearing that he’d never ever fucking drink again.

The lips, strong and demanding against his as soon as the elevator closed. The taste of whiskey mixing with the taste of vodka as the other’s tongue pressed into his mouth and he was pressed into the wall of the dirty elevator. He wasn’t into guys. He wasn’t some fucking fairy. He liked chicks, damnit. He liked full breasts and soft thighs… He wasn’t a fucking fag…He wasn’t…he wa…he was fucking enjoying it. That hard body that hungry tongue. FUCK! No! He swung and he was sure the punch landed.

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Akutsu slid from the bed towards the sound of the shower running. He remembered landing that punch…Then why was it that he felt pain. Lancing up his lower back making his knees weak. His knees it the floor and he saw the pile of discarded clothing. He didn’t remember taking them off. That’s right… he’d not taken them off…

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The tanned man set the bottle aside as soon as Akutsu was shoved into the room. Shoved because he was in a rather painful arm lock. His arm had been twisted behind his back for some time. To keep him from lashing out again. He didn’t have time to bring up his defenses again before the other man was on him, and his arm was once more twisted behind his back and he was pushed mercilessly to the floor, the other male against his back. He heard the sound of a click. And then the sound of his clothing and the freezing cold feel of a blade up his back cutting his clothing away. The blade nicked him when he struggled. “The hell! The fuck’er you doin… I ain’t like that. You fucking pervert bastard mother fucker… I ain’t like… ngggg.” He struggles did not stop even as he moaned at the feeling of a tongue washing over the cut as the rest of his clothing fell away. He continued to fight. Kicking and cursing even as rough hands traveled over his naked skin, touching everything. Making his skin crawl. Making his cock harden. Making him moan. “No…no… stop… fucking…stop. Don’t touch me you fucking bastard.”

He moaned again as the hand griped tighter around his erection and that dark voice growled into his ear. “This doesn’t seem to mind at all.” The strong stoke make his hips twitch and Akutsu swore again. He wasn’t even remotely fucking drunk enough for this.

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He wasn’t fucking sober enough to remember this either. Right now, all Akutsu wanted was a cigarette and he wanted to fucking drink himself back into oblivion. Because he didn’t want to fucking remember this. Not this. He didn’t want to remember what had happened there on the floor, mere feet away from the bed. He groped for the bottle and tried to take a drink. It was empty. “Fuck!” He threw the bottle and it shattered against the wall. The shower still went on in the other room. Just his luck. Just his fucking luck. And it had been full the night before…It had been full until that pervert bastard had done that.

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The liquid burned. It burned more than it did when he actually drunk it. It trickled over and into his opening as well as over his balls and down his cock. It was a fucking waste of good damn booze. He said as much. Or tried to, because the alcohol was seeping in, helped by the other’s tongue. A tongue trusting in and out of his hole. Stretching and making it wider. He never realize that he could get drunk like that. But he was. It sunk into the membranes, getting into his blood stream faster. Getting him well lubricated...in more ways than one. His swears got slurred and his hips were moving all on his own. He didn’t want this. He didn’t like this. He didn’t like this at all. It was perverted and dirty. Tongues didn’t fucking go there. Booze didn’t fucking go there. Fingers didn’t go there either and none of it was supposed to feel this damn good. His hips raised and he knew he was moaning like a whore between his curses.

He heard the sound of a condom being ripped open and he laughed. “Heh…fucking…hnnnn. Coward….can’t even…..do it…bareback…” It was stupid. Who knew how many other guys this pervert had fucked like this. Who knew what sort of fucking diseases the other carried. But fuck…like he cared. Because it felt sucking great and the booze was in his system now and he wasn’t feeling any damn pain. Just fucking shame. Shame that he was about to be fucked up the ass by some damn fairy boy. That he was about to take it up the ass…and that when the other slammed home and made him cry out, it was not pain he felt at all.

In…almost out. All the way in. Over and over. Slamming hard as he bucked back. The sound of balls hissing his ass. The sound of his swearing moans and the growls on the man fucking him into the ground.

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Akutsu was on his feet. The fucker…The fucking mother fucker. The god damn rat bastard was going to fucking die… he stormed towards the shower. He could feel the strange sensation where the cum that had leaked out of him after the other had orgasmed had dried during the rest of the night. The same evidence was on his front and staining the ground. The bastard had made him cum too. What’s worse…the bastard had made sure he had cum first. He crashed into the shower and what he saw made him hard all over again. Akutsu swore, even as the tanned man smirked at him and pulled him into the shower. Akutsu wasn’t drunk enough for this…and as those demanding lips descended upon his mouth, he supposed that it might be a little fun to try it sober.