Title:
Trashed.
Pairing: Tory Blake/Colin Stephens
Theme:28: Wada Calcium CD3
Disclaimer: Wada Calcium CD3 is a
real product, which I do not own. Tory and
Colin belong to the lovely Jen Lee Quick. I own nothing.
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"Vitamin such as the one which is not exposed to the sunlight excessively and the person who does not eat the fish excessively D3 to become insufficient is suitable for tend one."
"What?" Colin looked over Tory's shoulder to see the brown bottle of pills. "What?"
Tory just gave him a dirty look.
"This is Wada Calcium CD3. It's the newest thing from Japan."
"Japan?" Colin looked closer at the bottle. "It doesn't look very safe."
"It is – I got it from-"
"And what does 'wadakarushiyumu' mean?" Tory looked askance at the bottle.
"I'm not sure…"
"Tory," Colin said irritably, "why do you want to take these, anyway?" Tory shrugged.
"Well, it says it's for people who don't eat much fish…"
"No, it says 'the person who does not eat the fish excessively D3'. That's barely even English."
"It is too. Just… less grammatically proper then, say, you or me."
"Or the cat." Colin scoffed. "Those'll make you sick."
Tory popped one. "Whatever."
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Two days, and sixteen pills later, Tory was still very much alive and feeling just the tiniest bit smug. He walked cheerfully into the back of the library at lunch, where Colin had already opened his lunch, and announced loudly (but not too loudly):
"Still alive!" Colin shrugged.
"I never gave you a time frame to die in. It'll still happen."
"Well, aren't we cheerful." He opened his lunch bag. "Eurgh. Spam. She knows I hate it, but she insists."
Colin was silent, eying the bottle of pills beside Tory as he chewed on his own unidentifiable lunch. Tory finished his sandwich in silence, and then reached for some juice and the bottle.
He tossed a handful, four, into his mouth and then Colin pounced.
Leaning over Tory, he pressed their lips together and thrust his tongue into Tory's mouth. The kiss was quick and brutal. Tory pushed him back, looking stunned; Colin just smirked with a small blush.
"What – what was that?" Tory asked dazedly. Colin shrugged and spat the four pills out into his hand, tossing the stolen bottle into the air with his other.
"They can't kill you, this way." And he proceeded to dump them in the trash.
