AN- I'm guilty as charged… I couldn't help it! I'm reading Romeo and Juliet for school and I just somehow wanted to write these two together, in a story~ I hope you like it, and please excuse the grammatical errors. Reviews are appreciated.

Disclaimer- I do not own Romeo and Juliet

Warning- Yaoi and M Rated

The wind was strong... It could blow right through anyone and not even apologize for it. Perks of being nature... But it's not like you can get away with running into someone and leave them to look at you funny, especially if that someone happened to be a certain hot-headed male.

There Benvolio was, apologizing to the all too full of himself, Tybalt. Although Tybalt was indeed a Capulet, Benvolio showed no hatred and went as far as bowing his head respectively while he said his sorries. But Tybalt, being Tybalt, wanted more from Benvolio. He wanted him to get on his knees and 'beg' for forgiveness.

The two were complete polar opposites. One was well mannered, while the other almost rude. One was cold hearted, while the other was warm hearted. Benvolio was kind, but Tybalt was just cruel. They both were pretty much a foil to each other, bringing out each other's personalities better than any other could.

Back to the current time and place...

"You believe words will appease me?" Tybalt crossed his arms over each other, and had a smug expression on his face.

"No...apparently not." Benvolio mumbled, cursing his luck under his breath. If he did not hurry, he would be late to meet with Romeo and Mercutio at the usual place they assembled at.

"Actions speak more than words, Benvolio." It struck Benvolio odd, the way his own named rolled off the other's tongue. Despite this, he chose to ignore it and frowned slightly.

"What is it that you would have me do?" He almost immediately regretted asking that question, because Tybalt's past expression of dislike and anger morphed into one that was of desire.

"Oh, I am so glad you asked~." He purred, clapping his hands together. He grabbed Benvolio's wrist, dragging him into a dark, narrow alleyway. "On your knees." He ordered.

'Let's get this over with...' Benvolio thought, as he rolled his eyes and slowly got down on his knees in front of the Capulet. He looked up to the sandy brown headed male with distasteful eyes, sucking the inside of his cheeks to keep from saying anything.

Tybalt brought his hand behind the brunette's head and gripped the not-so surprisingly soft locks of hair, pushing Benvolio's head to bring his face closer to his crotch. Through the tights he was wearing, you could already clearly see the arousal Tybalt was feeling.

Benvolio did nothing but stare at the slight bulge. What else was he SUPPOSED to do... With an annoyed grunt, Tybalt shoved Benvolio's face into his lower area. The Montague gave a muffled groan as he blushed a little.

"Do you not know how to pleasure a man?" Tybalt asked rather harshly, still keeping the brunette's head where it was. "I would think you would know, considering the fact that you certainly spend time pleasuring yourself." The last remark made Benvolio turn a deep crimson red, as he remembered his 'private' times alone. Nevertheless, the Montague kept eye contact with the Capulet.

The more dominant one pulled the other away from himself, biting his bottom lip to keep from whimpering in loss of friction. Tybalt gazed down at Benvolio as he thumbed the brunette's lips, smirking while he leaned down close to the other's face, almost too close... Benvolio could feel the other's hot breath on his face, and sudden nervousness came over him.

Benvolio shivered. Now that he was on his knees, he felt small compared to Tybalt. It was like he was a towering giant, who gave intense gazes that you could feel even while turned around. They pierced right through him.

"...What shall I do?" Benvolio whispered with quivering lips. Tybalt retreated his onslaught, and brought his hands onto the waistband of his tights. Slowly, he pulled them just below his protruding member and fished inside his undergarment. He gripped his slightly erect penis and pulled it out of his clothes.

"Mouth." Tybalt commanded. It was confusing to Benvolio... What was he supposed to do when his only order was 'mouth'? He opened his 'mouth' a little and guessed that he was going to do what Courtesans would for money. The only thing different was that he was going to have to do it for free.

He furrowed his eyebrows, displeased with the situation he was in. What if someone were to come by and see the two in this scandalous act? What would their excuse be? Well, at least Benvolio's excuse... From birth, he was never a good liar.

He leaned in, involuntarily blushing, and gently took the tip of the length (Because he wasn't sure what felt good or not) into his mouth while he kept staring up into the Capulet's ocean blue eyes. The reaction from the other surprised him. He had gasped and bit his lip, as he almost thrusted into the Montague's mouth.

While groaning, Tybalt brought his hands, that we're at his sides, up to Benvolio's hair again. He gripped either side of the brunette's head, and invaded his mouth even more by slowly pushing his now fully erect genital in. When the tip reached the back of his throat, the Capulet would withdraw, fully enjoying the feeling of the other's tongue against the underside of his penis. When he was all the way out he would thrust back in, hitting the back of his throat, and making him gag reflexively.

He gripped the back of his head by the medium length hair, pulling it back and allowing the brunette the chance breath in air, which Benvolio gladly took. He heavily breathed in as he tried focusing on Tybalt's face. Tybalt, on the other hand, was still holding Benvolio's head back and pumping his erection close to the other's face.

"Mmm~" Tybalt moaned as he bit his bottom lip, cringing in his obvious closeness to climaxing. With one last hitched breath and a lick of the lips, he arched forward slightly and ejaculated all over Benvolio's face.

'How degrading...' Benvolio thought to himself as he brought his hand up to his face and coyly touched the white substance. Furrowing his eyebrows together as he examined the liquid. All the while, Tybalt was still coming down from his high. His legs finally gave way, knees buckling, and was on the floor kneeling much like Benvolio was. His hands dropped to his lap while he simply gazed into the other's sea green eyes. Soon, he closed the proximity between the two, and planted a kiss on Benvolio's lips. It (surprisingly) left a warm feeling as he pulled away.

Tybalt stood up, tucking his already flaccid penis into his pants. He ran his hand through his hair and pulled out a cloth. Benvolio seemed lost... He remained kneeling, still letting what happened sink in until Tybalt pretty much shoved the white cloth in his face. The brunette flushed and gratefully took it into his hands, wiping the semen off his face. He stood up and dusted himself while he wondered what he should do with the soiled cloth. He was about to hand it back to Tyablt when the other spoke.

"This was the first time...but it is not the last." And with that he waltzed out of the alleyway and into the main street, turning the corner and leaving. Benvolio stood there, almost dumbfounded as he clenched his fist with the cloth in it. He released a sigh and looked back down.

"Delightful..." He groaned sarcastically, as he hatefully stared at his semi erection.