Disclaimer: Not mine. Taking wild liberties with characters.
Author's Notes: Been away from writing for a while, so this is just a little exercise for me to get back into the mood so that I can finish the many epics that I stupidly started. >
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The Argument
By Alexis C.
Yohji tapped his cigarette on the edge of the ash tray and waited.
The door swung open with the barest creak.
He leaned back in his seat and lifted the drink to his lips.
Approaching footsteps tapped out a steady beat on the floorboards.
He took a small sip from the crystalline glass, savouring the exquisite taste of bittersweet liquid that trickled down his throat like a sinful drug.
A shadow fell across him, and the couch sank with the weight of another person. An empty silence stretched out in the enclosed space.
Yohji raised the glass to his lips again.
The movement was arrested, when his wrist was captured in the strong grip of the other.
"Schwarz slut."
"Weiss whore."
He reeked of beer and cigarettes, much the same way Yohji knew he himself did.
He let the other force him down, released the glass that smashed brutally to scattered fragments on the ground, ignored the dark spill of liquid across the floor.
He exposed his neck to hungry kisses and allowed the other to steal the breath from his lips. His fingers tangled in the vivid tresses of the other's hair.
The world around them faded into oblivion as the barriers between them fell away.
Yohji clutched the warm body to himself and surrendered.
"I missed you." His voice was scratchy and rough, his throat sore from all the earlier screaming.
The blank expression on his lover's face faltered. A flicker of emotion animated his pale features, like a candle flaring to life once, then dying again.
Don't leave me again.
If the other man had heard anything, he didn't show it.
But he was here.
And for Yohji, that was good enough.
The End.