theme # 5- fiesta; mexican party

Sakuma Sonnet- I had to add Shigure. It called to me. Plus, since I was dressing Suguru up in what is deemed his "old clothes" in Porcelain, it seemed so right. And I don't think this is different...And here's the mexican party one...Hope you like it. Thanks for all the reviews.

Lamenting Fox- -look above for Shigure comment- If Suguru tried to use something else (handcuffs, straight jacket, or duct tape) naughty thoughts would pop up...Thanks for all the reviews.

Suguru snorted in laughter and shifted the sombrero that was on Hiro's head. He gripped the bottle of tequila he held tighter and leaned against Hiro. "Where did you get this stuff?"

Hiro lifted a large bat-like stick and prodded the sand with it. Yes, sand. Hiro had come by Suguru's place earlier with a whole bunch of stuff- most of which was strewn around the beach now- and had declared that they had to do something. They had taken off and decided to go to the beach, even though it was close to midnight and quite cold.

"From K's car," he replied, slurring the tiniest bit. Large amounts of tequila usually did that. Suguru had to repress the irrational flare of jealousy and leaned against Hiro, the edge of the sombrero hitting his head.

He then titled the bottle back and downed some more alcohol. He wasn't usually one to drink… "K?"

Hiro nodded, the sombrero flapping. "Yeah. He was going on about some holiday that would be coming up soon and how some people in America celebrated it. Called it…" He looked up and squinted. "Can't remember. Then I stole the stuff out of his car."

Suguru leaned back and, balance already off from the alcohol, fell to the sand. Hiro peered at him, a smile curling his lips up. "Why?" Suguru mumbled.

Hiro looked down at the bottle he held. Then he shrugged. "Sounded like fun."

Suguru snorted again, laughing bubbling out of his throat. The bottle tipped slightly and the tequila was absorbed by the sand. A few minutes passed, Suguru laughing, before he choked out, "He's going to kill you later."

Hiro shrugged, tipped the bottle, and drunk. Suguru snatched the stick off the ground and poked at the papier-mâché animal next to him. "What's in this?" he asked.

Hiro looked at it, squinting. And then shrugged again. "'Posed to have candy in it."

Suguru peered at the stick, then back to the animal. "So, I'm supposed to whack it with the stick."

Hiro leered and leaned towards Suguru, the sombrero falling off. "Can I whack you with my stick?"

Suguru looked at Hiro through his lashes and couldn't help cracking up in hysterical giggles. "That was so…" he trailed off, ending in chuckles.

Hiro pouted and then trailed a hand along Suguru's side. "Can I fuck you?"

Suguru's expression went flat. "That was so vulgar." He sniffed and then sipped at some more tequila, sitting up a bit, leaning on his elbows.

Hiro pressed closer to Suguru. Then he reached down and rubbed between them. Suguru's eyes slipped shut and he shuddered. "Can I make love to you?"

Suguru's expression was still flat, but had a hint of pleasure in it. "So…cliché," he murmured. Hiro growled and then pounced. The tequila bottle slipped out of Suguru's hands and the liquor slipped out, slowly being soaked up by the sand.