Gay Chicken

Warning: This story contains sexual themes and NSFW content.

By now, people were starting to stare with confused glances at the interesting pair who had been glaring at each other intently for the past five minutes. Sitting across the table from each other in the corner of a small restaurant, Cain and Abel held each other's gazes with eyes that grew narrower with every passing second.

Abel had begun to lean in first. Cain did the same, matching the other's actions as they leaned forward across the table. The green-haired man raised his eyebrows slightly, as if questioning whether or not his partner was really going to go for it. It seemed he was, and they continued to lean until their noses were almost touching, and then closer still….

Cain flinched first, finally drawing back and pulling away with a frustrated blush on his face as he slouched back in his seat. "Dammit," he cursed at himself.

"I win," Abel teased with a smirk, calmly leaning back and getting comfortable. "Honestly, if I'd known you were this bad, I would never have agreed to play."

"It's not my fault Marth dared us to play it…" Cain mumbled, scowling slightly, still a bit flustered. "What did he call it?"

"Gay Chicken. You lost, so you're gay."

"You're gay."

"Hey now, don't be a sore loser."

They were both in their 20's, past the point where such childish games and the concept of 'dares' should affect them, and yet, they couldn't resist the bit of fun. Cain never refused a dare, and Abel usually went along if it sounded amusing enough. Not too long ago, Marth had taken advantage of their competitiveness and pitted them against each other in a silly game that they were taking way too seriously.

"There's a time and place for games, Cain." Abel's voice was a soft murmur as his back pressed up against the wall. They were behind the apartment building where they had lived as roommates for many years. Cain had dragged him there, most likely in hopes to get revenge for Abel's earlier win. A blush still lingered on the redhead's face, but his movements were quick and precise, and it seemed as if he might be successful this time.

"If you win, I'll never hear the end of it." Cain's hands held tight to Abel's shoulders as he pinned the other to the hard brick wall, and he was hovering close, but not leaning in yet.

Abel's emerald eyes narrowed challengingly, the ghost of a smile pricking at the corner of his lips. "What are you waiting for, then?"

Cain didn't respond, and tried to meet Abel's daring gaze, but he kept accidentally averting his eyes. What was he waiting for? He was more nervous than he should be about a dumb game. Finally, Cain began to lean inwards; slowly, to give Abel plenty of time to turn his head away if he decided to. He didn't.

Cain felt the other's breath on his lips as he hesitated for just a moment longer before his mouth finally pressed against Abel's. He felt the green-haired man shifting, and thought that he was going to be pushed away; to his surprise, the hand that was raised had only done so to gently caress his cheek.

Eyes half-closed, Cain lingered for just a few more moments before being the first one to pull away from the kiss, face flushed in embarrassment. "Fuck!"

Although traces of redness had formed on his cheeks as well, Abel felt a small pang of disappointment as Cain separated from him. After a moment, his face was decorated with a familiar smirk. "I win again."

The words earned Abel a playful punch on the shoulder, and he laughed as he following the sulking redhead around the building back to the entrance.

"I want a rematch."

The words were sudden, although not entirely unexpected; Abel knew that Cain wouldn't accept defeat so easily. Still, Abel couldn't help but be surprised as the redhead wandered into his room, gripping him around the waist and pulling him into a kiss before he even had the option to back out—not that he wanted to.

Once more, Cain broke away first, but he didn't release his hold on Abel's hips. His breathing had grown slightly heavy, and his cheeks were beginning to grow a bit pink.

"You los—" Abel didn't get to finish his teasing sentence before Cain's lips were on his once more. The game was momentarily forgotten as he leaned into the kiss, pressing his body up against his partner's.

Cain's hands had trailed from Abel's waist up towards his shoulders, and then pushed gently, forcing the green-haired man to take a step back. The back of his legs hit the edge of the bed, and with the added force of Cain pushing him, he fell back onto it, his partner following suit.

"There's no bonus points for being rough," Abel muttered, but he wrapped his arms around the redhead and smiled anyway.

Cain would have grinned at this, had his mouth not been busy pressing against Abel's once more. Parting his lips just slightly, he traced his tongue around Abel's lips in a silent plea to explore the inside of his mouth. Abel allowed this, his wet muscle meeting with Cain's as his mouth filled with the taste of his partner.

Although Cain's weight was comfortable on top of him, Abel felt a bit of annoyance pricking at him; everything they'd done had been on Cain's terms, and it was time for a bit of revenge. Without warning, he moved his hands to the redhead's chest, pushing up and to the side, rolling over so he was the one laying on top of Cain instead. Instead of resuming the kissing, Abel pressed his lips to the side of Cain's neck, working upwards towards his ear where he gently nibbled on his partner's sensitive lobe.

Cain, although surprised at this sudden change, went easily, tensing slightly as he felt Abel's wet tongue tracing around his ear. In retaliation, his hands trailed down Abel's back, and he gave the green-haired male's rear a teasing squeeze.

Abel jumped at this, not expecting it; he stopped his biting on Cain's ear to make a small noise of surprise. His next move was to slip his hand underneath Cain's shirt, feeling around on his abdomen for a moment before trailing his hand up towards the redhead's nipple, brushing his fingers across the sensitive skin.

This teasing continued for a while as they each tried not to let the other get the upper hand, but eventually Cain caught Abel off guard and used his strength to lean up and turn to the side, returning to their original position.

He paused before continuing, looking down at Abel's flustered face; the redness of his cheeks was a stark contrast to his dark complexion. After a moment he grasped the hem of Abel's shirt and pulled upwards, slipping it off, and returned to his hovering position over Abel before pausing again.

"It's not too late to stop…" Abel murmured in Cain's ear, his words followed by a soft moan as he felt his partner's hand sliding between his thighs.

"I won't lose to you again."

As if to prove his words, Cain began to massage his partner's inner thigh. After a few seconds of this, he moved his hand higher, sliding it underneath the green-haired man's lower clothing to be able to touch him directly. This motion only continued for a few moments before Cain removed the other's coverings altogether; only once Abel was completely exposed did Cain take off his own shirt.

The redhead's hand trailed downwards once more, brushing lightly against Abel's dark skin. When he reached his partner's lower half, he gave Abel's exposed length a few rubs, causing the green-haired man to let out a short and pleased moan. He tensed up as Cain's hand released his hardened member and instead moved lower.

"You want to stop?" Cain grinned mischievously as his finger teased his partner's entrance, but not slipping inside just yet.

Abel's flushed face became determined again. "No way." Taking a deep breath, he relaxed, trying to calm his racing heart.

Waiting for the other to calm before he continued, Cain teased with his finger for a little longer before finally slipping it inside of Abel's entrance. The green-haired man tensed, squirming at the foreign feeling, but he couldn't stop a loud moan from escaping his mouth as Cain added a second finger, sliding them slowly in and out.

The noises that Abel was making caused Cain to get even more flustered. He pulled his fingers out just long enough to rid himself of the rest of his clothing before slipping them back in, making small scissoring motions to loosen up Abel's entrance. It wasn't long before he added a third digit, his wrist flexing back and forth as he pumped his long fingers in and out of his partner.

Another low moan slipped from Abel's lips. He didn't even mind the fact that Cain clearly had the upper hand and was hovering over him; it felt too good to fight.

Cain continued this for a while, but eventually withdrew his fingers; a noise that was more like a soft whine than a moan came from Abel's lips as his partner stopped. His body was heated with need for more pleasure, and with his hand on the back of Cain's neck, he pulled the other down into a quick kiss.

"Fuck me," Abel demanded breathlessly; he was finished with teasing.

Cain was happy to oblige, his hands gripping Abel's hips to keep him in place. After taking just another moment to position himself, he gently pushed his length inside of Abel, letting out a long breath as he felt his partner's tightness wrap around his twitching cock. With his hands hooked underneath Abel's knees, he held his partner's legs apart as he kneeled between them.

Abel had been biting on his bottom lip, cutting back his own noises, but when Cain began to move, his lips parted to let loose a loud moan. The thrusting started off slow; Cain was pulling out and returning with gentle force, not wanting to hurt Abel as they began.

Abel was a bit annoyed by this, knowing that his partner was holding back. He groaned in need, digging his nails into Cain's pale skin just slightly. There was no pain; neither of them were fragile. Cain seemed to pick up on Abel's wants, and he began to speed up his pace.

Loud moans followed every sharp inhale as Abel noisily voiced his pleasure, much to Cain's enjoyment. The redhead pushed farther and faster; the sounds of his partner were like music to his ears. Leaning down, he pressed his lips against Abel's in a rushed kiss that was hard to hold.

Realizing that kissing was too difficult with their combined heavy breathing—in addition to the fact that it blocked the sound of Abel's moans—Cain moved his lips to a different part of his partner's body. As he pounded into Abel, he began to work on his green-haired lover's neck, littering it with love marks as he gently bit on patches of skin.

Abel couldn't keep the redhead's name off his lips, crying out in pleasure with every forceful thrust. His grip on Cain tightened; there was no doubt that his nails would leave marks just as obvious as the bruises that were developing on his neck. This caused Cain to shift slightly, and as he did so, he pressed against a different spot inside of Abel; the latter's head tilted back in pure ecstasy as Cain found his sweet spot and rammed into it. "Cain…" He gasped out again, louder than before. "T-there…"

The pressure in Abel's waist was building steadily, and the volume of his moans increased as well, indicating to Cain that he was close. The redhead was nearing his release as well, and his teeth sank deeper into his partner's neck as their session neared its end.

Cain was the first to climax, and his moan of pleasure was muffled as he bit down hard enough on Abel's neck to break the skin as his seed poured out into his partner's entrance. The green-haired man was in too much pleasure to notice the pain, and at the peak of his own orgasm, his nails slid across his partner's pale back, leaving long scratches in their wake.

Abel was too exhausted to do anything for a few moments except breath; it was only by luck that Cain had enough strength left to keep himself from collapsing on top of his partner. He pulled out gently, placing a soft kiss on the part of Abel's neck where he had bitten too hard. His back stung slightly from the marks, but he hardly noticed.

There was a moment of awkward silence as Cain looked down at his partner's flushed face again; the other was smiling up at him, and that caused his own face to become even redder. He started to climb off, intending to get out of the bed, but Abel grabbed his arm and pulled him back. "Where do you think you're going?"

"Um… Did you want to cuddle or something?" Cain offered weakly, allowing himself to be pulled back into the bed; Abel was much more of a romantic than he was.

Instead of an answer, Abel just laughed and leaned up against his partner, resting his head on Cain's chest. He let out a low hum of satisfaction as he felt Cain beginning to play with his soft green hair, and it almost lulled him to sleep, but he stayed awake and quietly listened to the sound of his partner's heart beating. There was silence for a while, this time without the hint of awkwardness behind it, until Abel separated from the redhead long enough to look him in the face and spoke again.

"You came first," he commented with a sly smile. "Know what that means?"

"What?"

"I win."

"Fuck you!"

The teasing was followed by loud laughter— neither mentioned the fact that the game was just a perfect excuse to finally burst the bubble of sexual tension between them. Abel lay with his head resting on Cain's shoulder, and he shifted slightly, getting more comfortable as he leaned his weight on his partner. It was sudden for Cain to speak again, and the words came out in a playful tone.

"So, I'll admit, that was a fun game."

At the comment, Abel turned, tilting his head so he could see the redhead, a familiar mischievous smile spreading on his face once more. "Want to play again?"