AN: This time there's violence! Oh no! And nudism! Oh no! And le sexy time! Oh nooooooo! I broke my promise of not making it M-rated! Oh noooooooooooooes! And this is a oneshot! Nooo! And still I add it here! No! Nej! Iie! Njet! Ei! Non! Nein! So many no's! All the no's I know! Now I present you a drabbleshot!
Fight & Peace
While lighting his cigarette, Christophe watched as group of loudly laughing and singing men stumbled onto the street out of a local bar. The men seemed wonderfully wasted; enough to be slow and not remember him in the morning. He had enough time to enjoy his cigarette halfway before the men were just few meters away from him. He was ready to make his move but his surprise one of the men called out to him.
"Hey! Hey kiddo! Share a cig, will ya?"
The man came towards him, his feet wobbly and face plastered with a stupid smile. Christophe glared at them man. Kiddo? The man himself was maybe in his thirties, he had no right to call him a kiddo.
"Go buy your own smokes bitch", he snarled. The man's brows furrowed as he tried to make out what he had said. The heavy accent was making it hard for him to understand the words, especially with his brain filled with alcohol. The other men, five of them, seemed to notice the change in the atmosphere and came closer.
"A foreigner, eh? I don't take kindly to outsiders who act rude when I try to be nice. Especially to some French-Canadian flabberheads," the man spat, making the other men start to surround him. One of them even got so into it that he broke the bottom of his empty bottle. The chime of the glass filled the alleyway.
"Kiddo, how 'bout we make a deal? We teach you some manners and afterwards, we forget about what happened. Simple as that, but… First we start with teaching you some fucking manners!" the man yelled as he dashed towards him with his fist raised. Christophe saw rage crunch the face in to an ugly mask. The Godfather act hadn't affected him which seemed to make the man even angrier. After dodging the blow the other men seemed to come alive and began attacking him. He kept on dodging and blocking until he came tired of his little game with the drunkards.
When he landed his first punch in one of their faces, the whole group seemed to lose their ability to move. Christophe kept kicking and punching the tired, very slowly and ineffectively blocking group until they were on the ground whimpering and holding their bloody noses, gasping for air. Christophe cracked his knuckles, rolled his shoulder couple of time and inspected the few blows that actually had hit home on his body. He lit a second cigarette and took a deep inhale, feeling as indifferent as ever. He began to make his way back home, cursing as he saw Gregory at their door step, sitting next to their door, stinking of alcohol. Gregory gave him a half-hearted smile and saluted him.
"How long have you sat there? Couldn't you get inside by yourself?" Christophe asked not sounding as emotionless as he would have liked.
"Oh, a couple of minutes… or hours, not sure. I forgot the keys," Gregory said. Christophe took him by his hand and dragged him up. He made a disapproving noise as the stink wafted off of Gregory's clothes.
"You stink," he stated. Gregory raised his brows, not amused.
"And you're dirty."
Christophe growled and unlocked the door while keeping Gregory standing.
"You're not going to sleep next to me unless you're taking a shower and brush your teeth. Twice," Christophe said to him.
Gregory leaned against the wall, hand on his hip.
"Twice what? Brush my teeth or take a shower?"
"Twice both now that I think of it."
Gregory took his jacket off and threw it on the floor. Then he began to unbutton his shirt in quite the fast speed, considering his state. Christophe stared at him, and Gregory stared him back.
"What?"
"What what? I didn't say anything. But since you laid your own rules, I'm going to lay mine: you take a shower with me since I'm not going to sleep next to you if you intend to stay the night in muddy and bloody clothes."
Christophe growled but kicked his shoes off and began to walk towards the bathroom. Gregory shook his shirt off and followed him.
"Don't act like you don't like taking showers with me. I know you do."
"Stop talking. Your breath stinks."
Gregory pouted in a very childish way. He threw his trousers into Christophe's face and stomped into the shower. Christophe threw the trousers on the floor, stripped himself off of his clothes and followed Gregory into the shower.
"You know that if you make me angry I'll fuck you just harder." Christophe leaned against Gregory's back and bit his ear. Gregory turned the water tap on and reached for the soap.
"What if that's my goal?" he asked as he placed his head under the cold water. Christophe took the soap from his hand and lathered a sponge. He scrubbed Gregory's back with it not in a kind manner. When he was ready he gave the sponge to Gregory who finished scrubbing himself in a few minutes. He threw the sponge to Christophe who lathered it again and scrubbed the dirt and blood off of his body. Gregory stepped under the shower and let the lather flow down to the sewer. When he finished he stepped out of Christophe's way and exited the shower to brush his teeth. Christophe let the water flow over him as he listened to Gregory brush his teeth. He leaned against the wall and waited for Gregory to re-enter the shower.
"Am I clean enough now or do I have to take another shower and brush my teeth twice?" he asked from Christophe and leaned forward. Their chests touched and Christophe took an inhale to judge if Gregory had to brush his teeth once more. He shook his head and decided it was time for their makeup sex. He wrapped his arms around Gregory's waist and traced his lips down from his jaw line to his throat and bit down. Gregory gave a satisfied moan and put his hands on Christophe's shoulders. He kissed him when Christophe's neck straightened up. Neither of them shut their eyes but kept staring at the other intensely, daring to end the kiss. They both moved their heads backwards taking in the features of the person that made them so angry but also so very happy.
Gregory felt the anger from their latest fight disappear as he stared at the cuts and bruises on Christophe's torso. He touched them lightly, examining if any of them was serious and needed treatment. Christophe noticed his worried expression, sighed heavily and kissed him quickly on his lips to get his attention elsewhere. Gregory let his mind slip reluctantly from the injuries back to what they were planning on doing at first. He turned the tap and began to stumble backwards to get to their bedroom while trying to kiss Christophe as much as possible. Both of them were slowly letting their consciousness and pride stay behind and let their minds be just a horny puddle filled with want to be closer to the other.
They collapsed on the bed, skin on goose bumps when the evaporating water left their skin cold. They tried to make each other feel warmer by roaming their hands over the skin and causing friction which also made them feel pleasure from the touch.
Christophe's hands wandered lower on Gregory's body, tickling his sides the way he knew that Gregory liked, towards his thighs, spreading them and gaining access to his rear.
"Mmh… You wanna… top tonight?" Gregory asked in between the times that Christophe's tongue dipped inside his mouth. Christophe licked Gregory's bottom lip and asked in turn:
"Do you mind if I do?"
Gregory raised his hip and moaned loudly when his erection felt pressure from Christophe. Christophe interpreted it as a no, and grinded back, pushing Gregory's hips back down. He tried to find the bottle of lube and fortunately found it in between the pillows. Gregory snatched the bottle from his hands and took the top off with his teeth. Christophe had a crooked smile when he realised what Gregory was intending on doing. He watched Gregory coat his finger with the substance, lot of it dripping down his arm. Christophe pulled back to see better when Gregory's finger pushed inside his hole. Gregory pushed it as far as he could before adding another finger. This time he frowned from the uncomfortable feeling, but didn't stop and added the third finger, trying to stretch them as wide as possible. It was a bit hard because the muscles were strong and the pain made it hard to concentrate but he kept on, he knew he had to or it would be hard for Christophe to even enter, not to mention the pain he would feel himself.
Christophe kept on staring, not really doing anything else. He liked to watch Gregory like this but Gregory really didn't like to play with himself unless he was drunk, which Christophe found disappointing. He just had to make up for all the missed times when Gregory got drunk and he could watch him push slimy fingers inside himself. Gregory added even a fourth finger, trying to make his muscles as loose as possible. He panted from the exhaustion and glanced at Christophe. He saw him staring, concentrated on his fingers that kept on stretching him. He pushed his thumb inside and felt ultimate pleasure as he saw Christophe's eyes gleam with hunger and couldn't hold a moan in. Christophe seemed to wake up from his trance and shifted his eyes to Gregory's face and saw his hazy eyes watching him.
"Are you ready?"
"I think so."
Gregory winced as he pulled his fingers out. Christophe took the bottle of lube again and coated his erection carefully. When he was ready he wrapped one of his arms around Gregory's waist and lifted his hips up with the help of Gregory who pressed his back heavier against the bed and tried to spread his legs for Christophe to have more space in between his legs. Christophe directed his erection with his free hand to Gregory's entrance.
"Slow inside and don't move when you're all the way!" Gregory breathed out before Christophe pushed in.
"I know cher."
Christophe controlled his urge to slam in and pushed inside as killingly slow as he could. Gregory moaned from pleasure and closed his eyes, rolling his head from side to side. Christophe kept on pushing until he was all the way in, this time resisting the urge to pull back and slam right in. Gregory took deep breaths, trying to relax his lower back from the strain. When he had been like that for few seconds he opened his mouth:
"I think it is okay for you to move now."
Christophe pulled back quickly, he knew that it hurt Gregory more when he pulled back and heard Gregory wince quite loudly. He pushed back in slowly, making Gregory moan again. His pull backs remained as quick but the pushes became quicker, the pressure adding on Gregory's walls and making Christophe hit his prostate. Gregory's muscles tensed and he let out a small yelp in between gasps for air. Christophe flipped Gregory on his stomach and pushed himself from an angle that hit the prostate more easily. Gregory muffled his screams to the pillows. The bed hit the wall, most likely waking their neighbour, even though they had sound proof walls. Gregory tangled his hands in the sheets, his breathing coming out in heavy pants. The sound of a body hitting another, loud moans, pants and grunts were the only noises that could be heard for a long time. Christophe's hands gripped his hips so hard that it hurt and Gregory knew that Christophe would soon gain his orgasm, so he tensed his body to build his own pleasure up faster. Christophe hitting his prostate made the pain fade away. Christophe slammed into Gregory as hard as he could, hitting Gregory's sweet spot dead on and causing Gregory to have his orgasm. His walls tightened around Christophe's erection making Christophe have his orgasm right after Gregory. Christophe lowered himself to lay on Gregory's back. Their hearts beat irregularly but were beginning to pace themselves from the strain. After a while of lazily lying on top of Gregory, Christophe began to feel cold. He rolled off of the bed and put on a shirt he found lying on the floor.
Gregory stirred up from his afterglow as the warmth from his back disappeared. He saw Christophe's naked arse being covered by a pair of boxers and trousers. He watched as Christophe took a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from his drawer, too lazy to even mention his dislike when he lighted the cigarette inside the house. After a minute of silence he noticed that his hips were aching, the sperm on his body began to itch and his body reacted to the loss of alcohol which had already burned in his system, creeping headache making its way up his neck. He rolled on his side, moaning from the pain, and waved his hand sluggishly on the mattress to catch Christophe's attention. Christophe glanced towards him but before he leaned closer after he took a deep drag from his cigarette and exhaled the smoke towards the ceiling. Gregory whispered to his ear in a pitiful manner:
"Be sweetie and get me damp cloth, I need to get your cum out of my arse. Also, could you get me a glass of water and some painkillers? Thank you darling."
He kissed Christophe's cheek and Christophe petted his hair in confirmation. He couldn't resist when Gregory was in such a state, so pitiful and weak. He took a small towel from the bathroom, soaked it under the tap and rolled it. He took a glass for the water and filled it with as cold water as he could get straight from the tap, wet his cigarette stump and dropped it in the trash can, searched for pain killers from the first aid kit and returned to Gregory's side. Gregory kept on staring at his hand that was extended with the damp cloth, not taking it but waiting patiently for Christophe to take the hint. Finally Christophe sighed and began to gently tap the sperm which was oozing out from between Gregory's buttocks. When Gregory was wiped clean from behind Christophe rolled him without a warning on his back and began cleaning his stomach's stains. Gregory moaned when Christophe moved him and gave him a glare.
"You should do it yourself if you don't like me doing it," Christophe said without looking at him. Gregory said nothing back. Christophe threw the cloth on the floor, gave Gregory his pain killers and glass of water, helping him sit up. Gregory bit the pills before swallowing them, hoping they'd have a quicker effect and tried to get rid of the taste by drinking the water. He put the empty glass on the bedside table and kissed Christophe as a thank you. He wrapped his arms around his neck and pulled him down to lie with him on the bed, hoping that Christophe would be as sleepy as him. Christophe pulled the blanket from beneath Gregory's back, covered them both with it and curled as close as possible to Gregory.
"You aren't going to start brushing your feet on the carpet outside before you enter the apartment, are you?" Gregory asked Christophe and yawned.
"Mm… No," Christophe mumbled and snuggled closer to him, breathing to the crook of his neck.
"And you aren't going to start to buy groceries, are you?" Christophe asked from Gregory. Gregory snickered and slapped Christophe's head playfully.
"Of course not. That'd mean I would have given in, and I'm never going to give in."
"Well neither am I. There are still many visits to the bar that wait for you, since you can't handle things like a grown up."
"Like you're one to talk; beating alcoholics in dark alleys, that's so mature. Now shut up and let me sleep."
"Fine, but this is far from over. G'night."
"Night."
AN: Olololo! 2700+ words long and 5 pages, yes officer, this is a drabble, just look at it, it's in the drabble-section, look. Yeah, hope you enjoyed my drunken Gregory and immature Christophe; they were so funny in the beginning. Thank you for the wonderful reviews and faves and alerts, all the love for you!
Also, if you want me to write you a drabble/oneshot/drabbleshot of your chosen pairing/character/group, review and I'll try to beat something outta my keyboard. Of course you can give me plot ideas if you have any. I don't mind who it's about, what pairing or stuff like that, I owe you guys too much to care about such trivialities. Well… Bunny is something that might be hard, not such a fan, you see? I feel like writing Xmas drabble… It's June. Just… what?