Another update? What? And it's not fluff? Holy moly - where did that come from?
I haven't the slightest idea. I must warn you, though, this contains sloppy make-outs and decidedly more teen-level stuff than the fluff I've been churning out. Should this not be your cup of tea, please do skip over it.
In other words: Gay. It lies beneath this line. Enjoy.
For a town constantly overrun by monsters and villains and various forms of evil, Townsville was actually a pretty safe-minded place. The police took deceptively good care of the human offenders – only really calling upon the Powerpuff girls when their lives and the lives of the citizens were in particular immediate danger. They could handle the lower offenders, piety crimes and domestic calls and teenagers causing trouble.
A fact that the teens of Townsville singularly hated more than anything.
Without fail, the police always managed to find out and bust up the rambunctious parties and good times the Townsville teens started up within the city walls. As a result, the teenagers had started getting creative. Some parties worked, some flopped. No matter their efforts, however, somehow the location, no matter how secluded, was discovered. It was only a matter of time – so they turned it into a competition. You were king if you could find a secretive place to hang out and drink and dance and smoke whatever.
As such, this made the Gangreen Gang feel like emperors when the found a group of teens encroaching on their turf, angling on taking it over and turning it into their own place. Ace showed no mercy. His gang knew the dumps well enough to play cat and mouse with the human teens, teasing and tormenting them until they ran screaming and crying from the dumps, abandoning all their things among the refuse. The Gangreen Gang took them all for spoils of war. A radio, a turntable, records, speakers, some more fancy electronic shit, headphones, blankets, and beer. Lots of beer. They could hock the electronics. They'd keep the blankets for winter. The beer was still cold.
So they got roaring drunk.
Admittedly, it probably wasn't a great idea. The teens could have come back with their numbers doubled or, worse yet, gone to the police and pulled the 'helpless human versus evil monster muggers' card. It would have been hard to navigate around the copious amounts of beer and party things, but it could have been pulled off. Still, the Gangreen Gang didn't care. They dragged the shit back to their hideout and drank to their success.
Being mere teenagers themselves, and not the kind to habitually rob liquor stores (they were a rarity in Townsville as opposed to the sister city of Citisville – these were monitored 24-7 and had cop cars parked nearby), this was exciting. They didn't usually drink this much, if at all. So they were actually a bunch of lightweights, overstocked with beer, angling on killer hangovers for the next few days. It didn't stop them from drinking in the least.
Billy was the first to go down, surprisingly. However he did also down an entire pack in the span of thirty minutes – even Big Billy's impressive body mass was no match for his lack of tolerance and speed at which he drank. He'd be fine (if not a little cranky) in the morning, but the booze put him to sleep faster than most things.
Grubber passed out next. Or so it appeared. He ate a few cans and part of the container they were held in and just flopped over, going still. He scared the others for a moment, who kicked him and checked for a pulse to make sure he was, in fact, alive, but it was unneeded. Moments after looming over him, Grubber woke, blew an extended raspberry, and flopped back over. Ace translated: "Go away I'm drunk now I need rest."
The three remaining Gangreen were substantially harder to knock down. Before long, however, Lil Arturo started feeling the effects. It was rather unfair – the booze seemed especially thrilled to mess with the smallest gangster. First it attacked his speech, switching between slurred English and slurred Spanish at random until it became one untranslatable mess. It was around then his inabitions fell victim to the intoxicant. He crawled into Ace's lap and drawled a bunch of what the leader figured was supposed to be romantic drivel. More amused with it than anything, Ace watched and sipped his beer until Lil' Arturo stumbled over to the cot and passed out.
And then there were two.
Snake, who was notably skinnier than Ace and most of the gang, knew better than to just dive in and drown himself in alcohol. Ace had built up a bit of a tolerance – he knew people who got him into bars on his wanderings away from the gang, and even if someone wanted to card him, he could usually talk his way out of it. They were both a ways away from being terribly drunk, but they were getting pretty buzzed pretty fast.
Ace looked over at where Arturo lay snoring quietly, and then looked over at Snake. Snake didn't look happy. The serpent frowned and slithered forward, his steps a little crooked before he flopped where Arturo had been moments before. Ace snickered, threading his hands through the skinnier gangsters greasy hair, knocking his hat away. Snake began to mimic the Hispanic gangster, slithering bonelessly in his boss' lap, on hand on Ace's chest to get his attention and the other holding up his beer. Ace chuckled.
"I- Ah dun likit when yer all wharm and stuff like dis…" Ace slurred, pressing his free hand and the side of his face to the reptiles warm skin.
"It'ssss okays… I h-heard Blossssoms explainsss it once. I ain't likes youss…" Snake paused, drawing his skinny arms up, fisting one hand in Ace's hair "You hasss warm bloodss. If youss get warms outssidess, then you loosse warmss inssidess. I hass cold bloodss, don't needs to be warmsss inssidess like youss."
"Still dun like it. 'S like yer sick er somethin.."
"Then makessss me feelssss betterssss."
"An' how ahm ah as'sposta do that?"
Snake blinked at him and took a long swig, tilting his bottle upside down. When nothing dripped out, he put the bottle down and hiccupped, turning his face up to Ace's. He then lurched forward, grabbing his leader's face with both hands, kissing him as best as he could manage. Ace made a small, half choked noise, first making sure his beer remained unspilled. Only when he was sure of the safety of his booze did he slide his arms around the serpent, kissing him back.
Eventually, Snake let go of his leaders mouth, panting and hissing softly. Ace felt the corners of his mouth twitch up into a smirk. He took another dink, his lanky friend still clinging to him. While he drank he felt something slide across his cheek. Foul breath, yes, but also something thin and flexible, tickling his face. Ace made a small noise, lowering his beer again while the reptilian teen busied himself with hissing all over his face. For some reason the only odd thing he could register about this situation was that Snake's tongue was dry.
"You're trippin over yer tongue." Ace teased, lifting his lead to lick the green cheek in return.
"Ssssso are yousss." Snake hissed, kissing him again now that his mouth was free.
It was worth mentioning not all of this was fueled by alcohol. They were teenage boys – sometimes they got urges. Sometimes Ace couldn't rustle up a cheap lay (another significantly hard thing to do in Townsville), and sometimes Snake offered himself. Ace figured it was a little weird but he didn't want to give up a free blowjob. Snake was damn good at 'em too.
What was worth blaming on the booze was the way he was nuzzling and holding the reptile, especially this close to the rest of the gang. It wasn't as if Ace never broke down and gave Snake some affection from time to time. But to do so was rare, and sure as hell wouldn't have been here. That being said, Ace was more than satisfied lying on the heated gangster, still clutching the empty beer bottle.
"We still gotsom 'ore." He murmured, letting go of the glass when he accidently clocked Snake in the face with it
"Noossssss…. Gonna be ssssiick in the morningsss." Snake hissed, drawing more kisses from his boss, uncharacteristically daring and insistent.
Ace just grinned, sliding his tongue into Snake's mouth. Almost instantly the skinny boy became complacent, letting Ace slide his arms around his thin frame and fist in his tank top. He writhed a bit in Ace's grip, wrapping his sinewy arms around while his leader tipped them over. He landed on his back with a sour hiss, but he didn't much care when Ace started kissing him again.
They'd have hell to pay when they woke up – if they woke up last. They'd be teased mercilessly (or as mercilessly as the other hung over teens could manage). Even if they happened to wake up first, they'd be sick as dogs and probably in pain. Even if Ace could muster the strength to roll off his skinny friend he'd still be in a world of pain – and more likely than not, Snake would slither right toward him, tracking his warmth. The worst of it would be the headaches and the inability to keep anything down. The memory, if they had any, wouldn't be too terrible – they had plenty others like it and the awkwardness of the first few had been negated by the growing frequency.
For right now though, neither Ace nor Snake cared about the morning. They were fading fast into lazy petting, the gentle things that the gangsters usually avoided to stave off attachment that was already more or less there – they just didn't want to admit it. Despite themselves they enjoyed it. They couldn't really afford the careful sweetness sober. Ace wasn't supposed to be nibbling Snake's neck and rubbing his face all over the warm, scaled skin. Snake wasn't supposed to be smiling or enjoying it half as much as he was, nor was he supposed to be reciprocating. But there they were, on the floor of their shack, blatantly breaking every hierarchy Gangreen Gang rule that ever went unwritten.
Pressing one last, lazy kiss to his underling's ill-flavored mouth, Ace gathered jus enough sense to roll off the reptile. Snake whined and hissed, trying to slither over to the extra warmth. Ace kept him at bay, pushing the serpent away by his nose. Snake attempted to lick and grab his hand, so Ace relented and let the lithe male wind his way under his arm and nestle between his chest and the floor.
"Imma pass da hell out soon." Ace announced, burying his face into Snakes hair.
"Messs toossssss" Snake hissed, lifting his head and disrupting Ace's position "Kisssss messs againsss?"
"Yous gottah… gotta…somfin. I unno. C'mere you."
That will be exceedingly awkward to explain in the morning : / I do hope you enjoyed it, however.
R&R and have a great day