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After writing all this plot-filled stuff and concentrating and coming up not one but TWO stories, I had to take a break to clear my head. something surprisingly dirty fell right out. Admittedly, I'm a little nervous about posting it here. I've seen more, ahem, blunt things posted, but the following is rather suggestive. If it is too much please just let me know. I'll either water it down or just remove it.

Enjoy.

His hand sucked.

That, among other things, pissed Ace off more than usual tonight. He was just in a bad mood – no reason, it just was there. He must have been giving off some aura of foreboding bodily harm because the rest of the gang had been edging away from him. Not that he cared. He didn't give a shit. Really. At all.

Fuck.

Ace lifted his eyes and watched as all of his lackeys turned their gaze down immediately. They had been starting at him. Ace grit his teeth and snarled. What had him so on edge? He hadn't been beaten, he'd been eating well, he even had some spare cash to throw away on arcade games. What was pissing him off so much?

"Bosss?" his lankiest lackey tried, risking his skin being bruised "I-It'sss… your turnsss…"

Ace whipped his head up, making the gang recoil; they seemed to lean behind Snake, using him as a twiggy shield. The serpent in question stuttered and shrank back, trying to smile. Ace stared at him, his mouth set in a harsh frown. He watched. Just watched. They cautiously returned to their places, holding their cards close to their chests, as if anyone wasn't looking at Ace. Ace was too pissed to look at his own cards. No one would be cheating with Ace pissed off like this – except for maybe Big Billy, who did it by accident. Not that Ace ever swung at the big guy anyway. He liked his bones unbroken.

Slowly, Ace ungrit his teeth and lowered his eyes to his cards. He was beginning to suspect they were letting him win. He couldn't still have most of the chips with such a shitty hand. This made him angry all over again. He raised his gaze back up to the gang, who once again looked straight downward, avoiding him. They shifted and trembled and chewed nails and hissed nervously. It was the hissing he focused on. Not just because it was inadvertently the loudest, but because the source was directly across from him, risking several glances up at him.

That… tongue of his. It drove him insane. There was no reason for it to hold such a sway over him. None at all. But he was powerless with it just… there. He watched it flicker, poking from out between thick, black lips. It quivered in the air for a moment before withdrawing into the mouth where it came. Ace felt himself shiver, just for a moment. He shrugged it off. He could beat this… obsession. Even if it tempted him so, flickering like that.

Then Snake looked directly up, catching his gaze, that tongue fluttering in the air with a questioning hiss.

No. No he couldn't.

Ace stood suddenly, slamming is hand on the table. The gang recoiled, shrinking back in the silence. For a moment they held their breath, wondering who would take the brunt off whatever Ace's mood was. When Ace lunged for Snake the serpent nearly screamed, actually attempting to get away. It was useless, of course, and the skinny unfortunate mass was dragged over the table and out the door by the front of his shirt. Ace slammed the flimsy plank of wood behind him, hustling the thinner gangster to the windowless, shadowed part of the shack, throwing him up against the wall.

Before the reptilian could manage to even hiss in protest (God forbid that tongue further tempt him up close…), Ace crushed his mouth to Snake's, his own tongue doing some slithering. He felt the other boy choke and squirm, but he held fast, digging his nails into the scaly skin. Snake finally gasped, exposing that bewitching tongue to Ace's onslaught. Immediately the entire body squirmed, grasping at him and twitching wildly. That tongue too – it writhed and flickered against his own, tempting him further. He almost moaned – but that would have given it far more sway than he needed over his boss.

Ace broke away and then uttered a word he didn't normally use: "Please."

Snake gave pause, breathing heavy. He trembled, the scaly skin burning under Ace's fingers. He had long since stopped trying to get away. He wasn't even squirming anymore. But that tongue kept going, kept flickering. Ace growled and stifled it again, trying to mask the way he leaned so heavily on the wall. Snake managed to slither away, glancing up at his leader, almost smiling before ducking out of sight.

Ace never watched him when he did this. He couldn't. It was too much. The sounds and the sensation were already enough to make him want to tear himself out of his own skin. Watching would only make it worse. He had tried, once, and nearly screamed. He had almost got them caught. The feeling had him moaning loud enough. Watching was out of the question.

So he felt. He felt shy fingers travel over his hips, pulling down and exposing just enough to perform his task. The warm, pointed little appendages traveled quickly and carefully, the harsh warmth clashing wonderfully with the cool air. He felt the soft, puffed breath on the bare skin of his hip, soft touches tracing the path of his breath. He felt the flickers- or at least the beginnings of them. He knew they would become more forceful soon.

Suddenly, Ace felt it. The flickering. He couldn't keep silent, so he bit down on his hand, letting it overtake him for a minute. Just a minute. It wouldn't take long. Not the way Snake did things. Oh God that tongue! He'd swear on his life Snake was gonna suck him dry and leave him dead one day. The lead Gangreen whimpered, his head colliding with the wood of the shack. He berated himself momentarily for making such a weak noise, but he fisted his hand in Snake's hair, drawing a particularly pathetic noise from him. He smirked, tugging the greasy strands, rewarding the probing tongue he was so fascinated by with a low moan.

He knew he wouldn't last like this. It was impossible. He was good at this – Ace would admit it at the drop of a hat. He had no damn idea who he had practiced with or if he was born with this ability, but Ace wasn't complaining at all. He'd be fucking crazy to do that. Risk that talented tongue and mouth – no damn way.

He groaned, arching a little, his growls dissolving into needy gasps, his teeth sinking into his palm. Ace pulled him in further, harder, faster. Snake complied. He always did. He was so good about this – so good when it came to this little task. He wouldn't last. Snake knew. He didn't even try to pull away. With a final, choked cry, he gripped the back of Snake's head arched into the waiting mouth, giving all Snake could take.

Ace withdrew his teeth from his palm, licking away the blood idly while he detangled his hand from Snakes hair. The serpent was panting, placing his boss back in his pants and wiping his mouth. Ace risked looking down at him once he was cleaned up, panting a bit himself. Snake looked up at him, almost smiling. Ace hauled him up to his level and fixed up his back, pulling him close. He felt the tongue flicker against his face, but he wasn't nearly as entranced by it. He couldn't do two times in a row…. Well, he could – but then they would get all suspicious. Ace did, however, have enough thanks in him to bend down and get the hat he had knocked off. This time Snake did smile, hissing a soft thanks and kissing his leaders cheek before he could really think about it. Ace, also without thinking, returned the gentle gesture and pushed off the flimsy wall. Once composed, they simply walked back in.

Not ten minutes after he had dragged Snake out, Ace kicked open the door and sauntered in. Just like that. If any of the rest them knew what happened, they didn't say. Snake had told him, swore to him that everyone just thought Ace dragged him out to ritualistically beat the fuck out of him – the only reason there was no bruising was because he didn't want the cops arresting him. He'd know how to hide bruises on a skinny body. Practice. Ace appreciated the lie. He appreciated the act he was trying to cover up more, but the lie was good too.

Ace sat, waiting until Snake had fake-limped to his spot and took his seat. Distantly the lead Gangreen hoped none of them could smell the sex on Snake's breath.

"Who's turn is it?" Ace asked, acting like he hadn't just dragged Snake out over the table, made out with him, and throat fucked him before going back inside. To his credit, Snake didn't even flinch.

"Y-Yours Boss." Arturo muttered, glancing between the two. Whenever this happened, Arturo would look somewhere between smug as all hell and scared shitless – glad it wasn't him but knew it could have been.

"Right." He slipped two chips forward "I raise."

Snake grinned.

Lame ending is lame, but I hope you liked the rest of the story anyhow. Review if so inclined and have a pleasant day :)
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