Then again, maybe I will
Apr. 10th, 2004 06:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
serafina20I don't think I posted this on WIP amnesty day. If I did, shoot me. No, seriously. I feel like I"m going to die right now, you'd only be helping.
But I think I will finish this. Eventually.
"Where is Yelena?" Yorgi asked, coming up from behind Xander. He was holding a drink, which he set on the railing of the balcony. His dark eyes scanned the writing throng beneath them on the dance floor before turning to Xander.
Xander turned and shrugged, a crooked smile on his face. "She and I decided that we were better as friends," he said a touch wryly.
Yogi frowned. "I told her to make sure you were not lonely."
"Yeah, well. Women. Can't live with them, can't make 'em do what they don't want to."
"Perhaps not." Yorgi leaned against the railing, dark eyes gazing at Xander contemplatively. "Still, night is young, and there are plenty of women for the taking."
Xander shrugged one shoulder. "I'm cool."
Yorgi raised an eyebrow, eyes traveling over Xander's body with an expression Xander couldn't quite place. "Yes. And yet..." He moved closer to Xander until Yorgi was directly in front of him and well inside his personal space. "Tonight is night for celebration. I would hate for you to have to ... celebrate alone."
Eyebrows raised to his nonexistent hairline, Xander said, "What do you have in mind?"
Yorgi leaned forward until his face was inches from Xander's. He ran his knuckles down Xander's face and breathed, "There are many ways to celebrate."
"Uh," Xander stuttered, pulling back. He cleared his throat and downed his drink, suddenly very hot. "Uh, look, not that I don't appreciate the gesture, but..."
"You mean to say you have never thought about it?" Yorgi asked, drawing back.
He cleared his throat again. "Not really. Where I come from, it's not something you're really supposed to think about. Not in my world."
"Really?" Yorgi pushed closer again until Xander could feel his body heat.
"Yeah." Xander swallowed. "I mean, maybe we're repressed or something, but it's all about fast cars and fast women."
Yorgi's lips twitched. "With no variation?"
"Not really. Unless my boys aren't telling me something."
Yorgi looked amused. He reached out and ran his hand down Xander's chest, gazing at him with an almost idle expression. Idle, except for the fire smoldering in their dark depths. "Do you remember what I told you before? About Anarchy 99?"
Xander's forehead creased. "You'll have to refresh my memory." He was fighting the urge to pull his collar from his throat, or run to get another drink. The whole situation was unsettling and he wasn't sure why. It wasn't as if he'd never been hit on before by another man.
No. He'd been hit on before. Just not by anyone this dangerous. Or, to be honest, anyone this ... attractive.
Yorgi smiled, tracing Xander's pecs with his index finger. "We do what we want, when we want. So, you see, we don't have the same problems that your ... boys in America do. The other day, at club, if Koyla had wanted to ... How did you say it? Hump your leg? If you said yes, no one would care."
"I see." Xander swallowed again, breath hitching slightly when Yorgi's finger dipped into his navel. "And, uh, what do you want to hump?"
Instead of answering, Yorgi closed the space between their bodies and kissed Xander softly.
Out of habit, Xander's eyes fell shut as he allowed the kiss to happen. Except for the beard, it wasn't all that different from kissing a girl. Yorgi's lips were soft, kiss firm but not demanding, and tongue gentle in it's probing. He was only touching Xander in two places: his mouth and his arm. And yet, those two spots were spreading like a wild fire through Xander's body.
It was tentative, but Xander responded, still unsure if this was a joke. Any moment now, he expected Yorgi to step back and deliver the punch line.
Xander wondered if he would be disappointed or relieved. Then he decided not to think about that, instead allowing the pleasure from the kiss to wash over him.
The kiss began to change. Instead of continuing the gentle exploration, Yorgi stepped closer and deepened the kiss, sensuously stroking up and down Xander's arm.
Xander bit back a moan as Yorgi's tongue caressed his upper pallet.
This definitely hadn't been covered in 'training.' The closest thing had been T.J.'s body pressed to him as adrenaline had coursed through Xander, but that probably had more to do with the drug lords and Colombian army's gunfire and bombs and less to do with T.J.
Yorgi broke the kiss, bringing his hand to rest on Xander's arm. "What does your repressed American mind think of Anarchy 99's hospitality?" he asked throatily. His lips brushed the corner of Xander's mouth and down his jaw line.
Xander's eyes were still closed, every nerve ending on fire. Yorgi was massaging his neck, body now flush against Xander's as his lips continued their exploration of Xander's face.
And then, Yorgi pulled back. His eyebrow was raised. "X?"
Feeling empty from the sudden loss of contact, Xander swayed towards Yorgi, needing the contact one more.
This was new. This was all very, very new, being aroused by another man. Yes, there had been times he had been aroused *around* another man, but that was generally because they were watching porn, or, on occasion, watching them fuck someone.
Of course, Xander always preferred watching porn with other guys around, especially when they'd start to jerk off. But that didn't mean anything, right?
At some point, one of them had closed that gap again. Xander was biting his lower lip as Yorgi sucked on Xander's neck, his tongue running over the pulsing vein delicately. His knee was between Xander's leg, pressing against the prominent bulge.
Xander was fucked.
"Tell me," Yorgi said softly, nipping Xander's neck not too gently, "would you mind if we ventured to a more private location?"
It was for his benefit and Xander knew it. From the aggressive way that Yorgi was now pressing his body against Xander's, their hips beginning to sway in rhythm to the music around them, Xander had no illusions that Yorgi was suddenly getting shy. After all, he was used to doing hat he wanted, when he wanted.
Plus, this was his club.
But, no matter how aroused Xander way, there was no fucking way that anything was going to happen while surrounded by strangers.
"Come." In a graceful move, Yorgi drew away from Xander. He touched Xander's arm gently, turned, leading him easily through the crowd.
Xander followed, still not able to think clearly. His mind was hazy from the lust pounding through him, sweat beading on his forehead.
Why a I doing this? Xander thought as Yorgi descended the stairs. What the fuck? He wasn't gay. He'd never thought about it. Never even looked, right?
Yorgi stopped at a door, his hand on the handle. He turned and looked at Xander flirtatiously. "Having second thoughts?" he purred.
Xander hesitated a moment, then pressed himself against Yorgi, trapping him against the door. "No," he growled, attacking Yorgi's lips roughly.
Yorgi arched against him, kissing back.
(I always stop in weird-ass places)
But I think I will finish this. Eventually.
"Where is Yelena?" Yorgi asked, coming up from behind Xander. He was holding a drink, which he set on the railing of the balcony. His dark eyes scanned the writing throng beneath them on the dance floor before turning to Xander.
Xander turned and shrugged, a crooked smile on his face. "She and I decided that we were better as friends," he said a touch wryly.
Yogi frowned. "I told her to make sure you were not lonely."
"Yeah, well. Women. Can't live with them, can't make 'em do what they don't want to."
"Perhaps not." Yorgi leaned against the railing, dark eyes gazing at Xander contemplatively. "Still, night is young, and there are plenty of women for the taking."
Xander shrugged one shoulder. "I'm cool."
Yorgi raised an eyebrow, eyes traveling over Xander's body with an expression Xander couldn't quite place. "Yes. And yet..." He moved closer to Xander until Yorgi was directly in front of him and well inside his personal space. "Tonight is night for celebration. I would hate for you to have to ... celebrate alone."
Eyebrows raised to his nonexistent hairline, Xander said, "What do you have in mind?"
Yorgi leaned forward until his face was inches from Xander's. He ran his knuckles down Xander's face and breathed, "There are many ways to celebrate."
"Uh," Xander stuttered, pulling back. He cleared his throat and downed his drink, suddenly very hot. "Uh, look, not that I don't appreciate the gesture, but..."
"You mean to say you have never thought about it?" Yorgi asked, drawing back.
He cleared his throat again. "Not really. Where I come from, it's not something you're really supposed to think about. Not in my world."
"Really?" Yorgi pushed closer again until Xander could feel his body heat.
"Yeah." Xander swallowed. "I mean, maybe we're repressed or something, but it's all about fast cars and fast women."
Yorgi's lips twitched. "With no variation?"
"Not really. Unless my boys aren't telling me something."
Yorgi looked amused. He reached out and ran his hand down Xander's chest, gazing at him with an almost idle expression. Idle, except for the fire smoldering in their dark depths. "Do you remember what I told you before? About Anarchy 99?"
Xander's forehead creased. "You'll have to refresh my memory." He was fighting the urge to pull his collar from his throat, or run to get another drink. The whole situation was unsettling and he wasn't sure why. It wasn't as if he'd never been hit on before by another man.
No. He'd been hit on before. Just not by anyone this dangerous. Or, to be honest, anyone this ... attractive.
Yorgi smiled, tracing Xander's pecs with his index finger. "We do what we want, when we want. So, you see, we don't have the same problems that your ... boys in America do. The other day, at club, if Koyla had wanted to ... How did you say it? Hump your leg? If you said yes, no one would care."
"I see." Xander swallowed again, breath hitching slightly when Yorgi's finger dipped into his navel. "And, uh, what do you want to hump?"
Instead of answering, Yorgi closed the space between their bodies and kissed Xander softly.
Out of habit, Xander's eyes fell shut as he allowed the kiss to happen. Except for the beard, it wasn't all that different from kissing a girl. Yorgi's lips were soft, kiss firm but not demanding, and tongue gentle in it's probing. He was only touching Xander in two places: his mouth and his arm. And yet, those two spots were spreading like a wild fire through Xander's body.
It was tentative, but Xander responded, still unsure if this was a joke. Any moment now, he expected Yorgi to step back and deliver the punch line.
Xander wondered if he would be disappointed or relieved. Then he decided not to think about that, instead allowing the pleasure from the kiss to wash over him.
The kiss began to change. Instead of continuing the gentle exploration, Yorgi stepped closer and deepened the kiss, sensuously stroking up and down Xander's arm.
Xander bit back a moan as Yorgi's tongue caressed his upper pallet.
This definitely hadn't been covered in 'training.' The closest thing had been T.J.'s body pressed to him as adrenaline had coursed through Xander, but that probably had more to do with the drug lords and Colombian army's gunfire and bombs and less to do with T.J.
Yorgi broke the kiss, bringing his hand to rest on Xander's arm. "What does your repressed American mind think of Anarchy 99's hospitality?" he asked throatily. His lips brushed the corner of Xander's mouth and down his jaw line.
Xander's eyes were still closed, every nerve ending on fire. Yorgi was massaging his neck, body now flush against Xander's as his lips continued their exploration of Xander's face.
And then, Yorgi pulled back. His eyebrow was raised. "X?"
Feeling empty from the sudden loss of contact, Xander swayed towards Yorgi, needing the contact one more.
This was new. This was all very, very new, being aroused by another man. Yes, there had been times he had been aroused *around* another man, but that was generally because they were watching porn, or, on occasion, watching them fuck someone.
Of course, Xander always preferred watching porn with other guys around, especially when they'd start to jerk off. But that didn't mean anything, right?
At some point, one of them had closed that gap again. Xander was biting his lower lip as Yorgi sucked on Xander's neck, his tongue running over the pulsing vein delicately. His knee was between Xander's leg, pressing against the prominent bulge.
Xander was fucked.
"Tell me," Yorgi said softly, nipping Xander's neck not too gently, "would you mind if we ventured to a more private location?"
It was for his benefit and Xander knew it. From the aggressive way that Yorgi was now pressing his body against Xander's, their hips beginning to sway in rhythm to the music around them, Xander had no illusions that Yorgi was suddenly getting shy. After all, he was used to doing hat he wanted, when he wanted.
Plus, this was his club.
But, no matter how aroused Xander way, there was no fucking way that anything was going to happen while surrounded by strangers.
"Come." In a graceful move, Yorgi drew away from Xander. He touched Xander's arm gently, turned, leading him easily through the crowd.
Xander followed, still not able to think clearly. His mind was hazy from the lust pounding through him, sweat beading on his forehead.
Why a I doing this? Xander thought as Yorgi descended the stairs. What the fuck? He wasn't gay. He'd never thought about it. Never even looked, right?
Yorgi stopped at a door, his hand on the handle. He turned and looked at Xander flirtatiously. "Having second thoughts?" he purred.
Xander hesitated a moment, then pressed himself against Yorgi, trapping him against the door. "No," he growled, attacking Yorgi's lips roughly.
Yorgi arched against him, kissing back.
(I always stop in weird-ass places)
