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writetomyheart2021-01-17 11:00 pm
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[team sonic] the spark
We haven't been very active with Team Sonic lately, so here I am posting a random drabble that ties into a series of drabbles that started off here. Up to date archive of the 'Complicated' series here
Yuto x Yama/Suda x Yama (kind of); PG for alcohol/fighting; ~400 words
The words tingle on their way out. Something akin to electricity zinging in his veins as he fakes nonchalance. “I bet he’s a bottom…” Suda knows that Yuto is proud, too proud probably for that, though Yamada is soft and submissive so it makes sense anyway. “I bet he’s loud too.” Suda gushes. It was meant as a joke, the cruel kind maybe, but not to be taken too seriously.
Yuto looks serious though. His lips form a tight line. It would be reminiscent of their Pink and Gray days if the look in Yuto’s eyes weren’t so murderous. If this whole fucked up situation didn’t turn Suda on as much as it does.
“Shut up.” Yuto warns, voice low, a tense jerking motion in the way he swills the dram of whiskey in the bottom of his glass.
Suda pretends not to hear it, pretends for his own sake as well as Yuto’s. The idea has ignited in him now, not for the first time. But the alcohol in his veins only fuels the flames and all he can think is warm brown eyes and soft cheeks, plush lips parted around a moan of his name. “Yeah.” Suda says, voice almost a groan. “I’d fuck him so hard he forgot everything but my name.”
He can’t tell what comes first, the one fist grasping his collar or the other, slamming into his cheek. “Don’t you dare…” Yuto curses, and Suda realises he’s on the floor. Yuto straddles him threateningly, fury mixed with fear displaying the whites of his eyes as he holds his fist poised for another strike. Suda tastes blood on his lips and it makes him laugh.
Yuto hits him again, so hard his head knocks into the overturned stool behind him, and still he laughs.
It’s not funny any more, it probably never was – just ironic. “You love him.” Suda says, voice only breath but Yuto just sneers, letting go of him to storm away from the bar.
“Suda-san!” A waitress gasps as she helps him to his feet. His hand finds his wallet even as his eyes follow Yuto out of the front door.
“This didn’t happen.” He says as he hands over a few bills. He doesn’t look down, doesn’t even know how much it is but he pulls a few more out just in case. “To cover the damages too. Just don’t...I need to make a call.”
Yuto x Yama/Suda x Yama (kind of); PG for alcohol/fighting; ~400 words
The words tingle on their way out. Something akin to electricity zinging in his veins as he fakes nonchalance. “I bet he’s a bottom…” Suda knows that Yuto is proud, too proud probably for that, though Yamada is soft and submissive so it makes sense anyway. “I bet he’s loud too.” Suda gushes. It was meant as a joke, the cruel kind maybe, but not to be taken too seriously.
Yuto looks serious though. His lips form a tight line. It would be reminiscent of their Pink and Gray days if the look in Yuto’s eyes weren’t so murderous. If this whole fucked up situation didn’t turn Suda on as much as it does.
“Shut up.” Yuto warns, voice low, a tense jerking motion in the way he swills the dram of whiskey in the bottom of his glass.
Suda pretends not to hear it, pretends for his own sake as well as Yuto’s. The idea has ignited in him now, not for the first time. But the alcohol in his veins only fuels the flames and all he can think is warm brown eyes and soft cheeks, plush lips parted around a moan of his name. “Yeah.” Suda says, voice almost a groan. “I’d fuck him so hard he forgot everything but my name.”
He can’t tell what comes first, the one fist grasping his collar or the other, slamming into his cheek. “Don’t you dare…” Yuto curses, and Suda realises he’s on the floor. Yuto straddles him threateningly, fury mixed with fear displaying the whites of his eyes as he holds his fist poised for another strike. Suda tastes blood on his lips and it makes him laugh.
Yuto hits him again, so hard his head knocks into the overturned stool behind him, and still he laughs.
It’s not funny any more, it probably never was – just ironic. “You love him.” Suda says, voice only breath but Yuto just sneers, letting go of him to storm away from the bar.
“Suda-san!” A waitress gasps as she helps him to his feet. His hand finds his wallet even as his eyes follow Yuto out of the front door.
“This didn’t happen.” He says as he hands over a few bills. He doesn’t look down, doesn’t even know how much it is but he pulls a few more out just in case. “To cover the damages too. Just don’t...I need to make a call.”