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Dance Club: Interlude
by Setsuna Jikan


His back hit the wall, the tiles chilling through his fishnet shirt. Hands grappled with his, pinning his wrists above his head, grinding his various studs and chains into his bones. He growled, pulling his head back, leering at the pale face before his.
"Man, Alec, you make me horny when you're all forceful like that," he purred, pushing a leather clad leg between Alec's, pressing against his erection teasingly. Alec moaned, head bowed against his neck; he could feel his warm breath and slick lips brushing enticingly. A warm tongue caressed his pulse point and he moaned, falling back against the wall. His wrists were dropped but he hung there a moment longer, not recognizing the freedom of his limbs again. Leather palms brushed his nipples suddenly, sharpened black nails dragging across them a moment later. He groaned, sliding his hands down Alec's back and under his baggy pants, squeezing his ass. Alec growled, head tilting back, then he glared.
"Gonna fuck me or what, Vincent," he demanded, slamming a hand against the wall next to Vincent's head. Vincent smirked. With the gothic make-up and his hair all disheveled like that, Alec looked good enough to eat. And that was exactly what Vincent planned on doing.
He shoved Alec back, throwing him to the floor before straddling him; hands quickly ridding him of that skimpy black tank-top. His mouth descended and they kissed hungrily, neither noticing as the black lipstick smeared around their mouths, into their mouths. Vincent pulled back and ground down, making Alec's head smack against the floor soundly. He undid Alec's many belts, cursing when the shredded rainbow one caught on his button. Alec beat his hands away, leaving Vincent to undo his own pants while Alec got rid of his. He managed to get one leg off around his large, buckled boots before Vincent shoved two fingers into his mouth. He sucked and ran his tongue around those digits, nibbling when Vincent pulled them away. Almost immediately, he felt one of those fingers enter his just as Vincent ran his tongue up Alec's shaft, the cold metal of his barbell sending shocking bolts of pleasure straight to his core. Alec withered as Vincent sucked him, not noticing or caring when he slid another finger into him... until he hit his prostate. Pleasure engulphed him and he screamed, slamming his head against the floor; a hand slid under his head and pulled him up slightly, staring into dazed green eyes.
"Watch your head," he whispered, brushing a kiss against Alec's forehead; Alec moaned and thrust down on the fingers still inside him. He looked at Vincent pleadingly. "Please..." Vincent clenched his eyes tight.
"Fuck," he swore, pulling his fingers out of Alec and spitting on his hand; it would have to do. Neither of them had the patience for anything else. Without warning, he shoved into Alec, tearing a howl from his throat. He didn't bother to stay still, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting in again, moaning loudly. Alec wrapped a leg around his waist and thrust down, driving Vincent even further into him, slamming him against that one spot. All semblance of control was lost then.
Vincent heard Alec's needy sobs dimly, as though through a thick fog. He brought a hand down between them, fingers scraping against Alec before griping tightly, stroking him in time with his thrusts. Alec screamed, muscles contracting as he climaxed, clutching to Vincent. Vincent drove in one, two, three more times before feeling his own climax rip through him. He collapsed bonelessly atop of Alec, panting as the world spun around them. He got to his hands and knees after a moment or two, pulling out of Alec with a faint squelching noise; both boys made a face and Vincent grabbed a handful of paper towels from the dispenser.
"I'm amazed that no one walked in on us," Vincent commented, wiping the last bit of come from his pants before zipping them up. Alec grimaced, looking at the floor.
"I'm amazed that this floor is so fucking clean," he said, tying the lasts of his belts before getting unsteadily to his feet.
"Are you okay?" Vincent asked, holding his arm. Alec nodded, walking over to the mirror before making a face. "You fucked up my face," he complained, fingering the streaks of black lipstick distastefully; Vincent laughed and grabbed a paper towel. He wet it, then gently cleaned Alec's face, removing every trace of the lipstick from his cheeks. He smiled and kissed Alec's forehead again, licking away the lip-shaped mark.
"There...All better..." he murmured, bringing his head down to talk into Alec's ear. Alec made a faint sound of agreement, leaning against Vincent. They stood there for a moment, just being together, before Alec pulled away.
"We should get back," he muttered, looking Vincent straight in the eye. Vincent smirked and scooped Alec's shirt off the floor, pulling it over Alec's head.
"Yeah, we should," he agreed, moving to open the door for Alec. They walked back into the loud, driving beat and bodies of Strawberries and Creme, arguing about drinks as the door swung closed.

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AN: I just wrote that in around a half hour; I needed to write something quick and dirty and this is what came out. I'm actually proud of it... cool. ^^ On a side note, these are the weirdest outfits that I've put Alec and Vincent in that really works, excluding hooker Alec. Fwueee, this was fun! And I've just given you a glimpse into the world of Strawberries and Creme.