Dubcon | Deidara
The music blares over the speakers in the club. Thumping and vibrating through the crowd of people. Bodies, sweaty bodies, grinded against one another. The club was alive tonight. More alive than it ever has been in the past few weeks.
The blonde haired man sat at the bar counter. Nervous and waiting. Underage yet a fake ID allotted him some benefits. Benefits that meant he can drink whenever he pleases. That was the benefits of being a terrorist. He had access to all of the perks with having to have fake identities when on missions. But tonight it meant that he could blow off some steam.
Nobody paid him any mind despite his young appearance. Or his gender bending looks. He had concealed himself the best that he could. Fingerless gloves to cover his extra mouths complemented the outfit he had picked out for tonight. Appearances can be deceiving and he blended into society. Blended in as a civilian. Just the way that he liked in moments like these. Drinks and drugs. Parties and people. Fun whenever he wished.
The lines of white powder combined with the fruity drinks were getting the best of him. But the feeling of bliss that accompanied them was something that truly helped release the pent up frustrations that he had garnered with his wooden marionette of an immortal partner.
Partner can mean many things. Normally to him that meant all the benefits and skill set of an older man to pleasure him. These days it means arguments and differences of opinions. Differences that have caused a rift between them. Differences that even he questioned that they could work out.
People watching brought someone to him. Locking eyes with a girl he never knew. She must find him easy on the eyes as she started to sashay through the crowd. Twisting and maneuvering through the bodies as if she has done this before.
She comes up to him with a smile.
“Hey baby. Never seen you in this part of town before. Can I get a name handsome
Fuck. What was his name again? He can’t give her his real name. No. That would be divulging too much. He doesn't know who she is or who her affiliations are with. A terrorist must be wary at all times. Arrest is not on his to-do list. Arrest means issues in the organization. He already has cost too much with the frequent arsons and explosions that have been done lately in their nightly fights.
“It’s um..hmm… fuck. Call me Haru yeah?”
The more nervous he gets the more his ticks get present. Ticks that he is accustomed to amongst friends and in the field. Ticks in this kind of situation, coupled with the portions of his appearance that he can't hide, that may or may not lead to a divulgence that he does not want to have happen.
She giggles. “Haru… I like it.”
An arm is placed around his shoulder as she sits next to him at the bar counter. The bartender is flagged down and two drinks are ordered. Shots. Vodka, straight. No mixed fruitiness. No specialty. The glasses were placed on the counter, one pushed in his direction. She motions for him to take it with her. He grimaces but pulls his fruity drink closer to chase down the bitter liquid, throwing it back in one fell swoop. Feeling the burning as it hits the back of his throat. Out of all hard liquor it had to be this.
“What's wrong honey? Not used to it?”
His face must have given away his displeasure despite having to hide it. He shrugs playing it cool. The long blonde hair that he holds with pride moving with his shoulders where it rests. He chose to keep it down today unlike his usual high pony. Down to conceal his normal look.
“You're cute.”
“Thanks”
“I mean it!”
He rolls his eyes and continues to nurse his own purchased drink.
“Wanna get out of this place? Go somewhere more private?”
He is shocked by how forward she is. How determined she is to be with him. Girls are normally not his thing. Much preferring his red haired older man. But tonight the alcohol has made him tipsy. Made his thoughts unclear. And he shrugs as if to allude that he doesn't care.
Part of him does. Part of him so badly wants to go home and fall into his partner's arms and apologize. Falling asleep in his cold unfeeling wooden arms. Cheating was not something on his mind. But in this moment, in this crowded club, intoxicated and underage, thinking clearly with the tent in his pants and not a rational brain, the offer was tempting.
She grabs his arm and smiles. Pulling him with her and out of the club into the warm of the summer night. Dragging him into the parking lot as the two stumble. Leading him through the mess of cars and street bikes. Across the sidewalk and empty street. Leading him to the love hotel a few blocks down.
Stumbling into the building she gleefully and confidently walks up to the counter dragging the drunken blonde with her. She speaks to the clerk as the room starts to spin. Outside of the club he feels drunker than he did inside. The music is not present. The bodies are not moving about and in sync. The darkness of the interior changed to bright colorful lights.
The room is paid for at her expense and the drunken blonde is dragged upstairs. A key is inserted in the door, they stumble through and the door swings shut behind them. He’s dragged to the bed and pushed down as she straddles above his waist.
“A whole hour sexy. Let’s have some fun ‘kay?”
In his drunken state he nods, not entirely sure of what is to come. But unknowingly following suit. Alcohol gives way to his normal morals and values. Alcohol clouding his judgment and misconstruing what he normally would think.
His pants are unzipped as he lays back against the bed watching the ceiling tiles morph and move. Fuck did he wish he hadn’t drank this much. Fuck did he wish they didnt fight. Fuck did he wish he was home in his lovers arms. But fuck if he didnt want this in this moment.
A warm mouth finds its way to his cock. Sloppily bobbing up and down. He feels her grab his hand and place it on the back of his head. His fingers intertwined with her messy long hair on cue. She moans as she moves. The humming sends sparks up through his body. His mind wanders to his lover. The things he did to his body. He places the thought of that into his head as the event unfurls.
The tiles move more as the motions stop and the sound of something slipping off a body is heard softly. A wrapper is undone and he feels the rubbery feeling of something unroll on his member. He groans at the feeling of rubber against skin. Unpleasant and unusual. Then the feeling of weight pressing down on top. The feeling of tightness as his cock is slipped inside of her. The feeling of wetness against the protection against him. Then movements. Back and forth. Grinding against him. Her moans echo the room as she rides him into her own state of bliss. He shuts his eyes and wishes that it were the opposite. On his hands and knees. On their bed. In their room. With him. Him inside. Feeling his lover in such a submissive way. But he's not there and he wanted this so bad. Wanted this as bad as he wanted to get out of the house after their explosive fight.
He feels the pulsations of her pussy against him. The feeling of her riding her high. His body responded in sync to her. His body is growing closer to its own release. His mind wanders back to the condom that was placed. Thank god for that. The last thing he wants is children at the ripe age of 18. The last thing he wants is to explain to his partner that he had a one time fling. A moment of weakness in the club. A moment of lapsed judgment. But again, he wanted this right?
Finally her body trembles as it arches. Her desired high being met. The soft moans escaping her lips at the feeling of bliss that has been reached. The sounds egg him on as he starts to thrust into her. Chasing his own high to make the situation end faster. End faster so he can leave. Finally he does. And finally he pushes her off.
“Whats wrong baby? Don’t wanna cuddle? We still have time left.”
“No hmm. I gotta go somewhere. Sorry.”
His pants are pulled on and shoes thrown back onto his feet. He feels the mouths on his hand grimace and tense. He needs to get out of there. Get home. Stumbling and dizzy he walks out of the room and slams the door shut leaving her behind.