Fanfic - Pursuing
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mindcrackloveA short thing based on talk from the nsfw skype salad chat.
As much as Etho had chased after Nebris, Nebris never returned his affections. Maybe because he wasn't quite sure if affections were the proper term. Obsessive stalking laced with love? Etho sighed as he watched Nebris from afar, still trying to gain his attention. Finally Nebris turned towards him with a sigh.
“You aren't going to leave me alone until I acknowledge you're here, aren't you?” he said, sounding more tired then annoyed.
Etho shrugged before nodding slightly, silently. Nebris sighed, shrugging himself. “What are you going to do today? Hold me at swordpoint, tell me about pain and love and stuff that you shouldn't be saying?” Nebris said, arms folded across his chest.
It was a good thing he had the mask on, otherwise Nebris might see him getting flustered. “No, I was going to invite you over for drinks. And only drinks! I promise!” Etho said as Nebris started to shake his head. Nebris leaned his head back, running a hand through his hair. Drinks might be good.
“Fine, but that's all,” Nebris said, following after Etho.
Etho really didn't think anything would come of drinks. After all, Nebris was quite clear he wanted nothing to do with Etho. So he was surprised when after several drinks, Nebris turned to him, eyes half lidded and heavy, breath heavy with alcohol.
“You keep...you keep going on about how much you want to taste me, how good I'd ta..taste. Let's see just how good I taste,” Nebris said as he pushed against Etho, kissing him forcefully, suddenly. Etho's eyes shot open before he pulled Nebris closer, tasting the alcohol on his breath, groaning as Nebris rubbed against him. He wanted this so bad, he felt himself slipping his hands around Nebris, pulling him closer to feel his warmth.
But it was wrong, and should not be allowed. Even as Nebris started to slip fingers into Etho's close, Etho pulled away, shaking his head.
“You are drunk as hell,” Etho said quietly, sadly. He could take advantage of this, finally get what he craved so badly...or do the right thing. He moaned suddenly as Nebris started kissing his neck, slurring his words as he spoke against his skin.
“Isn't this what you want? Me, me at your mercy?” Nebris said with a giggle. Etho closed his eyes, before taking a deep, slow breath.
“Not like this. I want you to want it, not want it because you're drunk. Sleep on the couch, there's a blanket, here,” Etho said sadly as he stood up, covering Nebris with a blanket despite Nebris' protests. Walking into his bedroom he groaned as he laid on the bed, clenching the sheets as he tried to force himself to calm down, relax, stop being horny. The idea of Nebris laid out on the couch, sleeping, was not helping. But he managed to get through the night.
Nebris woke up with a groan, rubbing his head. Looking around, he realized he was at Etho's place. Frowning, he concentrated to piece together what happened last night. Etho invited him over for drinks, he got...well he got too drunk, and then....waking up. Maybe something soft and warm, but he wasn't sure.
Looking up as he heard noise from the kitchen, he saw a very tired looking Etho making breakfast.
“What happened last night?” Nebris said with a groan, earning a startled yelp from the normally conserved ninja.
“Nothing,” Etho said curtly, not turning towards Nebris. Nebris frowned at that, unsure. He felt fine other then the hangover, so Etho seemed to be telling the truth, but something was bothering him.
“What's wrong?” he said as he walked into the kitchen, yawning as he sat at the table.
“Nothing,” Etho said again, turning away from Nebris. Nebris managed to get a quick peek at him, deepening the frown on his face. It looked like Etho had spent most of the night awake.
With a sigh, Nebris stood up from the table. “Fine. I'll be going then. Enjoy your breakfast,” he said, perhaps a bit too coldly as he left. As he closed the door, he heard what sounded like Etho throwing pans against the floor. Shrugging, he left.
Etho sat down on the kitchen floor, holding his head as he stared at the mess he had made, closing his eyes as he tried to figure out what he should do.
As much as Etho had chased after Nebris, Nebris never returned his affections. Maybe because he wasn't quite sure if affections were the proper term. Obsessive stalking laced with love? Etho sighed as he watched Nebris from afar, still trying to gain his attention. Finally Nebris turned towards him with a sigh.
“You aren't going to leave me alone until I acknowledge you're here, aren't you?” he said, sounding more tired then annoyed.
Etho shrugged before nodding slightly, silently. Nebris sighed, shrugging himself. “What are you going to do today? Hold me at swordpoint, tell me about pain and love and stuff that you shouldn't be saying?” Nebris said, arms folded across his chest.
It was a good thing he had the mask on, otherwise Nebris might see him getting flustered. “No, I was going to invite you over for drinks. And only drinks! I promise!” Etho said as Nebris started to shake his head. Nebris leaned his head back, running a hand through his hair. Drinks might be good.
“Fine, but that's all,” Nebris said, following after Etho.
Etho really didn't think anything would come of drinks. After all, Nebris was quite clear he wanted nothing to do with Etho. So he was surprised when after several drinks, Nebris turned to him, eyes half lidded and heavy, breath heavy with alcohol.
“You keep...you keep going on about how much you want to taste me, how good I'd ta..taste. Let's see just how good I taste,” Nebris said as he pushed against Etho, kissing him forcefully, suddenly. Etho's eyes shot open before he pulled Nebris closer, tasting the alcohol on his breath, groaning as Nebris rubbed against him. He wanted this so bad, he felt himself slipping his hands around Nebris, pulling him closer to feel his warmth.
But it was wrong, and should not be allowed. Even as Nebris started to slip fingers into Etho's close, Etho pulled away, shaking his head.
“You are drunk as hell,” Etho said quietly, sadly. He could take advantage of this, finally get what he craved so badly...or do the right thing. He moaned suddenly as Nebris started kissing his neck, slurring his words as he spoke against his skin.
“Isn't this what you want? Me, me at your mercy?” Nebris said with a giggle. Etho closed his eyes, before taking a deep, slow breath.
“Not like this. I want you to want it, not want it because you're drunk. Sleep on the couch, there's a blanket, here,” Etho said sadly as he stood up, covering Nebris with a blanket despite Nebris' protests. Walking into his bedroom he groaned as he laid on the bed, clenching the sheets as he tried to force himself to calm down, relax, stop being horny. The idea of Nebris laid out on the couch, sleeping, was not helping. But he managed to get through the night.
Nebris woke up with a groan, rubbing his head. Looking around, he realized he was at Etho's place. Frowning, he concentrated to piece together what happened last night. Etho invited him over for drinks, he got...well he got too drunk, and then....waking up. Maybe something soft and warm, but he wasn't sure.
Looking up as he heard noise from the kitchen, he saw a very tired looking Etho making breakfast.
“What happened last night?” Nebris said with a groan, earning a startled yelp from the normally conserved ninja.
“Nothing,” Etho said curtly, not turning towards Nebris. Nebris frowned at that, unsure. He felt fine other then the hangover, so Etho seemed to be telling the truth, but something was bothering him.
“What's wrong?” he said as he walked into the kitchen, yawning as he sat at the table.
“Nothing,” Etho said again, turning away from Nebris. Nebris managed to get a quick peek at him, deepening the frown on his face. It looked like Etho had spent most of the night awake.
With a sigh, Nebris stood up from the table. “Fine. I'll be going then. Enjoy your breakfast,” he said, perhaps a bit too coldly as he left. As he closed the door, he heard what sounded like Etho throwing pans against the floor. Shrugging, he left.
Etho sat down on the kitchen floor, holding his head as he stared at the mess he had made, closing his eyes as he tried to figure out what he should do.
