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DC, Y/Y. Bring Back the Porn Day!
Candyland has saved you all from a Snake/Ayumi drabble. XD Applaud her.;; ::was pulling a blank for Bring Back the Porn Day and no one in the other chat would prompt:: Without further ado, a very quick short a crappy drabble to celebrate Bring Back the Porn Day~!! (Er, I'm kind of bad with the porn anyway. This sort.)


The young man Yuusaku Kudo had brusquely grabbed and dragged from the business social backs up a few quick, frightened steps as Yuusaku releases his wrist. "What the hell?" he demands sharply, brown eyes darting around the empty lounge room. He rubs at his sore wrist. "What is the meaning of this!"

He jerks his brown eyes to Yuusaku's hand as he hears the distinctive click of the door being locked. His lips tighten and he inhales sharply. He walks a few steps toward the door, ready to tell Yuusaku off and shove pass the famous author, but in a swift, smooth motion, Yuusaku catches his hands, twists them behind his back and yanks his suit jacket halfway down to bind his arms. The slim Japanese man reacts too slowly to put up much of a defense although he gets in one good stomp to Yuusaku's instep before he feels himself being shoved back. He falls forward slightly, against Yuusaku's clenched fists, and coughs a little from the impact of being slammed up against the wall.

He flinches a little when Yuusaku sets his left hand beside his head with a thump but his confused gaze is steady as Yuusaku leans in toward him. "What's your problem?!"

"Funny you ask that," Yuusaku finally says, dark blue eyes intense on the man's nondescript face. "I think it's you with the problem. You wouldn't know where my wife is would you?"

The other man's lip curls up with a snarl. "I have no idea, but I can see why you can't find her if you're such an asshole."

Yuusaku's crooked grin is a little too sharp to be amiable. The tightening fingers over the other man's collarbone showed the author didn't believe him. "You know exactly where she is."

He jerks as Yuusaku eases a knee between his legs and shudders. "No, I don't!" he hisses, spooked. He squirms frantically. "You're crazy, let me go!"

Yuusaku jerks open the top of the other man's dress shirt, popping off the top buttons and pushes a hand against the other's chest, elicting an angry curse. He tangles the younger man's straight black hair in his fingers and yanks slightly, sliding his other hand over the other's hips, pointedly emphasizing the rounded breadth and casually begins undoing the other's pants.

"Stop!"

Yuusaku almost does at the shockingly realistic terrified tone. He is certain he is isn't mistaken, but for a split-second he doubts his intuition, all his senses telling him the man isn't lying.

Once he would've believed in only his senses and likelihoods and logic. Then he fell in love with an anomaly that forced him to learn faith in intuition and deduction in senselessness. She made lies and deception true. The intrigue of having to reorder the sheer illogic and disorder she justifies to order and reason seduced him. She made him a wiser man.

It's this fuller understanding that lets him cast that moment of doubt aside.

When he finds the sparse public hair framing a decidedly female vagina under the boxers, he smirks in vindication. He looked up at the 'man' behind his square glasses and says, "Care to try again?" He fingers the slightly wet opening and stretches her out with a hand, steadying her with a firm hand on her shoulder before undoing his own pants.

"Bastard," she breathes, voice hitching with unmistakable fear. "I swear I don't know where she is. Don't do this-- How can you if you're really marr--"

She arches her hips as he slides into her and the shaky gasp turns into an wicked laugh. She leans her forehead against Yuusaku's as a rustling snap sounded behind her, revealing her arms to be suddenly free. She digs her fingers on Yuusaku's cheek as he reaches up to her hair again.

Aristocratic twists of gold cascade from the wig as Yuusaku pops it off. As she also reaches up and brushes the amused tears from her her closed eyes, the color of her irises transform from dull, muddy brown to brilliant blue overlaid with mirror gray. The pained and frightened expression melts into a cool mask cocked with a confident smirk. "Sure of yourself, aren't you?" she says, voice rising and thinning to a higher lilt.

"When there is an answer," he murmurs, rocking them together. He holds her up as she wraps her arms around him and pushes in her again and again. "I'll know it."

Yukiko gives an annoyed huff and tweaks his nose. "Such arrogance! You can't when the answer is a secret."

"Maybe, but," Yuusaku gently lays his right palm above her heart. "I'll never mistake you."