You Know You Love Me (FatPanda and sirFroggerzz)

[FatPanda]

The air was musky, the ground was musky, the coffee was musky, everything was musky. Iat was in a foul mood. People are so assuming, so judgmental. He cursed aloud at the fat man who had interviewed him that morning. "That pig doesn't know what he's doin'. He can go suck a motherfuckin' cock! Damn fuckin' hoe, I'm gon' kill 'im! What was that? 'I can't hire you because you have a criminal record'? Fuck this shit! What do you know 'bout it?" Iat was slurring his words together in his fury.

 

The man spat on the dull sidewalk and tossed his cold coffee at a building as he passed by it. He was frustrated. He had been to several job interviews within the course of a few weeks, all of which rejected him. He had applied to many more but did not even get a chance at an interview, all because of the red line on his record.

 

Iat had been charged with assault. The bastard deserved it. The bastard Iat referred to was a douchebag who went around beating stray animals to death. Iat's boyfriend's neighbour had a dog at the time, a small one. It always greeted him whenever he visited his boyfriend. The cute little mutt didn't show up one day, the day his boyfriend broke up with him. While walking away from the house dejectedly, he saw a figure stomping at a bush. Iat peered over out of curiosity and saw the dog beaten to death, already lifeless. The man had mistaken him for a stray. Iat had been so furious at the moment. If he didn't kill the dog, the dog would have greeted me, and maybe we wouldn't have ended up like this. He had known it was an irrational thought but he couldn't think straight. In his rage, he attacked the bastard breaking the man's nose and a rib. It got him 5 years of jail time and a heavy $5000 fine. He spent most of his savings paying it so was quite close to being broke. He needed a job if he wanted to survive.

 

In jail, he'd been subjected to violence on some occasions. Although most of the prisoners were quite passive and hardly even noticed him, there were a few who were always getting into fights. Other than that, life in prison was very desolate. He got bored pretty quickly so he went to find the guy who refused to leave him alone, the one always making sexual jokes about him. The man was a sexual offender, raped an underage teenage girl; he called himself Doug. He seemed to have a different target every once in a while and Iat had become his new target.

 

Iat had been newly single so he welcomed the advance. Doug called him out on the fifth day he'd been there. They went into an empty visiting room Doug had managed to reserve. Iat sat on the table. "You little slut, you want me don't you?" Doug had asked him.

 

"And what if I do?" Iat had responded by spreading his legs apart and revealing his crotch. "What d'ya say? Wan' get it on?" Iat had tempted the man.

 

Doug had closed in on him, seriously considering the invitation. Iat was the one who initiated the action, pulling Doug in for a long deep kiss while his hand went down to Doug's crotch. The other man had liked the move and was now planting kisses along Iat's neck. Iat took that as a "go ahead" and so proceeded to massage Doug's hard-on.

 

Doug groaned and pulled Iat's shirt up. The pinching and licking of his nipples had really turned Iat on. He sighed relief, when was the last time I got a good fucking? Doug pushed the hand at his groin away and made his way down Iat's body. Pulling the pants off, Doug took Iat into his mouth and worked it with enthusiasm. Seeing the raging hard-on, Doug had moved onto Iat's ass. Doug licked at the opening then pushed his tongue passed the sphincter.

 

Iat couldn't wait for the gentle preparations and foreplay. He wanted to be fucked soon so he pushed Doug off of him and knelt on the floor ready to suck at Doug's cock. Doug got the queue and pulled his cock out of his pants for Iat. Immediately, Iat licked it from the base to the head and started lapping at the pre-cum. He turned his head, ran his lips up and down the side, and then swallowed it. When he got to the bottom, he gagged slightly and pulled back off. Iat hadn't had a cock in his mouth for months. Maybe his boyfriend had gotten tired of him a lot earlier than he had thought.

 

Iat continued to suck at Doug and at the same time, he slipped his fingers into his own ass hole. Doug's spit had already lubed it up and it wasn't long before Iat couldn't take it anymore. He got up and sat back on the table. "Come on big boy, show me what ya got."

 

Doug groaned at him, "You're making me crazy." He took his cock and pushed it towards Iat's hole anyways. Doug fucked him roughly but Iat didn't mind; it was better than the slow torturous sex some of his exes did.

 

"You're the first person to ever respond to my advances." Doug confessed after they had their little fun. Apparently, no one had ever returned the poor guy's love and he was so fed up with it that he raped the girl he was hitting on. Iat wasn't in love with the guy or anything either. He just needed something to do to pass the time and hey, if the guy wanted to make him feel good he didn't have a problem with that.

 

Iat told him straight up, "I'm not getting myself into another Goddamn relationship." Doug was fine with it surprisingly. So they spent the next five years fucking one another when they were bored but it was simply between two guys, nothing more.

 

Now he was here, roaming the streets like a homeless person. He sighed, maybe I should go sell my body to some weirdo. He didn't have much against the idea. He could get pleasure, they'd get pleasure, then they'd give him money. It'd be like his relation with Doug. But he didn't like having to deal with any crazy ones who thought he'd be exclusive, not that he was overconfident about his looks. Iat brushed the idea off and returned to sulking.

 

((You don't have to feel obligated to write this much >~

[sirFroggerzz]

“Aaaand – checkmate! Ka ka ka, come on Su-chan. Third time in a row,” the plump elder cackled aloud.

 

Suou had been hanging out in the shop all morning playing chess with the old folks. On his days off, he came to his grandpa’s pen shop to entertain the guests. They had a loft area that served as a hangout spot for most of the regulars. Retirees. They spent the majority of their day there: drinking tea, playing chess, and sometimes Bingo. That wasn’t all their customers, but they were a big chunk of them. It was a quiet store; another reason why they hung out here. What they all had in common was an intriguing passion for pens.

 

The truth though was this guy pissed him off quite a bit. He was always loathsome and rude. But for the sake of his grandpa and the shop, he was as polite as he could hold in his irritation. At the comment, Suou narrowed his eyes —for just a second before he replied with his best eye smile, “You’re just too good at this, Nobuya-san.” The old man clasped Suou’s hand in his own and patted it gently. “How about I teach you some time”, he offered, “I’m free in the evenings.” Suou sensed the ill-intentions. Can he be any more obvious? Suou was well aware that the geezer’s hand often found its way to his own or his thigh and it was starting to get on his nerves.

 

Thwackk! A subtle but peculiar sound coming from the side door alarmed the crowd of seniors. Panic quickly spread through the small store. Lately, there’d been a group of men in sunglasses and flowery, pastel shirts hanging around the alley; and a couple of days ago, they’d broken one of the store windows in a fight. It was still patched up with tape and some cloth to conceal the damage. With the recent gang activities, window repairmen were getting good business. Their pen shop was still a long way down that waiting list.

 

“Su-chan!” his grandpa hollered. He grinned a pointed smile. Phew, saved. “Yee~essir.” As he got up from his seat, Suou got up from his seat, jerking his hand away. He poked his head outside the little wooden door. Upon a quick sweep with his eyes, he noticed a wet blob on the wall, and a coffee cup, lid slightly popped off, sitting on the single wooden step that it was staining. Chocolate latte. He did a quick assessment of the scene and concluded that the grumpy guy was likely his culprit.

 

The only other people on the street were: a business lady that was desperately trying to catch a taxi, a hungover guy with puke on the front of his shirt, and an old man with a coffee still in his hand.

 

“Yada yada. Feisty un ain’t cha,” scolded Suou, “dun cha be throwin’ stuff at ‘em stores now.” The tone of voice he used was the same one that adults used to reprimand a mischievous kid that just committed another misdeed. Turning his head back in, half his body still stuck in the exit, he apologized on behalf of the brat. “S’rry all. Just some angry kid foolin’ wit trash.” The lanky figure picked up the littered paper cup, and stalked over to the lad.

 

He draped an arm around the stranger, the same arm still holding the paper cup, and purposely dangled it a little too close to the guy’s face. On the other side, Suou put his own face close, making the boy feel as awkward as possible. Suou was the kind of obnoxious bastard that, if he were a teacher, would call to the board a poor lad that he just happened to notice had a boner. And it looked like he’d found his temporary stress reliever. He leaned on the other in an overly familiar manner and repeated his remark, “dun be chuckin’ tings at others.” He took a whiff. If this was his culprit, then his breath would smell a little bitter and a little sweet, laced with the scent of cocoa.

[FatPanda]

Iat walked until he felt a huge weight on his shoulder. With a shock, he looked to his right to find a disgusting coffee cup dangling from an arm and to his left was the face of a stranger. Though young and quite handsome, the man came as a shock. Scrunching his nose, Iat scowled. He was pissed beyond belief. Here he was, sulking about his job interviews and the shit that happened in his life. Then this guy suddenly pops up holding a trashy coffee cup next to his face and putting an arm around his shoulder like they were best buddies since forever.

 

He flicked the arm off his shoulder and shouted without turning back to look at the stranger, "I'm not interested nor am I a whore, go find someone else to hit on." He hated being picked up on the streets, especially not by some dude making up bullshit. He hadn't thrown anything at anyone, or so he thought. He was too angry to realize he'd made two mistakes: firstly, he did throw the coffee cup and secondly, the man hadn't been picking him up. The latter was most likely a figment of his unconscious imagination to boost his declining self-esteem.

 

Kicking the ground while strutting away, Iat cursed at himself. Although the man didn't do anything wrong - well, he was being overly friendly - he had flipped out on the guy. He thought maybe he should apologize but he wasn't interested in doing that. It wasn't like he'd be seeing the stranger again any time soon. With his self-loathing calming, he let out a sigh of relief. The day felt like a long drag.

[sirFroggerzz]

Sniff. Sniff. The blue haired man sniffed his prey for the smell of caffeine and to his expectations, it was present. The awaited scowl formed on the stranger’s face and Suou squinted his already flat eyes as he smirked to himself. He was pleased with the reaction; it meant he had successfully irritated his victim. Anticipating that the smaller male would reject his “friendly gesture,” he released his hold and purposely exaggerated his reaction to the flick. In the process, he dropped the cup back onto the floor and hopped back a step to avoid the splash of the leftover coffee. Luckily, it had already emptied itself beside the little wooden door.

 

“Ouch, that hurt,” the blue haired man sarcastically pouted, “that ain’t very nice of you.” Suou lashed out his arm to grab at the man strutting away. Two of his fingers hooked onto the collar of the stranger’s dress-shirt. As he tugged at the garment, the tag flipped over and revealed itself. He did a double take, checking his own shirt. The 21-year-old wasn’t particular about his clothing, but this was one of those odd times that he actually knew the brand of his shirt. His own v-neck was the same brand and the same shade of dark blue. Thinking that it couldn’t possibly be a coincidence, he concluded that it was the work of God. Ah cha~ What’re the chances? Kami-sama, I take it that this is destiny.

 

Suou had always been the “good grandson.” Ever since his grandpa took him in, he’d followed the old man everywhere. Especially on weekends, they’d go for tea early in the mornings; or they’d go to church; or they’d go to the park to exercise with the retirees. It was under their influence that he came to believe that anything and everything that happened was fate’s doing. And in this coincidental meeting, the other male had assumed Suou was picking him up; he was almost certain that that meant he swung that way. The regular reaction he got was that they were under the impression that he was trying to extort them for money, or pick a fight.

 

With his fingers still hooked to the shirt, he spun around and dragged the other towards the little wooden door. “Yaaa~ if that’s what you wanted, you just had to say so.” He took another look at his prey; the guy was about halfway to his type: short, cute girls that were easy to bully. He wasn’t into guys but it wasn’t in Suou’s nature to question the God’s arrangements. “You’re pretty blessed for the gods to send you to me. Fate has it that our paths finally cross. The name's Suou. 21-year-old university student, business major. Blood type A, Scorpio. This here’s my grandpa’s pen shop. You’ll love it.”

 

Throwing open the side door, he announced his return with his self-proclaimed new boyfriend.

[FatPanda]

All thoughts of apologizing flew out of Iat's head when the man grabbed him by the collar. He gagged against the strain and instantly pulled at the choke. What the fuck does this guy think he's doing?! Iat was angry beyond belief. Not only did he insult Iat but he was now assaulting him too. There was definitely something wrong with the guy. Iat had firmly rejected the man, telling him he wasn't interested but he still seemed to refuse accepting the facts. You've got to be kidding me! He was already having a bad day. Another unappealing event did not sound entertaining at all. He felt like he was being kidnapped for his body, and worse yet, by some guy who thought he was a hooker. There was no way this man was a good catch. Even if he had a handsome face, he was definitely not worth the trouble. Anyone who felt up a man for their first meeting was not definitely not safe. The likelihood he was dangerous was high and Iat had had enough of punks from jail.

 

Reaching back to grab hold of his own shirt, he brushed by the other man's hand. He pulled on his shirt, frustrated by how tight the hold was. He knows damn well where to hold so that I can't fight him. He was sure the stranger was a professional at kidnapping. Iat grumbled to himself, unable to free himself of the man he was in a fowl mood, prepared for the worst to come. Except, he couldn't even calm his own heart down to the expectation. Being dragged backward, he stumbled nearly tripping over his heels and falling onto his bum. The constant anxiety of landing on his bottom made his heart pound. If the collar hadn't shifted into a less compromising position, he would've passed out right then and there being choked with his heart running fives times it's normal speed.

 

Finally coming to somewhat of a slower pace, Iat angrily twisted his shirt around. It came around in a bunched up twirl and had half of his abdomen exposed. He slapped the hand off his collar and fixed the wrinkling garment as best he could, upset by how wrecked it looked. "I don't care who you think you are but I'm not letting you fuck me. I don't believe in fate and the sort; you can think whatever you want but that's not how I work. Our paths collided because you were MISTAKEN. Go get yourself some other hooker!" He screamed the last words, flaming red with anger. He was furious that his shirt had been wrung out; he still had interviews to attend to if he wanted to find a job. He'd have to re-iron his shirt meticulously now that it'd been near ruined. He wasn't even sure if it still looked like a dress shirt. He grudgingly opened his mouth for another cuss when he realized where he was.

 

He was staring into the faces of a bunch of old men staring back at him. Iat threw a fit, "uuuugh, that is DISGUSTING! Dis-gus-ting! You BASTARD!" He stormed his foot down passionately angry; nothing felt worse than to have a bunch of retired pedo-bears stare at you getting raped - if you could still call them bears and not carcasses. He really hated this guy and if he was going to be humiliated like this he wanted to get at least a good hit in. Iat swung his arm back and reached up to the taller man's face. Slap. He hit the man's cheek, feeling a rush of anxiety as he thought perhaps there were other men hiding amongst the old to tackle him down and make him submit. He was prepared for it though, being beaten up and raped wasn't going to be a problem if he knew what was happening. He waited in anticipation for his doom.