Title: Intoxication
Fandom: Mirage of Blaze
Pairings: Naoe/Takaya
Genre: ... I never thought I'd say this, but kinky porn. It wasn't meant to be a PWP? Um.
Word Count: 2,852
Notes: Dedicated to corialis. Born out of a cracky MSN conversation we had (which I think she intends to post), and she proceeded to encourage me through it.
Summary: Naoe is a bastard, which leads to Takaya being drunk, which leads to Takaya doing something batshit insane.

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Takaya is drunk off his arse, vision not focussing properly and words tripping over each other. For all he drinks, one would think he'd hold his liqueur well. One would be sadly mistaken, however. Once he is drunk, he is well and truly drunk. It is as if there is some kind of switch flipped, line crossed: one minute he'll be upright making smart arse remarks, the next he'll be giggling and coming up with some very stupid ideas.

Like this idea, in fact. Even now Takaya is pretty sure it's stupid, but he's not very good at the logical follow-through of not doing it. Besides, sometimes he likes to do stupid things, things that could get him hurt. It's fucked up, but he doesn't really care.

He raided Haruie's things. Hopefully she won't care, but if she does… well, whatever.

He kind of wishes Haruie was here to help now, actually. He hasn't got a clue what he's doing. Then again, if she were here he probably wouldn't be doing this. Circular logic.

"Ow, fuck!"

He's poked himself in the eye again. He really doesn't understand how the hell girls through all this every day. They must be crazy, though not as crazy as he is.

When he steps away and looks in the mirror, Takaya sees someone who doesn't look much like him at all. Maybe he makes a passable girl; he's not really sure. He definitely doesn't look much like Morino or Haruie do, because he hasn't got the first idea about how to put on makeup. It's too dark, too heavy: his eyes are ringed with dark eye shadow and darker kohl, and his lips are deep blood red.

He looks like a prostitute. It's strangely appropriate, all things considered.

Takaya yanks at the pleated skirt roughly, mildly annoyed at how uncomfortable it feels. It's too short, too tight; his legs are cold and his hips feel constricted. That was the idea though, wasn't it?

Shades of the kinky catholic schoolgirl fetish. It makes him look even more like a prostitute. Well, good, Takaya thinks darkly. That's perfectly fucking fine with him.

Naoe blows hot and cold, telling Takaya he loves him one minute and treating him like some kind of worthless slut the next. Takaya doesn't understand how Naoe can make him feel that way when they haven't even slept together, but somehow he does. It's as if love and sex are exclusive to Naoe: either he wants to tear Takaya's self-respect to shreds or he doesn't seem to want to sleep with him at all. (Either way, in Takaya's opinion, he is definitely treating Takaya like a girl.) It's frustrating.

Therefore, in his drunken state, Takaya has concluded that if Naoe is going to degrade him he may as well degrade himself. That's what Naoe wants, isn't it? Well, fuck. Takaya hates himself and Naoe enough right now to give it to him.

It's not intelligent logic. It's not even logical logic, not really, and it's something he wouldn't think of- let alone do- sober. That doesn't matter.

He could sit around here and wait for Naoe to come back. They're sharing a hotel room; it's bound to happen sooner or later, though probably later. They had another fight, which is why Takaya is drunk off his face and dressed like a whorish girl and Naoe is nowhere to be seen.

He doesn't know if Naoe realises Takaya wants to sleep with him. The barbs are designed to make him feel like shit in any case, but they make him feel even worse with his feelings. Fuck, feelings. He sounds so pathetic to himself.

Feeling like shit is, to Takaya, a good reason to raid the mini-bar for brandy. He suspects that Naoe has probably gone to get himself shit-faced too. Serves him right, the bastard.

Which leads him back to his current situation, drunk off his face and wearing a skirt and way too much makeup. Wait for Naoe?

Fuck that.

He wants to piss off Naoe as much as Naoe pisses him off, and there is no better way to do that than by doing something stupid and potentially dangerous like this. He takes vicious delight in the idea, risking himself to hurt Naoe. He doesn't care about himself enough for it to matter to him, but it would definitely matter to Naoe.

He doesn't realise that this is the way Kagetora and Naoe have played for centuries, hurting themselves to hurt each other. He wouldn't give a shit even if he did; in this, Takaya is doing what he wants to do, and he doesn't care if it's the same thing Kagetora would choose.

Besides, even if Kagetora had hurt himself, a concept Takaya actually considers in passing, Takaya would never expect him to do it this way. His former self sounds rather too much like an uppity bitch.

That is somehow hilariously funny. Sniggering uncontrollably to himself, Takaya stumbles unsteadily to the door and prepares to go downstairs to the hotel bar.

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Takaya is even more drunk now, two vodka-based cocktails later, than he had been when he'd dressed himself up like this. He has received multiple leers and once-overs, amongst all the strange and occasionally disturbed glances, and at first he had ignored them all. Some time during his second glass, however, it had occurred to him that this is a good way to piss Naoe off further.

There is a man sitting in an armchair in the gloomy far corner of the bar, giving Takaya appreciative looks. He's about Naoe's age, and good-looking enough, so Takaya smirks viciously and crosses the room- weaving rather a lot- to join him.

"Hey," Takaya says suggestively. "Came to say hi."

The man smiles leisurely, eyes travelling slowly over Takaya's lower body in a way that would definitely be making him uncomfortable if he weren't in an alcoholic daze. "Nice to meet you."

"Nowhere to sit," Takaya comments, slurring slightly and looking around before turning his gaze back very pointedly to the armchair. "Do you mind?"

"Oh, not at all," the man purrs, pulling Takaya on top of his lap in a sprawl of straddled limbs and sliding a hand up Takaya's thigh. He probably thinks it's his lucky day. Takaya suspects in a vague way that he ought to be objecting to this, but it doesn't seem important, so he stays still, resting his hands on the man's shoulders for support.

The man's other hand is behind Takaya's neck, tangled painfully in his hair. Takaya lets himself be dragged down for an open-mouthed kiss, the hand on his leg creeping further up his skirt and insinuating itself under the elastic of his underwear. Takaya squirms, gasps in shock, and the man takes advantage of this to grab Takaya's hips in both hands and pull him down closer. Takaya makes a little whimpering noise, uncertain and inexperienced and not knowing what to do but so drunk he is willing.

He really doesn't know what's hit him when he is suddenly yanked backwards, stumbling into someone's arms behind him.

"Kagetora-sama," Naoe says, sounding exceedingly aggrieved and as if he is this close to yelling and swearing, "what do you think you are doing?"

Shit. Naoe.

"Who the hell are you?" the man demands, looks like he's considering punching Naoe, but Naoe gives him a look so cold it's arctic and maybe the other man doesn't want a fight after all, because he doesn't protest when Naoe drags a staggering Takaya away by the wrist.

Takaya does, however.

"Ow, fuck it, let go of me-- Naoe! Who the fuck gave you the right to interfere, huh?"

Naoe doesn't stop and doesn't answer him until they've reached their hotel room, shoving Takaya away roughly so he falls backwards onto the bed.

"You could have gotten yourself hurt," Naoe says stiffly, refusing to look in Takaya's direction.

Takaya laughs wildly, sitting up looking for all the world like an abused hooker with his makeup smudged and his skirt hitched up. Naoe won't look at him, he knows, because Naoe is in the caring-not-sex mood and looking at Takaya makes him want to molest him.

"Don't lie, Naoe," Takaya says scornfully. "You were just jealous, weren't you? Jealous that I let him touch me. You want to touch me like he did, don't you? You want to treat me like a cheap whore?"

Naoe turns his head sharply to look at him then, hurt evident in his eyes, but he clearly regrets it. A hiss of indrawn breath and Naoe is clenching his fists, but he can't look away again, mesmerised as he is by Takaya lying disarrayed on the bed and shocked by Takaya's blunt words. Takaya is, he discovers, dangerous when he's drunk.

"Kagetora-sama," Naoe begins uncertainly, but Takaya cuts him off viciously.

"No. Not Kagetora. Takaya, because your prissy Kagetora would never do this, would he?" Takaya smirks nastily at him, a hand trailing down his hip, and it takes Naoe a minute to process what the teenager is doing when his pulls the skirt up higher.

"Takaya-san!" Naoe exclaims, sounding as though he is fighting to get the words out whilst being strangled. "What are you--"

Takaya laughs, falls back on the bed and throws his head back. His hands shove his underwear down to his thighs, stray back between his legs with a moan, and Naoe is absolutely frozen in shock.

"Don't you want me?" Takaya asks him breathlessly, arching into his hand and shooting Naoe a darkly teasing look from under his lashes as he writhes on the bed.

Naoe's nails are digging into his palms.

"Don't you want to fuck me?" Takaya says mockingly. "You-- ah!-- you said you did, Naoe. Were you lying again?"

One man only has so much self-restraint. There is almost an audible crack when Naoe snaps, growling as he forces Takaya's shoulders down into the bed, yanking Takaya's arms up above his head and claiming his mouth in a possessive kiss.

Takaya kisses back fiercely, triumphantly, bucking up and trying to link his legs around Naoe's waist, but he's still caught up in his skirt and underwear. Naoe pulls back to tug Takaya's pants down his legs and his skirt up around his waist and moves his mouth to Takaya's stomach. Hot wet kisses are trailed down Takaya's hips and inner thighs, and Takaya is soon making little whimpering noises of frustration.

Naoe isn't restraining him anymore, both hands digging into Takaya's hips to hold him in place. Takaya realises this, buries his hands in Naoe's hair and tries to force him closer to where Takaya really wants his mouth, but Naoe resists, grabbing Takaya's wrists and forcing his arms back up above his head with a laugh.

"Patience," he says smugly, still holding Takaya's wrists down with one hand as he starts undoing his cuffs and tie, "is a virtue."

"Fuck patience," Takaya snarls, sounding closer to a whine that he'd like to admit. "What are you doing? Naoe--"

"I'd rather fuck you," Naoe says calmly, pulling his tie off in one swift motion and knotting it around Takaya's wrists and the head of the bed before Takaya has even realised what he is doing.

"N-Nao…"

Naoe ignores him for the moment, shrugging off his shirt and kicking off his shoes before stretching out across Takaya's body again, sucking at his collarbone and licking up his jaw and kissing him, hot and wet and deep with his tongue stroking against Takaya's and his teeth scraping lightly over Takaya's bottom lip. Takaya moans, low in his throat, and Naoe chuckles, sliding back down Takaya's body.

Takaya is so hard it's excruciating, and he can't contain a startled gasp when Naoe's mouth closes over his erection. Naoe knows what he is doing; his teeth catch in a way that is just this side of painful and his tongue twists so that Takaya is soon making a high keening noise, panting and writhing and swearing loudly. It doesn't take long before he's screaming Naoe's name amongst various obscenities at the top of his lungs, Naoe keeping him right on the line of insanity without letting him tip over the edge.

Takaya is teetering, has lost all coherent thought, and it is with delayed shock that he realises Naoe's mouth is gone, cold air flowing against his over-sensitised skin.

He fights to open his eyes and focus, vulnerable and suddenly afraid of abandonment. "Naoe?" he says uncertainly, voice hoarse from yelling.

"Shh," Naoe murmurs soothingly. Takaya twists his head, but he can't see what Naoe is doing. It's about a minute before Naoe returns, this time sans trousers, and Takaya concludes that that must be the reason Naoe left in the first place, though that doesn't make much sense.

Then Takaya yelps, because there's something cold and slick pressing into him. "A-ah… wh-what the fuck?"

He sounds more scared and hesitant than angry, which is probably what he was trying to achieve. Naoe smiles at him reassuringly.

"It's okay, Takaya. Just relax."

Takaya is so panicked he almost doesn't pick up on the lack of honorific, but when he does he takes a moment to wonder at it. Naoe's fingers are pushing deeper inside him; it doesn't exactly hurt, but it feels incredibly strange and unnatural. Takaya is hyperventilating slightly, forcing himself through sheer stubbornness not to tense up.

Then Naoe's fingers move, twist, and the pleasure is so intense Takaya arches upwards with his fists bunched in the sheets, crying out a jumbled incoherent mess of words, and without warning Naoe's fingers are gone. Takaya feels empty, let down, and he wants to ask why but he doesn't have enough control over his mouth to form meaningful sentences.

Naoe obviously sees and understands the distressed expression on his face, though, because he laughs again and presses a sloppy kiss to Takaya's mouth. "Just wait," he says, a faint hint of chastisement in his tone.

He pulls Takaya's legs up and over his shoulders, moves against him, and it hits Takaya that yeah, Naoe does intend to fuck him, in the realest sense of the word.

Naoe's pressing into him again, but not with fingers this time and it does hurt slightly, a slow burn but Takaya really couldn't give a damn.

"Please," he groans, trying to push down on Naoe but restrained by Naoe's hands. He'd probably hate himself for sounding so pathetically needy if he was in his right mind, but at the current moment all he cares about is the fact that Naoe is moving too slowly.

"Please what?" Naoe stops moving, even manages to make that sound like a polite enquiry, smug glint in his eyes aside.

"Fuck me!" Takaya pleads desperately, eyes locking on Naoe's in a frenzied appeal.

"As… you wish, Kagetora-sama," Naoe says slowly, between heavy breaths.

Naoe starts up a slow rhythm, a cautious speed of self-discipline, but Takaya is not so blessed with control. He forces the pace, jarring the timing until Naoe's patience and discipline fray and Takaya gets his way, Naoe fucking him hard and fast into the mattress. It's putting terrible strain on his wrists and thighs and he's going to be in agony if he tries to sit down tomorrow, but Takaya is exhilarated, riding on a high of alcohol and pheromones and sex.

There's something really hot about Naoe losing his cool, crushing his mouth down brutally on Takaya's and fingers digging painfully into Takaya's hips. Having worked his wrists free sometime earlier, Takaya is clutching at Naoe's shoulders, leaving angry red scratches down his back when his grip slips. Takaya is making enough noise for both of them if not another two people and he's so loud it's possible the whole hotel knows what they're doing, but Takaya has an exhibitionist streak and this stray thought drives him to greater intensity.

He's teetering over that line again, the line between insanity and release, but this time Naoe allows him to cross it and the world explodes in stars, Takaya tensing and biting down on Naoe's shoulder hard enough to bruise. Naoe follows shortly after, going absolutely still before collapsing on top of Takaya in a mass of tangled sweaty limbs.

"Wow," Takaya says blankly. Naoe hums some sort of vague agreement, face muffled against Takaya's shoulder.

"I'm drunk, you know," Takaya adds sleepily. "And a lot younger than you. You took advantage of me."

Naoe lifts his head to give Takaya a pained look, wondering if Takaya is going to hate him in the morning and this is going to be yet another wall between them. "Takaya-san…"

Takaya yawns. "Again with the fucking honorific? I thought you'd gotten over that."

Naoe blinks, slightly confused.

Takaya rolls his eyes in exasperation. "Idiot," he says patiently, "I never said I didn't want to be taken advantage of, did I? It would have been pretty stupid to act like that if I didn't. Now go the fuck to sleep."

Naoe smiles, relaxes again and slides an arm around Takaya's waist. "As you wish, Takaya."