These're New

These're New
An Alec/Vincent fiction by Setsuna-Jikan

Vincent stumbled into the bedroom, tripping over his over feet as he tried to make his way over to the bed. He missed by two feet.

THUD.

"Well. That looked painful. You all right?" a disinterested voice called. Vincent stared at the young man standing in the doorway leading into the small bathroom. Alec's blonde hair was plastered to his face, water dripping off his chin. He had a pair of jeans on, unbuttoned, water decorating his torso. He raised the cigarette held loosely in his hand up to his mouth, taking a slow drag, cheeks collapsing inwards. Vincent groaned, burying his face in what had to be an old shirt on the floor. Smelled like Alec. Fuck. He groaned again.

A golden eyebrow arched, new red piercing gleaming from the light in the bathroom. "Are you insane or somethin'?"

"Alec, c'mere," Vincent asked, voice calm. He propped himself on one elbow, beckoning Alec with on finger. The minute Alec was close enough, his hand darted out, closed on the top of those jeans, and pulled. Alec collapsed on top of him, one hand clutching the bed while the other landed next to Vincent's head. Watching red eyes closely, he took another drag on his cigarette before offering it blankly to the man under him.

"Thank you," Vincent purred, wrapping a golden hand around Alec's pale one. Wrapping his lips around the still-warm filter, he inhaled softly, nibbling and licking the flesh around the cig. He felt Alec's slow shudder above him and grinned. Exhaling, he moved from the base of Alec's fingers to the tips, tongue playing over black nail polish before drawing the digits into his mouth and sucking firmly. His barbell pressed hard into the undersides of his fingers; Alec gasped and shook.

Head bowed over, he whispered, "Goddamn it, Vincent. Gone too long. Fuck." Vincent agreed with that statement whole-heartedly. He hadn't been back to their apartment in three months, hadn't seen Alec in four. Too long was a fucking understatement.

Growling, he released Alec's fingers to press against his mouth, twining his fingers in that wet hair to pull him closer. Two hands tangled in his own, forcing them closer still. Alec was flush against him now, straddling him, nails digging into the back of his head and oh god, his tongue was as far back as he could go. Vincent groaned, moving his hands down over Alec's scared back and into the back of his jeans, squeezing. Alec pulled back, gasping, head hanging back. Vincent greedily latched onto his throat, sucking hard, leaving mark after mark all the way up his jaw line to his ear.

He played his tongue over the metal encrusted ridge, feeling as Alec twitched against him. "These're new," he breathed, rolling his barbell over a cartilage piercing he hadn't seen before. Alec groaned low in his throat, digging his face into Vincent's neck.

"God...fuck." He gasped when Vincent latched his mouth around the top of his ear, sucking gently. Vincent was grinding against him in time with his mouth, and Alec just followed along mindlessly.

Vincent released the ear, placing a kiss against Alec's temple before hugging him tightly. Damnit. Damnit, damnit, damnit. Alec was clinging to him just as tightly, not saying a word, panting harshly.

"Got it after the first month, down at Liam's." What? Oh. The piercing. Christ, Alec. "Missed you. Got the eyebrow one causa that."

"Alec," he muttered, kissing him again. "Shut up. Talk later. Fuck now." Rolling them over, he nestled between Alec's legs and pressed their groins together. When Alec gasped, he shoved his tongue back inside that mouth and kissed him deeply, barbell clicking against their teeth. Slim fingers dug up under his shirt, forcing the leather coat and white cotton off; Vincent pulled himself up and did just that, chucking them across the room. Collapsing back down on top of Alec, he ran his fingers across his nipples, playing with the single silver hoop on the left one.

"Christ, Alec," he breathed, bending down and lapping at it. "You been hanging out with Sets or something? Shit." Latching his mouth over the small nub he slid his tongue through the hoop, careful to not get his barbell stuck. That would be uncomfortable in every sense of the word.

Alec mewed, hands burying back in Vincent's hair, tugging sharply. "No. Gods. Just like piercing. They turn you on." Vincent knew that those were different statements, but--shit. Letting go of Alec's nipple, he pressed his lips next to the new eyebrow piercing before sitting up.

"Not to steel your line," he panted, fingers fumbling and tugging at Alec's tight jeans, which were clinging due to water and sweat. "But pants need to come off."

"Please do not say 'come'," Alec groaned, helping him. The minute his own pants were somewhere around midthought, he got impatient and shoved them off himself, chucking them across the room. Alec hooked fingers around his hips and pulled him down sharply. Vincent gasped, head swimming, as their cocks rubbed together. Alec could be a quick sunnuva bitch when he felt the need; Vincent had forgotten how quick.

Swearing, he reached a hand up and forced it underneath the mattress, digging frantically. Alec leaned up under him, biting and sucking on whatever he could, muttering in Gaelic; Vincent groaned, eyes squeezing shut. He had no idea what Alec was saying exactly, but the snippets he was getting was making it all that much harder to find some fucking lube.

Two fingers brushed a tube. Crowing, he pulled it out and grinned, squeezing a good amount on his hand.

"Make it quick," Alec growled, glaring up at Vincent. "'M about ready to come, want to do it with you inside me. Four fucking months!" he swore loudly, in English and Gaelic, reaching up to slam their faces together. He caught Vincent's tongue with his teeth, dragging it into this mouth, sucking hard, teeth pressed just behind the barbell--

Vincent garbled low in his throat and tried to focus on getting at least two fingers in before he lost it. Two would be enough. God, it would be tight... Hissing, he pumped his index and middle fingers in and out, scissoring them, stretching Alec as best he could. He shuddered, painfully, when a slick hand grabbed his cock. That was it. No way was he going to be able to make it to three.

Pulling back, he took only a second to position himself before thrusting in deeply, up to the balls on the first go. The scent of mint and vanilla filled his nose, Alec's gasps and choked whimpers his ears. When nails scrapped down his back, he took the signal for what it was and pulled almost all the way out. Snapping his hips forward, he ripped a strangled shout from Alec's throat. Shit, they couldn't last long like this, no fucking way...

Picking up speed, Vincent shifted more onto his knees, pulling Alec's legs up over his shoulders. Dark green eyes stared at him, fluttering with every thrust, with every hit against that spot. Groaning, muttering fiercely in Italian, he grabbed Alec's cock, pumping. Alec screamed at the first stroke, ripping at Vincent's hair, back, whatever he could get his hands onto.

"Rings...shithead!" Vincent had to laugh. He'd forgotten to take off the metal bands around each finger; Alec damn well went cross eyed when he squeezed just as he gave an extra hard thrust, engraved patters pressing into his erection. "SHIT." Biting on Vincent's shoulder, he came, going immediately taunt. Vincent cried out, climaxing as well, pumping himself dry through out Alec's shudders.

Panting, they lay on the floor, worn out completely. Somehow, Vincent managed to find the strength to lug not only himself up off the floor and onto the bed, but Alec too. Wiping them off with the shirt he had face-planted in earlier, Vincent collapsed next to Alec.

"Goddamn, I missed you," he whispered, pulling his lover close. Alec nodded against him, groping for the blanket, pulling it over them.

"Missed you too," he admitted, voice hoarse. Vincent smiled lazily, giving the eyebrow piercing a teasing lap.

"God you turn me on," he said reverently, kissing him gently. "I love you so much."

He felt teeth against his neck. "Love you too. Shit, so tired."

"Then sleep," Vincent told him, closing his eyes. "S'what 'm planning to do.

"Stay with me?"

Alec squeezed him tighter. "No shit." Vincent grinned, sighing slightly.

"Good."

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AN: HOLY SHIT. *dies. gets up then dies some more* I did it! IdiditIdiditIdidit!!!!!! *cackles and dances*

The inspiration for this comes from my new sex-model, Persephone. This woman is a beautiful writer in general, and her smut just blows me away. Even if I don't support a pairing, or know who the fuck they are, she seems to take these characters and make them her own in such a way that I'm stuck on the edge of my seat, tense, waiting for more. And her sex? I've lost count of the number of times that I've just sat back, hand pressed tight to my chest, fanning myself weakly as all that flows from my mouth is "...whoa...oh...wow...." in a faint, breathy voice. Goddamn, woman!

Alec and Vincent are mine, as if anyone reading this doesn't know that by now. Between them, they also live out my piercing obsession. *grins cheekily* Feel free to use these boys in any stories or art that you like, as long as you ask first. Haven't been thefted yet, and would really prefer not to. *grins*

Sets, out!
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