Cigarrette

Author's Note:
This is a re-write of an old story of mine. I remember when I originally wrote this, I never intended it to be smut. Regardless....I hope this one-shot will turn out as good as I thought it did. I still think it needs work...I really need an editor.

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Cigarette

He sighed as he entered the too familiar hallway, silently cursing as he reached into his pocket for a non-existant cigarette. "I need a real job." he said in a heavy tone, just a hint of exhaustion lingering in his beautifully deep voice. Not that he would say it was beautiful, he saw himself as an ugly being. Everything about himself, to him, was just as hideous as the bums outside his filthy apartment. With a sigh, he made his way to the aged, worn door of his apartment. The whole complex was old, seemingly growing older than the trest of the world. Of all the places on Earth that looked ancient, this would be one of the oldest, in his opinion.

He nearly kicked open the door as the hinges screamed loudly at the powerful opening of the door. He cracked his neck and slammed the door behind him, just as loudly as he had opened it. He seemed like he almost refused to look at the floor as he walked, kicking over heaps of paper in his path as he made his way to the telephone. He wondered aloud if he remembered to pay for it this month. "Fuck...whatever." he said into the reciever, almost as if he was talking to someone. After scratching an itch on his nose briefly, he lazily pressed a few buttons, tapping his foot agianst the wall as he did. After waiting for what seemed to be an endless moment, the call was answered by a rather out of breathe fellow.

He breathed heavy into the phone. "He...hello?" his moderately high pitched voice rang into the phone.

"What the hell were you doing?" the deep voice nearly hissed as he spoke, flecks of anger spilling out.

"I....I ran..." the soft-spoken boy laughed into the phone. "I just go...got home when my phone rang. I wasn't going to...run in with my-y shoes on or anything."

The deep voiced man smirked, a slight crack of his cold, angered exterior. "I'm heading over." he said, his voice still at it's usual lazy anger.

"O-" the high pitch was cut off by the phone hanging off. Needless conversation was pointless for this man. He ran his calloused left hand through his long black hair as he opened his door once again. With a deep breath he closed the door, much softer than before, but still loud nonetheless, and spoke to himself: "I need a good fuck."

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The man with the dark hair slid into his car with a slouch, cracking his neck as he sat down. With another one of his loud slams caused by his tendancy to abuse doors, he tapped his hand on the steering wheel and backed out of his parking spot, cursing at the foolish driver the nearly hit his rear end as he pulled out. Once again he reached his hand into his pocket, demanding for that nonexistant cigarette to mutate into a real cancerstick. "As if that'll happen. Tch."

His frustration getting the best of him, he slammed on the gas, nearly hitting the slow-moving driver ahead of him. He punched the horn and gritted his teeth. This was taking too damn long.

He licked his cold, dry lips and watched blankly at the road and the cars ahead of him. "Damn." he muttered under his breath as he imagine feeling those silkly thighs once again...the soft blush that tickled nearly all of his skin....it was too much to bear sometimes for the dark haired man.
"Shit!" he yelled as he swerved to avoid an incoming car. Reminiscing was not something to do in the car for him. He bit his lip and tried with harsh determination to focus on the road rather than the heat between his nearly-twitching legs.

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He ran through the glass doors of the much larger complex and rushed to the stairs, ignoring the complains of tentants as he ran past them in a fury fueled by a buildup of intense frustrations and growing lust. As he reached the door to his destination, he took a breath to calm his nerves. After a quick glance at the pale wooden door he stepped into the door, somewhat thankful that it was unlocked.

He entered the room only to find the soft-spoken boy smiling in the room across from him, seperated by only a few metres. The boy smiled and paced over to his guest, looking up at the taller man's face. No words were needed to be exchaged as the taller man nearly attacked the smaller with his mouth, crashing his lips upon the softer, lighter face. A small moan of lust emitted by the smaller man soon changed into one of panic as the deep voiced man pushed towards the table in the kitchen just ahead. The taller man nearly laughed as the words of the blond under him were muffled by his lustng mouth.

With a smirk, he pushed him hard down onto the table, emitting a mix of pain and pleasure of the smaller man below. "No..not on the table..." the smaller man's common sense kicked in for the moment, only to be pushed aside by the dark haired.

Ignoring his partner's defiance, he smirked and started to nibble on the smaller's earlobe, causing a strangled moan of pleasure from the blond. The blond's face grew a crimson shade as he continued to lick over his lips, nearly squeaking as he moaned.

The taller man gritted his teeth and pulled back for a moment, only to tear at his pant bottoms like a mad man. "I can't take this anymore." he said, his voice strong, pounding with lust. Taking no consideration in where he threw his pants after nearly ripping the buttons off, the man let low growl and made his way to his partner's pants, pulling his pants off in an almost identical motion.

The smaller man's cock poked out, nearly fully erect. The dark haired man gripped the blond's ass, causing a sharp, yet pleasurable pain for the smaller man. "You take too damn long." he grunted, leaning to lick one of the smaller man's nipples. The blond kneaded his hands in the dark hair of his partner as he moaned, basking in the wave of pleasure he was drowning in. He was positive his partner was already hard as he closed his eyes. He bit his lip and nearly screamed as the deep voiced man started twisting his other nipple tightly.

'P...please....I want more..." the smaller man moaned, yearning more than just the touch of his hands and his experienced mouth.

The dark haired man nearly grinned. "I'm not going easy on you this time." he said, his voice heavy and heated with lust.

WIth a laugh, he turned the smaller man around and slammed him into the table once more, hurting the smaller man as he did. He dug his fingers into the man's sides tighyly, nearly breaking the skin as he did.

"The...the lube..." the blond panted, his voice nearly a long, permanent moan.

The dark haired man's partial smile swiftly became a sadistic smile as he pressed a finger into the other man's ass. "I said I wasn't going to be easy."

The smaller man twitched at the pain, yet savored it. The dark-haired man removed his finger and positioned himself, ready to pierce the smaller man's opening.

"God, just do it!" the smaller man screamed, and the large man thrusted into him hard, making the blond scream loudly and nearly tear. The smaller man nearly squirmed in pain as the larger man stopped thrusting. 'Keep...on...please...' the smaller man moaned and the larger man becan his movement once again, causing both of them to moan in exstacy. The larger man gripped the blond's cock and pulled it in time with his thrustings.

The blond man's moaning grew louder and stronger as he felt his orgasm drawing nearer. "Oh...OH!" he shreaked and cummed, splattering on the floor below him. He fell forward in pleasure and continued moaning as the dark-haired man continued pushing into his ass, hard and fast.

With the tightening of the blond's ass, he groaned loudly and pushed harder into the man as he reached his peak, spilling his fluids into the other man's ass.

Both of the men breathed heavy as the larger man pulled out, walking over to his pants, chexking once again if his imaginary cigarette had made up its mind. He froze before his hand could enter his pocket, nearly dropping his pants.

"...huh?" the blond asked as he layed aprawled across the table. "Wh...what's wrong?"

The dark haired man's voice nearly echoed as he spoke in his deep, heavy voice. "I...forgot to close the door."