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This One Time, at Writers' Camp
Title: This One Time, at Writers' Camp
Fandom: Bungou to Alchemist
Character(s): Chuuya, Ango
Pairing(s): Ango/Chuuya
Genre: Smut
Word Count: 2,050
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Recreational drug use
Summary: Chuuya finds Ango high in his room, and then there’s sex, and then there’s feelings. The part of this that’s stupid is definitely the feelings and not the drugs.
Notes: I have never done recreational drugs so this is probably inaccurate to that experience! I have also never seen American Pie but I just wanted to use that title for something not involving a flute.
Being that the National Library is a government institution and that they only receive a limited allowance for recreational purposes, Chuuya’s pretty sure that Ango can’t be on as many drugs as he used to be.
‘As many’. Ango would probably spontaneously combust without some dubiously acquired substance in his body at least once a week. Chuuya doesn’t know how he could get himself hooked up with hard drugs without the library staff finding out about it, but he has complete faith that if anyone could manage the feat, it’s Sakaguchi Ango.
So he’s not all that surprised when he opens Ango’s door and there’s a bag of white powder sitting out on Ango’s bedstand. It’s half empty, and the bag isn’t that large to begin with, so even if Ango wasn’t lying on the bed with a silly grin on his face, it’d be pretty obvious that he’s high.
Chuuya rolls his eyes. “At least put that away when you’re done with it, or lock the door or something.” Getting mad at Ango for taking drugs is like getting mad at a fish for swimming. Or a dog for humping your leg, more accurately - it technically wouldn’t kill him to stay sober, but it’s not going to happen, because that’s not how he is.
“But then I wouldn’t be able to offer you any!” Ango says, like it would be outright criminal of him to deny Chuuya access to his illegal drugs.
“I’ll pass.” Chuuya closes the bag and puts it in one of Ango’s drawers - it’s not much of a hiding place, but at least it’s not out in the open. Ango can rearrange it later when he’s come down.
“It’s your loss.” Ango sits up and tugs on Chuuya’s sleeve. “Come on, stay with me a while. It’s a waste to spend the high alone.”
“That peach blossom bastard not available?” Chuuya asks, sitting down before Ango decides to just yank him over to the bed.
“He’s in a book delve and Oda’s on a four hour hunt for authors,” Ango replies, letting go. “You’ll have a good time with me, ri~ght?”
Being a third choice isn’t exactly flattering, and Chuuya’s about to tell Ango so-
-and then he’s on his back and Ango is hovering over him, grinning. His sunglasses are starting to fall down his face, and his dilated pupils just make the expression more unnerving.
“Come onnnn, Chuuya~” Ango leans down to nip at Chuuya’s ear, and Chuuya shudders.
Chuuya has not actually done anything sexual with Ango before. He’s a violent drunk, not a promiscuous one, and they’d never been that kind of interested in each other sober, at least not when they were alive.
“You’re high out of your mind and you’re going to regret this in the morning,” Chuuya says, ignoring the way Ango mouthing at his neck makes him shiver.
“Wouldn’t be the first time,” Ango says, not sounding at all regretful. “You can just punch me if I say something about it later. I’ll hold still for you even.”
That’s just patronizing, and Chuuya grumbles under his breath before properly answering. “Fine. Just don’t complain to me, I told you.”
Ango beams at him, and Chuuya takes the moment to take off his hat and set it to the side before it gets crumpled. This is a good move, because no sooner does he have it out of harm’s way than Ango crushes his lips to his.
Skilled and tender kissing is for people who are sober, but Ango can’t be faulted for enthusiasm. His hands are warm in Chuuya’s hair and his tongue is hot against Chuuya’s lips, and frankly Chuuya isn’t sure what he would do if Ango kissed him sweetly. This is much easier - he can just wrap his arms around Ango’s shoulders and lean into the kiss.
Getting someone’s clothes off without stopping kissing them is hard enough normally, and Chuuya takes pity on Ango’s terrible attempts at unbuttoning his cloak one-handed and takes it off for him. It pools to the side of the bed, followed by Ango’s leather jacket. Everything else above the waist will require them to stop sealing their lips together for at least a second, unfortunately.
Ango doesn’t have the patience for that, and shoves the bottom hem of Chuuya’s vest and shirt up to his chest, enough to get his hands on bare skin. He scrapes his nails against Chuuya’s stomach, causing him to hiss, then rubs more soothing circles over the faint marks. Eventually he pulls away from Chuuya’s mouth enough to slide down his body and bite his side.
Chuuya winces - that’s going to leave a mark. “Fuck you, asshole.”
“That’s the idea,” Ango says, without missing a beat. That doesn’t do anything to make Chuuya less irritated, and he glares at Ango while he’s fumbling with Chuuya’s belt and pants, only managing to get his pants partially off and his underwear about knee-level.
Ango’s hand on his cock is much better at improving his mood. There’s no spectacular technique, but there doesn’t have to be - Chuuya pushes up into every stroke and bites back most of the gasps that threaten to spill past his lips.
He has to bite them back, because Ango is grinning at him like a smug asshole for the simple act of making Chuuya feel good, and Chuuya can’t properly insult him when Ango’s rubbing him like that. It’d be humiliating to get halfway through a good insult only for Ango to tease his head a bit, and suddenly all the cutting words are moans instead.
“Turn over,” Ango says, after way too little time stroking Chuuya to hardness. When Chuuya just looks at him crossly for ordering him around and cutting the foreplay short, he adds, “You’ll like it.”
Chuuya sighs, and pulls his pants and underwear the rest of the way off before turning to face away from Ango on his hands and knees. It doesn’t surprise him that Ango likes to top, he just seems that kind of guy, but he could at least put in a little more foreplay before-
That’s definitely Ango’s tongue right over his hole and all complaints cut off into static. Chuuya squeaks as Ango licks him - it’s weird as hell and he hasn’t done this before but it feels good enough that if Ango wants to put his tongue there, he’s not going to be the one to stop him. Chuuya buries his face in the pillow to try and muffle any more embarrassing noises, which sort of works while Ango is still licking around him and then utterly fails to be enough to keep him quiet when Ango’s tongue dips inside him.
He’s not actually sure what words he’s saying, a lot of repetition of Ango’s name as Ango spreads him out with his tongue and several variants on ‘oh god’ as Ango explores how deep he can get inside of him. Whatever they are, they’re definitely embarrassing considering they only come out as moans. He’s shaking and trying to grind against Ango’s face, to get more of that wet heat assailing his nerves. Ango grips his ass to spread him out wider and digs his tongue in as far as he can get it.
Chuuya cries out when Ango licks a particular spot, pleasure flooding through him, and Ango takes that as a cue to keep licking there, over and over, tongue flicking rapidly back and forth. In terms of sexual technique, it’s a lot like a battering ram: not elegant, but it gets the job done.
Not that Chuuya’s coming up with metaphors right now: he’s not currently capable of complex thought. It’s for the best, since he’s also not capable of being ashamed of being pushed close to climax by someone’s tongue in his ass. Right now, as long as Ango keeps overwhelming him with pleasure, it doesn’t matter how he’s doing it.
Ango snakes a hand around his hip to start stroking him again, and it takes maybe three strokes before Chuuya’s coming all over Ango’s hand and his bedsheets. Distantly, he registers Ango wiping his hand on his sheets and a rustle of clothing behind him, but he’s still catching his breath.
Ango pulling Chuuya onto his lap gets his attention. Especially because he’s pantsless and Chuuya can feel how hard he is against him, near to his stretched (but not nearly stretched enough) hole.
“W-wait, wait, don’t you have real lube-” he stammers, before Ango can do more than rub at his entrance with his cock.
Ango pauses. “Nope,” he says. “Just ran out.”
Chuuya doesn’t ask how he ran out of it and who with, because he doesn’t want to know, and the twinge of annoyance in him is chalked up to Ango trying to have sex with him without real lube. Definitely nothing like jealousy, because that’d be stupid and weird.
“You can’t put it in me if you don’t have lube,” he says instead of dwelling on it. “I’ll do worse than punch you.”
Ango considers this for a second, shrugs, and grabs Chuuya’s hand before wrapping it around his own cock.
It takes about a second of Chuuya’s stroking to determine that Ango is also bigger than him here. Dammit. He tries to twist around to get a better look at what he’s doing, but Ango keeps him pinned where he is, Chuuya’s back to Ango’s chest.
“Can I at least turn around or do you want a shitty backwards handjob,” he says.
“You look smaller this way, though,” Ango says, and the insult Chuuya was going to lob at him falters when he goes on: “It’s cute.”
...It only falters for a second. A second filled with confusing feelings, but only a second before he’s back to grumbling as usual. “If you call me cute again I’m leaving and you can get off by yourself, asshole.”
“Okay, okay.” Ango even lets him turn to face him, though he immediately rests his chin on top of Chuuya’s head once he does so. Chuuya rests his forehead on Ango’s chest and tries to focus on the motions of his hand, because getting a guy off is simple when everything else is increasingly getting weird.
...his hand starts to get tired before Ango’s done, even with Ango thrusting into his strokes to help things along. He forgot what meth does to sexual stamina. But Ango wouldn’t jump him sober, so it’s not really important.
Eventually - Chuuya is seriously considering getting a music player or something to keep him occupied while he does this - Ango shudders, and thrusts erratically a few times before staining Chuuya’s hand white. Chuuya immediately wipes his hand off on Ango’s sheets, because they’re already dirty anyway, and works on getting decent again. Everything is rumpled and from a glance in Ango’s mirror, he can tell that even when clothed, he looks like he just had sex, but hopefully nobody will interrogate him about it.
“Coming down now?” he asks Ango, meaning more than just the post-orgasm high.
Ango wiggles a hand like ‘sort of’. “A couple of minutes, maybe.”
“You good for me to leave you alone? Even you can’t get into that much trouble in your room by yourself.” Though he started out by himself too, and now look where they are.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” Ango leans towards him.
Chuuya immediately scoots backwards as far as he can. “Your tongue was just in my ass, no way in hell I’m kissing you!” Chuuya splutters. That’s a good enough reason that ‘it’s weird if you kiss me while we aren’t having drug-fueled sex’ doesn’t need to be mentioned.
“Sorry, sorry.” Ango chuckles. “See you later, Chuuya. I’ll let you know if you get that free punch. Not that it’ll hurt even if I hold still...”
“You’re the actual worst.” Chuuya puts his hat squarely on his head and leaves Ango’s room, shutting the door a little more forcefully than he has to.
Even once he’s away from Ango and his annoying face, he still has all these feelings out of nowhere and they aren’t leaving when Chuuya wants them to.
Feelings are stupid. He’s almost regretting not taking the offered drugs.
At least he’s still got plenty of sake.
Fandom: Bungou to Alchemist
Character(s): Chuuya, Ango
Pairing(s): Ango/Chuuya
Genre: Smut
Word Count: 2,050
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Recreational drug use
Summary: Chuuya finds Ango high in his room, and then there’s sex, and then there’s feelings. The part of this that’s stupid is definitely the feelings and not the drugs.
Notes: I have never done recreational drugs so this is probably inaccurate to that experience! I have also never seen American Pie but I just wanted to use that title for something not involving a flute.
Being that the National Library is a government institution and that they only receive a limited allowance for recreational purposes, Chuuya’s pretty sure that Ango can’t be on as many drugs as he used to be.
‘As many’. Ango would probably spontaneously combust without some dubiously acquired substance in his body at least once a week. Chuuya doesn’t know how he could get himself hooked up with hard drugs without the library staff finding out about it, but he has complete faith that if anyone could manage the feat, it’s Sakaguchi Ango.
So he’s not all that surprised when he opens Ango’s door and there’s a bag of white powder sitting out on Ango’s bedstand. It’s half empty, and the bag isn’t that large to begin with, so even if Ango wasn’t lying on the bed with a silly grin on his face, it’d be pretty obvious that he’s high.
Chuuya rolls his eyes. “At least put that away when you’re done with it, or lock the door or something.” Getting mad at Ango for taking drugs is like getting mad at a fish for swimming. Or a dog for humping your leg, more accurately - it technically wouldn’t kill him to stay sober, but it’s not going to happen, because that’s not how he is.
“But then I wouldn’t be able to offer you any!” Ango says, like it would be outright criminal of him to deny Chuuya access to his illegal drugs.
“I’ll pass.” Chuuya closes the bag and puts it in one of Ango’s drawers - it’s not much of a hiding place, but at least it’s not out in the open. Ango can rearrange it later when he’s come down.
“It’s your loss.” Ango sits up and tugs on Chuuya’s sleeve. “Come on, stay with me a while. It’s a waste to spend the high alone.”
“That peach blossom bastard not available?” Chuuya asks, sitting down before Ango decides to just yank him over to the bed.
“He’s in a book delve and Oda’s on a four hour hunt for authors,” Ango replies, letting go. “You’ll have a good time with me, ri~ght?”
Being a third choice isn’t exactly flattering, and Chuuya’s about to tell Ango so-
-and then he’s on his back and Ango is hovering over him, grinning. His sunglasses are starting to fall down his face, and his dilated pupils just make the expression more unnerving.
“Come onnnn, Chuuya~” Ango leans down to nip at Chuuya’s ear, and Chuuya shudders.
Chuuya has not actually done anything sexual with Ango before. He’s a violent drunk, not a promiscuous one, and they’d never been that kind of interested in each other sober, at least not when they were alive.
“You’re high out of your mind and you’re going to regret this in the morning,” Chuuya says, ignoring the way Ango mouthing at his neck makes him shiver.
“Wouldn’t be the first time,” Ango says, not sounding at all regretful. “You can just punch me if I say something about it later. I’ll hold still for you even.”
That’s just patronizing, and Chuuya grumbles under his breath before properly answering. “Fine. Just don’t complain to me, I told you.”
Ango beams at him, and Chuuya takes the moment to take off his hat and set it to the side before it gets crumpled. This is a good move, because no sooner does he have it out of harm’s way than Ango crushes his lips to his.
Skilled and tender kissing is for people who are sober, but Ango can’t be faulted for enthusiasm. His hands are warm in Chuuya’s hair and his tongue is hot against Chuuya’s lips, and frankly Chuuya isn’t sure what he would do if Ango kissed him sweetly. This is much easier - he can just wrap his arms around Ango’s shoulders and lean into the kiss.
Getting someone’s clothes off without stopping kissing them is hard enough normally, and Chuuya takes pity on Ango’s terrible attempts at unbuttoning his cloak one-handed and takes it off for him. It pools to the side of the bed, followed by Ango’s leather jacket. Everything else above the waist will require them to stop sealing their lips together for at least a second, unfortunately.
Ango doesn’t have the patience for that, and shoves the bottom hem of Chuuya’s vest and shirt up to his chest, enough to get his hands on bare skin. He scrapes his nails against Chuuya’s stomach, causing him to hiss, then rubs more soothing circles over the faint marks. Eventually he pulls away from Chuuya’s mouth enough to slide down his body and bite his side.
Chuuya winces - that’s going to leave a mark. “Fuck you, asshole.”
“That’s the idea,” Ango says, without missing a beat. That doesn’t do anything to make Chuuya less irritated, and he glares at Ango while he’s fumbling with Chuuya’s belt and pants, only managing to get his pants partially off and his underwear about knee-level.
Ango’s hand on his cock is much better at improving his mood. There’s no spectacular technique, but there doesn’t have to be - Chuuya pushes up into every stroke and bites back most of the gasps that threaten to spill past his lips.
He has to bite them back, because Ango is grinning at him like a smug asshole for the simple act of making Chuuya feel good, and Chuuya can’t properly insult him when Ango’s rubbing him like that. It’d be humiliating to get halfway through a good insult only for Ango to tease his head a bit, and suddenly all the cutting words are moans instead.
“Turn over,” Ango says, after way too little time stroking Chuuya to hardness. When Chuuya just looks at him crossly for ordering him around and cutting the foreplay short, he adds, “You’ll like it.”
Chuuya sighs, and pulls his pants and underwear the rest of the way off before turning to face away from Ango on his hands and knees. It doesn’t surprise him that Ango likes to top, he just seems that kind of guy, but he could at least put in a little more foreplay before-
That’s definitely Ango’s tongue right over his hole and all complaints cut off into static. Chuuya squeaks as Ango licks him - it’s weird as hell and he hasn’t done this before but it feels good enough that if Ango wants to put his tongue there, he’s not going to be the one to stop him. Chuuya buries his face in the pillow to try and muffle any more embarrassing noises, which sort of works while Ango is still licking around him and then utterly fails to be enough to keep him quiet when Ango’s tongue dips inside him.
He’s not actually sure what words he’s saying, a lot of repetition of Ango’s name as Ango spreads him out with his tongue and several variants on ‘oh god’ as Ango explores how deep he can get inside of him. Whatever they are, they’re definitely embarrassing considering they only come out as moans. He’s shaking and trying to grind against Ango’s face, to get more of that wet heat assailing his nerves. Ango grips his ass to spread him out wider and digs his tongue in as far as he can get it.
Chuuya cries out when Ango licks a particular spot, pleasure flooding through him, and Ango takes that as a cue to keep licking there, over and over, tongue flicking rapidly back and forth. In terms of sexual technique, it’s a lot like a battering ram: not elegant, but it gets the job done.
Not that Chuuya’s coming up with metaphors right now: he’s not currently capable of complex thought. It’s for the best, since he’s also not capable of being ashamed of being pushed close to climax by someone’s tongue in his ass. Right now, as long as Ango keeps overwhelming him with pleasure, it doesn’t matter how he’s doing it.
Ango snakes a hand around his hip to start stroking him again, and it takes maybe three strokes before Chuuya’s coming all over Ango’s hand and his bedsheets. Distantly, he registers Ango wiping his hand on his sheets and a rustle of clothing behind him, but he’s still catching his breath.
Ango pulling Chuuya onto his lap gets his attention. Especially because he’s pantsless and Chuuya can feel how hard he is against him, near to his stretched (but not nearly stretched enough) hole.
“W-wait, wait, don’t you have real lube-” he stammers, before Ango can do more than rub at his entrance with his cock.
Ango pauses. “Nope,” he says. “Just ran out.”
Chuuya doesn’t ask how he ran out of it and who with, because he doesn’t want to know, and the twinge of annoyance in him is chalked up to Ango trying to have sex with him without real lube. Definitely nothing like jealousy, because that’d be stupid and weird.
“You can’t put it in me if you don’t have lube,” he says instead of dwelling on it. “I’ll do worse than punch you.”
Ango considers this for a second, shrugs, and grabs Chuuya’s hand before wrapping it around his own cock.
It takes about a second of Chuuya’s stroking to determine that Ango is also bigger than him here. Dammit. He tries to twist around to get a better look at what he’s doing, but Ango keeps him pinned where he is, Chuuya’s back to Ango’s chest.
“Can I at least turn around or do you want a shitty backwards handjob,” he says.
“You look smaller this way, though,” Ango says, and the insult Chuuya was going to lob at him falters when he goes on: “It’s cute.”
...It only falters for a second. A second filled with confusing feelings, but only a second before he’s back to grumbling as usual. “If you call me cute again I’m leaving and you can get off by yourself, asshole.”
“Okay, okay.” Ango even lets him turn to face him, though he immediately rests his chin on top of Chuuya’s head once he does so. Chuuya rests his forehead on Ango’s chest and tries to focus on the motions of his hand, because getting a guy off is simple when everything else is increasingly getting weird.
...his hand starts to get tired before Ango’s done, even with Ango thrusting into his strokes to help things along. He forgot what meth does to sexual stamina. But Ango wouldn’t jump him sober, so it’s not really important.
Eventually - Chuuya is seriously considering getting a music player or something to keep him occupied while he does this - Ango shudders, and thrusts erratically a few times before staining Chuuya’s hand white. Chuuya immediately wipes his hand off on Ango’s sheets, because they’re already dirty anyway, and works on getting decent again. Everything is rumpled and from a glance in Ango’s mirror, he can tell that even when clothed, he looks like he just had sex, but hopefully nobody will interrogate him about it.
“Coming down now?” he asks Ango, meaning more than just the post-orgasm high.
Ango wiggles a hand like ‘sort of’. “A couple of minutes, maybe.”
“You good for me to leave you alone? Even you can’t get into that much trouble in your room by yourself.” Though he started out by himself too, and now look where they are.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” Ango leans towards him.
Chuuya immediately scoots backwards as far as he can. “Your tongue was just in my ass, no way in hell I’m kissing you!” Chuuya splutters. That’s a good enough reason that ‘it’s weird if you kiss me while we aren’t having drug-fueled sex’ doesn’t need to be mentioned.
“Sorry, sorry.” Ango chuckles. “See you later, Chuuya. I’ll let you know if you get that free punch. Not that it’ll hurt even if I hold still...”
“You’re the actual worst.” Chuuya puts his hat squarely on his head and leaves Ango’s room, shutting the door a little more forcefully than he has to.
Even once he’s away from Ango and his annoying face, he still has all these feelings out of nowhere and they aren’t leaving when Chuuya wants them to.
Feelings are stupid. He’s almost regretting not taking the offered drugs.
At least he’s still got plenty of sake.