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”Bloody fucker,” I murmur harshly, turning away and lighting my cigarette. Kristian chuckles next to me. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Stop fucking laughing at me, you –“
“Calm down, Japa,” Kristian says nonchalantly. “One’d think you –“
“No one thinks anyfuckingthing, so shut the fuck up,” I snap. “You know shit.”
“No?” Kristian’s upper lip curls in amusement. Fuck him.
Some blond guy brushes past me and is gone before I get around to chopping his head off. Theon, I realize, fuming.
“Who the bloody fuck does he think he is, fucking asshole –“
“That guy? Well what do you think?” Kristian shrugs. “He thinks he’s the fucking king of earth.”
“Fucking king of earth my fucking ass…”
“Watch your mouth, Japa. He’s manipulative as fuck. He’ll get your ass if he wants it.”
“Oh no, he fucking won’t,” I fume.
When Theon exits the bar, he dares to flash us a cheeky smile. I kick myself off the wall, ready to flay him, but Kristian keeps me in place.
“He’s not worth it, Japa,” he says in a mocking tone, giving Theon a cold stare.
I rest back against the wall, staring evilly at Theon who just curls his lips into an arrogant little smile before he leaves.
“Hey, Japa, let’s have one more drink and then go to my place and fuck. This night’s worth shit.”
A few weeks later I’m back in Tampere to annoy Kristian, with the only excuse of some gig I just can’t miss – which gig it was I never mentioned, and Kristian didn’t ask because he knows there isn’t one.
“Why the fuck is this place always crowded, can’t you for fuck’s sake just for once find somewhere decent?” I rant, pushing myself past some tall, lanky guy with a black dye job obviously gone wrong. I sneer at him when the guy looks about to say something. “People here look like crap too.”
“Well, Japa, if you think you can find a better place, fucking go ahead, I’m not stopping you,” Kristian grumbles, managing to slip past and to the bar, ordering enough supplies for several rounds.
I don’t answer that; we both know that I don’t know my way around this town nearly as well as he does.
“Thought so,” Kristian mumbles, sitting down with the tray of drinks. I grab a whiskey shot and down it, looking down just in time to notice the blond terror walk past our table.
“What the fuck is he doing here!” I cry, annoyed.
“The same as you,” Kristian states dryly. “Getting wasted and looking for a fuck.”
“He could go do that somewhere else,” I mutter, going for the beer this time. Kristian just shrugs.
Some hours later of shooting Theon death stares every time he passes our table, trying to trip him up, or by any other means showing him that he is not welcome here, and earning only mocking smiles in return, my temper is very short.
Kristian’s is too, but he’s way too drunk to actually care, or even notice. He’s useless. And my nicotine craving is getting the better of me for the 117th time this evening, so I haul myself outside to smoke, leaving a dizzy Kristian behind, half slung over the table.
Shortly after, Theon comes out. I ignore him and finish my cigarette, but I can’t help but notice that he doesn’t smoke. Then what the fuck is he here for? I growl and throw the cigarette away, lighting a new one.
“You look hot when you scowl,” Theon remarks and my head shoots up. What did he say? I look up from under my hat, glaring at him in response. “Oh, isn’t that cute.”
“Don’t you fucking talk to me,” I spit, then inhale deeply.
“Do you want to kill yourself?”
“No I fucking do not, what’s your damn problem?” I snarl.
“Oh, nothing,” he says casually. “Just thought you ought to know that smoking kills, my suicidal friend.”
“Fuck you.”
“Oh yes, please.” He smiles. I have to restrain myself to not hit him.
I throw my unfinished cigarette away to head back inside, I’m smarter than picking a fight with him.
“I thought you were gonna fuck me?” he calls after me, too loudly for my taste.
“And why would I be interested in fucking you?” I snap. “Filthy whore.”
“I prefer to be called slut, thank you,” he smirks. “So, where’s the sex? I’d like some.”
“Hell you would, you’re not fucking getting any,” I snarl and walk back in, looking for my idiot friend. He’s still passed out on the table.
“It’s not like your friend is in need of your company.” I can literally hear the smirk in Theon’s voice.
“Save your dignity and leave me the fuck alone before you do something you don’t want to.”
I leave him and go shake Kris up; he’s got a lovely imprint of the beer coaster on his forehead from lying on the table, and that sticky stuff on his cheek can’t be anything else but soda.
“You fucking idiot,” I tell him, pulling him to his feet. He slurs something and for once in my life I’m tempted to just leave him fucking be where he’s dropped instead of taking him home safely.
I ignore Theon’s overly joyous wave when I leave the bar, half carrying Kristian out. The night is still young so I go back to the bar after disposing of him in his bed, bucket next to the bed and water on the nightstand.
It’s less crowded there now, and Theon’s nowhere in sight. I sigh of relief, taking a deep drag of my beer, ohhhh that’s good…ice cold. I allow myself a little smile, my mood instantly much better than it has been all day now that there’s no Theon in the scene and no Kristian to deal with. I lean back in my chair, cradling my glass and letting the beer work its mood-improving wonders, scanning the room for potential fucks.
The guy with the hilariously bad dye job pushes his way inside and past me, but what’s worse – far worse – is the blond queen-of-the…something that follows him in. I fume as I realize I can’t come up with anything insulting enough for him, my knuckles turning white around my glass.
“Oh, look! Hottie’s back!” Theon grins at me, nonchalantly sliding into the seat across from me. “This place wasn’t nearly grumpy enough without you.”
“Fuck. Off,” I growl under my breath.
“Easy, easy.” He smiles sweetly. I can see the derision drip off his words. “Don’t want to get too high blood pressure, man.”
“Don’t you have better things to do than to annoy me? Go drown yourself in the bar, Toastie.” I glare at him.
“Oh, but I thought you were good enough for my friendly presence. Besides, you’re moody today.”
“And so fucking what?”
“Well…” he grins, leaning close to me. “Moody’s hot.”
I punch him in the side, causing him to wince, but surprisingly, it’s not making him piss off. He catches his breath, giving me a speculative, yet pleased, look. He then leans in again.
“I was mistaken. Moody’s not hot, Moody’s fucking drop-dead-gorgeous, and I think he’s going to be a really good fuck tonight.”
I find myself staring at him, unable to believe my own fucking ears and with no greater want than to blow his fucking self-absorbed face off the planet.
“Well?” he asks, smirk painted all over his face.
I down the last of my beer and shove the glass hard at him, managing to hit him again. I get up and leave him sitting there, leaving the bar altogether. I go down the street a bit, trying to blend into the shadows and light up a smoke.
Half a cigarette later, Blondie exits the bar. I slide deeper into the shadows, watching him look around and to my horror, starting down the street in my direction.
“Beautiful hiding place. Really takes out your features.” Theon’s smirk is no less visible in the dim light out here and his eyes are gleaming.
I proceed to ignore him.
“Did I offend the tiger?” he grins and I nearly punch him.
“What the fucking fuck is your fucking problem?” I growl and take a deep drag off my cigarette, intending to leave as soon as I’m done with it.
“The same as yours.”
I frown, but don’t answer. Don’t want to waste my time talking to Blondie. He plants himself against the wall, right next to me, close enough that I can smell his cologne.
“Fuck off.”
“No.”
I inhale the last bit of my cigarette and throw it away, grabbing a fistful of Theon’s hair and pulling him towards me until we’re face to face, merely inches apart.
“What the fuck do you want, Toastie?” I growl, smoke seeping out from my mouth and nose, making him cough.
“See, now we’re talking,” he grins. “I want to fuck you.”
For a moment I’m paralysed, but then I feel the rage well up. Fuck me? Definitely not.
“You’re not going to fuck anyone,” I gnarl and push him in front of me, going to show him who’s in charge here.
I push him down a narrow alley, paying no attention to his pathetic moans and complaints, and push him face first against the moist wall, well out of sight behind a large wheelie bin.
“Who the fuck do you think you are?” I gnarl at him and pull his hair, bending his head backwards. “Answer me.”
“I’m – I’m Theon...what’re you going to do?” Theon asks in a shaky voice that’s just as real as my hair colour.
“Put you in your fucking place, Blondie. Did you really in your fucked up mind think I’d let you asshole fuck me?” I growl and pull hard at his hair, causing a low whimper to escape his lips. “Shut up!”
“All right! Just tell me what you’re going to do to me, please?”
Is that a hint of fear in Toastie’s voice? I grin to myself, pressing him harder against the wall, leaning in to hiss in his ear.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll be crawling home on your crying knees, and you will never ever dream of talking to me like that again.”
“All right...” he whimpers and I press his face against the rough wall.
“Not a sound or I’ll fucking grate your face with that wall there, Blondie,” I threaten, rubbing his face against the wall to prove I’m serious. “Drop those pants.”
Theon hastily unbuckles his belt and with shaky fingers, manages to unbutton his jeans...and there he stops.
“Well?” I growl, pressing his face against the wall. “You fucking whore, drop those fucking pants or your face is bye-bye.”
He drops his pants and pushes his underwear down, spreading his legs a little. One bonus point for being cooperative. Blondie moves and I press him against the disgusting wall again, that rat is not going to get away now – and realise he’s only moved to be able to wrap his hand around his own cock.
“What’s that?” I ask sharply. “Who allowed you to touch yourself”?
“No-one...” he whimpers, reluctantly removing his hand again.
“No touching, got me?” I gnarl, pulling forcefully at his hair, knowing that’s going to hurt. He nods almost invisibly.
I keep one hand securely tightened in his hair, ready to pull if he’s going to be smart again. I open my jeans with my free hand and pull my cock out, ohh that’s good...indulge myself a few hard strokes before getting out a condom, ripping it open with my teeth, there, and now on with it.
“Feel that?” I hiss, pressing the tip of my cock against his crack. “You didn’t think I’d fuck your filthy ass without protection, did you? Fuck knows where you’ve been, fucking whore.”
He opens his mouth to protest but I press his face hard against the wall, effectively shutting him up. I push my cock inside him, no preparation, grinning in satisfaction as he fights himself to not utter a sound.
“Not a sound, not a move and definitely not a touch,” I growl, ramming into him hard. He shudders, biting hard down on his lip.
With Blondie in check I can give in to myself, pounding into him hard and fast, so turned on by the entire situation and how tight he is around me, his shudders and soundless gasps winding me up even more...I keep his face planted against the wall, ready to grate it, should it be necessary.
Theon gasps and shudders suddenly and I pull at his hair, hissing at him to shut up, but then he tightens around me and I lose it completely, coming hard and explosively, ohhhh... I manage one last thrust, grunting heavily and causing Blondie to gasp in pain.
“Shut up, bitch,” I hiss and push his face against the wall. Theon silences, but keeps shivering.
I pull out and trash the condom, pulling my jeans up and closing before I let the pathetic wanker go.
“Now fuck off,” I snarl at him, and light myself a cigarette before turning away. Theon picks himself up and turns to face me, lazy grin on his face.
“Looks like we both got what we wanted,” he says, pulling up his underwear and jeans.
There are red scrub marks on his cheek where I’d rubbed him against the wall. Some are bloody.
“Like fuck you got to fuck me, are you disturbed in your fucking little stupid head?” I snort.
“Oh, no. I wanted you to fuck me, Moody. Figured you’d be a really hot fuck,” he smirks. “I wasn’t disappointed.”
“Fuck off.” I turn to leave, but only make it a few steps before he talks at me again.
“By the way, I prefer slut.”
“No fucking difference,” I snarl, turning around to spit at his feet.
I leave him there with his arrogant self, going back to my spot in the shadows. I’m going to really enjoy this cigarette before I go back to Kristian’s place – Toastie can say whatever he wants, I got what I wanted.
The guy with the awful dye job shows up within seconds, asking for a light.
“There you go, mate.” I light his cigarette and expect him to leave again.
“You, you’re not up for a shag, are you?” he asks, clearly exasperated.
“Sorry.”
“Fucking hell. I’ve been trying to get laid for months!” he mutters sulkily. “But all I get are guys who’re in for cuddling and fondling and I love yous and taking things slowly...when all I want is a goodamn fuck!”
“Better luck next time, dude.” I shrug and shake my head, leaving him with an extra cigarette before I take myself home.