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FOTD; Blue Raspberry #5; Fudge Ripple #28

Author: Regret
Rating: 18
Story: Radial: Unravel
Challenge: FOTD - Nuque; Blue Raspberry #5 - A Cunning Plan; Fudge Ripple #28 - Amusement
Extras: Pocky Chain; Artists Of The Week (Muse - Uprising)
Word Count: 300
Summary: Alex has his own way of getting back at their temporary supervisor. Milos is, for once, more than happy to go along.
Notes: I hope the AotW is okay as an extra, it's more of a deep-seated feeling (particularly for Alex) than a real challenge. I also recommend watching the link, Muse make excellent videos, but as a warning it does contain teddy bears with claws, fangs and creepy eyes... [What? I find it scary...]

Three footsteps and a prickling sensation across his shoulders were his only warning. He was standing at the filing cabinets, pulling out the folders required for the practice report he was compiling, when hands slid over his waist and dived into his jeans. Hot breath from warm lips tickled the back of his neck.

He said nothing when the hands stroked over his underwear, or when the hips behind began to rock against him.

Teeth grazed over his tender skin and the hands withdrew; Milos glanced over his shoulder at the retreating figure.

Alex was in a good mood today.

* * *

“I’ve got an idea.”

“Is that wise?” He stepped back to pull open a cabinet drawer, almost straight into Alex.

Hands settled on his hips, squeezing before slipping back into his jeans—no; his shorts, encircling and caressing. “You have a problem with my ideas?”

“Depends on the idea...” If his hands kept doing that, he’d agree to anything.

“You’ll like this one.”

His breath hitched; he clung to the folder he’d been trying to file. “Whenever you say that...”

Alex leaned forward to whisper in his ear. Milos just knew he was smiling. And it did sound quite appealing...

* * *

“Make as much noise as you want.” Alex had said. He’d asked if that was an order, and felt the smile curve against his skin. “Yes it damn well is.”

So he obliged loudly, gripping drawer handles as Alex nailed him against the cabinets.

“What the hell are you doing?!” Marrok burst in, apoplectic.

Alex smirked. “What does it look like? We’re fucking.” He silenced Milos’s moans by sliding two fingers into his mouth.

He sucked on them, watching Marrok surreptitiously.

The man flushed and stalked from the room.

Alex pressed his nose against Milos’s neck and began to laugh.


( 6 comments — Leave a comment )
Feb. 14th, 2013 08:27 pm (UTC)
LOL! Just LOL! I want to feel sorry for Marrok but I just don't.
Feb. 15th, 2013 12:05 am (UTC)
*grins* I don't either, and this was a lot of fun to write. [Expect to see/hear of a bit more of Marrok for the time being; he's the one Alex was rude to regarding Germany.]
Feb. 15th, 2013 04:48 am (UTC)
LMAO! Poor hapless Marrok. Alex so had that one planned :-P
Feb. 19th, 2013 06:52 pm (UTC)
Oh definitely... *grins* I'd say the best revenge was served cold, but I think Alex subscribes to the idea that the best revenge is served with its pants around its knees...

Unfortunately, Marrok is perfectly capable of getting his own revenge too... and not the Alex variety.
Feb. 15th, 2013 10:35 am (UTC)
Ahaha, I have to admit, Alex is good at planning these sort of things. And the bluntness of "What does it look like? We're fucking" makes it all the more awesome.
Feb. 19th, 2013 06:53 pm (UTC)
Alex certainly enjoys planning them. ;) And really, it was a bit of a naive question on Marrok's part... *lmao*
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