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Punk is not dead

Who: Xanxus, Sabo and YOU
What: Sabo insulted punk, so now they're haivng a little music battle
When: 3 Feb
Where: Club VorTeQ
Warnings: Xanxus warnings apply, more as added.

It's time. The infamous little punk club is filled to the brim with curious fans. Ever since that little twit-fit, the club has been really playing up the upcoming battle between Sabo and Xanxus. There are posters and special drinks, themed for each musician.

The stage is set up for the two, with everything they need. The bar is active and the club is hopping. While this isn't a legitimate contest like the Song Contest, there's something more on the line here. The pride of punk music.

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He laughs as well and grins at the blond. He reaches out and gives him a little slap on the ass. He's been doing that a lot lately. He's been a lot more physical with people. "You're quality too. So don't forget that. I don't just shack up with anyone." He looks back to the stage.

"I like your shirt though. I should have just written 'property of Xanxus' on your chest and had you go shirtless. But you look good. Let me buy you another drink and we can go enjoy ourselves a little."

"Oh, I know I'm quality," Ryouta said with no shame. "Former model, stellar athlete, popular musician? I'm a catch~" He makes a thought sound. "Maybe I should have done that, show everyone my awesome body, but that would be mean, because they would know they couldn't touch.

He perks up at the mention of another drink and fun. "Awesome," he said.

And that's why he likes Ryouta. Because the blond has no shame. It likes it because they can be shameless together. "That's damn right they wouldn't be able to touch it. I'd break their damn hands touching what's mine." A little violent and it seems strange. He's not been that possessive of Ryouta before, but there it is. He's not taking it back either.

"Try to keep up." He teases, and then he chugs down his drink.

The violence of the statement gives him pause, but everything else about it makes Ryouta ecstatic. This meant that there was more between them then just sex for sure! The date was one thing, this was another thing all together.

He grins and takes a drink. "I'll try. You know I'll fail, but I'm going to try." And then he begins to drink his. Slower, because he can't drink like a fish.

The violence is probably going to get worse and not better. But at least, for the moment, it seems pointed away from Ryouta and towards those that might dare to try and take him away. He doesn't care of the model fucks around. He DOES care if someone tries to do that when he's right there to stop it. He doesn't get such a nice piece of ass stolen out from under him. Hell no.

"Of course I know you'll fail and then I'm going to take advantage of you while you're drunk. You know that right? I'm going to get you so drunk and then I'm going to take you to the closest hotel and enjoy doing whatever I want to you while you're too drunk to not like it." He might be teasing, he might not be. But the way he drinks his shot seems to say he's probably not.

"So let's have ourselves a little contest. Every shot you match, I'll do one thing you say."

"Oh, that sounds dangerous," Ryouta all but purred.

This feels very dangerous, but he trusts Xanxus. He trusts Xanxus more than he probably should. He doesn't mind Xanxus being rough. Likes it even. And it's not like he'd mind if he got tied up.

"I'm game."

"It definitely is. I have to do what you say. You could get me to do anything. So I'm putting my pride on the line here." He's teasing because he's going to enjoy the game and he hoped that he'll get Ryouta drunk enough that he won't ask him to do anything too crazy.

"Then we'll start right now. I'm four shots in. Catch up." And pretty soon, he'll be even more alcohol in. He's going to make himself a little pyramid of it.

"Oh!" Ryouta orders five shots and a glass of water. He is going to get so drunk. He already has a few things in mind that he's going to ask Xanxus; do something in public, not on the street, but maybe in the alley or something.

"Down the hatch." And he downs his first shot, a lemon drop. "This is going to be over for me real quick you know."

Xanxus grins over his next shot. Nothing but whiskey or tequila for him. Straight up. "Oh, I know you won't give up. You're a fighter. You will give it your all. And don't worry. Once you get too drunk, I'll take care of you. I won't let anyone else take advantage of you. Just me." That possessiveness again.

"We'll stack yours here. That way, we'll keep a good count of yours to mine." He just keeps smirking. Even though he didn't seem to have any gain from this. Not with the fact that he's giving Ryouta a little bit of power over him. Btu honestly, he's certain he's going to benefit in the end. Give something to get something better.

Ryouta give a teasing grin. "Something tells me that's not any better." He downs a second shot. "Good thing I like you."

Ryouta's already on his way to tipsy. As he takes his third shot he smiles at Xanxus.

"Three so far. I know I want you to blow me."

And Xanxus hasn't even started to really drink yet. Though he does nearly choke on his latest shot at Ryouta's first choice. He almost smacks him on the back of the head for that. He keeps having those urges. The urges to physically reprimand him. Mostly because Xanxus doesn't give head. Still, he's a man of his word and he won't go back on it.

"Just don't expect me to be on my knees for it. I don't kneel for anyone." He downs his latest shot and repours. "You want to try mine?"

"No, I want to be laying down and you between my legs." Ryouta gave out a little giggle as he downed number four. Oh, he was filling good. "Or, maybe sixty-nining. That would be fun. It's hard to do with people shorter than me. But~ You can get me on my knees later if you want."

He grins and looks over at Xanxus' shots. "Sure, I'll try one. I should get a water too. Otherwise I'll be hungover to tomorrow and you don't want to deal with that."

He would actually be okay with that. Especially the second option. "It is pretty nice to have someone my own size." He agrees. "And make that your hands and knees so I can take you from behind." He taps the bar and more shots come his way.

"Water. If you want, but I think I might want you hung over. I haven't really enjoyed a long morning in bed with you and maybe I should." Normally, unless is was a marathon, they didn't get to linger too long after. That's the curse of being from different labels. He thinks sleeping in until noon with Ryouta might be nice.

Ryouta blushes and giggles. "Been awhile since we did it doggie style."

He smiles and puts his hand on Xanxus' knee. "I'm really whiny, but even I'm sober, I'd like to have a nice lie in with you." He smiles. "Waking up in your arms would be really nice."

"Then we will. I'll get you nice and ready and then I'll pound you into the mattress. I think I even know the right hotel for this. We'll get roomservice in the morning since I'm going to make sure you can't walk when I'm done with you." He leans to blow into Ryouta's ear. "So, a reward for getting drunk with me, we can wake up together." He won't just bail once he's done. It'll be... like they actually have a real relationship outside of just getting off with amazing sex.

He shudders pleasantly. This... this is what he wanted for so long. He smiles, it's a brilliant smile full of adoration.

"Sounds like a plan," he said and leaned up to kiss Xanxus.

He's going to lean down to meet that kiss. His alcohol and Ryouta's lingering between their lips. He tastes so good and he supposes he'll learn how he tastes other places pretty soon enough. He gives the blond a little grope and there's a dark purr in Italian. "Sei mio". You're mine.

Ryouta knows 'mio' means mine. And being Xanxus is exactly what Ryouta wants to be tonight.

"Hai," he murmurs, sliding into his own native tongue.

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