Floor
by Mythdefied
March 2005

The rain slid down Deimos' naked skin like a wet waterfall. Glittering like drops of bright, shiny jewels that were really...big and--and...shiny.

Autolycus snorted softly in amusement before taking another swing of whatever was in the wineskin. It wasn't wine, he was certain of that, but whatever it was, it made the world spin in a not-so unpleasant way. It was going down far more smoothly now than it had at first, too.

But, back to Deimos and the naked. Because Deimos hadn't been naked a few minutes ago, Autolycus was sure of that. And for that matter, when had it started raining?

He was comfortable, sitting in the soft grass, and okay, yeah, the grass was feeling a little damp, now that he thought about it, let his fingers run over the half-crushed green and brown blades in front of him. He tilted his head up, squinting at the cloudy sky -- and flinched when a warm drop of rain caught him in the corner of his eye.

"Well, whadya know," he said, looking back at Deimos, clutching at a patch of grass when the world tried to tilt too fast. "It's raining."

"No, really?" Sitting across from him, Deimos grinned. And yep, still naked.

"So, you're kind of...nude, there," Autolycus drawled, although, it came out as far more of a slur than his usual drawl. "Planning on taking advantage of me when I'm...less than sober?"

Deimos laughed, a high, sharp giggle that he cut off abruptly, pale eyes shining with anticipation. "Yeah, actually."

Autolycus grinned, although the expression felt a bit lopsided, probably because his lips were trying to go numb. "Good."

"Good?" That got a slight frown from Deimos.

"Sure, I mean, besides the fact that you've got good taste," Autolycus paused to reach up and smooth out his mustache, preening a bit for effect -- except that his fingers were unexpectedly clumsy and he ended up jabbing the side of his nose. "Ouch," he muttered, then cleared his throat. "Anyway," he went on, pointedly ignoring Deimos' amused tittering, "hangovers are so much easier to live with if you're well fucked the next morning." He grinned again, letting his gaze follow the drops of water making damp trails down all that bare, tanned skin.

Deimos laughed again, fingers interlocking together as he leaned forward. "I think I can help you with that, Autolycus."

"I bet you can, babe." Autolycus kept grinning, even while Deimos snickered at his words. He hadn't thought it sounded that funny, but then, he'd never used a line like that on a guy before either. Women seemed to eat it up, but Deimos was no woman.

"Just lemme polish this off," he held up the wineskin, "and we'll do some...business." Which, all jokes aside, they should've talked about before Autolycus had gone exploring new worlds of alcohol-laced fun. Deimos had said something about a proposition they'd both profit from, but then he'd produced the wineskin as a gift (read: bribe) and things got a little fuzzy after that.

The first drink of...whatever it was, had come close to choking Autolycus. It was powerful though, and like nothing he'd ever had before. The second drink had been better, since he was prepared for it, and by the third he was pretty sure he'd lost the ability to taste, so what did it matter? He'd nearly drained the wineskin with that last drink so he had to tilt it nearly vertical to get the last of it.

"Right then," he said, tossing the wineskin aside, wiping his mustache and lips with clumsy fingers. "Let's get down to--" And the world tilted, sharp and fast and suddenly Autolycus found himself flat on his back, dizzy, head spinning.

"Whoa there," he muttered, trying to shift his elbows under him, push himself up. But his arms seemed to have gone boneless and weren't really obeying his commands.

He heard Deimos' giggles before he saw Deimos himself. Or, rather, the three Deimoses that were suddenly looming over him, teeth bared in something too predatory to be a smile, but too bright to be truly vicious.

"So, what do you think, Auto?" he said, the three versions of him suddenly coalescing into one as he leaned closer, hands bracing on the ground beside Autolycus' shoulders.

"I think I've turned to jelly," Autolycus replied, and he didn't remember wanting to say that. His mouth and brain didn't appear to be connecting anymore. "And, hey! Look at the world spin...." He tried focusing on the single tree branch he could see around Deimos' head, but his eyes crossed. "Groovy."

Deimos burst into laughter, turning to silent chuckles that shook his body as he ducked his head down, flicked his tongue out and--

"Gods!" Autolycus gasped, a hard shudder moving through him. Because his vest was gone, and his shirt, and that was definitely grass he was feeling on his bare ass. And Deimos' hot, wet tongue sliding over his nipple.

"Got that stuff from a visiting god," Deimos said, raising his head. His pupils were dilated, more black there than pale blue now.

Autolycus couldn't get his legs to move, but he could feel one of Deimos' hands on his thigh, gripping, lifting, arranging Autolycus' leg so that it draped limply over Deimos' waist, leaving him open, vulnerable.

"Came from somewhere way off to the West." Deimos' tongue slid over his lower lip, catching a single droplet of rain. His hand was between them again, sliding, probing, slick now and pushing in and Autolycus barely heard Deimos' words over his own harsh gasp.

"Calls it 'Tequila.'"

Then Deimos was kissing him and Autolycus just closed his eyes and hung on for the ride.


Fin
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