The Nothing Game – Rewritten! (orignally there was a really bad first draft I did years ago lols)

Authors note (November 19, 2008) -

Right. Don't expect gold here :) Its an older fiction from a year ago, redone from a draft older yet. If anyone remembers the boys from the original old version of A Softer Sin, well, here they are. This, as you'll find when you finish reading, is why I couldn't force them into serious roles of assassin etc. lol Sierus would make a terrible assassin. -snicker-

Ah, another thing, you can all laugh at me, but this was my first attack on a lemon. -shrug- it isn't good, it isn't terrible. The intimate scenes are pretty bad though XD Last point, I wrote this for people who already know my crew so there isn't a lot of description about Sierus and Trick. Sorry, guys, either you know the boys or you don't ;)

Enjoy :)

-EA

Hand on the refrigerator door, he hesitated; surely not in the fridge.

The entire morning had been suspiciously themed. It had also been completely devoid of Sierus, who was not an early riser and yet not in bed. Trick suspected the two were linked.

The first of the little themed surprises had been rolling over that morning to find the bed empty. Strange, he thought and became somewhat concerned when Sierus didn’t come shuffling back from the bathroom. He figured perhaps he’d gone out to do something nice, like pick up coffee, so he’d slid out of bed to make himself presentable.

The rest of the morning, with still no sign of Sierus, had only confused him more. It started immediately after he’d gotten out of bed. Digging through the underwear drawer, he’d come across something that made him jerk his hand back in surprise. It was cold, metal, and linked in two rings. Metal handcuffs. Sierus’ metal handcuffs. At first he’d shrugged it off as a ‘Sierus’ thing; leaving his stuff in the similar destructive pattern of a gale force hurricane was nothing new at their place. So, rolling his eyes, he chucked the cuffs out, onto the bed, and got ready for a shower.

Pulling open the bathroom cupboard, he had become considerably more discontented. Last time he’d checked, a riding crop did not belong next to the deodorant. The rest of the morning had followed in a themed manner; a bottle of lube in shower, high-heeled kink shoes crammed into the towel cupboard, and condoms in the makeup drawer. He was not impressed by Sierus’ subtle messages and spared a thought to wonder how’d he managed to hide everything so discretely.

He had rolled his eyes heavenward while removing the most disturbing porn videos from the breadbasket; he didn’t even know Sierus owned this stuff. Probably has it squirreled away in some dark, twisted mockery of a tickle trunk, he had thought, while sighing and untangling a spiked leather collar from inside the toaster.

So now he stood, hand on the fridge in the utmost indecision; to open the door and possibly lose one’s appetite, or to remain in morbid curiosity? He yanked open the door, ready for whatever distressing mental images he’d be faced with. He blinked… and blinked again. A stuffed owl was in the refrigerator staring back at him with little shiny plastic eyes. It was just a stuffed owl. He reached out with careful fingers, ready for it to say something embarrassing or be concealing something horrid, and plucked it out of the fridge. Nothing; just an owl.

He set it on the counter and studied it, feeling very much as though he’d missed something about it- something horribly obvious. He picked it up and turned it over in his hands. Just a stuffed owl- white plushie with black plastic eyes.

Ripping through the rest the kitchen turned up a few more goodies, but nothing explained the owl. Stuff lay all over the counters- stuff that belonged back in the cupboards and stuff that belonged locked away never to see the light of day.

He was back to examining the owl, puzzled and frustrated, when a pair of arms snaked themselves around his waist. Trick yelped and dropped the owl in surprise.

“Having fun?” Sierus murmured, obvious glee in his voice, against his neck. Sierus’ paraphernalia littered the counter.

“No,” Trick snapped, trying to struggle out of Sierus’ capture, “What is all this about?”

“Oh,” Sierus smiled, relenting and releasing his victim, “nothing.”

Trick narrowed his eyes. So he wanted a war, did he? This was an old game; one they hadn’t played in more than a year. The Nothing Game. He almost smiled but suffocated it quickly. The Nothing Game was old news- he was surprised Sierus even remembered it.

“Nothing, hey?” Trick asked, lifting his chin, “Looks like something to me.”

“No,” Sierus shrugged, hands in the pockets of his jeans, “just some old, misplaced stuff. Don’t know how it got in here, really.”

“Well, it must have gotten out here somehow. It certainly wasn’t by my doing.”

The Nothing Game had accidentally come into existence when they started out. It was one of their early couple competitions, created to tease the both of them until one relented and forfeited the game.

“Maybe it was the owl,” Sierus grinned, picking up the stuffed toy off the floor.

Trick made an impatient noise, “Where were you this morning?”

Leaning against the counter and raising his eyebrows slowly, he replied, “Why, sleeping of course.”

“Liar. Were you hiding in the house the whole time? You creepy stalker.” Trick frowned, reflecting on his unrealistic luck at not being jumped in the shower. He was beginning to get suspicious that Sierus had actually taken the time to plan this all out carefully, and that he may inconceivably be walking into a trap of Sierus’ making.

Sierus shrugged evasively, “Don’t know what you’re talking about. Of course I was asleep in my own house this morning.”

Trick studied him long and hard, Sierus grinning under the scrutiny.

“Whatever. Clean up your stuff then.” Trick sniffed. Re-starting the much-delayed making of breakfast, he pushed two slices of bread into the toaster.

“Well it’s not my mess. I put my toys away,” He smirked, “you’re the one who got all this stuff out.”

“Don’t play dumb,” Trick snapped, “It’s too close to home for you.”

Sierus pretended to be offended, placing an outraged hand over his chest. “You wound me, m’lady.”

“Was it some sort of ‘subtle Sierus-made’ message?”

“What? This stuff? You got everything out.”

Trick examined the toast, peering down into the toaster, to make sure the toaster wasn’t in an evil mood. “Only because you placed all that stuff in places you knew I had to look.” He sighed in a long-suffering tone of voice.

“Poppy-cock.”

Trick snorted at his word choice, fighting the urge to laugh, and spun to face him, “You’ve gone soft in your old age; your debating skills have gone to the dogs, Sierus.”

This time Sierus really was scandalized, Trick could tell by the way his casual, taunting expression hit a abrupt sour note. “Old? Old! Good God, man, Sierus is in his prime!” He had Trick shoved up against the counter with surprising speed.

Trick laughed and tried to push him away, “Well, you do complain about arthritis.”

Sierus cut him off sulkily, hands still on Trick’s hips, “That’s from my accident.”

“Oh, go take your pills, old man.” Trick smiled, patting him on the cheek. Two could play at this game. He hopped up on the counter and Sierus placed his palms on the counter, on either side of Trick’s legs.

Sierus glared sullenly at him.

“What?” Trick smiled, leaning back against the cupboards.

“Nothing.”

Sierus looked so morose he almost gave in and apologized before he stopped himself. Seemed he himself was a little rusty on the rules of the Nothing Game.

Trick rearranged Sierus’ messy black hair instead, “Oh, well that’s good. I thought you might have been offended.”

“Yeah,” Sierus frowned, “your toast is burning by the way.”

Trick yelped and reached for the now smoking machine across the counter. He popped the toast up and regarded it with frustration. Stupid moody toaster.

“Time for a new toaster hey?” Sierus asked, and then continued darkly, “I guess it’s getting old.”

“Mhm,” Trick licked his lips and looked back at Sierus, “We should really replace get around to replacing everything old.”

“Oh ho, better just ship me off to the old folks home then, hey?”

“Already made reservations for next week. Don’t worry, I’ll come visit every month or so.” Trick picked the black set of toast out of the machine and set them down by the sink, unable to reach the garbage as Sierus was preventing his mobility.

“Such a peach in the morning, aren’t you?”

“Can’t you tell? Sorry, finding your sex toys lying around the house disgruntles me.” He leaned back on the counter, arms out behind him to prop him up.

“I could disgruntle you more.”

The Nothing Game thrived off of insults and the ‘upper hand’ verbal jabs. It was a game of bravado and dominance.

“Yes, you could. And then I’d lock you out of the house.” And half-hearted threats.

Sierus whined, hunching so he could rest his chin on Trick’s knees. Trick patted his hair. “Are you just going to sit on the cold counter all afternoon?”

“Well, I had planned to clean up the mess you made but—“

“We could just, you know, use the stuff.” Sierus interjected.

“Or not.”

“I like my idea better.”

“I don’t. Keep whatever twisted fantasies you’ve got swirling around in your head.”

“Eventually they’re going to drive me insane. I have to relieve them in some way.”

“Clean up the bathroom when you’re done then.” Trick tried to escape, deciding to abandon the toast idea.

Sierus snorted, “That’s not what I meant.” Trick placed a bare foot on his chest and pushed him back, slipping off the counter and sauntering away.

“I know,” Trick tossed over his shoulder, “but beggars can’t be choosers now can they?”

“What’s that supposed to insinuate?” Sierus sulked, following him.

“Oh,” Trick smiled, walking away, “Nothing.”

Sierus cursed behind him. The Nothing Game was also a game of sexual frustration. Eventually someone would pity the other and the game would be over. Trick smiled to himself, pushing open the bathroom door and flicking on the light; he hadn’t realized how much he’d missed the game. He knew he was willingly participating in it and therefore had to own up to whatever resulted from the teasing, but it was so much fun.

“What are you doing?” Sierus asked, still sounding sulky, and leaning against the bathroom doorframe.

“Nothing.” Trick winked, towelling his hair, which was still wet from his shower. At least he’d managed to get dressed before Sierus showed up. Lack of clothing or easily removed clothing was a recipe for disaster around the taller man. Not that taunting him into madness wasn’t; he half expected to be attacked in a moment.

He could see Sierus’ gaze on him via the mirror and he fought to stifle another grin. So easy to tease him, he reflected, not as easy to calm him down though. Trick chucked the towel into the hamper by the wall and ran some hair product through his black and white hair.

The bathroom was silent, devoid of witty comments. Sierus wasn’t even bothering to curb his stare.

“Something wrong?” Trick smiled.

“Yea,” Sierus muttered feverishly, “you’re still wearing pants.”

Trick smirked and rolled his eyes; a look that concealed the sudden, and quite unexpected, feeling that curled in his lower stomach. “Oh? My pants are a problem?”

“Yes,” Sierus looked up at him suddenly serious, “are you trying to kill me through deprivation? And for God’s sake stop licking your lips.” Trick blinked, stunned, had he been licking his lips? Sierus continued, “You’re doing a damn fine job of undoing me one molecule at a time.”

Judging by the bulge at the front of Sierus’ jeans, he was. That, and Sierus’ lack of usual sarcastic commentary; his seriousness was intimidating somehow.

“Thank you,” Trick winked, turning to face Sierus and leaning back against the bathroom counter, “I pride myself in my work.”

Sierus exhaled slowly in frustration and ran a hand through his own hair before looking back at Trick, “So help me I’ll jump you on that counter.”

Ah. He watched Sierus wince and noticed his dark eyes smoulder, out of focus. He had pushed him a bit far, hadn’t he? The couch sentence was a little harder on Sierus than he’d anticipated. Quite literally harder.

Sierus jerked his thumb over his shoulder, not meeting Trick’s eyes, “Go do something else then. I need the bathroom.”

Trick didn’t move, but raised his eyebrows slowly, “I don’t know,” He stated softly, enjoying the flickers of arousal, “I don’t think I want to share you with the bathroom.” He trailed off.

Sierus locked eyes with him sharply and Trick laughed at the startled look on his face. “What?” Trick smiled.

Sierus took a hesitant step towards him, then another, until he wrapped his arms around Trick’s thin waist, lifting him up to sit on the counter. Trick placed a hand behind him to steady himself, but threaded the other through Sierus black hair as their lips met.

Breaking the kiss, Sierus pulled away to study him with a disbelieving expression. “Nothing,” He murmured, pulling Trick closer so they were pressed together, “absolutely nothing.”

Trick laughed against Sierus’ eager lips, placing two fingers against them so he could get a word in, “That one doesn’t count.”

“Oh but it does,” Unperturbed by the restriction, he moved to Trick’s collarbone, running his tongue along the warm flesh he found there. Warm hands pressed against Trick’s lower back, fingers sneaking under his shirt and along the rim of his pants.

“Nope.” Trick countered, although he couldn’t seem to recall what they were arguing about. He reached up to wrap his arms around Sierus’ neck and his shirt rode up a fraction to reveal a pale sliver of his stomach. Said sliver was exposed more so as Sierus pushed the shirt further up with splayed fingers. His gentle kisses smothered any protests that may have been voiced.

Trick hummed in pleasure as Sierus traced his ribs with lazy fingers. He allowed his knees to be nudged apart and the space created between to be occupied by Sierus’ hips. Manoeuvring to the very edge of the counter to press against his boyfriend, he tightened the muscles of his knees, putting pressure on the sides Sierus’ hips.

Sierus broke the kiss again, resting his forehead against Trick’s, his hands just above the bones of Trick’s hips. “You’re going to completely undo me.” He let out a shaky breath, looking into bemused silver eyes. His voice seemed loud after the extended silence.

Leaning languidly on one hand behind him, Trick tipped his head to one side. “That’s a bad thing?” Lust was a delightful feeling- the way it got under your skin and slowly spread, unrelenting and all consuming, building until it broke itself.

“No,” Sierus muttered, “suppose it isn’t. Unless you see it as a bad thing.”

“Unless I see it as a bad thing?” Trick repeated, frowning, “Why would I see intimacy with you as a bad thing?”

“Well,” Sierus shrugged, evasive and avoiding his eye, “you don’t exactly jump at the chance… to be with me… all the time.”

He wasn’t one to invite lust around often; it was often more trouble than it was worth. It was a lot of effort in return for one moment of release – like Christmas really. All in all, he had come to the conclusion he wasn’t a very sexual person. Also, that fate was cruel to leave him in love with a man whose world revolved around the physical.

Trick sighed, reaching out and wrapping his arms around Sierus, hugging him. “It’s not you.”

“It’s not that’s it’s a big deal or anything,” Sierus mumbled into his shoulder, “I just want to know if I’m doing something wrong.”

“You’re not doing anything wrong.” Trick assured him gently, petting his hair rather like one soothing a worried dog. Even Sierus had his low ego moments.

“If I was?”

“If you were I would slap you.” Trick stated and was relieved to hear Sierus chuckle. “And have you been slapped lately?”

“N-yes. The other day.”

“What? No- when?” Trick had been expecting a no.

“The other day,” Sierus repeated with a slow spreading grin, “Although, even I can admit I deserved it. If you don’t remember, its all for the best. Probably the chloroform I’ve been adding to your Cheerio’s.”

At least he’d abandoned the second-guessing attitude.

“Oh.” Trick said darkly, “Was it in the kitchen? If it’s the same one, you’re right- you did deserve it.”

“The spatula told me to do it.” Sierus shrugged wickedly.

“Moron.” Trick flicked him in the nose. He deliberated on threatening to withhold the romance, but decided Sierus’ ego was still a little fragile. Despite his seemingly endless supply of bravado, Sierus had his weak points- one of them being too many insults thrown out mid-romance.

Sierus held up a ‘just a moment’ finger, listening to something Trick couldn’t hear. “Ah, the spatula sends new orders.”

“Tell the spatula you’ve quit taking orders from it.”

“The spatula is a most excellent boss. I can’t just deny it.”

“Oh no? Does the spatula have pants that could possibly be removed in the near future?”

This shut Sierus up. But it did make his eye twitch ever so slightly. “Fine. I suppose I’ve joined the Union.”

“We have better benefits anyhow.” Trick added, stretching his arms up over his head. Might as well get some stretching in and warm the muscles up; as well as just to tease Sierus. He didn’t much of a chance, before he felt arms wrap around his waist. He was expecting a hug but was lifted clean off the counter.

“I’ll have to explore these ‘benefits’.” Trick could hear the grin in his tone as he clung to Sierus like a frightened cat; his legs wrapped around Sierus’ waist and arms around him in a chokehold.

“Put me down!” Trick yelped, “I can walk, you know.”

Sierus flicked the bathroom lights off on his way out with one hand, the other hand support the irritated Trick. “Oh I know, but it’s so much more fun to watch you freak out. That, and the clinging is sort of nice.”

Trick pushed away to studied him, “You really are horrendously deprived, aren’t you?”

“Yes. And you get to deal with me.”

“Charming. Behave yourself.” He poked a finger against Sierus’ chest.

“Never.” Sierus dropped him onto the bed. Crossing his arms, Sierus grabbed the hem of his own shirt and pulled it up, over his head.

“No rest for the wicked, I suppose.” Propping himself up on his elbows, he watched Sierus toss his shirt into the corner. The bed dipped under Sierus’ weight as he joined Trick.

“Or for those being shagged by the wicked.” Sierus nuzzled the skin he found exposed between shirt and pants.

“Just hold on, you. You haven’t won the Nothing Game just yet.” Trick protested, trying to prevent Sierus from pushing up his shirt. That, and trying to prevent his own eyes from wandering over the contours of muscle and sinew, the shoulder blades of Sierus’ back, the curved line of his spine that ran all the way from his neck down to disappear under his pants.

“Don’t care,” Sierus growled, solving the prevention of his exploration through his own methods- which included simply pinning Trick’s thin wrists over his head with one hand. “I pirate the system. Rules are for the weak.”

“Cheater.” Trick accused, but his scowl was ruined by a ticklish yelp. Sierus, hands preoccupied with restraining his captive, had run a warm tongue over the soft skin above Trick’s hip. “I—Ee, stop that!”

Sierus licked up his side, scraping his lower teeth against the flesh. “No more talking,” He murmured against his ribs, making Trick try and arch his body away. “The only things I want to hear from you are animalistic sounds of carnal pleasure.”

“Well, you might be waiting—haah, s-stop—licking!”

“Prefer sucking?” He drove his point home by sucking some of the soft side flesh into his mouth, marking it. “I could go one better.” He teased. Sierus splayed the long fingers of one hand over Trick’s flat stomach to hold him down and, releasing his wrists, popped the button on his jeans with the other.

“N-ngh.” Trick felt very much as though his brain had gone offline. Funny how the mind could narrow to just one all consuming thought. He threaded his fingers though Sierus’ black hair as their lips met- considerably less gentle than earlier. Sierus’ hips dropped to settled between open knees. The only thing that mattered now was the hard feeling he was matched with as he rolled his hips upward against Sierus’.

“You’re trembling, love.” Sierus murmured in his ear, tracing it with his tongue. Trick gasped, lips parted, as hips ground down into his. His knees squeezed Sierus’ hips, the friction of hard on against hard on driving him into insanity. “Relax, babe, you’re so tense.”

“Just-” Trick let a moan slip between his lips before he could catch it. A few minutes previous it might have been embarrassing, but now it was just another step towards what his impatient body wanted. His hormones scolded him for his celibacy, seemingly catching up for lost time by stirring in a gracious plenty in the way of lust.

“Sorry, didn’t catch that.” Sierus grinned, sliding a hand around the back Trick’s upper thigh and lifting it; stealing the opportunity to wander further up with his hands and to tease with pressure from his hips.

“N-nothing.” Trick wrapped his arms around Sierus’ neck, pulling him down for more kisses. One hand landed, splayed on the bed, supporting Sierus as he granted the request with enthusiasm. Trick could feel the muscles of Sierus’ abdomen tighten as he manoeuvred, hooking a thumb into the belt loops of Trick’s pants and tugging them lower on one side, exposing one thin hipbone that pushed against pale skin. Trick smiled against Sierus’ lips, moving to help him with the task of pants removal; trying to push the pants down but having a little trouble as he was lying down. That, and the fact that Sierus was currently in between his knees.

“Ah, fuck it.” Sierus finally snapped, pushing away, up onto his knees. “If you want someone done right, you had better goddamn do him yourself.” Trick snickered at his motto, but lifted his hips so Sierus could drag the denim down. Tossing the jeans off the bed, he pulled Trick onto his lap.

It was so easy to get carried away- damn the eloquence and just drop to the level of craving and begging shamelessly. Because, God- everything else went up in the flames. One of Sierus’ hands settled on Trick’s lower back, pressing them together. The time for languid kisses and slow exploration had come to end; lidded gazes, messed up hair, moans that bubbled from lips, and kisses to the corners of smiles passed between the two. Bodies crushed into the mattress and blankets were shoved out of the way.

Whatever clothing was left joined the rest on the floor, and then it was just the smooth slide skin against skin; and with the discovery of warm skin- hungry moans. The vague wonder of how it had progressed so quickly floated at the back of his foggy mind, but Trick ignored it in favour demanding it even more quickly. There was no room and no time for second thought, only the obvious- the panting, arching, straining for release obvious.

Like a clock timed, ticking up to the where the hands aligned at the final moment, all the build up broke; into perfection defined by bodies wound so tightly together it was difficult to know where one began and the other ended. The entire world was narrowed to that one vibrant moment of physical and nothing else.

The slowing of heartbeats, relaxing of muscles and cooling of bodies, and the rein in of instinct; the fading come down tailed the climax.

Sierus curled beside Trick, arm slung over him and face nuzzled into the hollow of Trick’s neck. He sighed deeply as Trick played with his dark hair absent-mindedly, turned sideways to face Sierus. The blankets were cold against warm flesh.

The warm breathing ceased against his neck and Trick opened his eyes. Sierus was regarding him, face resting against his propped up arm. “You’re so beautiful.” He murmured, touching Trick’s cheek with the back of his fingers. “So soft.”

Trick scooted closer to his chest, smiling. “You cheated.”

“I didn’t.” Sierus protested, laying back down and pulling him closer. His arm lay over Trick’s waist, tracing patterns on the skin of his back with his fingers.

“You did.” Trick insisted playfully, “I got the last word in.”

Sierus paused, “Hmm. Suppose you did. If you can count mid-moans.”

“You can.” Trick closed his eyes, “but don’t worry, I’ll let it go this time.”

Sierus frowned, “Speaking of time…”

** ** **

Slamming the door behind him, Fox trudged angrily inside. Somehow, a certain pair of someones had forgotten to pick him up at soccer practice. A friend had given him a ride home, but the damage was done- he was grumpy.

He was about make a show of slamming down his school bag and dishing out a liberal round glares at the pair of them, but found the house suspiciously quiet. And then he noticed the counter. The counter had many items on it. None of which belonged in a kitchen.

“Oh my cow!” Fox yelped, dropping his backpack, “What are you guys into?!”