#daithidewildcat

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OH MY GOD IT'S BEEN SO LONG I'M SO SORRY!!!

TwT

Shit's been hectic but I pushed this outta my ass so read it.

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Ship: Nogla × Wildcat • Moo

AU: Business

Setting: /

Genre: Angst/ Comfort • Smut

Fandom: Banana Bus Squad.

Wc: 392

Pairing: Wildcat/Nogla.

Warning: Vampire AU. Swearing. Friendship. Flirting. Arguing. Confession. Sarcasm. Biting. Jealousy. Possessiveness. Not edited.

Notes: I wanted to write this pairing for awhile, but wasn't sure how. So, enjoy. :)

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Nogla was shoved against the wall, grunting in pain at being man-handled in such a way.

"Hey, I don't do that to you," he said, glaring at his companion glowering at him.

"You almost fucked up the entire mission thanks to your pity arguments," said Tyler.

"Pity?" Nogla rolled his eyes. "They were practically drooling over you after finding out you're a vampire. A high-ranking one, not married, with no partner holding you down."

"I don't need one when I have you," Tyler growled, shoving Nogla against the wall again, pressing his hands to Nogla's shoulders, keeping him in place.

"You don't scare me," said Nogla, letting out a laugh.

Tyler leaned in, "Then why's your heart racing?"

"You're kinda cute."

Tyler sighed, letting go of Nogla, "And that's why I'd rather you not fuck this up, your envious pity party won't get us anywhere."

"And them eye-fucking you will?"

"Like I honestly care what they think of me." Tyler stepped back, and Nogla could see in the dim light his eyes were becoming a hazy red. "I already have to make sure they don't kill you out of some kind of jealous favoritism."

"It's the reason why I bothered to come, cause I knew some vampire-obsessed bitch would lick your feet."

"You're not licking my feet!"

"I'm not a vampire-obsessed bitch!"

"What do you call this then, asshole?" Tyler asked.

It was actually quite refreshing to argue after the pent up need to slap some people who stared at Tyler for too long.

"I like you, not your fangs, or you're obvious need to bite the nearest human," said Nogla, pulling at his shirt to reveal his neck, "now hurry up, you're looking a little hungry."

Tyler glared at Nogla, "You're doing this on purpose."

"Of course I am, but it's better to bite someone you know than to give satisfaction to those freaks over there."

Tyler closed in on Nogla, his eyes becoming a darker red, and there was a bit of drool on his bottom lip. "More like your satisfaction, you easy-to-read bitch."

And before Nogla could retort, Tyler bit him on his neck, and they held each other against the wall, for once, not arguing with each other.

Nogla being a horny weeb on Wildcat’s stream.

Terrormoo

- They both get way too into sports, and if Brock wants to rile up his boyfriend he'll talk about the *real* football (which results in Brian ranting for a good 15 minutes)

-Dog couple. They have like, 3 dogs- Brian loves to bring them all with him on his morning runs

-Brian's overtaken most of Brock's side of the closet, and most of the drawers in their dresser too. He has way to many clothes, but Brock can't find it in his heart to tell Brian he buys too much

-Brian swoons when Brock uses his muscles to lift stuff (like that one time Brian dropped his phone under the bed, and ho *boy* did he enjoy the view)

-They're both movie buffs- so date night and movie night are synonymous

-When they get married, Brian is a bridezilla and I will support that headcannon till I die.

-They always go waaaay over the top for Christmas- a tree in the bedroom, one in the living room, one in the guest bedroom; all real ones too, dressed to the nines in ornaments (What? Brock really likes Christmas. He's basically a protagonist in a Hallmark holiday movie)

-Halloween costume go-tos are always Disney. Always.

DDW

-Tyler has to drag Nogla to bed since his sleep schedule is so shit. For the first few months living together, Nogla genuinely couldn't go to bed but then he started enjoying Tyler picking him up like a Disney princess

-Arguments are always passionate, but they always manage to put their shit aside and apologize before bed

-They share clothes, since they're both freakishly tall.

-Kino! Joe! Tony! They're spoiled and 100% of the time it's Nogla whose behind it. One night Tyler came home to find Nogla sleeping on the floor, since all three dogs were taking up the bed (he took many, many photos)

-Coffee dates are Nogla's favorite, even if Tyler always ends up finishing his drink

-They most definitely go to the drive in's and makeout the whole time instead of y'know, watching the movie

-Tyler is NOT jealous that Wilddad and Wildmom give Nogla more attention when he's over, no sir. Not jealous at all.

kinds of kisses

daithi de wildcat drabble19. drunk kisses that are messy and giggly and silly but simply happy and loving

a/n; ok i really enjoyed this one.

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Tyler was genuinely surprised that they managed to get into their room and lock the door behind them with how drunk they both were. Also the fact that Daithi didn’t seem to want to leave him for a second made it difficult to jam the key in the door and get it open. 

Still, because Tyler’s amazing, he got it done without even shoving Daithi off him. Not that he ever would, even with how much he threatened it. 

The second their bags were on the ground, the drunk Irishman was dragging Tyler gleefully to the bed, shoving him down and flopping on top of him. The pleasant hum was almost dog-like and Tyler couldn’t resist scratching his head for good measure. 

“You’re a nuisance,” he told the man, with a yawn. 

Daithi began spotting kissed up his chest, making it to his neck and pressing his warm face against the cool skin. “I love ye,” he mumbled, but it came out sounding more like “lub” than “love”. 

Tyler rolled his eyes and bit his tongue. “You’re heavy,” he returned, and Daithi laughed against his throat before dragging himself up above his boyfriend. 

“I love ye,” he said again, meeting Tyler’s eyes and smacking both hands against his cheeks. “And ye love me!” he proclaimed, before dropping down and slapping a kiss to Tyler’s mouth. 

Tyler kissed back. Because even if he acted like he was sick of Daithi, he wasn’t. He hardly ever was. Even if he acted like he didn’t want to kiss the Irishman, he did and he would always kiss him back. 

“I love you,” Daithi tried to say into Tyler’s mouth, breaking away to snort in laughter as Tyler closed his eyes and sighed. He couldn’t hide his wide smile at his lover’s idiocy. He caught him by the cheek and brought him back down into a kiss. 

A peck. Then another. Then a kiss with Daithi’s tongue snaking into his mouth and licking at his. 

“You’re drunk,” Tyler told him as he pushed the man up. 

“I’m in love,” Daithi declared as a counter, flopping back down on Tyler’s chest and nuzzling into his neck. “Wit’ youuu,” he sung, voice wobbling. 

Tyler stared up at the ceiling, watching it spin as he rubbed his boyfriend’s back. 

“You’re dumb.” 

“I love ye!” 

“You’re crazy.” 

“I looove youuuu.” 

“You’re absolutely mad.” 

“I love you.”

It was exhilarating.

The Pain. The pleasure. Him. It was all too much for David to take in at once, so he focuses on the body he clings to, and the pleasure that body brought him. In his right ear he hears the almost desperate grunts of Tyler, in his left the squeaking of the bed that rocked along with Tyler's hard trusts deep within him. Through a hazed mind he tries to piece together how he managed to get himself into a situation like this one. It was more than likely one too many to drink, thanks to the buzz that he felt going through him still. It was almost comical, he thinks, that after making all of these jokes towards Tyler and the rest of his friends on how gay they were, here he was pinned under another man's body. Wildcat's body. His friend for nearly five years and counting who will more than likely hate him the next day. He would worry about that when he crosses that threshold.

He feels Tyler pull back and their skin slowly peels from on another. His breath reeks of alcohol, mostly bourbon, but alcohol nonetheless. Calloused hands glides over pale and sticky skin, Tyler's thumbs just resting on David's erect, pink buds. Tyler learned quickly that it was the second most sensitive part of David's body, that it was the second best way to get a loud moan from the man writhing under him. And he teases David, pinching his nipples between his thumb and index finger, giving them a little tug and a hard flick and David arches from off the bed, a loud moan escaping him. A smirk tugs at his lips. He does it again, and he's sure that David was going to break at any second.

"Tyler, please," came his desperate moan, grabbing onto Tyler's wrists to stop his actions, and he does. Another thrust inside makes an almost sickening squishing noise. The juices from Nogla's vagina seeps past Tyler's cock, and it sticks to their thighs. Without warning, Tyler's hand finds its way to David's slick clitoris. The hormones rushing through him, gripping him in a vice like grip, the pleasure of it all has his head jerking from side to side. His clit gives a painful jerk and he doesn't have to time to make another sound as he reaches his breaking point, and he finds himself jerking, struggling for air as an orgasm takes hold. He clings to Tyler tight, whispering curses over and over again like a broken record. His orgasm lasts much longer than what he's used to. Waves of pleasure still coursing through him as rides out the rest of his earth-quaking orgasm. Tyler struggles with his own thrusts as Nogla clenches around him, the grin never leaving his face, and his own cock twitches painfully hard at the sight of David's orgasming form.

His hands finds his hips, and in one swift motion he pulls David from off his back and off the bed. Cold wall was all David felt, yet he couldn't care as Tyler pounds him against the wall, tongue licking his lips and his stomach rubbing against his clit. His first orgasm depletes, another follows soon after. Without warning his head bangs against the wall behind him, back arching and shoulders thrown back and a desperate sob escapes him, eyes rolling into the back of his head and Tyler doesn't stop. Nails digging into the skin of his ass as Tyler is making an attempt o reach his own climax, hot breath in his face this time and the smell of alcohol is much stronger this time. Finally, orgasm hits and David is pinned harder against the wall, Tyler steadying himself as he rides out his orgasm. Face buried in the crook of his neck David allows it. Tyler let's him down soon after, there he's on the floor with him, cradling David as his head swims dizzily. David manages to wrap hi long and thin limbs around him again, his eyes droop with fatigue and bliss. He was sober enough to know what had just happened, and how amazing it was. How amazing Tyler was, and how much shit he was going to get if anyone found out.

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The car ride was a silent one. Awkward and thick with tension. Not even a mutual taste in the certain songs that pop up on the radio couldn’t possibly diffuse the tension, even if only a little. Nogla found himself pressed against the side of the door the entire ride to Craig’s house, the world outside being the thing of interest to him, if only to keep his gaze away from Tyler. He was tired. Hungover from all the alcohol he consumed the day before, and was still trying to wrap his head around what had happened between he and wildcat. Of course, if anyone had witnessed it two and two could have easily been put together. They had sex. Complete, consensual, drunken sex. What he didn’t understand was the events that led up to that passionate night. At the moment it doesn’t matter.

He spared Tyler a passing glance. He looked just as wrecked as David, hunched over his steering wheel as if Nogla was going to jump him. And david understood. It wasn’t an everyday thing that a guy gets drunk with one of his closest friends and then proceeds to fuck him. A transgendered friend, nonetheless.

David turns his gaze back out towards the window, where the rain pelts against the cool glass. The sky was covered in thick grey clouds, mocking his emotions that he hid deep within him. He felt guilty, confused, angry with himself more than anybody else. Depressed. What had made him feel worse about himself was that he felt no regret. He felt no regret whatsoever that he cheated on Jaclyn, and he doesn’t feel regret that Tyler cheated on his girlfriend for someone like him. There is so much to be said between them, and if anyone would be staring at them they would be able to see it too.

“Don’t fucking touch me when we get to Mini’s.” Four hours into the drive and Wildcat was finally the first to speak up.

“What?” The sentence was so sudden that Nogla didn’t quite catch what he had said.

“Don’t touch me when we get to Mini’s place.” He repeats. Nogla only nods his head in response. It was more than likely for the best, though it hurt him a little, seeing Tyler treat him as if he had raped him.

”I didn’t rape you, you know…” David said, more out loud than in his mind. To his left he heard Tyler chuckle a humorless chuckle. “Fucking felt like you did. No straight guy with common sense would ever fuck his best friend. How could you let me do that to you?”

David looks over again to see wildcat shooting him a glare so harsh it made him unconsciously press against the door even more.. “I was just as drunk as you were… I don’t remember what happened that led up ta… Ya know…”

“God fucking dammit dude… What am I supposed to say to my girlfriend? What are you gonna say to yours? You gonna tell her you cheated on her with me? Because I’m certainly not gonna tell mine.” Tyler runs a shaky hand through his hair, and huffs out a long and trembling sigh. “I just wanna forget dude… You don’t understand how fucking gross I feel right now.”

The comment stung a lot more than it should have, but Nogla just brushed it aside. He always did when anybody said something insensitive to him. In the end he doesn’t say anything, his eyes are glued back to the moving world around him, feeling homesick already. There wasn’t anything he could say to Tyler. An apology wouldn’t immediately fix the rift that was beginning to divide them, and no words would be able to convince Tyler that it was going to be okay. Because it wasn’t. And he would be lying to himself if he would ever say it was.

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