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For the Rainbow challenge.~
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Still deciding if I want them to be random characters each chapter or focus on a specific two. Here goes nothing.

CHAPTERS
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Red
Orange
Yellow
Green
Blue
Purple
Pink

Crimson
Aqua
Emerald
Mint
Juniper
Periwinkle
Lavender
Violet
Turquoise

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RED

"You Can't Win With Me. No Matter How Hard You Try."

Word Count: 1951 words
Starring: Simon Abera & Jonathan Rodriguez
Tags: OverAnAshtray, Over, Ashtray, Simon, Abera, Rod, Ginger

It's the exact meaning of what he is. A wicked smirk one second, a scowl the next. Black finger-less gloved digits stroke on either side of a well toned chin and around a red goatee. He was everything he loved and everything someone else dreaded the existence of. Jonathan Rodriguez. Otherwise known as the leader of a bike gang named Rod's Racers. A born leader and yet one person was slowly becoming his weakness.

"Simon Abera."

The name rolled off his tongue with a thick Italian accent. He strode over towards the taller man who towered at a lanky six foot three. This didn't bother the stocky built red headed greaser. In fact, he dared the challenge. Arms crossed behind his back, black leather jacket stretching barely enough to accommodate the pose. The off white scarf dangled from his neck while black sunglasses were adorned on the bridge of his forehead. The two were all alone in the ginger's rather nicely sized abode. Did he need all this space for one person? Two bedrooms, three bath, large spacious living room and medium sized kitchen with an island donning its center. There was a sliding double door that opened into a backyard with a swimming pool.

But eyes were fixated on the blonde man standing awkwardly before Rod. A glare was prevalent on the red head's features, scrunching up in distaste. " I see you took your time to accept my offer. No sooner after I dealt with our little problem."

Simon cringed, holding balled up fists in anger. "Problem?! He wasn't a problem, you are!"

Then Rod's blood began to boil, though he offered a slight grin while leaning with one arm onto the island as Simon stood between the kitchen and living room. A level head was all he needed to drive the other man further. The distress was amusing to say the least. Brown eyes glanced towards a clock on the wall near the sliding doors that led to the backyard. He merely nodded in disinterest.

"Are you even listening to me?! I'm finally here where you want me and all you're doing is standing there like an idiot!" The blonde's blue eyes narrowed, footsteps closing in on the red head.

"Oh, I'm listening. But remember Blondy, this isn't about you. It's about me. And how you belong to Rod Racer's now." The ginger teased further.

It was the straw that broke the camel's back, Simon rearing back an arm only to swing it towards the shorter greaser. The red head ducked easily, kneeing the blonde in the gut as he doubled over in searing pain. A cold brown gaze met the blonde, there was a glimmer of something. Amusement?

"I do love a good fight, you could use some breaking in couldn't you Simon?"

What the hell did he mean by that?! Simon wasn't about to give in so easily, even if he was already regretting trying to fight the shorter greaser. Licking his dry lips in thought he stood there still doubled over. Rod raised a curious brow.

"Have you given up already?" His voice dripped like honey, all too pleased to have the blonde in submission so early on. How wrong and surprised Rod was when Simon jumped up, his green poncho swaying behind him as he headbutted the other man and shoved him to the tiled kitchen floor. With the wind knocked out of him and the Blonde straddling him, dazed brown eyes blinked up at Simon. "Color me... surprised." Rod finally managed to choke out in a winded tone.

"I'm only here cause you threatened to kill him if I didn't!" The blonde screeched, pulling another arm back and swinging it as it made contact with tanned flesh.

Rod took the hit easily, not even phased by the fact the man above him had punched him in the face. To be honest, it had barely hurt and he was done playing games. All the red head could see now was red.

Ripping his arms from underneath Simon, Rodriguez pulled them up to shove the blonde back this time. Knocking the taller man towards the living room with great force. He stood up and took fierce steps towards him, towering over Simon as he began to sit up only to have Rod pull him up by the loose collar of his white undershirt hidden beneath the green poncho.

"You really like trying my patience don't you?" His own fist came up, a fist covered in black leather from the knuckles up that were studded with small spikes. Spikes that could really leave a mark or five.

A piercing blue gaze glared back towards him. "You don't have the guts to hurt me." Simon bluffed.

The ginger's fist swung, stopping only an inch away from the blonde's face. Simon cried out and flinched as he prepared for the impact that he soon realized... never came. Had he called him out correctly? No sooner, Rod took his other fist to grope the fabric with his other hand to pull the blonde up and shove him onto the leather sofa behind them. "Don't mock me. I can't harm the only thing you have going for you, see."

Simon blinked in confusion, adjusting to sit up slightly. This man made no sense, even less sense than he did before. What was he scheming?

There was that rather annoying smirk from the red headed man again. What was he playing at? Why did he want the blonde to be a part of his gang only to shove him around his house and poke fun at him. Why was Simon there? Then something rather unexpected happened. The ginger came close and leaned over Simon.

Only to pull his poncho and undershirt over his head.

Now blushing profusely, Simon shouted in surprise, kicking Rod where the sun decided it wouldn't shine that day. This earned a pained grunt from the greaser as he buckled onto the ground with the articles of clothing gripped tightly in his fists. It took a bit of clumsy footing, but Rod was soon back on his feet in an awkward fashion from the low blow.

"Th-that's what you get..." Simon blinked and covered his scrawny upper body with his hands protectively.

"damnit Blondy I was merely checking something." Rod finally admitted.

"What?! How I look naked?!"

"Calm down." The red head tossed the clothing randomly on the floor and shook his head, coming close again but keeping his lower body distanced in case Simon lashed out again.

The blonde flinched, bringing hands up to hide his face as Rod smirked an inch away from his wall of hands.

"You really are a virgin aren't you?" His breath was hot on Simon's palms, the smell sweet like chocolate.

Peering up at Rod with one blue eye, Simon reluctantly nodded and feared what the other man may do next. Which was nothing like he expected. Next thing the blonde knew he was being dragged by a wrist towards the other man's master bedroom. The statement rolling off his tongue alarming him.

"We'll just have to fix that then won't we?"

The blonde felt his lungs implode in on themselves as he began to hyperventilate. Do that?! Right here?! Right now?! The red head grinned wickedly, pulling Simon in front of him only to shove him again. This time he landed on soft satin sheets. The blonde gripped at them, testing the fabric between his fingers. Part of it was mainly because of his anxiety peaking. Blue eyes darted back to search the room for said red head, only to find him missing.

"Looking for something?"

Simon whipped his head around with wide eyes, a tie and white pants slapping him in the face quite suddenly. He pulled them from his face quizzically. Shouldn't he be tearing clothes off of him, not putting them on?

"Try those on, I think I got the right size." Rod sounded so casual now. It really made Simon's head spin. What. Was. Going. On.

Hesitantly, the blonde started to undo his white studded belt only to blink in realization. "Oh no you don't! I'm not doing that! You're just trying to make me take the rest of my clothes off myself!" It was an accusation the ginger laughed at as he brought the rest of the outfit out from the walk in closet.

"Oh please. Don't you think if I really wanted you right now I would have forced myself onto you by now? Hmm?" The red head had a point, he had proven stronger and smarter than Simon so far. But why wait and hold off. He thought Rod always flirted and teased cause he was impatient. Surely when he got his hands on the blonde it meant for keeps and to steal his first time?

"If you don't hurry up and change into those clothes maybe I'll have to undress you myself." Simon heard the greaser add, the blonde sat up quickly and bit his lower lip in discomfort. He stripped down to his boxers, trying as quickly as possible to hide his body under the new clothes.

Rod held back a chuckle, crossing his arms in front of himself as he watched the blonde struggle helplessly. It was a show if he'd ever seen one and quite the rewarding one for trying to be patient with Simon. When the taller man had finished, the ginger was impressed. "They look fantastic on you.~" He chimed in, circling the blonde and admiring his work.

"I... the pants feel kinda tight." The blonde turned to try and look at his own backside. "D-does this have a-a skirt?!"

"It's the style, they're supposed to be tight, see." Rod smirked, holding back an urge to do anything to the unsuspecting man standing in his bedroom. A loaded question was sent Simon's way. "Do you like them? I picked them out just for you.~"

Simon knew there could only be one possible answer to that particular question if he didn't want consequences. Swallowing hard, the blonde nodded slowly and replied. "Y-yeah. They're gr-great."

Even though Simon didn't sound thrilled as Rod would have liked about the new outfit, he decided not to think too much into it. The red head scratched under his chin. "Cool."

Cool?! That's all he had to say in reply?! Red, boiling with seething held back anger. The blonde took a deep breath. Whatever, it was fine as long as that was all he asked of him for the time being.

"By the way, Simon."

Here it comes.

"Cook me something tomorrow for lunch. Bring the ingredients here, you can use my kitchen." Rod smirked lazily, walking into the living room as Simon followed behind.

Not a completely odd request Simon supposed. But how did he know the blonde could cook?

"I'll expect you here at noon sharp tomorrow."

"But, I--"

"No buts about it!" The ginger snarled in anger, opening the front door for Simon. The blonde wasn't quite sure what he was plotting now.

As Simon walked out of the doorway, he soon heard the slam of the wood against the frame of the door. Blue eyes widened in surprise. His clothing was still in the other man's house and he didn't get to explain himself! How could he show up when he had work later that night?! Rodriguez obviously didn't understand the hours of a bartender. He hoped the red head would be lenient if he wasn't completely coherent come the next afternoon.

Right now, said blonde was just happy to still be wearing pants after his first house visit with Jonathan Rodriugez.

That was good enough for him.

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