'First' Drabble Series - #9
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Their first fight... in the literal meaning of the word.
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#9 First Fight
Jin didn't even had the time to blink before he found himself lying on the floor, his back hitting the concrete so hard that suddenly it was difficult to breathe.
“You bitch,” Jin growled and turned around, tackling the other form to the floor, pinning his arms above his head. Looking at the muscles Kame had managed to grow lately, he decided to act quickly, before it would happen the other way around.
Kame widened his eyes, looking up, panting. “What did you just say?”
“You heard me,” Jin smirked at seeing the younger man's flushed face and leaning closer he said it again, putting an unnecessary emphasis on the word. “Bitch.”
Kame narrowed his eyes and pursed his lips then suddenly tugged on his arms which resulted in Jin sliding down, getting even closer. He could feel the older man gasp at the closeness as their lips almost met by the movement. Kame grinned and slowly lifted up his head, inching closer to Jin's neck and trailed his nose on the soft skin before Jin's high pitched shriek filled the room.
The next moment, Kame was already on his feet, waiting for Jin to recover and pushing himself up, standing in front of him with a pained expression on his face, his palm pressed to his neck.
“You fucking bit me!” he screamed, getting on his feet, somehow finding his balance.
“After calling me a bitch? I should have punched you instead, so be grateful,” Kame licked his lips, still smirking.
Jin gave a snort at that. “As if.”
Raising an eyebrow, Kame lifted his fists in front of his face, signaling he accepted the challenge, not that Jin looked like he was up for fighting but Kame knew he was too proud to refuse.
The older man looked at Kame for a while, then raised his fists, too, smiling teasingly. “What are you so worked up for, Kousaku?”
“Do I look like I am?”
“Oh yeah, maybe I hurt your feelings with what I said earlier?” Jin inched closer and threw a light punch towards the other man which Kame averted easily.
The younger man laughed out loud. “You have to try harder if you want to hurt my feelings.”
Jin gave him a strange look then just shook his head as if saying 'but I don't want to'.
“I'm just claiming what should be mine. I have the right.”
“No fucking way,” Jin murmured and in the next moment he stumbled backwards as his chin met Kame's fist. It wasn't a hard punch but it was enough to make a bruise and Jin wince.
“Not the face,” the older man growled while Kame only grinned wider.
“Why not? You are going to burst into tears, Miroku?” he teased and aimed another punch which Jin escaped only by a few inches.
“I said not the face,” he whined.
Kame chuckled. “You egoistic bastard. Love yourself that much?”
“Look who's speaking.”
“That's enough,” Kame cried out and Jin found himself lying on the floor for the second time in five minutes, Kame straddling his hips... which he didn't mind that much.
“I said,” Kame panted, letting his dark bangs fall into his face as he glanced at the older man under him. He leaned closer, moving his hips just a little, enough to make Jin bite his lips and take a sharp breath. “That. I. Am. To-”
“Don't even finish that sentence, because you're not,” Jin whispered into the other's face and suddenly turned them around, using both of his arms to pin Kame down. He needed it.
Not having any limbs to use, Jin slid down, not missing the chance to rub as much of his body to Kame's as he could, and hearing the other whimper made it clear it had been a wise choice. Then he leaned down and bit on the hem of Kame's shirt, his chin brushing the other's stomach as he pulled the fabric up with his teeth.
Kame wanted to stop panting but his breathing sped up instead and letting out a muffled curse, he tried to struggle free, ending up cursing louder as Jin's hold tightened even more.
“Give up already,” Jin breathed and licked Kame's exposed skin up to his nipple, but not touching it, knowing exactly what to do to make Kame annoyed.
“Not... fair...” Kame shuddered and tugged on his arms again but Jin gripped his wrist even tighter, making him wince. “Fuck... you... it hurts.”
A smirk spread on Jin's face. “Don't even think of using your acting skills on me now,” he warned his boyfriend, who didn't stop writhing under him.
Groaning lowly, Kame's face twisted in pain. “Fuck you, it really hurts, Jin.”
Watching his boyfriend's eyes getting teary, the smirk froze on Jin's face and he immediately loosened his grip. “Really? Are you... Agh!”
Jin fell back by the sudden impact then he was thrown to the ground, this time facing the floor, Kame's body pressed to his back. He heard the other chuckle into his ear.
“You bastard. That was...”
“Not fair?” Kame laughed then clicked his tongue. “Think of that before you end a fight the way you did.”
The position they had didn't make it easy for Jin to move and it was his turn to curse. “Shit, get off.”
“No. I said that I'm...”
“You're not and it was enough,” Jin murmured before he prepared for pushing himself up from the floor, making Kame land on his butt with a groan.
Before Kame could complain, Jin's hands were all over him and pulled his jeans off with one swift movement, leaving him in his boxers.
“What the...”
“Cut the crap. You talk too much.” Jin moaned out but his supposed-to-be offending tone was nowhere to be found. Instead, his eyes burned up with fire as he roamed his eyes over Kame, up and down, pulling his shirt up, slowly taking in the sight of the fine muscles moving under the tanned skin.
Yes, Kame really became more muscular than ever and even if he acts half-naked in that stupid drama, letting everyone see his body, Jin knew that the sight in front of him now was only his. The Kame with that smile that only he could see, the Kame with the tremors that shook him when Jin soothed his neck and kissed his chest right above his heart, the gaze which was burning with so much lust and love was noone else's but his only.
Jin leaned down and curling his fingers around Kame's nape, he brought his face closer and breathed a soft kiss on his parted lips. And Kame was more than happy to return it, his fingers already unbuttoning the shirt Jin was about to forget by now.
-
They were still lying on the floor, Kame's head on Jin's stomach as the older man was brushing his hair that was tickling his skin.
“I can't believe you bit me. And then you punched me,” Jin voiced out in amusement.
Kame chuckled. “You deserved it,” he said matter-of-factly, shrugging his shoulders. Then he lifted up his head and turned around, resting his chin just above Jin's hipbone. “I told you that I'm..”
“And I told you to forget about it,” Jin cut him off, glancing down.
Kame's smile turned into a mischievous smirk. “Prepare yourself because tomorrow I'm going to top. That's final,” he purred into Jin's naked skin who was trying to keep his calm as Kame's breath brushed over the sensitive spot at his hips.
Damn that brat that he always knew how to make him change his mind and agree with anything he wanted.
Jin groaned and placed his arm to cover his eyes as he was trying to get friendly with the idea of not topping the next day. Damn it.
akame
r for language, humor, drama
Their first fight... in the literal meaning of the word.
Masterpost
#9 First Fight
Jin didn't even had the time to blink before he found himself lying on the floor, his back hitting the concrete so hard that suddenly it was difficult to breathe.
“You bitch,” Jin growled and turned around, tackling the other form to the floor, pinning his arms above his head. Looking at the muscles Kame had managed to grow lately, he decided to act quickly, before it would happen the other way around.
Kame widened his eyes, looking up, panting. “What did you just say?”
“You heard me,” Jin smirked at seeing the younger man's flushed face and leaning closer he said it again, putting an unnecessary emphasis on the word. “Bitch.”
Kame narrowed his eyes and pursed his lips then suddenly tugged on his arms which resulted in Jin sliding down, getting even closer. He could feel the older man gasp at the closeness as their lips almost met by the movement. Kame grinned and slowly lifted up his head, inching closer to Jin's neck and trailed his nose on the soft skin before Jin's high pitched shriek filled the room.
The next moment, Kame was already on his feet, waiting for Jin to recover and pushing himself up, standing in front of him with a pained expression on his face, his palm pressed to his neck.
“You fucking bit me!” he screamed, getting on his feet, somehow finding his balance.
“After calling me a bitch? I should have punched you instead, so be grateful,” Kame licked his lips, still smirking.
Jin gave a snort at that. “As if.”
Raising an eyebrow, Kame lifted his fists in front of his face, signaling he accepted the challenge, not that Jin looked like he was up for fighting but Kame knew he was too proud to refuse.
The older man looked at Kame for a while, then raised his fists, too, smiling teasingly. “What are you so worked up for, Kousaku?”
“Do I look like I am?”
“Oh yeah, maybe I hurt your feelings with what I said earlier?” Jin inched closer and threw a light punch towards the other man which Kame averted easily.
The younger man laughed out loud. “You have to try harder if you want to hurt my feelings.”
Jin gave him a strange look then just shook his head as if saying 'but I don't want to'.
“I'm just claiming what should be mine. I have the right.”
“No fucking way,” Jin murmured and in the next moment he stumbled backwards as his chin met Kame's fist. It wasn't a hard punch but it was enough to make a bruise and Jin wince.
“Not the face,” the older man growled while Kame only grinned wider.
“Why not? You are going to burst into tears, Miroku?” he teased and aimed another punch which Jin escaped only by a few inches.
“I said not the face,” he whined.
Kame chuckled. “You egoistic bastard. Love yourself that much?”
“Look who's speaking.”
“That's enough,” Kame cried out and Jin found himself lying on the floor for the second time in five minutes, Kame straddling his hips... which he didn't mind that much.
“I said,” Kame panted, letting his dark bangs fall into his face as he glanced at the older man under him. He leaned closer, moving his hips just a little, enough to make Jin bite his lips and take a sharp breath. “That. I. Am. To-”
“Don't even finish that sentence, because you're not,” Jin whispered into the other's face and suddenly turned them around, using both of his arms to pin Kame down. He needed it.
Not having any limbs to use, Jin slid down, not missing the chance to rub as much of his body to Kame's as he could, and hearing the other whimper made it clear it had been a wise choice. Then he leaned down and bit on the hem of Kame's shirt, his chin brushing the other's stomach as he pulled the fabric up with his teeth.
Kame wanted to stop panting but his breathing sped up instead and letting out a muffled curse, he tried to struggle free, ending up cursing louder as Jin's hold tightened even more.
“Give up already,” Jin breathed and licked Kame's exposed skin up to his nipple, but not touching it, knowing exactly what to do to make Kame annoyed.
“Not... fair...” Kame shuddered and tugged on his arms again but Jin gripped his wrist even tighter, making him wince. “Fuck... you... it hurts.”
A smirk spread on Jin's face. “Don't even think of using your acting skills on me now,” he warned his boyfriend, who didn't stop writhing under him.
Groaning lowly, Kame's face twisted in pain. “Fuck you, it really hurts, Jin.”
Watching his boyfriend's eyes getting teary, the smirk froze on Jin's face and he immediately loosened his grip. “Really? Are you... Agh!”
Jin fell back by the sudden impact then he was thrown to the ground, this time facing the floor, Kame's body pressed to his back. He heard the other chuckle into his ear.
“You bastard. That was...”
“Not fair?” Kame laughed then clicked his tongue. “Think of that before you end a fight the way you did.”
The position they had didn't make it easy for Jin to move and it was his turn to curse. “Shit, get off.”
“No. I said that I'm...”
“You're not and it was enough,” Jin murmured before he prepared for pushing himself up from the floor, making Kame land on his butt with a groan.
Before Kame could complain, Jin's hands were all over him and pulled his jeans off with one swift movement, leaving him in his boxers.
“What the...”
“Cut the crap. You talk too much.” Jin moaned out but his supposed-to-be offending tone was nowhere to be found. Instead, his eyes burned up with fire as he roamed his eyes over Kame, up and down, pulling his shirt up, slowly taking in the sight of the fine muscles moving under the tanned skin.
Yes, Kame really became more muscular than ever and even if he acts half-naked in that stupid drama, letting everyone see his body, Jin knew that the sight in front of him now was only his. The Kame with that smile that only he could see, the Kame with the tremors that shook him when Jin soothed his neck and kissed his chest right above his heart, the gaze which was burning with so much lust and love was noone else's but his only.
Jin leaned down and curling his fingers around Kame's nape, he brought his face closer and breathed a soft kiss on his parted lips. And Kame was more than happy to return it, his fingers already unbuttoning the shirt Jin was about to forget by now.
-
They were still lying on the floor, Kame's head on Jin's stomach as the older man was brushing his hair that was tickling his skin.
“I can't believe you bit me. And then you punched me,” Jin voiced out in amusement.
Kame chuckled. “You deserved it,” he said matter-of-factly, shrugging his shoulders. Then he lifted up his head and turned around, resting his chin just above Jin's hipbone. “I told you that I'm..”
“And I told you to forget about it,” Jin cut him off, glancing down.
Kame's smile turned into a mischievous smirk. “Prepare yourself because tomorrow I'm going to top. That's final,” he purred into Jin's naked skin who was trying to keep his calm as Kame's breath brushed over the sensitive spot at his hips.
Damn that brat that he always knew how to make him change his mind and agree with anything he wanted.
Jin groaned and placed his arm to cover his eyes as he was trying to get friendly with the idea of not topping the next day. Damn it.