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It takes a lot to deal with someone as hyperactive as Subaru Natsuki. He was reckless, difficult to stifle and crude. He starts fires in public just to feel something and revels in the screams of terror. One day, his quasi spirit flitted towards him. The two had been practically inseparable since they created their contract and frequently spent time together.
“It’s not like I actually like hanging out with you so much,” Subaru says, eyes dead and glassy.
“I just don’t wanna spend too much time with Goose. I think his weird obsession with the Witch is gonna make my brain tremble.”
His quasi spirit blinked and traced a line in the air excitedly.
“I dunno. I wanna at least leave some people alive to build more towns to burn. You know we’re running out of local areas to terrorize, right? Are you actually losing it, hm…?”
The sin archbishop flicked at the spirit playfully, laughing obnoxiously as he stood up.
“Y’know what, I’ve been way too stressed. I’ll do something big. Only come when I call, got it?”
The little light in his palm grew a lot brighter and spun.
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The Capital was always bustling and noisy; too much for Reinhard’s tastes. The only thing the crowd really does is make him feel anxious. It feels as if eyes were following him everywhere he went and all he has to do is act nonchalant as if it doesn’t bother him. Today was especially difficult as he tried desperately to keep his Sword Saint facade. If that mask cracked and fell away, all he’d do is let people down.
Reinhard strolled through the town as if it didn’t bother him, his day off always felt like a day of work anyways. He was about 90% sure that quite a few guards slacked off when they knew he was patrolling. He doesn’t mind too much, really. If he spent his day off at home, what would he return to?
Nothing, that’s what. Just a cold and empty estate.
Perhaps that’s why the knight rounds a familiar corner and steps into a familiar alleyway.
This was the only place he really felt “home”. He sat himself on the stone steps. He’s aware that this was unhealthy, he’s sure his only two friends would say the same. It doesn’t feel right to believe them. They know fully well he can handle himself, after all.
He just wants to lean on someone for once. Just once...
...And once again, the Sword Saint lets the arms behind him cross around his neck.
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“Soooo, did you miss me?”
“Hardly.” Reinhard smiles a genuine smile for the first time this week.
Enter Subaru Natsuki, his one and only stress relief. At least that’s what Subaru called himself, anyways. It wasn’t as if he were lying. When together, they can’t bear to be apart the same way they can’t bear the other’s existence.
“Awww…” Subaru unclasps his arms around the knight and gives a fake pout. He kneels in front of Reinhard prettily.
“Seriously, Rein-Rein. You’re a goddamn menace. I might as well just take you back to the Witch Cult and let everyone go to town.”
His voice lowers to a slight mutter.
“Capella would love, love, love you.”
“Hm. I can’t say the concept of such a fantasy of yours isn’t intriguing, however… I do believe you were the one who arrived here before me.”
“Don’t get the wrong idea, asshole. I fucking hate your guts.”
“I know that well, Pride. Yet, despite the harsh words we trade, we still come back to this very same alleyway.”
The archbishop giggles in a way that would make puppies whine and flowers wilt.
It only makes Reinhard see some sort of beauty.
“One day, one of your beloved citizens is gonna walk into this alleyway and see their savior getting all hot and bothered over the fucking Sin Archbishop of Pride. You’re gonna be ruined. I can’t believe you haven’t even realized th--ghk!”
Subaru cuts himself off with a gasp, eyes growing lidded. Instead of being on his knees in front of Reinhard, he’s against the wall again. He breathes, preparing a quip.
“Finally lost your temper, eh? Come on, mister Sword Saint! You gonna vaporize me?”
The Sword Saint’s grip on his neck tightened a fraction. Those blue eyes of his flashed dangerously, his face a few inches away from the archbishop’s.
“Tread carefully.”
“Had a bad day, huh? Oh, I totally understand. You must love fucking the brains out of the first person you meet, sin archbishop or not. But, but, but! You still. Fucking. Hate. Yourself!”
Borderline hysterical laughter interrupts the cultist’s rant every few words. He kicks futilely at Reinhard. That was the final straw. Anger overwhelmed the Sword Saint’s senses as he finally pushed down on the other man’s windpipe.
Subaru couldn’t hold back his slight choked noise of excitement.
“I’d much rather be done with you, Sin Archbishop. I could almost spit in disgust. Almost. You know there’s no winning this. Did you think you knew everything about me?”
Reinhard’s voice dropped lower as he responded to Subaru’s rant, hating the way those big brown eyes stared with dilated pupils. He finally decided to release his hold on the archbishop’s neck after a few more seconds of heated staring.
There was an air of impatience between the two men now. The knight undid his belt and unzipped the front of his pants, revealing his length. Finally bowing down to said tension, Reinhard placed a hand on Subaru’s head before pressing him down to his knees once again. He smiles down at the black-haired man condescendingly.
“Why don’t you make your mouth do something less blasphemous for once, Pride?”
Without another word, the sin archbishop gives a devilish smile and trails a single finger up the knight’s length before finally mouthing at the tip.
The sword saint gave a visible shudder, a gloved hand twitching before finding its place in Subaru’s hair. When the black strands of hair were suddenly pulled on, Subaru let out a groan at the pain before he was pulled back down to meet the base of Reinhard’s erection.
He barely processed this as the sword saint pulled him away and forward once again. The knight was barely showing any trace of the chivalrous act he displayed to the public.
‘It’s sickening,’ The sin archbishop grouses mentally as he feels the grip on his hair tighten.
Regardless, he looked up, meeting eyes with Reinhard. That seemed to be the last straw for the knight, gripping harder onto Subaru’s hair and thrusting roughly into his throat.
“Look at you. You call yourself the Sin Archbishop of Pride, yet you act humiliated.”
Subaru narrowed his eyes and relaxed his throat, satisfied with sitting back and letting the annoyingly perfect man use him. The urge to let the sword saint’s dick graze his teeth was strong. Instead, Subaru played nice.
“Subaru… Subaru…!” Reinhard groaned, low and gravelly. He pressed in one last time before-
Subaru felt Reinhard’s member convulse in pleasure, releasing into his mouth.
He panted, small whines escaping his lips as Reinhard pulled out. He then stood up weakly to lunge forward and give the knight a peice of his mind. The moment he stood up, he barely registered a blur of white and purple until there was an impact with his stomach.
The archbishop spluttered and coughed, landing on his back as he clutched his abdomen.
“You just love holding back, don’t you?”
“You and I both know that I’d break you before you could come up with a quip.”
There was a slight clicking noise, a noise Subaru surmised came from his spine. The Sword Saint had him pinned to the stone bricks in the ground, holding his wrists above his head.
“So, instead of the usual act… Let me ask you this.”
A surge of confidence graces the knight as he cups his archnemesis’ chin.
“…Do you want to do this the hard way?”
A challenging smile blooms on the archbishop’s face.
“The only way we’re going is the way I’ll be taking you to Hell.”
Reinhard heard enough. The hand cupping the Subaru’s chin trailed down teasingly and slowly, all the way down to his dress pants. The teasing movement became harsh just as quickly as it grew gentle, the harsh movement turning grazing fingertips to primal scratching.
When the pants were finally removed from Subaru, Reinhard fully noted his favorite part of their… ‘sessions’.
Subaru Natsuki, Sin Archbishop of Pride, was a beauty. His rare black hair was mussed, eyes blown wide with arousal and playfulness. He was panting open-mouthed, skin scarred from what were, no doubt, fierce battles.
The urge to change that hit Reinhard, compelling him to lean forward, latching onto the archbishop’s neck. The knight received an almost aggressive whine before feeling Subaru beat his fist against his back lightly. He licked and sucked at his collarbone in response to the little noise.
When Subaru finally pushed Reinhard away, his chest was covered in marks, purples and reds blossoming prettily on his skin.
“Bastard.” Subaru uttered before yanking the sword saint toward him. He had sat himself upright.
Their lips collided messily, yet they still were able to gain control after a few seconds.
This wasn’t something out of passion. This was out of raw hatred.
The sin archbishop bites, hard. Reinhard presses forward more assertively. By the time the pair pull away from each other, they’re gasping for air. They didn’t even have to speak to each other to know what comes next. It was almost a formality. Subaru had mentioned how much he hates Reinhard’s charming and princely voice before.
Only giving a single heated glance, the sword saint pushes the other man down to the ground on his stomach once again. Within seconds, he’s blanketing the smaller body, almost shoving himself in without any preparation.
“And they say chivalry is dead,” the cultist grimaces.
“It would not make this a pleasurable experience for you.”
“You’re finally worried for me? Jeez, I thought that knightly goody-two-shoes act would never get through for me.”
“I’m not taking you dry, Sin Archbishop.”
Reinhard pressed into Subaru’s opening without so much as a terse response to Subaru’s griping. The man’s hands instinctively clamp his mouth shut, elbows beginning to grow sore.
“How are you feeling now, Subaru?” Reinhard smirks.
“I feel like you’re a worthless shithead, is that what you wanna hear?” The cultist grouses after he barely lifts his palms from over his mouth.
“I’ll tell you what I feel is worthless.”
The knight grunts, thrusting in sharp movements. He earned a loud moan from the man beneath him. Fingers clawed at the ground in a useless attempt to ground Subaru. It only got even more difficult when gloved hands took his wrist and pinned one of his arms down.
“Fuck- Ah, f-fuck you,” Subaru groans, legs spreading instinctively.
“You’re the one person I hate more than anything,” Reinhard says. “I hate you as much as I hate myself.”
“Ah- Shit- Fuck! Reinhard!…”
Subaru used his free hand to beat his fist against the stone brick floor, attempting to ground himself once again. The other hand is gripped tighter by the sword saint.
“I hate you, I hate you! G-go- ah!- to Hell and burn!” Subaru pants. Despite his words, the slight whimpers and moans indicate he was falling to his pleasure rather quickly.
“I hate you, fuck you, I hate you, f-fuck! Shit, that’s good!”
“One day, I’ll destroy you. I’ll ruin every evil deed you’ve ever sought to immortalize.”
“I’d like- to see- you try!”
Feeling some sort of twisting in his gut, Subaru pushes Reinhard back a little once again and rolls over, legs parting. The sword saint immediately understands and he’s over the Sin Archbishop, practically eating out of his palm.
With another harsh shove, Reinhard is moving quicker. He presses against a certain spot that the two know makes Subaru spill. He’s drinking in the lewd moans and whimpers that spill from the cultist’s lips.
He noticed the signs of Subaru growing close. Those brown eyes roll back, his moans growing louder as he insistently presses back against Reinhard’s member.
“Rein-Rein, ah!- Sword Saint, I…!”
“Subaru…!”
“I hate you! I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!” Subaru screams. His voice is hoarse.
“I hate how well you fuck me, I hate how good this feels, I hate how good YOU feel, god- just- only you, only you! You make me this way, you make me want to gouge my eyes out, You fucking bastard, you- ah! Reinhard!”
With a hysterical yet absolutely filthy shout, Subaru comes. He rocks his hips against Reinhard, still moaning and whining, biting his lip. The sword saint leans in to nibble at his ear.
“You’ll be going to Hell alone,” Reinhard says in a low voice.
“My- ghh… H-Hell is anywhere with- Ah-! with you,” Subaru grunts, pressing back again and-
It’s over. Time stops for the two as they topple over, close yet so far in so many ways. Subaru is whimpering incoherently while Reinhard processes everything that’s happened.
He pretends not to know about how the movement of the Sin Archbishop of Pride’s hand lightly drags a dagger down his back.
He thinks of plunging his sword deep into Subaru Natsuki’s hickey-covered chest.
When the Sword Saint turns to face the Sin Archbishop of Pride, the two collide once again like north pole magnets, like oil and water—
They taste it on the other’s tongue;
The metallic taste of blood.