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If his past with gambling has ever taught him anything, it’s to read through people’s facade. That and, sadly with bitter experience, when to give up when it’s still not too late yet. Learning from all the encounters he’d had throughout his entire life, just one look at this mountain of a man before him and he knew they wouldn't get along. He looked over to his rejected hand squatted away like some annoying insect, and here he thought he could give his new colleague a warm welcome.
“That’s a bit rude, isn’t it,” Horangi said, almost to himself more than to König.
“Get your hands off me.”
The other’s voice came out almost tantamount to a grunt, eyes under the sniper hood focusing on him like a gun straining on its target. He should feel intimidated. This is, no matter how he looks at it, a man notorious for once taking down twelve people single handedly. Or at least that’s what the rumours have it. Any sane man would at least be cautious, but he found himself eager to test his strength, to see who would win, and who would yield. They stare at each other like that for a while, assessing, baring fangs and ready to jump.
“Hey! Knock it off!” Another voice blooms between them as they are separated with a push to their chest. They both look over to Declan with an annoyed glare. “Horangi, what's wrong with you today? Is this any way to treat your new colleague?”
“What did I do???”
“And König too, I expected better from you.”
At least König still has the decency to look ashamed when reprimanded, Horangi on the other hand wordlessly tilts his chin up as if wanting to challenge the other’s authority. Declan already knew Horangi was more bluff than charge, but he wasn’t so sure about it this time. The gathering is dismissed sooner than anticipated, Horangi hardly pays attention to anything after that interaction. When he finally reaches his room Horangi can’t help but buckle his knees and sit down as soon as the door is closed. His body vibrates with anticipation just thinking about standing opposite to König in a ring. Surely, the other must have felt the same way.
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The very first second König layed eyes on Horangi, he knew he would hate this man’s guts. He hated the gloved hand that extended towards him for a handshake. He hated the way he could see the other’s eyes crinkle just above his mask. He hates how he had his eyes strained on him the moment he saw that figure resting his back against a nearby wall. Immediately instincts blare in his head that this man will be the death of him one day. It was almost poetic, like love at first sight, but instead of love it's something more twisted, more unhinged, something that reeks of bloodshed and broken bones. He's had his fair share of dealing with bullies, he knows what kind of people they are, and he knows they can be dealt with by a beating or two. But his distaste for Horangi isn't like that, in fact it was the complete opposite. To people who bullies him, he wanted them gone, but to Horangi, he wanted those fights. Fights. Everlasting fights. Fights that only one of them will walk out alive or both dead with a knife in each other's throats. He swatted his hand away almost out of reflex, eyes never waning from the other's face. He watched as Horangi's smiling eyes abruptly turned to unmasked rage.
"Oh…" he thought, "this is fun."
He acted out of instinct and his own desires to rile the other up. The scolding afterwards was well earned, he did feel embarrassed about acting out like that in front of everybody, but it washed away soon when he saw Horangi turning his attention to someone else, to Declan. To say he was irritated was an understatement, he fought every instinct in him to not grab Horangi by his chin and force him to turn back. If he had had it his way they would have jumped at each other and torn off their spine right on the spot. The briefing lasted shortly due to their misbehaviour, but none of the other members matter to him anymore, now that he'd seen Horangi.
"Looks like our tiger's got some competition huh?"
He heard a woman's voice behind his back and the rustling of clothes as he was getting ready to return to his room.
"Tch, shut up." Horangi replied curtly, but she just laughed as she patted him on his shoulder a few more times.
Their voices fade soon as they walk away. He thought about it. Competition? No… More like… an unhealthy obsession. That's the more suitable word.
König soon proves the reputation that exceeded him to be true, an unstoppable mountain size killing machine, quite possibly unbeatable on battlefield and in practice rings. Sparring sessions quickly become boring when one after another surrender before him or just avoid meeting him in the rings completely. But he hasn't had the opportunity to go against Horangi just yet. The chief seems to have been informed about the situation between Horangi and him, they were always assigned missions separately or never on base at the same time. He saw Horangi from time to time, but not long enough for any of those meetings to mean anything.
It wasn't until a few months later did he have the chance to finally have Horangi here right in front of him in the ring. A few others were also there but he couldn't care less about them. He was boiling with anticipation, hands continuously balling into fist and letting go as he tried not to show too obviously he was shaking from excitement.
"Well well," Horangi said softly as he moved past the ring's ropes with ease. He always looks like he's never in a rush to do something a day in his life. "If it isn't our infamous human tank."
König half heartedly wanted to answer, but he thought he didn't want Horangi to know he had been waiting months to get the man in a ring with him like this. His voice would probably shake violently if he opened his mouth.
"You sure you wanna do this tiger?" A woman from beneath the ring cooed at them. Roze, if König's memories were anything to go by. "I mean, even Hutch had a hard time with big guy here, ya know." She didn't sound like she was warning Horangi, not even sounding like she cared if König wiped the floor with him, more like Horangi's intention of brawling with him amuses her.
"Yeah sure, why not?" There it is again, the crinkle of his eyes as he smiles down at Roze. Ah… he really hated that. "Wouldn't hurt to try, right?"
"Pretty sure it does but whatever works for you tiger." Roze laughed.
Horangi… Tiger… It really was a name suited for him. Graceful but deadly. Elegant but fierce. Horangi just needed a few seconds to prove he was worth the wait. If his arm had flown up a few seconds too late that kick would have sent his head flying from his neck by now. He did his best to reposition himself and charged. It's been so long since he could unleash all of him like this, to not hold back knowing the other can take him. And he's sure Horangi felt the same way, if how his eyes strained on him like a predatory beast was anything to go by. The sound of their fight echoed loudly like a shotgun each time they landed a blow on one another. Horangi may have moved slowly and softly outside the ring, but here, with König, he was wild and calculated. Agile and swift on his feet. Strong and precise. Every punch, every kick thrown at him was aimed to take his breath away. Fuck… he'd probably grow addicted like this…
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It wasn't a stalemate. It absolutely wasn't a stalemate. He was so close to having König pinned down before a voice bloom in the practice room calling both him and König. They both stop abruptly, ragged breathing finally catches up to them as they are forced to wring their attention away from each other.
"Declan, what is it?" Horangi asks as he resumes his calm and collected composure. Not until now did he notice the blood soaking up his mask. Surely the bruises are starting to form under as well.
"Mission briefing in ten. Get yourself together and take big boy here with you."
"What?" He thought he heard wrong.
"You're both needed for this one, unfortunately."
Declan then leaves them to it. Shoe soles echoing loudly in the now empty hall. He knows Declan can't see it, but he still sticks his tongue out and gives him a middle finger behind his back as he walks away. It serves no purposes other than to satisfy the ick he had at the time. Without glancing back at König, they both wordlessly collect their things and leave together, shoulder by shoulder all the way to the briefing room.
The base was short on personnels, they had to work with what little resources they got at last minutes for this mission, even if it meant pairing two people who seemingly wanted nothing more than the other dead. They're leaving first thing tomorrow and heading over to South Germany for a rescue mission.
"Are we gonna continue what we left off today?" The first thing he heard as soon as he walked out of the briefing room was König seemingly asking for a rematch.
"This fucking BRAT-"
"Why not," he replied calmly. "Would hate to miss the downfall of a king, no?"
Strong fingers grabbed him by his chin and forced him to turn around, his hand flew up on instinct and crushed down on the other's wrist. At this proximity, with how close they were, he had no choice but to crane his neck to look up. He should feel intimidated, he repeated to himself, but there was not an ounce in his body that felt scared. There was a slight adrenaline rush in his head, but not one out of fear, but out of excitement.
"What is wrong with me?" He thought mindlessly.
Thank god he always has a mask on his face because he knows the stupid grin he has right now is probably embarrassing to look at. He could see König's eyes flickered up and down on him, fingers on his chin tighten some more, before he was shoved abruptly to a nearby wall. If it were any other cheesy drama from his hometown, this would be where they kiss and make out, but the reality of their situation couldn't be further from that. They both know what they want, and what they want is to plunger a knife in each other's windpipe.
"Looking forward to working with you, king." He finishes after a while, eyes crinkle into a smile again.
"Likewise, little tiger." König answered, his voice low and… almost shaky if he wasn't mistaken.
"This is gonna be fun!"
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The mission went smoothly as smoothly can get in their line of work, with hostages rescued and secured safely. It all went by like gushing wind to him, he was all instincts and no coherent thoughts. It was easier like that, he knew what he needed to do and fulfilled his parts accordingly. He was waiting for exfil with a few others, Horangi was there as well.
"Would it be too soon to ask for a rematch right now?" He thought mindlessly, not even caring that he was staring at the man with not an ounce of shame in him. His legs thumping nonstop from anticipation and adrenaline rush after mission.
There were a few rips on Horangi's attire, patches of blood here and there, crimson red slowly soaking up his mask. He was reminded of their first match yesterday, when that same red bloomed below his nose underneath a layer of medical mask. If it had been summer would he have had the pleasure to see blue and purple bloom on his arms and torso? Would his skin be marked easily? He can't wait, oh he just can't wait to find out.
"Why the fuck is exfil taking so long?" König stood up and jogged a few rounds, impatient.
“What’s the matter? Got a wife and kid waiting at base?” Horangi mocked. He could see a bit of his face as he pulled the mask down just enough for him to wipe the blood under his nose.
“No,” he said, slowly turning to Horangi, “just excited for our rematch.”
Words spread fast at the base, in less than a day their “little” fight was already known to most if not all the soldiers. Hard to hide when the sound of their punches and kicks could probably be heard from a mile away, they fought like they wanted nothing more than to rip each other’s vocal cords out. At first everyone was genuinely afraid for Horangi’s sake, knowing the result of taking König head on themselves. But Horangi soon proved he was an equal match to the giant. Despite still being immensely smaller than König like most everyone else, Horangi made up for his lack in size with skills and strategy, which couldn’t be said for others.
“Sir, our ride is here.”
Their intense staring contest was cut short with the announcement. He could hear a faint “tch” from the other as he turned away and readjust his gears. They all settled onto the vehicle. Usually exfil shouldn’t be so late like today. He could sense something was wrong but the idea that he would get to come back soon and fight with Horangi again was clouding his mind.
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There was an explosion during exfil. Because of course there was. The car flipped and crushed down on them like a boulder. Horangi struggled to regain any shred of his sound mind he had left as wobbly arms tried to support himself up. He should have suspected something when exfil took so long to arrive. They’ve been compromised.
“What was I thinking???” he thought bitterly to himself as his mind flashed back to him immediately jumping at König and wedging himself between the other and the fire. He felt König struggling under him, probably back from concussion. There was a beat of silence between them, until he felt hands sliding under his arms and lifting him up a little. Somehow it made him feel like a cat in someone else’s arms.
“Horangi?” he heard König asked, voice a little hoarse.
“Yeah yeah, I’m not dead yet. Fuck off.” He replied dismissively but hasn't been able to find the strength to support himself. Did the fire burn through to his skin yet? Never in his life did he think there’d be a moment when he felt like a damsel in distress. His mind foggy and hazy as he felt himself being lifted up and carried away. There was a faint sound of radio calls being made, maybe a few cuss words in german or two, he couldn’t tell. When he woke up again he was already well treated and lying in the med bay. Doctor has it that he was not to take new missions or do heavy activities for a week and a half. Meaning the rematch was pushed back.
"Fuck…" He cursed out loud as a cigarette was pushed between his lips. Isn’t it just a mild burn? And he was so looking forward to obliterating König in the ring, but he wouldn't have liked it if König was in his place either. The idea that he could be killed by anything other than his own hands irritated him beyond imaginable. If that fucker is going down, he’s going down by HIS hands and his hands alone.
“What the-” The freshly lit up cig in his mouth was yanked away and squashed under someone’s boots. He had to crane his neck up a little to look him in the eye. Speak of the devil.
König didn’t say anything to him, he simply stared at his maskless face like a possessed man. There would probably be questions, but he wasn’t in the mood to answer any of them. Suddenly a hand grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him away. In his normal condition he would have been able to fight back, or at the very least not let himself be caught so easily like that, but he couldn’t do much more than a few words of protest as his legs wobbled behind König. They were led to… a broom closet. König wordlessly shoved him inside before going in himself. There was dim light from outside but it wasn’t enough for him to see anything clearly in here.
“What do you-”
“How’s your injuries?”
“...”
There was a few seconds of silence between them after that. Horangi had a few scenarios running in his head at the possible interactions but none of them were König asking about his back. He contemplated between a sarcastic remark or a genuine honest response.
“Try getting your ass fried, how ‘bout that?”
Sarcastic remark it is.
“You still got fight in you. Good.”
It all happened so fast, one moment they were still staring at each other, the other König had already lifted his hood above his head and trapped them both in confined darkness. He wanted to escape, but there was no room for him to back out before he was almost suffocated in the other’s scent.
“This fucker-”
His curse was swallowed swiftly for as soon as he opened his mouth, König shoved his tongue deep inside, licking and tasting. Hands started to wander their ways around his body, feeling him up through the thin fabric of his autumn shirts and stopped right below his thighs.
“Like hell I’d let you!”
The taste of blood blooms in their mouth. König quickly retreated back, his hood falling from Horangi’s head returning the little light he had in the broom closet. Red dribbled on his lips like a calling, an invite. He holds his stare with König as he spit the blood out and wipe what is left of it off his face.
“So what?” He spats. “You the type to make a move on injured people who just saved your pathetic ass a few days ago?”
“You can’t take me, is that what you’re saying?” König cocked his head to the side as if challenging.
“Fuck you!”
“That’s what I’m doing, yes.”
The corner of his mouth twitched in annoyance, but before he could retort back König was already crowding up in his space, neck craning down as he lowered his face closer to Horangi's.
“What? Scared of a little quickie?”
“Oh…” he thought as he tilted his chin up to meet the other, hand fisted in his sniper hood. “I will beat the shit out of this brat later.”
He shoved the hood up just enough to reciprocate what König did earlier, once again finding the strong metallic taste at the tip of his tongue. Soon enough he found the strength of someone freshly out of the medical bed was no match for that of a beast in heat. He tried to hold his ground as best he could but in the end still had to surrender control to the tongue prodding mercilessly at the back of his mouth. This idiot didn’t hold back on a sick person at all. At one point, as drool started to dribble by the corner of his mouth he had to hit König in the back a few times for that fucker to let him go. As soon as hands were retreated, he found his knees buckling and now it was his turn to cling to König’s arm for balance.
“Fuck…”
“That’s all you got, little tiger?” König asked smugly as he extended his hand to support Horangi on his feet.
Horangi couldn’t find it in himself to retaliate just yet, still feeling lightheaded from the previous assault. Where the fuck did this brat learn to kiss like that? But he didn’t have time to recompose as König moved down his jaw. Insolent hands continued to roam across his body, squeezing his chest through the cloth and then his waist, then his hips. All while leaving what he’s certain are hideous bite marks on his neck. König easily tore open the military standard issued slacks, underneath all the gauze and bandages he could still see something perked up on his chest. He ran his fingers curiously over it, feeling something hard… like metal.
“Ah! Fucking-”
“Piercing? Here? Really?”
“What? Prefer an untouched virgin or something?”
“Are you?”
“Fuck off!”
Their exchange lasted shortly when König resumed abusing his chest again, the metal piercing twisted and turned in his fingers sending all kinds of shivers down Horangi’s spine. He’s… sensitive there… He tried to bite down on his hand to suppress the moans, teeth almost marring through his skin. König was obsessive with every new inch of his body presented before him.
"Wait wait wait- Ah!"
König paid him no mind as he yanked his cargo pants and underwear down to his ankle in one swift pull. Cold autumn air caress over his naked thighs along with… other parts. He shivers slightly in the other's hold. God damn it why was he the only one stripped while this fucker still had all his clothes on? He pulled König down by the collar, voice steady and low.
"Take these off. I refuse to suffer alone here."
"Wanna see the goods that bad? Beg for it."
A quiet "tch" left his mouth as he started to get bold and roam his hand across König's clothes, fingers leisurely unbuttoning his shirt painfully slow. This brat really was blessed with everything, he thought, hands grazing over hard muscle on his chest and abdomen.
"That's it?" asked König.
"What?"
"Just the shirt? I thought we're gonna have fun?"
"One more word and I will rip out your tongue."
"With your teeth?"
"Where's the shy stuttering and silent asshole huh? Care to come over and get this talkative piece of shit out of my face?"
König chuffed out a laugh and hissed as Horangi's hands wandered downward, he swiftly took care of the zipper and pulled the other's cock free.
"Oh. Oh… Oh! "
All coherent thoughts were drained from his head as he wrapped his hand around the dick that was much, much larger than he anticipated. He thought god blessed König with an impressive physique to compensate for something else, but apparently god has favourites. König caught his hand in his and intertwined their fingers as he guided him to touch them both.
“Ah! Wait-”
“No.”
König replied decisively, both hands starting to rub their cocks together. Without a bit of lube all he could feel was the other’s rough and calloused palm against his skin. He didn’t dare to look, one arm coming up and resting across the crown of his head. His muffled moan echoed right beside his ears in the cramped space. Hot breath fogging up his mind as König made a few mean tugs that were a bit too harsh on him. That brat was definitely intentional. A hand reached up and pushed away the forearm covering his eyes, his wrist nailed to the wall beside his head. He looked so dazed like this. Eyes blown wide, pink tinted cheeks, lips still shiny with a bit of red from König’s blood.
“Slut.” König said.
As soon as the words left his mouth, the hand König thought had no other choice but to be pinned by his doing flew out from its designated place and landed a blow directly on his cheeks. He felt his eyes blur for a few seconds before something wet slowly started to trickle down his nose. The tangy metallic taste told him clearly it was blood. A forceful tug at his mask and he was made to look down at Horangi again.
“I will fucking kill you.” Horangi said through gritted teeth.
His words shouldn’t feel so threatening. How scary can a man with his dick in another’s hand be? But he knew better than to take Horangi lightly.
“As will I,” he retorted in his mind as his hand tugged at their cocks again.
And Horangi was pulled out of the moment again, with breath hitched and voice starting to go hoarse. Horangi pushed a hand to his chest then, shoving him away.
“Stop… Enough… I don’t want this anymore. Let me-”
“Fucking hell! Where the fuck is Horangi?”
A woman’s voice suddenly bloomed outside the broom closet together with some rattling sound of her opening the door to the room. The aforementioned person hiding just a few metres away with another man’s dick in his hand immediately tried to cover his mouth. A few seconds later he could feel his phone vibrating in the pocket of his pants which was still hanging around his ankles.
“Fuck!” he whispered.
What are the odds the nurse taking care of him goes HERE of all places and NOW of all time to look for him. He felt hands on him again. That BRAT-
“No! Asshole! Wait wait wait-”
He tried to keep his voice down best he could, but a stifled moan still escaped his lips as König’s hand wandered behind him, grabbing his lower waist hard enough to leave a bruise. He continued to hike one of Horangi’s thighs up around his hips, rendering the poor man in front of him to stand unsteadily on one leg.
“What the fuck are you doing??? Are you out of your mind???”
And to that, he could only see König’s eyes crinkling up behind his sniper hood. A large hand found its way on his ass and squeezed hard enough for him to hiss out in pleasure. König’s fingers were so close to his ass, just a scant centimetres that he knew the other must have been awfully aware of as well. He was too busy paying attention to the nurse still stubbornly trying to call him on the other side of the door to actually put up a worthwhile fight.
"Hey, have you seen Horangi anywhere? He shouldn't be up and running around like this just yet?" He heard the nurse ask someone.
"Horangi? Have you checked his room?" Declan's voice could be heard close to her.
"He's not there. Oh for fuck sake where the hell is he??"
"I'll look for him with you, yeah?" Declan offered.
The nurse must have nodded because he didn't hear a vocal response before they both headed out, leaving with a quiet click of the doors. Horangi didn't have time to sigh out in relief before a lubed finger prodded at his entrance, teasingly pressing up but not yet going in. When the fuck did this brat even find the time to get the lube??? He immediately turned to König, mouth opening and closing but not a word came out before König forcefully shoved one of his fingers inside.
"Ah! No! Stop! St-"
"So vocal…" he cooed beside Horangi's ears. "Are you like this with every other man, huh?"
"Ugh… ah- Fuck… It hurts…"
König was slow with his finger, almost mockingly imitating Horangi's usual calm and collected manners to everything and everyone. One finger turns into two, and then three, as König speeds up with the preparations Horangi's moan starts to turn wanton and uncontrollable. He could feel hot tears slowly forming at the corner of his eyes just waiting to trickle down like the lube in his ass. It was too much, too overwhelming. He felt everything too raw on him, the fingers brushing and rubbing every part inside of him without a care in the world, the leg hiked up on König’s side scratching against the fabric of his cargo pants, the hand on the back of his neck that kept him firmly in place. They're all too much. Yet, not enough at the same time.
"Ah! Argh… ugh wait a minute what are you-" his vision was suddenly invaded by white as he felt König pushed against something in him.
"Here?" König asked, not particularly to him as he nudged his fingers harder on the newly discovered place.
"STOP! Argh-"
Every protest he made only rile the other up, he began to relentlessly push against the sweet spot. Horangi's hand squatted weakly on his shoulders, hardly comparable to a mosquito bite. His quiet hiccups by König’s ears only fuel him further. He abruptly pulled his fingers out and poured the rest of the lube on his cock which had been throbbing and waiting patiently.
"No… König please. I can't- hic- I can't take this anymore…"
"Shhh," he cooed softly to Horangi, lips kissing and sucking under his ears enough to leave a mark. They bloom a beautiful red there, among others running down his jaws and neck. “You’re so strong Horangi. I like that. You can take me like this, yeah?”
His encouraging voice sounded so nice to Horangi, he almost sank in that tenderness until the swollen head of König cock started to press against his hole. He shook his head violently, lips bitten to the point of bleeding, he desperately wanted König to understand he didn’t want any of this. But his plea was only met with König pushing in slowly, his eyes straining on every detail of Horangi’s face, almost drunk on it. Horangi almost choked on his own spit from the stretch. Looking down, he wouldn’t have believed it if it wasn’t right in front of his eyes, König was not even half way in yet Horangi already feels like he was ripped apart.
“Stop…” Horangi squirmed in his hold, “hic- Please… König… Get it out… get it out get it out!”
“If you want me to stop you shouldn’t use that kind of voice,” König whispered to his ears, a bit breathless from pleasure. “Try saying “harder, faster sir, my ass is open just for you”, maybe I’ll be turned off and let you go, what do you say?”
“Fuck off! Ah-”
König intentionally nudged against the spot before on his way in, earning a sweet sweet choked out moan from Horangi. He didn’t realise it, but his entire weight was being supported on König’s hold, his trembling legs barely touching the ground. With a final harsh ram, König finally fully sheathed inside him. A bulge could be seen on his belly. He mindlessly rubbed at the bumped up part on his stomach, hands trembling running across the uneven skin.
“It’s… it’s all inside. I can touch it here…”
König gulped loudly. Does he know what he’s doing?
“You asshole! At least have the courtesy to wear a condom!” Horangi scolded, voice still weak and trembling.
“Yeah, my bad,” König chuffed, kissing his eyes gently through the sniper hood. “Next time, yeah?”
“I will slit your fucking throat!”
The threat sounded so adorable on Horangi’s lips that he had to laugh a little as his hips jerked up into the warmth. His insides are so hot and soft, it engulfs him entirely with enthusiasm, sucking him in every time he pulls back just enough for the tip to remain inside. Fuck… He’ll grow addicted to Horangi all over again like this.
“Horangi… Horangi... So beautiful like this…” König keened, hips stuttering uncontrollably. His eyes narrowed in on Horang’s belly bump rising and falling every time he pushed in recklessly like a mad man. He could keep Horangi forever like this, someone to keep his cock warm and sobbing sweet little pleas in his ears.
Horangi couldn’t keep a grasp on his sanity anymore. With every thrust his mind gets foggier and foggier, with every kiss his arms shake and cling desperately on the other man’s shoulder. And yet through it all, his cock stands tall, leaking and hard despite König’s torturous thrusting in and out. Perhaps there was something wrong with him after all. Is he a masochist?
“König… König…” he called weakly.
“Yeah? I’m here Horangi, hmm? I’m here.”
“Mm…” he hummed, a bit relieved from the comforting voice.
He felt the other’s hips stuttered in him, cock jerking and throbbing against his walls repulsively. He tried to make a last attempt at convincing König to stop this.
“König… please… not inside… I’ll let you do anything… just not inside…”
He sensed König stopped abruptly for a few seconds, but before he could sigh in relief the other's hips started to jerk up against his thighs harder and faster. A switch was flipped and it’s all his doing. König was drunk and dazed as he chased his release. He lifted the hem of the sniper hood and threw it over Horangi’s head before leaning in to taste Horangi once more. His teeth grazed gently over Horangi’s bruised lips, tongue darting out running past the cuts and bites. A few hard thrust later and he stilled his hips against Horangi’s inner thighs, burying deep before releasing everything he had.
Horangi wanted to puke, he felt himself constricting around König’s cock as he came just a short while later, completely untouched. Warm cum started to overflow and leak down his legs. Looking down, he saw red mixed with white. So he really did tear down there. God fucking damn it! No surprises here if he was being honest. With König’s sheer size alone and he himself not having any prior experience in this kind of thing, it was already a miracle he didn’t faint half way through. Horangi was too cocky to admit König was the first one with him and he would bury himself with that truth if he had to. He also severely overestimated König’s decency, not thinking that the bastard would actually go all the way till the end.
“Tch… ugh-” Horangi twitched when he felt König pulling out slowly, he could feel the cum inside just waiting to run down his thighs to join what’s already leaked out from before. He felt König’s lips on his eyes, his cheeks and the corner of his lips, kissing and nibbling lightly. It was so tender he almost felt loved by this man for a second.
"Sorry," König said sheepishly, because of course this fucker choose NOW to be shy about his actions. "It's been a while since I, well..."
A moment of silence between them.
"König," he called, "can I ask, why the fuck did you do this?"
"You did save me," König said, "thought I'd return the favour."
"What the fuck kind of returning the favour was that???"
He was too tired to ask for more, slumping down in König's embrace and passed out from exhaustion soon after.
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"Yield?" Horangi asked, a foot grinding down on the windpipe underneath him.
"Y-yield." König tried to cough out, voice hoarse and cracked.
Satisfied, Horangi stood up and left the ring, leaving König still lying flat on his back, eyes dazed, covered in various bruises and a bloody nose. His face hidden under the sniper hood, only various dark red patches could be seen on the fabric to indicate he bled. He tried to catch his breath after the match. Horangi must have been really angry with him to beat him to a pulp like this, but it was great. His arms are sore from Horangi keep drilling his elbows in there and his legs are weak from taking many kicks to the shins. He looked forward to the day Horangi was all healed up despite patience never truly one of his strongest suits, and he got the fun that he came for. Not only that, this was only the beginning, they would have a lot more time to play this game of cat and mouse with each other. Who's the cat? Who's the mouse? At this point does it really matter? All they knew was they were gonna enjoy this game till the day one of them died by the other’s hands.
"Get your ass up and come to the shower with me, brat." Horangi said, tossing a towel down on his face.
König chuffed out a half hearted laugh, hanging the towel on his shoulder as he got up and followed behind Horangi. Declan observed them from a distance and smiled.
"Oh good, they're getting along well."
"Getting along?" Roze asked, unable to believe what she had just heard. "Have you not seen how they tryna kill each other in the ring? Did we watch two entirely different movies just now?”
“What do you know about boy’s friendship anyways.”
“What the fuck is even boy friendship??? All I know is those fuckers are gonna kill each other one day.”
She knew what obsession is first hand, and what those two had with each other was exactly that. Wild, unhinged possessiveness that knows no boundaries. Why the fuck did she have to be in the same place as these two psychos?
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