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"Shut the fuck up." Knife gritted through his teeth as he slammed the other's head into the rigid concrete wall behind them both. Still, despite that, Paper smirked within sharp inhales. The bitter feeling of being turned against by the other was like a fresh wound - and they were pouring salt right into it by having the courage to get off on beating up the other.

Then the paler man had the courage to say, "Go on. Hit me again." Paper winced in pain, but his cocky expression still stood, "I know you fucking like it." With eyes narrowed and reddened cheeks, Knife's grip on the man's leather jacket tightened. "What's your fucking deal, man?" Slam. Another blow to the head, the imperfections and bumps of the wall digging into Paper's pale skin, splotches of crimson dyeing his soft white curls.

Knife sunk his head down to Paper's untouched neck, hot breath ghosting the skin. Then to Paper's surprise, Knife dragged his disgusting hot tongue across it - pure need dripping and melting onto Paper's warm skin. "..Fuuck, you're gross." Paper felt Knife's lips shift into a smile. "You wanted this." The shorter man let out a long, deep breath as he felt his enemy taste him. Taste his sultry skin as he enjoyed it, much to his own embarrassment. 

He liked that he and Knife could have this.

He enjoyed that he and Knife could fucking hate each other while having their tongues fighting for a winning spot.

Paper liked that Knife thought about fucking his ass until he was sore and crying.

And Knife liked that Paper liked that.

Paper pushed his body onto Knife's, toppling him over onto the floor as he rolled his hips against the taller's. "Knife, Knife.." They both took deep breaths as they rapidly collided their bodies together, humping against the warmth of each other's crotches, Knife's hand closely tightened around Paper's wet neck. Luckily, Knife's grip was strong, tight. Paper kept note of it whenever he would purposefully rile him up. He wanted an excuse to have his strong arms pin him down, hit him, punch him. 

It felt good.