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It was easy to chase down Roist after their fight in the Academy's main grounds, and easier still for them to fall into each other with vicious bites and clawing fingers, deep in the forest surrounding the Academy.
The one who calls himself Dark growls as he is shoved down onto the ground, Roist quick to straddle him, grinding down onto the assassin's quickly hardening dick roughly. Dark's growl morph into a groan, pleasure jolting through his oversensitive nerves, and Roist's smile above him is pretty as it is poisonous .
"You absolute fuckwad," Roist purrs, nails sharpening into claws with the help of his Force and tearing Dark's compression shirt clear off, baring corpse-pale skin to Roist's sharp teeth and wet tongue. Dark groans again when Roist tongues harshly at one nipple, before biting around it, leaving behind deep teethmarks that is already healing. The Frame Awakener pulls back and sneers down at the assassin, hips rolling and grinding almost hatefully. "You dick."
The smirk that curls Dark's lips is reflexive, and he meets Roist's feverish eyes, clamping his hands on those slim hips and grinding his still clothed dick into that quickly dampening spot. Fuck, Roist is already leaking so much, going to be so wet. Roist's bitten of whimper is music to his ears. "You bet I'm a dick, you can feel it, can't you?" Dark taunts, rolling his hips into Roist's dripping center harshly. "Fuck, already leaking like a faucet, have you no shame?"
The slap was expected, and Dark can only laugh. After all, pissed off Roist may be, but the other man is still meeting the assassin's grinding movements, face steadily getting redder, his breathing labored. To Dark's sensitive nose, the musk of Roist's arousal is everywhere. Too much. Not enough.
Dark digs his fingers into Roist's hips, piercing through the cloth of the man's pants and flesh, drawing beads of blood and the Frame Awakener's sweet moan. Tugs Roist further up Dark's body- "Ride my face," Dark pants, mouth dry and his mind empty of anything else but getting his mouth on this bastard grinding atop his dick. "-my face-"
Roist's flush deepens, eyes blown wide from sheer need. He snarls, "Fuck- okay, fucking give me a moment-" Quickly rolling off of Dark for a moment, hastily pulling his boots and pants and briefs off, movements erratic. In just a few moments, Roist is finally bare from the waist down, the inside of his thighs glistening, and soon enough-
Dark is quick to wrap his arms around Roist's muscled thighs as soon as the other man is position over his face, laving the sensitive inner thighs with soft kisses and teasing nips. Flicks his eyes up to meet Roist's wild-eyed look when the Frame Awakener grips Roist's pale white locks.
Nothing pisses Dark as much as Roist, but at the same time-
The assassin tugs Roist down onto his tongue, and Dark moans as he licks into that hot wetness. Above him, Roist is loud as he voices out his pleasure, rolling his hips down, forcing himself harder onto Dark's questing tongue. With relish, Dark fucks the Frame Awakener with his tongue, knowing - quite intimately - how sensitive the other man is even without deeper penetration. Roist could cum just like this, Dark knows; he's pulled the other to tears before, multiple times, and the Frame Awakener's sensitivity never seems to dull. Quite the opposite, really.
Roist could cum just from Dark's tongue working deep within his wetness, true, but even so-
Dark shifts a hand, regrettably letting go of one lush thigh, only to unerringly, purposefully brush against Roist's hardened nub.
Roist howls, a flash of red, and a few trees off to the side crash; torn up and cut down.
Dark tries not to feel smug, really.
He feels vaguely lightheaded now, crushed under Roist in the best way possible, and the other man's scent the only thing he can breathe in. Doesn't help that Roist is canting his hips into each thrust of Dark's tongue, chasing his high like the greedy bastard that he is. The assassin doesn't mind it this time though, letting the other man chase his high, luxuriating in the desperate, barely there whimpers coming from Roist.
After all, Roist isn't the only one who is desperate here.
Dark lets Roist fuck himself on his tongue, the assassin's mottled fingers unceasing with their teasing on the Frame Awakener's oversensitive nub, and soon enough Roist is getting frantic. Singleminded in his focus to seize his pleasure, rutting against Dark's mouth and nose with abandon, whimpering, shaking-
Dark presses down on Roist's nub with his fingers at the same time he shoves his tongue as deeply as it could go within Roist's hot cavern.
Roist chokes on his scream, his grip on Dark's hair borderline agonizing, and the way the Frame Awakener's legs clamp around the assassin's head as he cums feels like victory of the sweetest variety. Dark's chin and throat is undoubtedly ruined from Roist's leaking juices, and it speaks of how messed up the assassin is when the thought comforts him.
Dark, realizing that breathing comfortably is starting to get a little difficult, firmly grabs the other man by the waist, lifting him up off his face (but not without a parting lick, of course; making sure none of that precious ambrosia is wasted) and tipping the barely coherent man onto his stupid red cloak. Roist, as annoying and infuriating as he is, is a vision; bright red eyes dazed from pleasure, expression slack, and his svelte body - usually so still, so restrained - shaking and trembling just the slightest bit. Breathing labored, chest heaving as he lays there trying to recover.
Heat curls low and strong in Dark's gut, and he is reminded that while this bastard Roist has taken his pleasure, Dark has yet to do so. So with that said,
Dark crawls close, gathering Roist's - long, long - legs together and hooking them over one shoulder, and arm clamping down around them to make sure they're secured. With his other hand, Dark unzips his own pants, pulling his cock out and hissing at his own sensitivity. Fuck, Roist is not the only one leaking, apparently.
Just to fuck with Roist, the assassin teases the other's entrance with his tip, smearing his juices onto his dick, and the sensation pulls a fullbody shudder from the Frame Awakener and pulling him closer to awareness. Roist glares viciously at the assassin, but the excited curl of his lip betrays his own anticipation. Greedy bastard.
Dark nips at Roist's knee, smiling when the other hisses in annoyance. "My turn now," he breathes out, before slipping his cock between Roist's maddening thighs. The pressure is different, and it's not wet enough but- "Fuck."
Roist laughs meanly, but Dark doesn't miss the way his eyes keep flicking down to where Dark's cock is squeezed between his thighs, nor the way the Frame Awakener tenses his thighs and squeezes them together tighter. Lying fucker, Dark can't help think fondly.
"Rutting like a dog, how fitting!" Roist coos, trying to sound berating. As if the assassin can't hear how breathy his voice has gone. How he's just as affected. "Want some treats, puppy?"
Just to be a dick - hah! - Dark turns his head and bites down onto the side of Roist's thigh, pulling pained swearing from the annoying bastard. Dark offers a grin, and it's not a soothing or friendly expression. "You call me dog, but who's the one who came because of this dog?" Dark's grin widens at the offense on Roist's face, and the assassin plants a gentle kiss to that same thigh he bit. Intimate. Mocking.
Whatever Roist's reaction to that, Dark ignores it in favor of chasing his own pleasure now, hips working frantically, his own breaths coming out fast and sharp as he fucks Roist's thighs. It's been a while- a little too long, really. His last frenzied tryst with this red-eyed pretty boy was months before Dark's disastrous mission with that idiot Dran, and well-
Dark's own orgasm snuck up on him faster than he expected, and he barely manages to choke down his own whimpering. Braining whiting out from sheer relief and bliss.
It's honestly stupid and infuriating to know that Dark is so affected by this annoying, sanctimonious, greedy fucker that is named Roist. And it pisses Dark off even more to know admit that there's no one else he'd rather fall into bed with. Fuck.
Dark leans back, takes in the sight of Roist on his back, framed by the red of his cloak. Lipstick messy, streaks of white staining the paler flesh of his belly and his trimmed mound. He looks almost fucked out, smug like a canary that got the cream, and. Well.
The assassin is moving before he could think it through, biting deep on Roist's neck and sucking, only pulling off with a pleased grin when Roist threatens to tear his throat out; nails turned claws pressing against the assassin's patchwork neck. Cute. At anyrate, there's now a very obvious hickey on Roist's neck, higher than the collar of his turtleneck, and the sight of it warm the deepest recesses of Dark's shrivelled heart. Soothing the possessive beast inside him, smug at the sight of marking his bastard. Oh, Roist could easily get rid of it, what with the high level of his Force Control, but-
Judging from Roist's red face and scandalized look, both of them knows Roist wouldn't get rid of it. Not really.
Dark sighs as he finally lets go of Roist's thighs, feeling just the slightest bit of reluctance, before he leans over and grabs the other man's pants and boots where the idiot has shucked them to. Hands the clothes to Roist, who has managed to prop himself up with on arm. The clothes are accepted in silence, and Dark peels off the rest of his poor shirt off of him, using the scraps to clean himself up before obliterating the ruined cloth with a spark of his Force. Not the first shirt he's lost to Roist during their skirmishes - whether the combative kind or the sexual kind - but no less annoying. Despite what Roist thinks, baring skin is something Dark doesn't enjoy at all.
Beside him, Roist sighs as he finally finishes dressing up, removing his hair tie to redo his hairdo and smooth out the messy, brown strands. His lipstick is still smeared across his mouth, and Dark licks his own chapped lips.
"Next time you get between me and my prey, Ranker Hunter," Roist murmurs all of a sudden, pulling the assassin's attention. "I'm shoving my arm deep into your gut."
Dark can only scoff. "Hot as that is, I can't let you do that. Not if your prey is Jiwoo Seo." He meets Roist's poisonous look evenly. "Jiwoo is under my protection."
Roist sneers, but says nothing else. No doubt the other knows Dark enough that the assassin will not back down, nor would he lie.
How funny, that the person they intimately know, and would willingly fall into bed with, is the same person they wouldn't hesitate to tear apart.
Dark gets up to his feet at the same time Roist does, the Frame Awakener now put together and back to his bullshit. There's nothing different with Roist now, but if it weren't for the massive hickey Dark has so enthusiastically left on his neck, Dark would never know the other man rode someone's (his) face to completion and got his thighs fucked. Would never know Roist took and entrusted his pleasure to Dark and Dark alone.
There are no bittersweet parting kisses, or even words of goodbye. Roist was there one moment, and gone in a crimson streak the next, and now the assassin is alone deep in a forest by his lonesome. Shirtless, and the bloody lines Roist had oh so lovingly carved onto his skin long gone. Dark laughs faintly to himself, and takes his own leave.
'Til next time, my horrible lover.