"Get off." Julius mumbled in his monotonous voice.
"Why? You have soft skin, clockmaker." Blood's teasing, yet serious voice rang as his hands ran down the older man's neck.
"I hate you, get off of me." That tone, it was irritating Blood.
"Don't talk like that, put a little emotion in your voice." The younger, raven haired man removed his hat, tossing it onto the desk in front of Julius. "Oh and I hate you, too."
"Dupre, if you don't get off of me, I will end you." The purple haired man set down the clock, turning to glare at the Mafia Boss.
"Monrey, if you put that clock down, just maybe, I won't shoot you." He grimaced back, pulling a lock of hair behind the clockmaker's ear. If Julius didn't stop with that damned monotonous tone, Blood would have to make him stop. The mafia boss had the urge to see what he would look like with that violet hair hanging in his face and his eyes darkened with the sin of lust. Blood kicked a leg of the chair and pushed it on the opposite side, turning it to face him. He leant down to kiss the man. A gloved hand caught his chin as their faces were centimeters apart.
"What do you think you're doing?" there was that damned tone again!
"Well, I was going to kiss you, but you grabbed me." Blood smirked.
Julius stood, still holding Blood's face, and pushed the Hatter into the wall. "Maybe, if I wanted you to kiss me, I'd have kissed you first."
"Maybe you should kiss me, then." Blood licked his lips in anticipation.
Julius leant in, ready to kiss the raven haired. "No." He whispered and released Blood's chin. He walked back to his desk, or started to, before the younger man grabbed his arm. He reversed the hold and twisted Blood's arm around, pushing it against his chest. "Don't touch me, Dupre."
"Kiss me, then." He was either going to get the kiss, or get a reaction out of Julius in the process.
The violet haired man sighed. "And why should I?"
"You want me to leave you alone, right?" Blood wet his lips with his pink tongue again.
Julius leaned in, gripping the mafioso's chin in a death grip, and kissed him.
Blood kissed back, using his free arm to grip the back of Julius' neck, pulling him closer. He bit softly on the clockmaker's lips, getting nothing out of him besides a bite in return. He was determined to get at least one moan out of him. The brunette's hands slid around Julius' shoulders and tangled in his long hair. Julius replied to this by pushing the hatter against the wall, completely. He pulled away, leaving the teal eyed man breathless. Blood leaned forward again, once again crushing their lips together in a bruising kiss.
"Do you really hate me?" Blood asked, their foreheads touching.
"No, I don't hate you." Julius looked down.
"I don't hate you either." Blood initiated the final kiss.
Maybe the clockmaker and the hatter could learn to love each other… Just maybe.