Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from Fruits Basket.
Teeth click against each other as lips mash together. Delicate hands claw beneath your shirt, leaving more red red marks, and in return you sink your teeth into pale neck, tongue lapping at the salt you find.
He goes still. Eyes narrow and you feel the vibration in his throat before the words emerge.
"I hate you." You know he means it, but don't pause, just bite harder before replying.
"It's mutual, rat."
Move upward, find the hummingbird pulse. Hear a harsh intake of breath and smirk. He is yours again.
The fading line between love and hate blurs further.