Author's Note: This story came to me in a rush, so it probably could have been better. Oh well. Please R&R and enjoy!
Warnings: Distasteful SLASH.
Disclaimer: I disclaim.
Christian's POV
When Randy called and said he wanted to "talk", I knew it wasn't a talk he really wanted. It was a fight. It was always a fight. He was always picking fights with me. And here we were, getting ready to fight once again. I could have ignored his phone calls and text messages. I could have just stayed home. But no. I had to stand my ground. I had to show him up. Every fight was like playing Russian Roulette. I should have known better. I should have learned my lesson the time Randy blew a hole the size of a baseball in his front door with his shotgun while attempting to splatter my brains onto the wall. That gaping hole was no more than three-quarters of an inch from the side of my head. I knew Randy was an angry man, but I never thought he had it in him to try to kill me. Maybe I was right. He later told me that he missed on purpose and that if he had wanted me dead, I would be dead. Having been to the range with him on several occasions, I've seen how much of a precise marksman he is, so I believed him.
Randy is a bastard in every sense of the word. As much as I love him, I hate him just the same. Half of me wants to love him, and the over half of me wants him dead. He has made me aware of emotions and impulses I never knew I possessed. He has put me through a hell that I never knew existed. But there is something about him that makes me come back for more. Though I will admit, I am a bit more cautious around him now, ever since the shotgun incident. I always carry it with me when I see him.
Randy opened his front door and pulled me in by the collar of my shirt. He slammed me against the wall then shut the door and locked it.
"I thought you wanted to talk."
"I talk with my fists. You know that."
I charged at him and wrestled him to the ground. Three of my punches connected with his chest. He caught the fourth one and shoved me backwards, causing me to lay on my back. Randy sat on my stomach and did something he had never done before. He spit in my face. Now I was pissed! This wasn't a rush anymore. I was out for blood.
I glared at Randy for a moment, then punched him about as hard as I could on the side of his face. He fell off me and I quickly grabbed him by his neck, stood him up, and pulled him to the wall. I punched him hard in the stomach once, causing him to double over. I pulled out my razor blade and pressed it gently against his neck.
He looked at me wide-eyed, almost scared, as if things were getting too out of hand, even for him.
"Christian what are you-"
I didn't let him finish the sentence. "Don't fucking move or talk!"
I held his hands tight above his head with strength I didn't even know I had. I pushed the blade a little harder against his skin.
"Its not so fun anymore when you're not the one in charge now, is it?"
Randy said nothing. His cold steel eyes searched mine, almost pleadingly, asking me to release him. There was something about his eyes that always got to me. They were what drew me to him to begin with. They were always my weakness. But not this time.
I pressed the blade a little deeper into Randy's neck. A small amount of blood trickled out. Randy grunted in pain. I grinned and pushed it just a little deeper. Randy started to squirm a little.
"Don't move!"I growled at him. Something about having complete control over him turned me on. I took the blade away from his neck and watched the blood trickle down.
I slowly leaned my face close to his neck, then licked a little bit of his blood, then stared into his eyes. He was looking at me as if I had lost my mind. Maybe I had. I licked at his wound again before slowly sucking at it. After sucking for just a moment, I pulled away from Randy, who was silently freaking out.
He was beautiful. Helpless. So fucking hot. Before I knew it, I had my lips presses hard against his, my bloody tongue fighting, looking to gain entrance to his mouth. Much yo my amazement, entrance was granted. I dropped the razor blade and released Randy's hands. He kissed me back hard and wrapped his arms around me and pulled me tight against him. I grabbed his ass and grinded against him. I was already hard and he was getting there too. I ripped his shirt off over his head, then did the same with mine. Pants came off next. Then boxers.
When we were completely naked, I pushed Randy onto his back on the floor. I spread his legs with my knee. I quickly forced my way into his dry, tight opening. Randy cried out in pain, but that didn't stop me. I thrust hard into him over and over again. I could tell he was bleeding. I didn't care. I kissed him hard again as he grabbed my ass to pull me deeper inside of him.
I knew I wouldn't last long, and by the way Randy was tensing up, I knew he wouldn't last long either.
I thrust hard and deep in him a few more times. "I fucking hate you Randy!"I growled as I came deep inside of him.
"I fucking hate you, Christian!" Randy growled right after he came all over both of our bodies.
I kissed him hard one more time before pulling out of him. Randy just sat there covered in blood and come as I got dressed. I snapped a quick pic of him with my phone, then walked out the door. I think I won that fight.
To Be Continued