warning for non graphic violence and... maybe bdsm undertones? Not really?
1. Paint (Kiriha/Taiki)
Taiki doesn't stop with one hit to his face, because Kiriha has asked him not to.
He's asked him to hit him and so he does. Kiriha knows Taiki won't understand why but he won't ask either, not until Kiriha wants to answer, not until he needs to. He never leaves marks, of course, none that anyone can see. He doesn't talk.
It's just contractual obligation, like that good old disease of being a good person. As long as Kiriha needs him to, he'll do whatever he can to help.
Kiriha sometimes feels guilty for taking advantage of it, but he supposes that's a lost cause to worry about. No one wants to admit that's all they know.
Love is physical. Violence is physical. Both are heady. Both make him think and feel alive.
He can't help but drag everyone else down with him.
If only Taiki would complain.
He just smiles, wipes the paint blood off of with his fingers and thumbs. Then he does wonderful things to take the pain away on the outside.
It's like he has no idea what it does to his insides, or maybe he just accepts it.
Kiriha tries hard to make the guilt go away. It doesn't work as well as he had hoped it would.
A/N: Hooray, time to start getting this drabble collection out of the way! Gift drabbles for a good few people time, yayyyy.
Challenges: Mega Prompts: Quote Prompt 147 (for this specific fic), gift drabble for The Light's Refrain (specific) and chapter set boot camp prompt -10