They were laying in bed, bodies entwined with each other, pulling and gasping at each moment. It was pure torture for them both. So close, but yet so far from everything. A tight hiss, and they were finished with the act. Muttering more to himself than his partner, he streched out and laid across his partner's top.
"Zero."
The blond ignored him, forcing him to grab that soft face and pull it so he could look at it with a sharp eye. Running a hand over his cheek, he kissed the middle of his forehead with a harsh movement. Grunting, the blond batted away his hand half-heartedly.
"You are such a woman," grumbled Zero.
Suddenly a hand grabbed his cheek and streched it tightly, making his teeth show. In pain, he tried to remove the hand, but found it unresponsive under the other's body. Shutting his eyes, he fought off the urge to yell ouch and carefully tugged against the hand.
"Say your sorry blondie. I'm not the one who carries it around in a ponytail," came the indignant response to his struggles.
Growling, he took his free hand and shoved it against the blue-haired man's face. This caused him to loose his balance, and they fell off the bed together. Cursing, Zero rubbed his butt and his face. That hurt! Stupid man didn't know when to quit.
"I'm going to kill you Dy," he growled, "as soon as I stop hurting."
"You aren't the one on bottom all the time," Dynamo snapped back, and then realized he was on top, "Say Zero, how about "
"No."
"Come on. Please?"
"No, and stop making puppy faces at me. It's scary."
"Damn."
Tugging at the blanket, he pulled it down on top of them. Smirking evily in the dark, he shut his eyes and rested his head against Zero's chest. Struggling, the man tried to push Dynamo off of him, but only succeeded in making him more comfortable.
"Fine, but if I hurt tomorrow, your ass is mine."
"It already is Zero, it already is."
"Woman!" he exclaimed and found a pillow shoved in his mouth.
"That is much better," Dynamo smirked and then fell asleep with a struggling Zero giving him the look.
"Zero."
The blond ignored him, forcing him to grab that soft face and pull it so he could look at it with a sharp eye. Running a hand over his cheek, he kissed the middle of his forehead with a harsh movement. Grunting, the blond batted away his hand half-heartedly.
"You are such a woman," grumbled Zero.
Suddenly a hand grabbed his cheek and streched it tightly, making his teeth show. In pain, he tried to remove the hand, but found it unresponsive under the other's body. Shutting his eyes, he fought off the urge to yell ouch and carefully tugged against the hand.
"Say your sorry blondie. I'm not the one who carries it around in a ponytail," came the indignant response to his struggles.
Growling, he took his free hand and shoved it against the blue-haired man's face. This caused him to loose his balance, and they fell off the bed together. Cursing, Zero rubbed his butt and his face. That hurt! Stupid man didn't know when to quit.
"I'm going to kill you Dy," he growled, "as soon as I stop hurting."
"You aren't the one on bottom all the time," Dynamo snapped back, and then realized he was on top, "Say Zero, how about "
"No."
"Come on. Please?"
"No, and stop making puppy faces at me. It's scary."
"Damn."
Tugging at the blanket, he pulled it down on top of them. Smirking evily in the dark, he shut his eyes and rested his head against Zero's chest. Struggling, the man tried to push Dynamo off of him, but only succeeded in making him more comfortable.
"Fine, but if I hurt tomorrow, your ass is mine."
"It already is Zero, it already is."
"Woman!" he exclaimed and found a pillow shoved in his mouth.
"That is much better," Dynamo smirked and then fell asleep with a struggling Zero giving him the look.
