"And furthermore, my name is not Bunny!" Barnaby yelled, finishing his verbal assault and flying at Kotetsu with clenched fists. "It's Barnaby!" He landed a punch on the man's jaw without enough force to dislocate it. "Fucking fight me, you bastard!"
Kotetsu stepped back and brought a hand to his face to feel for damage. "That hurt. I'm going to have a bruise. I'm going to have to tell all my friends that I gotscratched by a rabbit, how embarrassing." He caught Barnaby's fist in one hand only centimetres away from hitting his nose, then caught the other fist aimed for his stomach with ease.
"Looks like I've caught dinner," he grinned, pushing Barnaby back until he hit the wall.
"Let go of me, old man!" he growled, wresting an arm away but smashing his elbow into the wall as a consequence. "FUCK!" Before he knew what was happening, his body was pinned down by Kotetsu's and he could hear the predatory snapping of teeth in his ear.
Kotetsu brought up both of Barnaby's hands and held his slender wrists above his head with one steely hand. His other hand wrapped around the small of his partner's back, pulling their bodies together as he buried his face in golden hair. "You asked for a fight, you got one." His words ghosted down Barnaby's neck, sending a great chill up his spine as he struggled pathetically to break free.
Barnaby felt teeth sink into his flesh and knew he would never win. A sigh escaped from his mouth, and Kotetsu took this as a signal to release his grip on Barnaby's hands, which immediately and without prompting rushed to Kotetsu's shoulders and flooded down his chest like newly undammed rivers, filling and feeling every crevice as though it were the first time.
"I was right," he gasped. "We should fight more often." He was rewarded with a chuckle and a heady, needy kiss. He almost wondered if Kotetsu knew all along, but it was obvious. Of course Kotetsu had figured out what he had been up to, creating conflict over things of little to no import over the past few days, refusing even to smile in his direction.
"You were playing along, weren't you?" Barnaby accused with the last shred of coherence he could muster.
"I got tired of playing fair," he affirmed, setting to work on removing Barnaby's belt. He murmured into his lips, "An old man like me can't wait forever."