"You fucking dumbass." Io sneered, stooping down to closer inspect the cuts and bruises that tore up his partner's milky white skin.
"Shut up."
The words rumbled softly from deep within his chest, like the whine of a discontented old bear. His eyelids hung heavy over his field of vision, his sapphire irises darkening, hazily, before he closed them and leaned forward. Io caught the other in a rough embrace, balling his fist against the other's nape. He sighed in annoyance.
Baian pretended to mistake it for an affectionate noise. He snaked his sore hand up Io's back, his fingertips - rough with crusted blood - brushing over the lumps of his pectorals. He started tracing over his protruding ribs. The Canadian's own torso was soft and smooth, padded with fat, and he found the other's more defined features a joy to stroke and touch. He made a tired grin, nuzzling against the chest of the man so begrudgingly embracing him now.
Io relaxed himself. He unclenched his fist, and absentmindedly massaged the nook it had rested in. He even tilted his head, burying his nose into the other's poofy, curly blonde locks.
He inhaled, and a familiar metallic fragrance stabbed at his sinuses. He flinched and shied away, remembering just why he had come down to meet his fellow general.
"Stop that." he muttered, half-heartedly smacking Baian's hands off of him.
"Why?" came the drowsy whine. "I'm hurt, but not that much, you know. We can still -"
"Hell no!" he hissed. "Fucking disgusting, haven't even washed the blood out of your hair, have you."
"That doesn't turn you on?" he jested, leaning back onto his bed and roughly tugging the other atop him. Io was caught off guard- gasping as he fell into Baian's lap. He made a face and struck the other in contempt, but no sooner had the other circled his arms around his waist, preventing him from pushing himself up without provocatively rubbing against him.
"No, it doesn't. It's gross. You're gross." Io complained as he squirmed. Baian's arms, however fatter, were still stronger, and the position was rather advantageous. Io stayed.
"Just pleasure me then?" he suggested. Io glared daggers. After a short pause, he tentatively pleaded, "It really hurts. Distract me for awhile."
"A bath would be a pleasurable enough distraction, I'm sure. You're just horny, you ass." He grit his teeth and pushed up. It rubbed Baian hard, and he moaned quietly. Seeing the other atop him, angry, with his bright pink hair astray was a sight almost too amusing to not draw out, but he decided to not persist. He let the other go.
"Carry me to the bath then?"
Io slapped him hard, leaving yet another bright red welt on his face. He left the room with a huff.