Tantos (Engish translation)

by cptn.ivan

It's just a mere excuse to write some yaoi. It has no specific characters. Hope you like it anyways . Oh, it's a translation from a fan fic in Spanish I wrote some time ago.

So much rage, so much adrenaline, lots of grunge, lots of unsaid words, and so much tension. Somehow, in the middle of the argument, it became sexual. Even they didn't notice when, it just happened. Punches turned into kisses; the kicks and insults, into caresses and moans. Not that it mattered to them. They just went along with it.

Rapidly, the clothes began to disappear. Only those two remained on the bed. Naked, just like when the world received them for the first time. Both of them, desperately wanting to draw the other even closer to them. The two bodies were almost stuck to each other, but it wasn't enough. Not yet. One of them suddenly spoke:

"Do it before I change my mind."

The only response this one got was a smile. The smile he was used to see on his partner at times like these. The one smiling knew his companion wouldn't change his mind; however, he speeded up his moves. There was no turning back any more, and both of them knew that. It didn't pass much time before their bodies became one.

There was one of them. He seemed like the one taking the lead of that situation. His body, slowly forced itself inside his lover's latent insides. From that moment, nothing else was important. Why they started to argue, nor when they got into that. The only thing that they cared about was their bodies being together, one of them trying to get into the deepest part of the other, trying to find that spot that would make him scream of pure pleasure. It didn't take too much time for him to find it. And when he did, he didn't stop to push on that exact place.

Until it happened. Both of them went into a trance, just a tiny second, just one. The two minds completely in blank, feeling a lot of things and at the same moment, feeling nothing at all. One moment of screaming, loudly, the other's name, the name of the person who was making them feel that way. Tired, they let their bodies lie onto the bed, panting slowly, preparing to rest from such a exhausting quarrel.

Most of the times, even they didn't understand it. So much weariness. But they didn't care. Lots of tension. Weird... Lots of affection. So much love. Strange, their way of showing it, right?
After that, both of them would anxiously wait for their next argument.