PAIN
Disclaimer: I don't own DOGS. There would be more man-fucking if I did.
He wondered once what it would be like to see Haine smile.
He can't even really imagine it.
Haine's smiles are never any less than smirks, or rolled with some lazy sadistic humor behind them. Even if he pulls away from that, it's always laced with some kind of grimace, or just more of Haine's fucking psycho-ness.
Not that Haine really ever had anything to smile about, given all the bullshit he's been through in his life, but that was beside the point.
Maybe he's just overthinking but he's sure as fucking hell a smile never hurt anyone.
Even so he never, ever takes it easy on Haine. The guy can't really be hurt anyway, so what's the point? Hell, the guy seems to get off on the pain. So Badou grinds him into the wall with enough force to leave bruises, feeling like he could probably grind him through the wall and Haine still wouldn't care, said person's teeth sinking deep into his shoulder, and Badou will never, ever admit that maybe he gets off on the pain too.
Sometimes he thinks he's really fucking an animal when he does Haine, because no sound the pale bastard makes during sex ever sounds human. It's always growls and whines and hisses and snarls and things he can't put names too. Haine's biting him again, little fucker, always biting, always scratching, always finding some way to personify the dog he makes himself out to be. Well, let him, Badou thinks, and he thrusts hard, hard enough for Haine to actually let out a sharp bark of pain, and he takes the opportunity to crush his mouth against Haine's so he can't bite anymore. Not that Haine is discouraged; he just bites his tongue instead.
He wonders to himself, in the still lucid corner of his mind, how exactly things ended up at this point. He tries to remember when was the first time he looked at Haine and saw not just a scrawny, stupidly pale, demon-eyed partner, but someone he wanted to get in bed so badly he almost swallowed his cigarette. All the times blend together now, and he can only see flashes of them, how he would corner the other and Haine would just look at him like he was expecting this. Maybe he was.
He's getting close now, and since he doesn't want Haine biting his tongue off when he does, he uses it to force Haine's back into his mouth and breaks the kiss, pressing his head against the albino's in an attempt to keep him from finding a new target. Haine lets out a howl when they come, and his nails dig deep into Badou's flesh as he holds on, riding it out.
Badou can't help but think he'll never get enough of this.
Haine's pants are harsh in his ear as he pulls out, still holding him up as he leans against him for a moment, working to catch his breath. When he does, he loosens his arms so Haine's legs can slip free, unhooking from around him. He drops to the floor unceremoniously, and Haine soon follows to sit in his lap. Badou's a little surprised by this, but doesn't comment, instead darting his tongue out to lap the blood from the corner of his mouth. Suddenly, his mind flashes abruptly back to the incident when he questioned Haine about Carlserino, when they were caught in that ridiculous gunfight, and Haine's answer.
"Um, I just gave him a kiss on the cheek."
A laugh escapes him before he can rein it in. Haine pulls back to look at him.
"What?"
He curls his lips into a smirk, leaning in to give Haine a quick peck, nipping him good in the process.
"Nothing."
'Kiss', he said.
Yeah, right.