The Kiss
THE KISS - THE CURE - ME - SCRYED

I don't own the song or the series. So there.

Kiss me kiss me kiss me

Kazuma's heart is beating so hard and he's biting his teeth. He's being held like a dog by four fingers and his neck could snap any second now and the pain is volcanic and it hurts so bad but all he can think is this thick hot smell of skin and love. It's burning up his loins and his arm aches like it's on fire. So close I can smell you feel you hear you. And he never wants the violence to end.

Your tongue is like poison
So swollen it fills up my mouth

Ryuhou cranes his neck and ghosts his lips across the Treasoner's brow bone. Kazuma jerks away settles back and jerks away. The HOLY officer has him by the collar of his jacket and he holds him up breathing hard.

Love me love me love me

His knuckles throb to get the bastard square in the jaw. He wants to see him choke on his own raging bile and saliva. The blood spit dribbling down his chin and his nose gushing torrents and torrents of black red so that he sputters. But at the same time . . .

You nail me to the floor
And push my guts all inside out

Kazuma growls. Ryuhou presses his soft thin lips to his forehead. It's burning and bleeding from a previous blow to the head. The native's sweat sticks to his mouth and he almost cringes at the saltine sharpness of tasting perspiration. This is so gross. But he can't stop.

Get it out get it out get it out

A swift kick to the stomach sets his bile duct squirming and his insides twisting and his mouth opens for a breathless gasp because the wind is blown out of his lungs and he staggers backwards. When he hits the ground there is a wet THUMP but nothing else and nothing hurts. He sucks the air in and it shivers and snakes out again. Kazuma grunts and moves closer to him. He can feel the reluctant anger seething off the HOLY officer's skin in waves and it makes his heart shiver and his skin crawl.

Get your fucking voice
Out of my head

'Asshole.'

'Native heathen.'

'Insensitive prick.'

'Barbarian.'

Kazuma pauses. Letting bad eyes flutter he leans down and presses his hot mouth to Ryuhou's shoulder. He scrapes his teeth across the skin.

'Yeah. I am.

So do something about it.'

I never wanted this
I never wanted any of this

Ryuhou glares, leaning over to whisper in his ear and gust warm shaking breath

what Kazuma thinks will be sweet, hell, even special, but is grating no matter how fucking private it is. His voice is rough and it hurts and Kazuma wants to hit him again and again and again.

'I know what you want me to do about it and I'm not going to fuck you, Treasoner.' He even had the nerve to scoff, hissing his air against the tingling earlobe. 'You disgust me.'

I wish you were dead
I wish you were dead

He had him pinned to the ground before he even realized he was crying. His knuckles were splattered with red as he pounded his fist into that goddamn pretty face again and again and again and broke whatever he wanted and didn't look and just hit him and hit him and it hurt he knew it hurt but he was sobbing and cussing and he couldn't stop. He couldn't ever stop.

Again, CRACK, again, splattering and Ryuhou's nose was gushing all over his hand. Choking on his tears he hit him again.

I never wanted any of this

When he rolled off of the limp HOLY officer and to the side, the other was still breathing shaky shallow little breaths from all the black blood sticking to his face and blurring everything into everything else. The metallic taste of teeth behind his teeth and tears on his face and there was so much blood. There was so much blood.

Ryuhou puked and Kazuma cried.

And neither of them would ever be able to stop.

I wish you were dead
Dead
Dead
Dead

End.