"Chihuahua."
"Seriously?"
"Yes, seriously."
"Chiuhaha."
A deathly silence fell over the bar, a certain blonde staring at the male across from him, as he frowned and sighed.
"I'm not even going to bother correcting that one."
"Come on, it wasn't that bad!" Yata yelled, while the others either rolled their eyes or ignored them.
"If I had to define bad I'd say I'm looking at it." Eric frowned, making the older glare at him.
"I had to at least be close!"
"Not even."
"Asshole!"
"Dumbass."
"Mutt!"
"Chihuahua." A moment of silence fell over them, the chestnut haired teen glaring at the younger, before the blonde raised an eyebrow. "I dare you to say it in English."
"Fuck you!" Came the angered yell, before the older male suddenly got up and headed for the stairs. An unimpressed look on the younger's face, while the others just watched or rolled their eyes.
"One point for Eric." Chitose teased, making the blonde frown a little deeper, before he noticed Anna watching him from the bar and got up with a sigh. "You gunna go beg for his forgiveness?"
"You going to a bar tonight to beg someone to get the stick out of your ass?" Eric asked, ignoring Kusanagi's disapproving look for his language.
"Maybe if you throw me a bone." The brunette teased with a wink, before he suddenly yelped and fell out of his chair. Dewa sitting beside him, and an un-amused look on his face, while he leaned against the counter and held one hand out over the brunette's chair. "Masa!"
"Don't start something you can't handle, idiot." Dewa frowned down at the other, while Kōsuke raised an eyebrow at them. "The last thing I need to is to be dragging you out of a fight."
A huff left the brunette, while he got up from the floor and Anna quietly watched the blonde. Her marbles resting beside her on the counter, before she glanced over at them and rested an index finger against one of the brighter ones.
"Eric-"
"I know." He spoke with a frown, shoving his hands into his pockets and headed for the stairs. "I'll go talk to him."
"Try not to piss him off anymore either." Bandō added, while Akagi pulled out a deck of cards and the hooded man frowned at his battling partner. "We're not playing goldfish."
"Why not?"
"You cheat."
"I do not!"
A heavy sigh left the youngest clansmen, before he reached the second floor and headed down the hall. Blue eyes looking into each room as he passed, till he reached one of the last rooms and stopped just in front of the doorway. HOMRA's vanguard pacing across the width of the space, and his arms crossed against his chest, while he glared at the floor. His eyebrows furrowed together, and his anger clear as day, before the younger leaned against the doorway and contemplated on interrupting the other. The idea only lasting a few moments till the older caught sight of him and turned to glare at him.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Yata demanded, while the blonde shrugged and looked to the side to stare at the wall.
"Wanted to see if you were done sulking." Eric replied, getting a harsher glare from the other.
"I'm not sulking."
"That's not what I just saw."
"I was just thinking." Yata threw back, his frown growing, while the blonde raised an eyebrow.
"You looked to be thinking pretty hard. Better be careful or you might blow a fuse or something." Eric easily replied, before the vanguard growled at him and sent him a look that could probably send him to hell permanently.
"Why do you always have to do that?!"
"Do what?"
"Don't play stupid, Sōlt!"
"I'm not. I just can't read your mind." By now the other looked like he was about to strangle him, before he clenched his fists and seemed to be mentally counting to himself, if the sudden silence and look of concentration had anything to do with it.
"Why…" Silence. "Why do you always have to make me feel so stupid when we're doing English lessons at the bar?"
"Huh?"
"I'm not repeating myself!" Yata yelled, while the blonde just blinked at him in mild surprise.
Was that all that was bothering him? The vanguard was mad because he though he was making fun of him, because he was trying to make him seem lesser than he was? Well that was a really stupid thought. If anyone was really stupid in this clan it was either Akagi or Chitose, not the skateboarder. Akagi for not seeing that his so called best friend had a huge ass crush on him, and Chitose for not realizing he was driving Dewa into the ground with his constant bar outings and one night stand fights. Those two were stupid, not the vanguard.
If anything Yata was one of the smarter people in the clan. I mean sure his hot headed personality got the best of him sometimes, and got him into trouble, but there were times when the older surprised a lot of them and it was usually when he was calm and thinking rationally. When no Blues, Greens, or any other clans were involved. No, in a gang fight, with the odds against them and their group surrounded, Yata was usually the first to head into the line of fire with his staff in hand and his body a flame. Sure he might not be all that great at learning English, no one was, but he wasn't trying to make him feel completely stupid.
"You're not that stupid." Eric finally spoke, while the other just frowned at him deeply. "You have your moments."
"Fucking asshole." Came the muttered response, hazel eyes boring into him, before he headed toward him.
The blonde expecting him to throw a punch, or get in his face for insulting him, but when he just slid past him and headed down the hall he couldn't help but blink after the other. A look of slight confusion falling over his face, before the signature black beanie and red sweater disappeared from his sight.
Yata was pissed. No, he was beyond pissed. He was so fucking pissed he could probably blow a hole through a brick wall and still have enough energy to yell and scream and…ugh that dumbass dog pissed him off! Why did he even bother? He should've known that he'd never understand. Besides, everything that left the blonde's mouth was an insult and every time he talked to him he only became more pissed off than he was when he came into the bar. Hell, he didn't even know why he bothered asking him to teach him English. Sure he had wanted to get back at him once awhile, by swearing at him in his own language, but the cons were defiantly out weighting the pros at his point.
"I don't know why I even fucking bothered asking him." The vanguard grumbled to himself, throwing down his skateboard onto the sidewalk and flying down the street the second his feet rested on the wood. "I should've just asked Kusanagi-san or Fujishima to teach me. They'd at least try and be helpful instead of insulting me every time I fuck up."
Silence met his annoyed statement, before he frowned and shoved his hands into his pockets. A move that was short lived as his watch started to go off and he sighed in annoyance. The vanguard pulling the watch up to read the name across the device, and frown down at it, till he hit the 'answer call' button and easily turned the corner.
"What the fuck do you want, Rikio?" Yata demanded, flying past a park and skating into a more run down section of HOMRA's territory.
"Are you ok, Yata-san? You left the bar pretty fast." His battling partner questioned, making the younger frown.
"I'm fine. The stupid mutt just pissed me off is all. I'll cool down in a bit." He forced out, before looking down at the black machine strapped to his wrist when silence met him. "Rikio?"
"Don't get into trouble Yata-san." The bulkier man spoke, making the skateboarder roll his eyes. "Anna was worried when you just left without a word."
At the statement the teen couldn't help but feel his heart painfully clench with guilt. The idea of Anna, their princess, and new King, worried about him almost making his shoulders slump in defeat as he looked around him and slowly came to a stop.
"I'm fine, promise. He just made me mad." The skateboarder replied, letting his board roll to a stop and looking up to find himself in front of his apartment building. "I'll just take a nap and come back to the bar when I get a hold of myself."
"Alright Yata-san." Came his battling partners answer, while the younger leaned down to scoop up his board. "I'll call you later."
"Alright." The beep that followed had him sighing in relief, as he headed up toward his apartment and hoped he'd actually get some sleep in before his friend called him.
"Whatever you said to him, you need to apologize for, because if Yata-chan is angry we'll all be dealing with his bad mood and I'd like my bar to stay in tact."
"This is a stupid. He'll calm down on his own." Eric muttered to himself as he walked down the sidewalk. HOMRA's second in commands order repeating in his mind, as he sighed in annoyance and rubbed the back of his head. His fingers digging into his hair, and making him wince, before he yanked his hood over his head and shoved his hands into his pockets. The fabric against the strands oddly putting him at ease, just before he stopped in front of the apartment building he was looking for and frowned at it.
The entire structure looking worse for wear, and paint peeling in several places, while he headed for the stairs and hoped they'd hold his weight. The rickety looking boards cracked in a few places, and a few falling apart, as he headed up them and winced when a few squeaked under his feet. The teen glad he managed to reach the second floor, and that it looked better than the ground floor, before he headed down the rows of apartments and looked for the number he needed. Kusanagi's words echoing in his head once more as he stopped in front of the door he needed and frowned at it.
The entire thing made of steel, and cleaner than the others in the hall, while he noticed HOMRA's insignia tagged onto the bottom right corner of the surface in black. Something that had him rolling his eyes, at the older's stupidity, before he knocked against the door and crossed his arms over his chest. A few minutes passing, till it became apparent the door wasn't going to be opened for him because the other wasn't here, or didn't hear him, as he banged his fist against the metal surface and frowned at it.
"Yata, open the door." He called, pulling his hand away from the object in front of him and crossing his arms back over his chest. "Yata-"
"I hear yah, shut up!" The vanguard's voice suddenly yelled, just as the door flung open and revealed his clansmen in nothing but his shorts and tank top. "God damn it, Rikio. You said you'd call me not- What the fuck are you doing here, mutt?"
"Kusanagi 'ordered' me to come apologize." Eric simply replied, receiving an un-amused look from the other, before he moved to shut the door.
"Well tell him I don't give a fuck and I'll see him tonight when I come back to the bar."
"He said I couldn't go back till you forgive me." The look of irritation he got in return could've set him on fire if HOMRA's flames had the ability to light people aflame just by glaring at them.
"Well too bad, because I'm not. Now fuck off." Yata ordered, before slamming the door in his face.
Something that had the younger sighing at the skateboarder's childish actions, as he moved to lean against the railing across from the other's door and watched it.
"I'll just stand here then." Eric spoke, shoving his hands into his pockets. "I've got nothing better to do."
"Suit yourself!" Yata yelled from inside of his apartment, while shuffling could be heard and the teen could only guess he walked away from the door.
"I'll just talk to myself too, since you can't hold a decent conversation with anyone." He continued, pulling his phone out of his pocket and unlocking it to look through his e-mails. "And since you can't speak proper English either."
A small crash could be heard from behind the door, before blue eyes moved to the metal surface and a small smirk fell over his lips. Hook, line and…
"Probably should've had Kōsuke teach you, since you can't even learn from someone a few years younger than you. Not to mention you have the attention span of a goldfish. It takes you forever to learn to even learn a single word. It's going to take you forever before you can actually hold a conversation-"
"I can so too hold a fucking conversation!" Came the pissed yelled, as the door flung open and the angered vanguard came into view. "Try me, you stupid mutt!"
"Well, looks like someone has been practicing." The blonde teased, getting a glare from the other. "How far will it take you though?"
"Test me and find out." Came the determined growl, making the younger smirk.
"Alright. Then you going to let me inside?"
"Fuck no."
"You do realize all you do is swear, right? Can you say anything besides swear words?"
"I thought I just fucking proved that a few seconds ago." Yata frowned, and still obviously pissed, while the blonde pushed off the railing and moved toward the vanguard.
The chestnut-haired teen's fingers twitching around the door, and silently threatening to slam it in his face, before he stopped right in front of the other and leaned down so they were inches apart. A move that had the older moving away from him slightly.
"I don't know if I can believe you when you swear in every sentence, Yata…chan."
The look of pure hatred that fell over the skateboarder's face could put even the Silvers of all people straight to hell, before fingers roughly grabbed the front of his hoodie and molten hazel eyes bore into him.
"I'm going to kick your fucking ass."
"Bring it, Yata-chan."
"You asked for it." Came the growl, before he was harshly yanked into the older's apartment and his world suddenly tilted drastically.
Blue eyes widening in surprise, and the blonde barely finding anytime to yank his hands out of his pockets, before he was slammed into the floor and the door to the apartment shut and locked somewhere behind him. A blur of black and green barely registering in his vision, before a fist slammed into his face and the younger bit back a hiss in pain. The blonde barely finding enough time to catch the other hand, that tried to rearrange his face, but somehow managed it, just as he looked up into pissed off hazel orbs and smirked.
"So you like it rough, huh?" The younger teased, before he swung his leg out and caught the other off balance. A satisfying grunt leaving the older, the moment he slammed into the floor beside him, as the blonde rolled over on top of the other and leaned in to brush his mouth against the other's ear. "I can play rough then."
"Like hell you can, mutt." Came the challenging reply, before the he was suddenly elbowed in the gut and slammed into the wall. Their faces inches apart, and the smaller one of them stiffening, as a knowing smirk fell over the blonde's face and he leaned a little closer. "What are you-?"
"You're pretty red, Yata-chan." Came the younger's teasing reply, their lips brushing together and the chestnut-haired teen jolting away from him.
"Sōlt, don't." Yata ordered, eyes narrowing at the other, just as the teen grabbed his arm and held him a foot from him. "Sōlt-"
"What, you scared of a little kiss?"
"N-No."
"Then why you running away? I thought HOMRA's vanguard didn't run away."
"I'm not."
"Then why-"
"You want me to be serious, Sōlt?" The older interrupted, stopping the blonde in his tracks as he watched the teen in front of him.
His hazel eyes as bright and alive as his flames, while he seemed to be doing everything in his power to hold back. To hold back what he didn't know, but whether it was to beat the shit out of him, or whatever he may have in mind, he didn't know nor did he think he wanted to know.
"I-"
"So you're going to back out, huh?" A scoff left the older, as he slowly got to his feet and dusted himself off. An annoyed look on his face, it obvious he was still pissed, before he picked up the beanie off the floor he didn't realize had fallen off the other's head and pulled it back on. "Knew you'd chicken out, worthless mutt."
A heavily silence fell over them, while the vanguard headed down the hall and left him leaning against the wall. Blue eyes staring down at the spot the other had been kneeling in front of him only moments ago, before the moved to watch the other disappear into the kitchen and listen to the fridge open.
Did…did Yata just walk away from him? Their captain of the frontlines, their vanguard, Yatagarasu, just abandoned a fight?
"Yata?" Silence met him, until the blonde slowly got to his feet and headed further into the apartment. The messy living room coming into view, and the door to the kitchen not long after, as he moved to the doorway and glanced inside to find the older leaning against the small dinning room table in the room. A glass of water in one hand, and his beanie now in the other, as he slowly drank the contents and ignored him. "Yata-"
"Unless you wanna leave here black and blue I'd suggest you leave, Eric." Yata tried to threaten; yet it sounded more like a suggestion than a threat.
"What are you going to do if I stay?" The blonde challenged, while the older looked down at the glass in his hands and swirled the liquid around inside of it, as if he was thinking really hard.
"Probably fuck you into the nearest surface."
"Well-…wait, what?!"
The moment the blonde squeaked in shock it took everything he had to hold back both a blush and a laugh. Especially when the younger's face turned red and blue orbs stared at him in shock.
"I'm not repeating myself." Yata quietly mumbled, before setting the glass on the table behind him and playing with the beanie in his fingers. "So either leave or get over here, Sōlt."
The silence that fell over them moments after wasn't very surprising for the skateboarder. Especially since he probably wasn't making a shred of sense anymore. First he was overly pissed, then moved to trying to beat the crap out of the other, froze at the worst time possible, and then walked away like it never happened…which he never did.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Came the expected question, and he didn't even bother flinching when the blonde demanded it, just pulled his beanie back over his head once more and held back the urge to rip it off his head again. He was still between keeping it on and keeping it off.
"Your guess is as good as mine at this point." He replied, running his palms over the fabric of his hat and resisting the urge to yank it off his head. "I'm a fucking mess."
"No kidding."
"I didn't ask-!" A moment of silence fell over them, after the sudden outburst, and the look of confusion that fell over the younger's face had him cursing under his breath and yanking his hat off his head once more, before he walked over to the other and grabbed the front of his hoodie. "Fuck it."
"Yata-" The rest fell on deaf ears as the chestnut-haired male smashed their lips together and listened to the other gasp in surprise. Blue eyes staring at him in complete shock, and the teen standing stock still in front of him, before he pulled their lips apart and frowned at the other. "Wh-wha-"
"If you stupidly ask me what I'm doing I'm going to kick you out of the apartment." Yata interrupted, glaring at the other, even when his cheeks started to heat up. "So pick. You staying or going, Sōlt?"
"Um…" The look of pure shock and confusion on the others face almost had him holding back a laugh, before a soft chuckle fell past his lips and blue eyes narrowed at him. "What's so funny?"
"You should see the look on your face. Priceless."
"Shut up, Chi-" The rest was suddenly cut off when the hand still in the teen's hoodie suddenly yanked him to the side and slammed him into the fridge. The huge object letting out a noise of protest, and the younger hissing in pain, before he looked at the other and sent him a small glare. "The fuc-"
"Call me a Chihuahua again, and I'll show you why I've been HOMRA's vanguard for so long." The chestnut haired male quietly whispered into his ear, a threatening edge to his tone, and the look in his eye making the other shiver, before he gained a small nod and he let go of his hoodie. "Good."
Yet the moment he let go of the fabric, and moved to step away from his fellow clansmen, the last thing he expected was the hand that suddenly shot out at him to grab the back of his head and pull him toward the blonde. A small gasp leaving the vanguard's lips, before Eric's smashed into his own and practically smothered him. His other free hand moving to grab at the back of his tank top, and pull closer to the taller, till he managed to get ahold of himself and sent a small glare at the teen trying to take control over him.
Something he wasn't going to be taking lightly, just as he slid his foot under the taller's legs and sent him tumbling to the floor. The gasp, and crash, that sounded almost making him smile in victory, before he moved to straddle the other and let his flames flare out when the other tried to flip them over. A move that seemed to make the other freeze in his action, while blue eyes stared up at him in surprise and the older smirked.
"Whose top dog now, huh, mutt?" Yata teased, just as those eyes staring up at him narrowed and he upped the heat in his fire till it started to lightly singe the fabric covering the both of them. Something that had the blonde jolting under him and suddenly falling still. "I wouldn't try that if I were you."
A scoff left the blonde, before his own power came alight across his body and hands suddenly grabbed at his hips. Lips pressing against his own, and the blonde's tongue breaching his mouth, as he was pulled up onto his feet and toward the doorway to the living room. The vanguard struggling to keep his footing, and focus on the inner battle between the two of them, just as they crossed into the living room and the older smirked. A look that seemed to confuse the blonde, before he was shoved up against the couch the moment they got close enough to it. The taller's legs catching on the edge, and Eric letting out a curse when he toppled over and across the length of the piece of furniture, while Yata held back a chuckle and straddled his fellow clansmen as if he planned the entire thing.
"You were going to say something, mutt?"
"I'm not a mutt, Chihuahua."
"You look like one from where I'm sitting." The older teased, before he leaned in and kissed the blonde.
Eric's hands instantly at his hips, and digging into the fabric of his shorts, while the smaller of the two slid his hands under his fellow clansmen's hoodie and slid them up his chest. His lips moving to press against the taller's neck, and nip at the skin there, till the other's thumbs dug into his hips and a soft groan fell past his lips. A noise that had the vanguard's face flushing, and jolting away from the ex-gang pet, just the teen sat up to meet him and slid his hands up to the bottom of his tank top. The blonde's fingers sliding under the fabric, and yanking the article of clothing off of him before he even realized what had happen, while the younger smirked.
"You were saying?"
"Fuck you." A chuckle left his fellow clansmen, as he pressed the vanguard against the armrest of the couch and brushed his lips against the skateboarder's ear. Their bodies pressed together, and making the chestnut-haired teen shiver. "Don't fucking-"
"Make me, Chihuahua." The blonde teased, just as the magenta-tinged flames fluttering around the vanguard heightened in intensity and the taller didn't hesitate to lift him up off the couch and against him as he stood, heading for the bedroom.
"Sōlt-!" A heat filled kiss was pressed against his lips, before he was suddenly pressed into the mattress of his own bed and the blonde hovered over him. Blue eyes almost on fire, and their clan's aura fluttering around them, while the older used the slight distraction to get his fellow clansmen out of his hoodie. The blonde thankfully not protesting, and letting him toss the article of clothing to the floor, as those hands pressed against his hips once more and fingers dove under the fabric. The instant skin touched skin making the vanguard jolt, just before he drove his knee into the taller's side and ignored the hiss that fell past his lips. A bit of weight, and the slight distraction, instantly flipping their positions as the skateboarder frowned down at the blonde now under him and didn't hesitate to let his fire grow in height or intensity.
"Not happening, Sōlt." Yata growled, before he was pulling the others pants down without a bit of hesitation and blushing when he noticed the obvious bulge in his fellow clansmen's boxers. His change of expression seeming to humor the ex-gang pet, as he raised an eyebrow at him and moved to sit up. A move the skateboarder didn't allow, as he shoved the other back down and yanked down the blonde's last article of clothing. "Shit."
A chuckle left the teen below him while a hand moved up to caress his cheek and fingers tugged at the strands of hair falling into his face.
"Like what you see?" Eric teased, before the chestnut-haired male quickly pulled himself together and leaned over to yank his bedside table drawer open.
"Shut up, Sōlt."
"I think you do." The chuckle came again, while fingers dove under the waistband of his shorts and boxers, yanking down both piece of clothing simultaneously. A move that had the vanguard jolting in surprise the moment he grabbed the bottle he had been looking for and harshly swallowing when the blonde's fingers trailed down the back of his thighs, slowly pushing the fabric further down his legs and to his knees. "You look tense, Chi-"
The flames that surrounded Yata suddenly grew to increasingly heated temperatures, making the blonde wince and pull his hands away from him, till the older leaned back on his knees and rid himself of the clothes around his legs.
"Told you not to call me that."
"I remember."
"Then you're an idiot."
"Or maybe I'm just playing with fire." The cocky look that met his only had the older huffing, before he uncapped the lotion and blue eyes moved to the object. "If you think I'm bending over easily you're wrong."
"Same here, mutt." Yata replied, before he was suddenly pushed against the mattress. The heat of his flames singeing the sheets, and leaving a soft burning smell to fill the air, while the blonde took the bottle from him and didn't pay a shred of attention to the lotion already covering the vanguard's fingers. "Don't bother, Sōlt."
"Too bad, Chihuahua." Yet when a gasp left the blonde's lips, and the bottle in his hand clattered to the floor, the older couldn't help but smirk and press the finger now in the younger further into him. "Fuck, Yata."
"I'd say I told you so, but I'm done repeating myself." The vanguard spoke, pressing the digit in the other deeper and biting his lower lip when the teen above him gasped.
Eric's arms shaking, and it seeming to take everything he had to not let them give out, before he was burying his face into the skateboarder's neck and letting out short curses in English. Each choppy threat, and swear, only pushing the older forward, as he slowly worked three fingers into the blonde and threaded his free hand through his hair. The messy strands soft in his fingers, and parting to show the taller's flushed ears, till he pulled his fingers out of ex-gang pet and smirked at the soft whimper that filled his ears.
"Sorry, were you enjoying that?"
"Go to hell, Chi- Yata." Eric quickly corrected, after noticing the raised eyebrow the skateboarder gave him, before he hesitantly sat up and seemed to be pouting at him more than he was glaring. Even if his eyes were narrowed at him and his eyebrows were furrowed. "So you really doing this to the end?"
"We wouldn't be in the bed otherwise, Sōlt." The frown that fell over the blonde's face almost had him chuckling, since it looked like he was actually upset with him, before the older sat up and nudged the taller's hip to silently tell him to move.
"I'm not moving."
"You'd rather do it like this and have it hurt?" The vanguard challenged, getting a displeased look from the ex-gang pet. "Then move off me, Sōlt."
"You're as romantic as a rock." Came the grumbled reply, while the younger moved off him and let out a gasp when the older pressed him into the mattress on his stomach. "Yata-"
"Just relax, would you. I know what I'm doing."
"How the hell do you know about that?" Eric snapped back, looking over his shoulder to glare at the older. "You're a virgin, idiot."
"I have my ways." He replied, reaching over the edge of the bed to grab the bottle of lotion and squirt some into his hand, sighing when he noticed the blonde practically glaring at him. "I asked someone."
"Who?"
"Not telling, they'll kill me." The frown that deepened upon his explanation wasn't even glanced at, while the skateboarder lathered up his length and the blonde glared holes into him, moving to get up. "Oi, stay still."
"You're not taking me from behind."
"And I'm trying to make this easier, now quit complaining."
"Why are we even doing this?" Eric demanded, making the chestnut-haired male frown and his eyebrow to twitch.
"Seriously?" When blue eyes blinked at him, he ignored the urge to slap his palm against his forehead and took a deep breath. "It should've been obvious by now, but I like you."
If he didn't think the blonde's eyes could get wider, he had just proven wrong.
"What?"
"For fuck sake, Eric, why the hell do you think we're naked and about to have sex in the first place?!" He demanded, before the ex-gang pet looked away from him and the older almost slapped himself. Right, stupid question, he was talking to the most emotionally and physically abused person in their clan. He needed to make this simpler. "I like you, and when we argue you rile me up…which I don't completely hate."
Yet the look on the blonde's face didn't seem convinced and the older had to mentally tell himself to take it one step at a time before he threw all reason out the window and took him anyway.
"Look, I've liked you for awhile now and…oh fuck this, I'll use the shorter version. I liked you since you first called me a Chihuahua and I've been dealing with your crap ever since, but every time you argue with me I can't tell if you're flirting with me or trying to piss me off." He explained, trying to ignore the wide blue eyes watching him.
"So…earlier in the hall…"
"Yeah." A moment of silence fell over them, before he sat back and crossed his arms over his chest. "Sure you pissed me off, but I wasn't going to try and permanently hurt you, just try and blow off some steam. You made it worse though."
"Right…" The rest trailed off, till the blonde's face turned red and the skateboarder raised an eyebrow. "So you actually like me…why?"
"You're cute, despite your annoying attitude." Yata admitted, his cheeks darkening. "And you don't really give a crap if I talk shit, and you talk back. The others don't usually do that unless they want a death wish, but you don't care."
"Well yeah, you can't do worse."
"So you don't hate me?" A shake of the head left the blonde, before he laid back down and looked back at him. "Eric-"
"Go ahead."
"Wha-?"
"Don't ask why, you wanted to do it so badly a few minutes ago. Go ahead before I change my mind." Came the order, the older barely able to catch the red hue now coloring the blonde's cheeks and neck.
"Right." And before the Eric could get the chance to change his mind, the skateboarder pressed the tip of his cock against the other's hole and pressed into him. A soft hiss reaching his ears, and the younger's fingers digging into the sheets, before blue eyes glared back at him and he gave the other a small smile. "Told you it'd hurt."
A huff was his only reply, as he carefully bottomed out and gently rubbed his fingers into the younger's hips. Eric's fingers now white amongst the mattress, and tangled amongst the fabric, while blue eyes glanced back at him.
"You ok?" A nod was the blonde's only reply, before his face flushed a darker red and looked away from him.
"Move." The word was so quiet he barely heard it, but when it finally reached his ears he didn't hesitate to carefully pull out to the tip and thrust back in.
Eric letting out a soft hiss, and burying his face into the pillow in front of him, while the older started a careful set of thrusts into the younger. Each one electing a wince or noise of displeasure from the other, till he brushed against something inside of him and a moan filled the air. The fingers tangled amongst the sheets loosening slightly, and the blonde suddenly relaxing underneath him, before he glanced back at him and gave him a little glare. Almost as if he was asking why he stopped.
A look that had him chuckling, and picking back up to hit that very spot each time, as soft moans started to fall from the other's lips. The pitch slowly heightening, with his slowly increasing speed, till the blonde was suddenly thrusting back to meet each thrust and biting down on his lower lip to hold back his cries. His back arched out, and the older cursing the moment he started to feel the younger tightening around him even further, as he sped up their pace once more and Eric let out a harsh gasp.
"Fuck, Yata. I can't…"
"It's okay. I'm not far from coming." The skateboarder replied, driving into the other once more and letting out a curse when the blonde suddenly clamped down around him and cried out his name. "Shit, Eric."
The feeling of the tight heat around him had him coming seconds after, and getting a soft whimper from the teen below him, as he managed to brace himself against the bed and keep himself from falling on top of the other. Nothing but pure heat, and their magenta tinged auras flaring around them, till they were coming down from their highs and the flames snuffed out. A soft burning smell the only thing distinguishable between their panting, while the older carefully pulled out of the blonde and collapsed beside him. His chest slightly heaving, and the teen beside him watching him with flushed cheeks, before Eric carefully sat up and winced in pain.
The small glare that was directed toward him the least of his punishment, as the younger threaded his fingers through his hair and suddenly froze the moment he passed the halfway point. Something that had Yata sitting up a well, before a second hand moved to touch the opposite side of his head, in the same spot, and wide blue eyes met his confused hazel.
"What's wrong?" Yata asked, while the blonde pressed his palms over the spots he had just been touching.
"I…I'm going crazy." Eric muttered, refusing to look at him.
"We all are, but I don't understand what you're getting out."
"I have ears." The statement was so quiet he barely heard it, but when he did he couldn't help but frown at the blonde.
"No shit you have ears. You're human."
"That's not what I'm talking about, you idiot! I have ears!" Eric yelled, before he pulled his palms away from his head and yanked two little tuffs out of his mess of blonde hair. Two objects he had to study for a few moments, before he realized they were shaped a particular way and his eyes grew wide.
"Those aren't- are they?" An angry, embarrassed, look fell over the younger's face, as he covered them back up and glared at him.
"I have dog ears." He grumbled, now glaring at him in malice.
"And how is that my fault?"
"You did something to make them appear!"
"And the hell did I do to make that possible? Huh?" Yata demanded, before a moment of silence fell over them and they both flushed. "You don't think-"
"No. Not possible."
"Should we ask Kusanagi-san then?"
"What the fuck are we supposed to tell him? You fucked me and now I have dog ears?!" Eric snapped, making the vanguard sigh and glance at his watch on his side table.
"I've got an idea."
"So, you were riding down the sidewalk and you turned the corner, colliding with Eric, right?" HOMRA's bar owner asked, while both clansmen nodded, and the others quietly watched them. Kōsuke sitting beside the blonde, while he played with his new ears, something he gave up trying to correct since he knew the animal lover wasn't going to stop anytime soon. Hell, Shouhei looked seconds from jumping at him and attacking him in a hug, but Bandō seemed to be holding him back. "Well, according to Scepter Four's second in command that's not possible."
"Huh?"
"What?" They two of them spoke simultaneously, while the bar owner waved his phone in his hand with a small amused smirk.
"According to Ms. Awashima, Eric's new appendages aren't a regular occurrence. In fact, something like this is only common in strains." He explained, the teen slowly paling when he felt his battling partner halt in playing with his new ears. "In this particular case, it seems you had some dormant strain gene and a strong surge of power activate it. Also, according to Scepter Four's records, something like this usually doesn't happen unless there is a close, intimate, relationship between a strain and a clansmen."
The deathly silence that followed had all eyes on the two of them, as Yata harshly swallowed and flinched when Chitose suddenly grabbed his shoulders.
"Something you wanna tell us, Yata-chan?" The brunette teased, while the younger suddenly yanked his hood over his head and tried to hide his face.
"M-Me?! Why the hell do you think I'm involved with this?!" The vanguard demanded, before Bandō yanked the hood off the blonde's head and pointed to his neck when he turned to glare at him.
"Because Eric wasn't covered in hickeys when he left to go apologize to you." The hooded man spoke; successfully turning the ex-gang pet's face a bright red and silencing the entire room. "S-Seriously?"
"Yata-chan isn't a virgin anymore?" Chitose asked, his voice distraught, till Dewa smacked the womanizer in the back of the head. "Masa-!"
"How is that the first thing you think about?!" Yata yelled, while Eric just groaned in annoyance and yanked his hood over his face. "Eric-"
"I fucking hate you."
"Why do you hate me?!" Yata demanded, in English, while the others looked at them in confusion, minus Kōsuke and Kusanagi.
"You did this to me!"
"How was I supposed to know you'd grow ears?!"
"Stupid, shitty, dumbass, Chihuahua." Eric grumbled, getting up from his seat at the bar and heading for the door to the bar.
"I heard that!" The skateboarder yelled, getting to his feet and following after him. "I told you to quit calling me that, too!"
"What are you going to do? Fuck me again and make me grown a tail?!"
The slam of the front door to the bar filled the air, before everyone glanced at one another and exchanged confused and surprised expressions. Akagi glancing at his childhood friend, and the pairs' yelling filtering in from outside, before the upbeat man pointed to the door and raised a confused eyebrow.
"So are Eric and Yata-san together?"
The confused silence that filled the air only seemed to make the entire situation harder to understand, before Chitose smirked.
"Want me to go check?" The yelp that followed served as the perfect reply.
Scarlett: *waves happily* hello everyone and welcome to Cover-Up! The requested pairing/fic by RainStorm2122 during my 5 year fanfiction anniversary livestream!
Eric: *frowning at her, drooped dog ears peaking out of his hair* I fucking hate you
Yata: idk, they're kid of cute *pokes at one*
Eric: *glares at him, growling* Keep at it and I'll rip that finger off
Scarlett: *shoves Eric into Yata's lap, beaming* Anyway! I know Eric doesn't have a tail at the end of the fic, and it was kind of requested for him to have both ears and a tail, but I thought it'd be a perfect chance to make this a two part fic, since in seven hours all I could finish was this much. *beams, Yata and Eric staring at her in fear* So if you guys want a part two, let me know please! Reviews are very welcome, too, since I'm still pretty new to K fanfictions and such.
Eric: *glares at her, frowning* You're just not capable of writing a one shot, are you?
Scarlett: *flinches, looking away and clearing her throat* anyway, please review!
Yata: She totally isn't! How can you not write a one shot! It's one fucking chapter?!
Scarlett: *blushing* Both of you shut up and go make love somewhere! *shuts the camera off*
K and it's characters do not belong to me. They belong to Furuashi Hideyuki, GoHands, and GoRA.