Airzel wasn't really in the mood for Stoica's antics. Correction: he was never in the mood for them.

Then again, Stoica's antics never usually involved walking into Airzel's room, literally pouncing on his lap, and initiating a makeout session.

"Seriously Stoica, I'm not in the mood." Airzel grunted, trying to push the ginger off of his lap.

"Airzel… please…", he panted, "I really need this right now."

"Whatev-mmph!" Airzel was about to retort but got cut off by Stoica kissing him and literally almost gagging him with that stupid tongue of his. Then, with no warning, Stoica pulled away and began to take his shirt off.

"Oh no you ain't. You put that fucking shirt back on right now. There is no way in hell that I am fucking you right now. Not today, not ever. This relationship is strictly platonic and I swear to god if you don't get dressed right now I am going to fucking sterilize you."

Stoica responded by throwing his shirt across the room and then proceeding to undo his pants.

"God DAMNIT Stoica!"

Stoica ignored Airzel's anger as he flung his pants into the far corner of Airzel's room. His boxers were removed next, leaving him completely nude with a rather large erection.

Airzel tried really hard not to look at Stoica's dick. He tried really, really hard. It was the struggle of the century. The problem was, it was just like… right there. Stoica was sitting on Airzel's lap and his stupid dick was right fucking there, just kind of pressing against Airzel's groin... and it was really difficult to ignore.

Suddenly, Airzel found himself with a boner as well. God damnit, he thought, I guess I'm gonna have to fuck him.

"You wanna get fucked?" Airzel asked. Stoica nodded. "Good. Because you're gonna get fucked. Get on the bed, loser. And by the way, I'm not going to enjoy this." Airzel quickly removed his clothes and got on the bed with that fucking loser, Stoica.

"Flip over, and bite the pillow. I'm going in dry." Airzel had decided against lube because he really didn't care whether he tore apart Stoica's dumb asshole or not; he just wanted to get this shit done and over with.

Stoica did as he was told, and a few seconds later Airzel slammed his dick into Stoica's ass. Stoica let out a half-scream, half-moan that was muffled by the pillow clenched tightly in his mouth. "God, you're so fucking tight. Stupid little shit. I hate this, and most importantly, I hate you." Stoica tried to mumble a response but instead found himself moaning out unintelligible noises as Airzel thrusted again, hitting him right in his most sensitive spot.

It became a vicious cycle. Airzel would thrust, Stoica would make some weird dumb noise into the pillow, and Airzel would insult him before thrusting again.

Thrust.

Moan.

Snide remark.

Thrust.

Moan.

Snide remark.

After a short while of thrusting, moaning, and snide remarks, Stoica's moans became a bit louder and Airzel could feel himself on the brink of release as well.

"Airzel… I... I'm… ohgodohgod..."

"Yeah... I… I know. Sh-shut up." Airzel could barely form the words yet he somehow managed to spit out that one last snide remark before reaching orgasm and coming right inside of Stoica. The ginger-haired Gundalian came right afterwards, getting his stupid spooge on Airzel's perfectly nice bed. Airzel pulled out of Stoica's stupid butt and gave him a death glare.

"God damnit, Stoica, you came all over my goddamn sheets."

Stoica just kind of smiled and sat up, then quickly kissed Airzel on the cheek before limply flopping back down onto the bed.

"Get the fuck out of my room."

A/N: Ha ha wow it's my first time actually finishing a smut fic! I'm not very good at this. Also I'm not even in the Bakugan fandom anymore, I just really love Airzel and Stoica. I have issues.

You're probably wondering, "Terra, why aren't you working on Linking Arms and Skipping?" Ha ha, good question, astute reader! And the answer to that is