Theme #53: Addict—Hate Pair
Pairing(s): Kirihara Akaya X Kamio Akira
Requested By: Kitty723
Genera: Love-Hate
Word Count: 497
Summary: Kirihara and Kamio are hormonally confused teenagers.
Author's Notes: Um. Is love-hate a genera? D: Let's pretend it is. Also. I feel like this drabble could have turned out so much better… I'm sorry. I hope fans of this pairing enjoy it though! Love-Hate is a kink I rather enjoy. ;P I might write more for these two when this challenge ends…
Lips crushed into each other with fiery lust driven passion; blood flowing from the red haired boy's lip as his aggressor bit into it. He held back a yelp, an eye opening to glare at the boy before him. His response was just to grin and lick the red liquid up.
"I thought we agreed no biting, Kirihara…" He said, a bit annoyed with the visible wound.
"We did." Kirihara smirked and licked off another trail of blood.
They had been doing this a while—meeting after practice and doing this.
Kamio would never admit to anybody he liked when the Rikkaidai demon was kissing him. Even though bitter hate filled him at the contact, it also put him in ecstasy.
He pushed the other boy off of him, re-buttoning his unkempt clothes from their make out session.
"I need to go…" He said softly, gaze shifting from the demon's.
Kirihara instantly pouted to that news. "What for?"
"Shinji's coming over for dinner. I can't be late…" He said. It was the truth, but he could easily have spared another twenty minutes before returning home.
The Rikkai boy gritted his teeth to the mention of Kamio's best friend. He hated that guy… He was with Kamio ALL the time…
"What do you even see in that guy…? He's so… ugh… and he never stops complaining…."
"He's my best friend, so stay out of it." He said, turning to walk away.
The demon quickly took hold of Kamio's wrist, not letting him go anywhere.
"Skip dinner with him. Go out with me instead."
The speed ace whirled around, a lightning fast punch connecting with his jaw. With a groan, Kirihara hit the floor, furiously glaring up at Kamio.
"What the fuck, bastard!"
"You said we were going to continue this to release tension! Strictly physical! Why are you jealous of Shinji!"
"I'm not fucking jealous of that guy!" Kirihara insisted, enraged with the suggestion. He got up, taking hold of Kamio's collar and slamming the red head into the wall. He angrily kissed Kamio, nails digging into his skin through the shirt he still held.
Kamio did not fight him off, kissing him with clear want, mouth opening and allowing his rival in. Kirihara seized the opportunity the second the soft lips parted, tongue darting in and claiming dominance; Kamio was his.
Kamio claimed to hate Kirihara, even as their mouths were sealed in the kiss…
Kirihara was a class A jerk.… He had injured his captain and mocked him constantly. But every time they made contact… it was like… he had to have more. Like an addiction.
The two parted after the passionate moment, soft panting the only sound audible in the room.
Kirihara released the Fudomine member's shirt and set him down. "Just come with me and ditch that guy…" He muttered in a soft voice.
Kamio sighed and kissed the troubled boy on the cheek. "Fine."
Maybe his addiction was a little more than physical…