The Raven, the Cat, and the Spider
A/N: I need/want more reviews? Yes. Yes I do. LOL. So anyway, enjoy!
Disclaimer: I only own the OC—I would kill to own Kuroshitsuji, but I can't, so I don't own it and never will.
Warnings: Yaoi.
The Raven, the Cat, and the Spider
Four: Guilty
I am not guilty of anything.
"Are you accusing me?" She was straight to the point, a sharp tongue only meant for a sharpshooter.
"I am not accusing you, I am just inquiri—" Still, he seemed to be comfortable around her, even with her murderous attitude towards him.
"With what you said earlier, it seems that you are accusing me." She was annoyed, basically, by him.
"I never said that you are guilty of my accusation, but—" He always tried to reason with her.
"No, no, no buts! I just cannot believe that you would say it straight to my face! Accusing me even!" But she never listened.
"You are as stubborn as ever." He brushed his finger through her hair; having her whipping away at the very instant they were at her neck.
"And you annoy me as always." She rolled her eyes. He strode over to her side, latching a hand around on her waist.
"What are you doing?" She said solidly, unfazed by him.
"Someone's here." He pulled her close, lips grazing her cheek.
"Ugh! If this is one of your ploys again, I might as well leave!" She pushed him away (like she would always) but to no avail.
"You shouldn't, they've locked the entire manor shut with explosives that will detonate once someone exits the mansion." He sounded serious.
"So, both of us will perish in flames then?" She sounded suggestive, sarcastically suggestive.
"So we must make due with all the time that is left before the bombs expire." He brushed his lips over hers.
"Expire meaning that they will just shut down on their own then? And not explode?"
"Hush now, my dear. . ." He locked lips with hers. Feeling his grip lighten, she pushed away and headed for the door.
"If there are bombs surrounding the outside, I'll shoot my way through them and leave you dead." And with that—
SLAM!
She was gone.
He sighed contentedly, "Now, where were we?"A figure emerged from behind a shelf; amazingly it fit behind it, let alone remain quiet in there.
"Claude?"
"Michaelis." It—he spoke in monotone.
"Now don't act like her," He frowned, "I thought we already agreed on a first-name basis."
The figure pulled him close, slamming him onto the wall, "You seem ecstatic if she calls you that."
He kisses him, the other bites back with fierce intensity no one in their right minds should ever see. Always, always fighting for dominance; rage and lust mixing into one passionate heat. Their bodies were grinding against one another, almost as quick as he had appeared.
"Why compare yourself to her? You offer much, much—"
There aren't any explosives! Damn that bastard!
He ignores her, "—More." His hand cradles the other's cheeks, tenderly, lovingly; in a way that no one could have even imagined.
"But you love her—" He sounds disappointed, his partner reassures him with a tight kiss.
"—And she loves you." The other continued, hints of playful envy lacing his tone.
"But she can never have either of us," He whispered, as his hands find themselves tangled in the other.
"Am I just a rebound to you? A mere replacement? An enhanced version of her?" He glares, jealousy and vengeance visible under rimless glasses.
"The other way around," The other whispers, "She can never satisfy me, unlike you."
"Neither does she to me." He sighs.
"She never kisses me like you do." He kisses him, rekindling the heat between them.
"She never touches me like you do." The other brushes his finger against his neck, precisely tapping his nerves, enticing him.
"She can never be as teasing as you." He nips at the other's ear.
"Nor can she ever be as delicious."
They kiss. They embrace. They hold, tease, tempt, and love each other in such a forbidding way, how can anyone not feel guilt as they watch?
It wasn't anything to be guilty about.
A/N: Wasn't what I expected, but. . . LOL. Reviews anyone?