The sound of metal scraping against metal pierces your ears and you grimace as another bead of sweat slides down your spine. Dirk draws his sword back and takes another swipe with lightning speed. The movement catches you off guard and by the time you register what happened, there's a streak of pain across your bicep and you feel the trickle of blood run down your arm.
You try to ignore the twitch of your cock in your pants.
He takes half a second to celebrate the landed hit, leaving him wide open. You act immediately, side-stepping and swinging to try to land a hit on his side with the back of your blade. The fucker blocks it and you know he's about to strike again so you jump back. He still manages to nick you though it's a superficial little thing on your neck, just enough to sting, not enough to bleed. You let out a grunt that ends in something similar to a moan and he gives you a look. You tighten your sweaty grip on the hilt of your sword and dive towards him, looking to give him a nice little welt on the shoulder. He easily parries your attack with a slice above your left pectoral.
The whine that leaves you has him stop in place, raising an eyebrow and tilting his head. You really hope he can't see the bulge in your jeans. You take advantage of his confusion and make a quick lash at his hand. With a twist of the wrist, his katana flies across the roof. He doesn't let it phase him, putting his fists up, ready to face you hand-to-sword. You sneer at him. God you just want this to be over so you can lock yourself in your room and jerk off. He's still in this though, and he's more than happy to let you know by flash stepping right in front of you and landing a blow to your jaw. It knocks you back a few steps and sends your shades soaring; you flinch when you hear them clatter on the cement.
You raise your sword once more, trying to intimidate him but it's hard when your knees are weak with lust and your cheeks are about as red as your eyes. He smirks and jumps forward, dodging your attacks and landing mocking little slaps to your cheeks before swinging his leg and kicking the sword right out of your hands. He bends down and picks it up, holding the point just centimeters from your throat. You swallow and put your hands up. Fuck, you almost had him there. You drop to your knees, as is the usual protocol, and you want to kiss that infuriating smirk right off his face.
From this angle, you can't help but look at his crotch and hey, he's hard. He plants a foot on your chest and shoves you backwards against on the cement.
He drops the sword and he's on you in an instant, grinding against your lap and biting at your lips. You groan into his mouth and wrap your arms around his waist, lifting your hips up to meet his. Gloved hands tangle in your hair and pull sharply.
"More." You whisper against his lips and you hope he heard it. "Hurt me more." He laughs softly before digging his teeth into your lip, making you whine as the skin pops and you taste your blood on his lips. You buck against him and when he sucks on the wound, you gasp. "More. Please." His hands side up your sides and rest at your arms, nails digging into the cut he gave you earlier. You cry out and practically sob. "Oooh fuck, please! Fuck me, please please please." Dirk laughs sadistically against your lips and stands up, pulling you with him.
"You're lucky Bro's not home."
The trip downstairs is unsteady and awkward but the moment you're in your room, he's ripping your shirt off and shoving you on the bed, settling between your knees and working your pants down before taking off his shirt and pulling down his sweats. You pull him down and shove your tongue into his mouth. He bites it roughly and moves down to your collarbone, sucking marks across the pale skin. You feel like your head is going to fly off your shoulders. The sound of a cap popping fills the room and you wonder briefly if he was just carrying the lube with him before you feel fingers press against your ass.
"Dirk, please!" He presses two fingers in and you cry out, raising your hips. God it burns, and it's so good. He scissors and thrusts the digits until you're a moaning puddle of nerves before adding a third. You press down on his hand, trying to make him go faster. He pulls out instead and you whimper. "Fuck, c'mon!" You reach down to stroke yourself and he smacks your hand away, clawing his nails down your inner thigh, making you yelp and your cock jump.
You grip the sheets instead, thanking every deity that you don't believe in when you feel his cockhead press against you and past the ring of muscle. He gives you no time to acclimate before pulling out to the tip and slamming back in. You scream and he does it again, starting up a merciless pace. Your eyes roll back as your lids pinch shut, your mouth streaming sounds that you can't seem to control. You pant his name desperately, begging him to bite you, scratch you, hit you, anything. He growls and grabs your hair, pulls your head to the side before sinking his teeth into the side of your neck.
The feeling of your skin splitting is what sends you screaming over the edge, riding out the hardest orgasm you've ever had. You clamp down hard around Dirk and he snarls against your skin, locking up and coming inside of you. When he pulls out, you feel his release drip out and you smile. You feel beaten and used and sore as all shit, but it's absolutely perfect. Dirk huffs out a laugh and pets your hair.
"Are you ok?" His breathing is heavy and he practically pants the question.
"Fuck. Yes." Your voice is much worse, hoarse and weak and he snickers next to you when he hears it.
"Alright, the pain slut had his fun. Time for aftercare." He pats your stomach and sits up. You groan, pulling your covers over yourself to hide from him.
"Can't I take a nap first?"
"Do you want those cuts to get infected? Because if you take a nap now, I can guarantee you that they will." Yeah, that's not a pleasant thought. You grumble and throw the sheets off of you, sitting up gingerly.
"Yeah, fine." You grouse. "But I expect royal fucking treatment."
"So rubbing alcohol and scrubbing then."
"Yes, please."