"Am I bleeding?" Kyo asked, craning his neck back. "Yagami, the hell did you do to me?"
Iori shrugged and made no move to get up. He glanced over at Kyo's side of the bed, where there was a little blood dotting the sheets. Oh well. Sometimes he got too excited when they fooled around.
"Iori!" Kyo yelled. He twisted his arms and arched his back to feel the blood. "I am bleeding! What the hell?!" Iori merely shrugged again.
"Guess I forgot to cut my nails."
"Damnit!" Kyo got up, mumbling under his breath, and made his way to the bathroom. Iori closed his eyes and tried to bask in the afterglow.
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…
"Yagami!"
His basking was very rudely interrupted by a fuming Kyo. Iori let out a very drawn-out sigh.
"What, Kyo?"
"Come here and help me with this! It's your fault," Kyo shouted, angrily waving a washcloth at him.
Iori grunted as he got out of bed. He was still a bit dazed from their rather strenuous activities. And his ass hurt, but that was to be expected. He glanced around the room for his shirt, and found it by the (mostly unused) desk by the bed.
He stumbled over something on the floor, and turned to glare at it. A book… Kyo owned those? Interesting. Maybe Iori was a good influence on him after all.
"I'm here. What d'you want?" Iori rubbed his eyes and stretched. Kyo had his back to the mirror, trying to stop the bleeding with the washcloth in his hand. He handed it to Iori and glared at him.
"Stop the bleeding. I can't reach it." Iori nodded and Kyo turned around.
"Bend over."
Kyo made a very interesting noise at that statement.
"Easier to apply pressure that way," Iori explained. Kyo huffed but complied. He certainly wasn't used to being in this position, but whatever worked.
"I've told you to cut those damn claws so many times, Yagami."
"I maintain them," Iori replied.
"Really? That's not what my bloody back is saying," Kyo shot back. Iori furrowed his eyebrows and pressed down a little harder against his back.
"It's barely anything. Less than a papercut."
"Yeah, but I don't exactly like being injured when we're- y'know," Iori smiled a bit at the way Kyo's ears turned red.
"You've hurt me during sex."
"You asked for it. Seemed like you enjoyed it, too." Now it was Iori's turn to go red.
Despite being in a relationship, their constant bickering certainly hadn't stopped. Though, it was less malicious than before. Less about killing each other now. Iori enjoyed it. He hoped that Kyo enjoyed it too.
Iori didn't reply to Kyo's last quip. He lifted the washcloth, only to see that Kyo was still bleeding a bit. Little crescent-shaped marks dotted his upper back. It really wasn't that bad, nor would it scar.
"You won't need stitches," he informed his lover.
"What a relief," Kyo replied, his voice full of sarcasm.
A few more minutes passed in silence, with Iori lifting the cloth up again to see if it had stopped. He was relieved to see that the bleeding had slowed down, and was about to inform Kyo when an idea came to him.
"Kyo."
"Hm?"
SMACK.
"YOU LITTLE-!" Kyo jumped as Iori's hand landed on his backside. Iori grinned and quickly dodged Kyo's fist, then stepped out of the bathroom to escape the follow-up.
When Iori had first seen Kyo Kusanagi, he didn't think he'd ever be running around the man's room half naked to escape his wrath.
And yet, here he was.
Kyo managed to tackle Iori onto the bed, pinning him down.
"You're a little shit, you know that?" Kyo asked, pressing his face into Iori's neck.
"I'm well aware," Iori chuckled as Kyo's lips worked their way up to his jaw. He still hadn't let go of Iori's wrists. Iori didn't mind.
Kyo pulled back and looked at his lover. He slackened his grip on Iori as he leaned in, lips brushing against the other's. Kyo didn't have to say anything for Iori to understand what the action meant. It was as natural as breathing.
Iori let his eyes slide shut as Kyo fit his lips against his own. Moments like this made him forget everything. Their history, the curse, his future. None of it meant anything. The only thing that mattered was–
"Kyooooo! Don't tell me you forgot about training today!"
A very enthusiastic Benimaru was knocking vigorously on the other side of the door. "Hey! Are you in there?" Kyo froze as the door opened.
"Kyo? Did you fall asleep aga-"
Benimaru wasn't the only one on the other side of the door.
Saisyu Kusanagi froze as he stared at his son and his… rival turned boyfriend.
"What's- oh my!" Benimaru cried, a smile playing on his lips as he took in the scene. "Well, you two look like you're having fun. Kusanagi-san, we should leave them alone."
"Huh? I- er, yes…" Saisyu mumbled. Benimaru grabbed Saisyu's arm and dragged him out, throwing a wink at Kyo and Iori over his shoulder as they left.
Once the door closed, Kyo let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding. He slumped against Iori, burying his face in the man's neck.
"Fuck," was all he could say. Iori looked up at him apprehensively, but Kyo shook it off. It wasn't like his parents didn't know about them. Kyo's mother had been the first in his family to know about their relationship. Saisyu hadn't taken it well, but was slowly coming around. The fact that Iori was in Kyo's home alone was enough to prove that Saisyu didn't hate him.
"It'll be fine," Kyo reassured him. "It's not like they don't know what we do when we're together."
He slowly got up and removed himself from the bed. Iori followed after a few moments.
"Let me finish that," Iori said, putting a hand on Kyo's back.
Once Kyo's back was no longer bloody, Iori put his clothes back on and made to leave.
"Hey," Kyo said, "cut the damn claws. I don't want this to happen again."
Iori hummed and reached for the door. Kyo grabbed his arm before he could open it, and pulled Iori in for a long kiss. Arms wrapped around each other; bodies flush. Iori almost didn't want to leave.
But he pulled away and opened the door.
"I'll think about it."
"Think about– oi! Just cut them!"
