A/N: Hello, you lovelies! I just want you to know that right now, I am going through reviews and writing down requests on a list with the username, and I'm gonna tackle them all. I'm so sorry I've been gone for so long, but I plan on not being such a piece of shit. Haha.
Thank you for sticking by me. Sickleshipping (Again) for DarkLunarMidnight finally.
Chapter hnnnn: Sickleshipping
Lips land on his neck from behind. He presses into the other body, not bothering to turn around. There isn't a need to. He doesn't want to see him.
"Turn around," the other's voice is low and commanding.
No. Mariku doesn't move. He stares ahead like he can't hear. A low laugh sounds behind him. Akefia will call him difficult, now.
"You're being difficult."
I knew it.
Akefia's touches turn demanding. "Take a shower with me." No room for question.
Don't touch me.
Mariku turns his head away, eyes hard. He closes them and stands, but he's striding in the opposite direction.
"I didn't ask." Now Akefia sounds mad and it sends a thrill through Mariku.
Get angry. Hurt me. Make me bleed.
Mariku purposely keeps walking, though his step is a bit hitched. Excitement wells within him.
Here he comes, here he-
Akefia's body slams into Mariku's bringing him down on the wooden table. It cracks under their weight, because they're in no way light, and Mariku cries out as his back is cut into.
I'll fight.
Mariku bucks and kicks out, because that is what he does. He fights Akefia until Akefia can't take it and he binds him and ravishes him hungrily and leaves his body aching and bleeding.
Get angry.
Akefia narrows his eyes and grips a fistful of hair, chest rising and falling.
Hurt me.
Akefia slams his feet down and sits on his legs, ignoring the low whine he receives. Mariku craves the hurt. He knows their game.
Make me bleed.
Nails rake down Mariku's sides, making him kick and thrash. A loud moan escapes but he chokes it off.
I won't cry for you.
Akefia's lips are hungry, demanding against his. His hands are pulling. He pulls him backwards, away from the table. Mariku can feel his leg buckle, it wants to limp. He thinks Akefia has sprained something on him, but he isn't sure. And he doesn't care, either.
"I don't want to," Mariku says finally, gasping from the force of his lips and the way his hands were demanding in that delicious way. They squeezed him and kneaded skin.
"I didn't ask."
They're almost to the bathroom now, and Mariku has to repress a shudder. Still, he bucks against Akefia's hold. All a part of his act.
"Just give in," Akefia's breath is hot on his neck and he moans. "We both know this is why you keep coming back."
Mariku goes slack then, because he knows it too. If he truly hated Akefia, he'd kill him. He would have fled this apartment long ago without looking back. Instead, he disappeared for several days at a time, only to return and play hard to get.
Akefia presses him into the wall of the shower, lips everywhere. Mariku isn't even undressed yet, and his clothes feel suffocating. The water is too hot, but it doesn't matter. He sets to work tearing apart Akefia's clothing and arching into his touch when the other's hands do the same.
Akefia can feel Mariku pressing into him, wanting it. He knows all he has to do is break him down and he becomes putty in his hands. That's all well. He doesn't mind their little game, though sometimes it's more annoying than other times.
"Turn around." Akefia murmurs the order and Mariku nods quickly, turning in his hold. Akefia smiles before sinking his teeth into his neck and entering him without warning. Mariku won't mind pain. Even if he did, Akefia wouldn't care.
Mariku lets his head fall back onto his shoulder, eyes closing as his mouth opens. Akefia works his body over because he knows it better than anyone ever will. He knows where to touch to make Mariku scream.
More.
Akefia's fingernails rake over his skin and he lets out a sharp gasp as Akefia thrusts deeper. Mariku presses into him, turning his face to kiss him hard.
Don't stop.
Akefia reaches around Mariku to grip his need, squeezing a bit harder than is comfortable but Mariku doesn't mind. He never minds.
Closer.
Mariku is shoved into the wall as Akefia leans closer, breath ragged. Mariku can feel his body flexing against his and it makes him moan out louder.
Mariku comes closer. He always does. Sometimes he wonders if Akefia waits for him, but that would mean that Akefia is considerate.
Mariku dismisses the thought and shudders as Akefia's seed fills him. Sometimes he likes it, but other times it's annoying. He's left alone to clean himself up.
Akefia pretends to be busy when he's done. He pretends not to see him slipping through the door. He pretends, because the game has started anew.
A/N: I'm sorry it's sorta short, but there's very little plot I can come up with for Sickle. I'm also sorry for grammar/spelling. Hhnng. I don't feel like checking over it. I'm not sure what's next. I just wrote the requests down but I don't plan on doing them in any order. Thanks for reading. I'll not be a piece of shit in the future!
I love you all.
~Nightingale.