Meeting Chris's father hadn't exactly been part of anyone's plans. Fang was annoyed it might have killed the mood he had worked so hard on. Much to his surprise, as he rounded back to the bedroom, Chris stood from the bed abruptly, butting up against Fang and knocking him back a step. While he was still off balance, Chris side-stepped around him, leading the mongrel by his persistence to get his lips back. Before Fang had any clue, Chris slipped a hand behind Fang's neck, wadding his hair up like a handle on him. All he had to do was tip Fang's head back, staring down into his eyes and Fang went down. He plopped onto the bed, dragging Chris closer between his legs by his hips. Fang squirmed out of his underwear once more and this time he was staying out of them. "Sit on my dick, bitch."
Chris cringed, pulling away just enough to not reward that dumbass remark. God, he looked so stupid. Sounded stupid. Acted stupid - no, that wasn't an act. There was no win-win here. This...thing, whatever it could be called. It was, by definition, a relationship of sorts. There was only one decision that made sense here. Chris's brow twitched slightly as he felt a pang in his chest. One that shouldn't be there. Even worse, it made his cheeks hot too. He hated this feeling.
Fang leaned back, almost like he was worried. Out of nowhere, Chris just pulled out a smirk. Fang did briefly look behind himself, just in case there was any other reason for it. Nope. "Damn, you're either about to blow my dick or murder me and I'm so hard for either one. Fuck."
Chris still didn't say a word. So many thoughts were whirring around in his head. And it wasn't just about Fang. It was like his mind was in a cyclone of endless "what if's" and doubts to keep himself from making a mistake that may stunt his path. He didn't feel the need to be the best of the best but he wasn't going to settle for anything less than what he knew he could achieve. Should he keep a position at RidgeRunner? Should he pursue the offer at Pemberley? What if Kate came back? Why did he think about her? What would she think of him being around Fang? What image did Fang cast on him? They weren't really good for each other. Did he really want that? Was this all wrong?
Maybe he'd just let himself go and see what he did without thinking to restrain himself. He laid a hand on Fang's shoulder, pushing him back. He followed him down, leaning against him to lock lips again. He felt the twinge in his chest again. Right to his core, making him exhale heavily. The same nauseating ache that he felt time and time again when he was about to make a bad decision. So many times before: mostly to his father, sometimes to a friend, sometimes to more than a friend; without a doubt it all came back to bite him in one way or another. It wasn't like he was ignoring the potential consequences. It was like he craved them. So...what was the harm in one bad choice if ultimately it gave him what he wanted in the end anyway? Was it really a bad choice then?
Fang watched as Chris pushed off the bed, looking over to his luggage bag. Fang smirked and laced his hands behind his head, splay-legged and quite comfortable on the bed. "Look at you be a good boy. Where's your piss and vinegar? You haven't called me dog shit yet. Are you really gonna kill me? Don't cut my dick off as a trophy until I'm at least mostly dead, please. Surely, I've earned that mercy, right?" Fang rolled to his side, chatting up a storm to the unusually quiet Chris. It was slightly unsettling. He smiled with relief as he only grabbed the lube and not a machete. Not that Fang really thought Chris had it in him to be a killer but it was always the "good ones" that turned out to be psychopaths, right?
Fang turned over, sitting up to get a good look at the action as Chris stripped down again. He could get used to looking at that well maintained body. He stroked past the piercings on his dick, getting good and ready to get crowned. "Fuck, you sure got all cocky," he chuckled as Chris shoved him back again.
Chris's smirk returned, "You noticed?"
Fang raised a brow slowly, not really following what Chris meant. Not at first. Whatever it was, he was hot. He heard the pop of the bottle snap open and the tear of the package. He rubbed his hands down Chris's sides, "You're thinking of something fucked up, aren't you?"
"I'm looking at it right now."
Fang was kind of liking whatever this was. The shit was still smirking. Fucking cute. Fang flinched out of his wet fantasy of Chris bouncing in his lap, "Oh, fuck, hello there, sir?" He glanced down and sure as shit, there were two fingers jammed in his ass! Where the- Chris was the one suited up!? "You sneaky bitch," Fang huffed. "Getting me all excited-"
Chris shoved him down again, laying over him, digging his fingers in deeper, "Do I need to tell you to shut up?"
Fang nipped at his chin, "Do I need to tell you I'm not some pussy-ass bottom bitch? You even know how to use that thing, little boy?" Honestly, Fang was interested. The shit talked a lot of talk, but he had yet to see any evidence that he could walk the cock. But after the last time when he said Fang wasn't good enough to bang, he was curious to know just what was so special anyway. Then he could give him hell over it forever.
Chris scoffed, grabbing Fang by his thighs and yanking him back to the edge of the bed. That got an excited, "Weee!" from Fang who wasn't making this the least bit arousing. This was the consequence of Chris's actions already taking immediate effect. Challenge accepted.
Chris pressed one of Fang's knees forward, leaning down and slapping a hand over his mouth. To no surprise, he felt Fang's tongue piercing bump underneath his fingers, followed by teeth teasing to take a bite. Chris chuckled, staring down at Fang like the freakshow he was. He was so disgusting.
Fang groaned, feeling the obvious change of pressure from fingers to a dick getting railed into his ass. What a douche! He was always nice to Chris's ass! He bit down on Chris's hand over his mouth, taking a couple fingers as hostage.
Chris seethed, glaring at Fang but he didn't stop grinding into him either. Fuck him. At least he couldn't run his dumb mouth like this. "Figure it out, dumbass. Chew on me and I will fuck you up. Learn."
Fang cringed through the few hard thrusts Chris gave him but he was already settling into it. Sure, he didn't bottom often but that didn't mean he didn't throw himself at some hunky leather bears every now and again. Nothing hotter than getting a sweaty man in leather chafing his asscheeks from the chaps pounding into him. But, this was kind of hot too. He didn't ever picture Chris being the rough lover type given how much Fang always had to hold back. Then, Fang did remember their first time that Chris definitely never got topped by another dude. Shit, had he always been the dominant one??? Fang was absolutely aroused by the thought; it made him chuckle. He bit down harder, wondering how far Chris was going to put up this act. He was a softie, after all.
Chris winced too but didn't stop. He had his rhythm going, hunching over Fang, his other hand used as a prop to hold him up. Goddammit. His pride hated every bit of this. Fang shouldn't even get this kind of affection. He was going to get ideas about this- Fuck, who was he lying to? Chris already knew he had his claws in Fang. What better way to self-sabotage than to let Fang in just to shut the doors and burn it all down. His fingers already felt the sting between his teeth. He clenched his fingers, grabbing his jaw firmly and tipped his head down to assert his glare even more.
Fang could bite harder. Even wanted to. At some point, he'd give in. He always did cave in to Fang. The times before that he nearly brought him to tears because he wanted to care about him. Shit. That's what the glint in Chris's eye was. That self-destructive bitch. Damn, he was good at it. He growled with a grin on his lips and spit Chris's fingers out. "Fuck, your kinks get me hard." Speaking of, Fang's hand tended to his own lonely boner not getting any ass action.
"What a good little piece of dogshit," Chris spat the words back at him with a grin. He leaned down, pushing a kiss to his lips like the treat he earned.
Fang smiled, getting into this as Chris's pants warmed his neck. Naturally, Fang's maturity never blossomed as he moaned in a high pitch nasally tone, "Mmm, choke me, Daddy~ just a little, pleeeeeaaaase."
It took Chris a moment to shift his weight to his other elbow before he had a fistful of Fang's corset ribbon piercing that crisscrossed his neck. He gave it a good tug as he fucked him.
"Hey, hey, hey," Fang's voice cracked back to his usual tone, "You be nice, fucker."
"Give me one good reason I should," Chris growled, grinning like a fox. It had been a while since he had been back on top but there wasn't a fleck of rust in his performance.
"Because you- like me," Fang teased and panted, snapping his teeth at Chris's lips, pulling him down by his neck. Damn, he knew Chris had a prime piece of dick on him. Fang grunted as Chris pushed into him again and again.
Chris chuckled, ducking out of Fang's hand and rising up. "Wrong," he said coolly, jerking on the ribbon, pulling him up like a puppet.
Fang cringed and seethed, having to arch his back and prop himself up on an elbow to save his hide, literally. He giggled boyishly as he winced from Chris banging into him. From this contorted angle, Chris had every bit of control. "Fuck you," Fang growled, "I wrote you a song and that's fucking cute."
"It was terrible," Chris tightened his grip.
Dammit, if his hands weren't busy; one propping him up and the other stroking himself - neither of which were willing to compromise their position, he could just outpower Chris. He laughed helplessly at his predicament, finding it thrilling, really. "You didn't even fuckin' listen to it, you piece of shit."
Chris contemplated for a moment. True. He tuned out whatever bullshit was coming out of Fang's mouth at the time. Chris smirked and dropped Fang's ribbon, "You're right." He said it in a way that was so simple and yet so condescending. Like he couldn't be bothered to waste the effort listening. The power play had him hot. It wouldn't be long now. He panted as his eyelids got heavy.
Fang flopped onto his back, looking up at Chris, reveling in his lusty expression. It made his loins throb to see him so openly turned on. It was addicting. Each time he saw a little more. All the times he had laughed and smiled today - fuck.
Fang was in love.
Instead of processing that thought further, Fang rolled forward, wrapping his arms around Chris and tugged him down. He entangled him in his legs too, "C'mere, Snugglebunny. Fuck me like a bus station hooker."
Chris's disgusted groan was muffled in Fang's shoulder, "Don't make me throw up now, for fuck's sake." Just when he thought he could end on a good note. Wise as Chris was, he stopped listening to Fang again. He heard the mutters and chuckles but ignored the specifics. At some point it turned into husky grumbles and hot breath on his neck that draped over his back.
Fang smirked, shuddering a breath as Chris ripped out of him. He heard the sweet satisfying clenched moan bottled up in the back of Chris's throat. He pulled Chris's head from his shoulder by his red hot cheeks. Fang bit his lip, chewing on the metal rings while he watched Chris's lips part as he panted. The way his brows quivered as if they didn't know what to do: mask the elation or just embrace how damn good it felt. Even he couldn't pull a poker face through an orgasm. Hot.
Chris's eyes shifted downward, seeing a dark smirk beneath him. The look of a prime bad decision. He had let him in. He had opened the door. Fuck it. Chris slipped through Fang's hands and enveloped him in a breathy kiss, sucking the smoke from his lungs right out of him. A true glutton for punishment. He was never going to be able to handle Chris at his worst. No one could. Not even himself.
Chris started to back up but was locked in place. He lazily opened his eyes, seeing the smoldering ones underneath him. "Where do you think you're going so soon, bitch?" Fang growled. "You're not gettin-pff-" Fang flinched and stammered, getting a fist full of plastic in his eye. He leaned his head to the side, eyeing what Chris had shoved in his face. Condoms? He looked back at Chris's dazed expression with a wicked grin. "Aw, you really do like me, Christofucker."
"Whatever," Chris sighed, pulling up from Fang so they could readjust their positions. He was lazily pulling off his own condom when Fang wrapped an arm around his shoulders and slipped a hand underneath him. Chris hunkered just slightly but was already pretty relaxed to begin with.
"You won't let me blow a load in you and you won't even fill my ass? Thought I was your trash can, Chrissy Poo," Fang hummed in Chris's ear with his chin resting over his shoulder. "You're such a modest young man. Daddio would be proud," he chuckled. All Fang got out of him was some kind of affirmative mutter. He really was somewhere else today. Well, he could just get his attention back by sliding his hand up Chris's chest and groping his pec. He didn't like his body being fondled- nope, that didn't even get a snotty reaction.
Now Fang was offended. Where the fuck was his attention? Fine. He scooched forward, swinging his legs to hang over the side of the bed with his feet on the floor. He nudged Chris's legs apart and pulled him back onto his lap. He grinned to himself, hearing a muffled grunt from Chris. "Ride this dick, Pony Boy." He pushed him down into his lap, sliding deeper and deeper into him. He chuckled and bounced a little, holding Chris to him with his arms wrapped around his waist.
Chris grunted each time he came up and went down on his dick with a little more force than the time before. Not to mention, it was so demeaning. He grit his teeth and leaned forward, catching a hand on one of Fang's knees to brace. "Fucking- asshole," he spat hatefully.
"Give me one good reason I should be nice," Fang teased, thrusting up into him. There was the pissy Chris he liked. His annoyed groan fueled his fire. That was enough torture for him. Softie. He hopped up, only sliding out of his ass until he got them both turned around. He pushed Chris's shoulders down so he could double over the bed and brace on it. Meanwhile, Fang grabbed a handful of ass and thrust into him again. He gave it a good slap once he was all the way in. He leaned over Chris, placing his hands on either side of him before he kicked up any more fuss. He got right to business, fucking into him.
He saw a beautiful side of Chris today. He'd never forget those rosy cheeks and that lusty sheen over his eyes. It was like he was high on hormones which Fang could totally relate to. Sex was a natural outlet. But more so, judging by what Chris had explained to him before, this was more than sex. "Fuck," Fang growled low, pushing hard into Chris, shoving him into the bed as he bared down on him. He growled again, forcing himself to pull out but he pressed his body right back up against Chris. He jammed a few fingers back into him just to qualm the sexual frustration. God, he wanted to be buried into him so deep as he throbbed with ecstasy.
Their pants were the only sounds in the empty room for the moment they needed to catch their breath. Fang pulled his fingers out of Chris and patted his asscheek. He couldn't leave well enough alone. "Heh, fucked you raw, bitch. You didn't even-"
Chris wheeled back with such force, he blasted Fang's face with the back of his head! Crack! "FUCK!" Fang toppled over backwards, grabbing his face and writhing on the floor. "It was a fucking joke, you psycho bitch!"
Chris glared down at him and did see the condom Fang had on. He huffed because it served him right. And then cracked a grin, "Dumb dogs do learn. Wow, I'm impressed."
Fang groaned and grumbled, sitting up slowly. "Fuck me," he rubbed his nose, checking his hand for blood. None pouring out of his nose, surprisingly. A little taste of iron where his piercings had scraped the inside of his mouth - AGAIN. These Burtons were real dickheads!! First Daddio and now Chris!? Jesus christ!
"Let's get one thing straight," Chris said coolly, peeling off his condom, finally. "That was really for the last time. I did promise," he raised an accusational brow directed at Fang's careless thinking last time they had been together. "Make a joke like that again or act on it, well…" Chris squatted down in front of Fang, "The next thing I rip off your body and jam through your eye socket will be one of these," he threatened by gingerly swiping just one finger, piercing by piercing, all the way up Fang's dick. "Learn," he growled with a smile which was a disturbing sight to behold.
Fang shivered but rolled his head back until he flopped to the floor, calling out to the heavens, "Fuuuuuck, my balls are on fire! Goddamn it, you smoldering cunt!" That was one of the hottest things anyone had ever threatened him with! If he hadn't just jizzed his brains out, damn! It made his poor loins ache again but there was no go juice left in the tank. Fuck!!
Chris wrinkled his nose with distaste at the nickname, remembering what Dave had insinuated from Fang's disgusting habits. Fucking freak. He turned from Fang writhing around on the floor to go freshen up with a hot shower. Unfortunately, he didn't have anywhere else to go for the evening or he could scrape Fang off his shoe. But the show was over and he didn't leave until morning. Fine, it would be a long hot shower. The more time alone, the better.
"You treat all your boyfriends like this?" Fang said with a cocky smirk. Chris turned back to Fang, raising an eyebrow. So Fang continued, "I'm your standard now, ey, Bitchopher? Thought I was too good for you."
Chris smirked and almost snorted at the thought. "Yeah, I have a reoccurring flaw of making poor choices in situations that matter the most." Fang was going to need more time to chew on that phrase for a while; Chris knew it.
Especially when Fang's first reaction was to rejoice, "Ha!! I knew it! You do fuckin' like me! How fucking cute is that!?"
Chris just tightened his smirk up into a sneer, almost a cringe, showing just how pitiful it was that Fang didn't understand what he just said. Chris whisked back to the bathroom, shutting the door behind him and locking it. He heard the idiot laugh to himself before a moment of silence, probably the gears turning in his head. "You fucking asshole-" Ah, there it was. The realization that Chris's statement was a backhanded insult. When he really should have dumped Fang in a gutter where he belonged, he went and claimed the sewer rat as a pet. He was already regretting it.
Chris heard Fang growl but laugh too. At least he understood just how pathetic this whole charade was. He thought maybe he heard more remarks but it was just Fang sputtering into a cough. The cough evolved into a fit. Chris rolled his eyes, not feeling the least bit sorry for him. That's what he deserved for smoking like he did. Jesus, by the sound of it, maybe he really would be rid of Fang before morning. How exciting.
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