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"The night before the morning after"
Fandom: Di[e]ce
Rating: R18 - SEX HAPPENS
Characters: Gara and Sion
Summary: Bishoooops
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Sion couldn't recall how the fight had started exactly. It'd seemed inane at first, just another squabble that could be be chalked up to the mounting tension as November approached. A challenge in the dojo, accompanied by Gara's wide, angry smirk, answered by Sion's own aloof disdain. Nothing noteworthy.
Somewhere along the way, it got noteworthy. It got nasty and vicious. It wasn't as if bickering or disagreement or tense moments were rare between them these days, but the words this time got nasty. Cruel and dark. The turning point had been in the middle of a grapple; Gara holding Sion's face pressed to the wall, Gara's fingers twisting his hold hard enough to really hurt, not hard enough to quite damage. And then Gara had leaned in, laughing angrily, and whispered words, bitter, delighted.... Something. Sion, furious, shook him off just as Gara let go, whirled into an aggressive counter.
Sion's words in response were just as toxic, fueled by anger and hurt, and the blows they traded after that weren't exactly for practice, weren't exactly held back. Sion couldn't remember all the venom he unleashed at Gara, verbally, to have it returned in kind, blow for blow, physical and verbal, the gloves off, the hits aimed not to disable, but to decapitate. Sion didn't know what expression he wore while they fought, but Gara's was angry and elated. They ended up wrecking one of the walls and the door before Sion got Gara beneath him on the floor, straddled, both of them bloody and panting, a wonder neither of them was broken or dead.
The moment stretched, Gara pinned, Sion angry, neither moving.
"C'mon princess. Do something." Gara taunted, and rolled them over when Sion remained frozen. The next few minutes couldn't even be called a fight so much as mindless violence--grappling, punching, hair pulling, scratching, even biting, they rolled over together, each trying to get the upper hand, pressed close but trying to push the other back, a weird, bloody, brawling confusion of limbs.
Eventually they ended with Sion on top again, fingers around Gara's neck, panting and staring with an expression of open hate, a strange mix of aggressive and vulnerable. They were still in that second of tension, and then Gara laughed, harsh and loud, breaking the silence to shift, arch his hips up against Sion's, pressing their crotches together, making Sion jolt and blush, angry and humiliated at the wordless attention brought to the erections they both had, the result of adrenaline and action and too much touching, hands on each other's bodies through the whole fight, despite the charged negativity in the air and the violence in each touch; Sion was furious at the action, at even getting aroused by the situation. Gara looked fiercely amused as Sion's fingers loosened their grip on his neck.
Before Sion could hiss something angry or get up, Gara had his fingers in Sion's hair, dragging the other down with a rough, painful jerk of his hand, until their lips met in a clash of teeth that was anything but affectionate. Sion grunted, pressed into the kiss with his tongue to combat Gara's own advances, too angry and turned on to care.
Gara laughed again, and Sion bit him for it, leaving red swelling on Gara's lower lip to go along with bruises already forming.
"Tch--! Acting all bitchy when you're that hard! Ha!" Gara ran his hand down Sion's side, over his ass, and Sion's retort was to shove Gara's shirt up and rake his fingernails over one of his scars, eliciting a hiss that turned into half a laugh, half an appreciative groan.
From there it was a matter of violent caresses and soft, harsh taunting in place of endearments. Gara got Sion's pants off first, Sion got Gara to react with curses with a combination of lips and teeth. There was some tension as they vied for top. It was Gara's mocking dare that left Sion pinning Gara and straddling him once they were both naked.
Minimal preparation and a lot of tension meant that Sion lowering himself on Gara was accompanied by biting his own wrist. When Gara attempted to say anything other than curse and hold Sion's hips, he got a fist to the face and a bloody nose for the effort in dirty talk. After that Gara just watched with a grin until Sion settled on top of him, adjusting to Gara inside. After that, they fought again, Sion setting the pace and Gara bucking his hips at times, or moving, disrupting it, watching and laughing every time he got a new expression out of Sion. The sex wasn't great, it was rough and dirty and over fast, both of them cumming within minutes of really starting.
Afterwards, Sion rolled off of Gara, lay panting a moment. A few times, he nearly spoke, back turned to Gara, but the silence felt... Oppressive in the heavy air that smelled too much of sweat and sex and blood. A minute later, Sion was up and limping out of the room, leaving Gara sprawled on the floor.
Sion cleaned up, tended his wounds and spent the rest of the night solitary and brooding. When he got up the next day, went to Gara's room to talk, to apologize, maybe, the room was empty.
He didn't bother to try to track Gara down after that, though there was a lot he felt he needed to say. He didn't bother to try to find Gara, despite the unease and tension the empty room left him with--not a surprise to find Gara gone, but still a shock on some level--even so Sion didn't bother.
After all, it was only a month to November.
Rating: R18 - SEX HAPPENS
Characters: Gara and Sion
Summary: Bishoooops
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Sion couldn't recall how the fight had started exactly. It'd seemed inane at first, just another squabble that could be be chalked up to the mounting tension as November approached. A challenge in the dojo, accompanied by Gara's wide, angry smirk, answered by Sion's own aloof disdain. Nothing noteworthy.
Somewhere along the way, it got noteworthy. It got nasty and vicious. It wasn't as if bickering or disagreement or tense moments were rare between them these days, but the words this time got nasty. Cruel and dark. The turning point had been in the middle of a grapple; Gara holding Sion's face pressed to the wall, Gara's fingers twisting his hold hard enough to really hurt, not hard enough to quite damage. And then Gara had leaned in, laughing angrily, and whispered words, bitter, delighted.... Something. Sion, furious, shook him off just as Gara let go, whirled into an aggressive counter.
Sion's words in response were just as toxic, fueled by anger and hurt, and the blows they traded after that weren't exactly for practice, weren't exactly held back. Sion couldn't remember all the venom he unleashed at Gara, verbally, to have it returned in kind, blow for blow, physical and verbal, the gloves off, the hits aimed not to disable, but to decapitate. Sion didn't know what expression he wore while they fought, but Gara's was angry and elated. They ended up wrecking one of the walls and the door before Sion got Gara beneath him on the floor, straddled, both of them bloody and panting, a wonder neither of them was broken or dead.
The moment stretched, Gara pinned, Sion angry, neither moving.
"C'mon princess. Do something." Gara taunted, and rolled them over when Sion remained frozen. The next few minutes couldn't even be called a fight so much as mindless violence--grappling, punching, hair pulling, scratching, even biting, they rolled over together, each trying to get the upper hand, pressed close but trying to push the other back, a weird, bloody, brawling confusion of limbs.
Eventually they ended with Sion on top again, fingers around Gara's neck, panting and staring with an expression of open hate, a strange mix of aggressive and vulnerable. They were still in that second of tension, and then Gara laughed, harsh and loud, breaking the silence to shift, arch his hips up against Sion's, pressing their crotches together, making Sion jolt and blush, angry and humiliated at the wordless attention brought to the erections they both had, the result of adrenaline and action and too much touching, hands on each other's bodies through the whole fight, despite the charged negativity in the air and the violence in each touch; Sion was furious at the action, at even getting aroused by the situation. Gara looked fiercely amused as Sion's fingers loosened their grip on his neck.
Before Sion could hiss something angry or get up, Gara had his fingers in Sion's hair, dragging the other down with a rough, painful jerk of his hand, until their lips met in a clash of teeth that was anything but affectionate. Sion grunted, pressed into the kiss with his tongue to combat Gara's own advances, too angry and turned on to care.
Gara laughed again, and Sion bit him for it, leaving red swelling on Gara's lower lip to go along with bruises already forming.
"Tch--! Acting all bitchy when you're that hard! Ha!" Gara ran his hand down Sion's side, over his ass, and Sion's retort was to shove Gara's shirt up and rake his fingernails over one of his scars, eliciting a hiss that turned into half a laugh, half an appreciative groan.
From there it was a matter of violent caresses and soft, harsh taunting in place of endearments. Gara got Sion's pants off first, Sion got Gara to react with curses with a combination of lips and teeth. There was some tension as they vied for top. It was Gara's mocking dare that left Sion pinning Gara and straddling him once they were both naked.
Minimal preparation and a lot of tension meant that Sion lowering himself on Gara was accompanied by biting his own wrist. When Gara attempted to say anything other than curse and hold Sion's hips, he got a fist to the face and a bloody nose for the effort in dirty talk. After that Gara just watched with a grin until Sion settled on top of him, adjusting to Gara inside. After that, they fought again, Sion setting the pace and Gara bucking his hips at times, or moving, disrupting it, watching and laughing every time he got a new expression out of Sion. The sex wasn't great, it was rough and dirty and over fast, both of them cumming within minutes of really starting.
Afterwards, Sion rolled off of Gara, lay panting a moment. A few times, he nearly spoke, back turned to Gara, but the silence felt... Oppressive in the heavy air that smelled too much of sweat and sex and blood. A minute later, Sion was up and limping out of the room, leaving Gara sprawled on the floor.
Sion cleaned up, tended his wounds and spent the rest of the night solitary and brooding. When he got up the next day, went to Gara's room to talk, to apologize, maybe, the room was empty.
He didn't bother to try to track Gara down after that, though there was a lot he felt he needed to say. He didn't bother to try to find Gara, despite the unease and tension the empty room left him with--not a surprise to find Gara gone, but still a shock on some level--even so Sion didn't bother.
After all, it was only a month to November.