Love to Hate You

A Liang Fai x Kumo 1Shot

Liang Fai’s POV

By: Toki-sama

I can honestly say I despised him. Even now. He was more childish then I was though he was older. I had watched him whine and fumble and trip and complain and for lack of a better term, spaz out every time he needed something. He called for Haku constantly, always in need of something, he always wanted to be consoled. It was a constant nuisance and work could never be done. Since we had come to terms with Jia, promising we would no longer fight, as in rage wars against each other since we both had equal control over Hong Kong until Jia stepped in, things had settled. Slightly. We still bickered over everything because as a man his age, his pride and ego often swelled and showed their age when I would disagree with him. My family had been running Hong Kong for generations, far be it for me to be told what to do by some man-child who can’t even have coffee because it makes him hyper and distracts him easily. That was something else we argued about. He loved to make me loose my temper when he would start daydreaming, his head in the clouds, his eyes usually focusing on something that I couldn’t see as he reached up and played with those unruly locks of black loose hair. Everything about him annoyed me. From the fact that he wore leather, to how he played with the stupid plastic bracelets on his wrists, all fifty of them. To how he started to chew on his pen and then somehow got into a competition with himself to see how long he could balance it between his upper lip and the space between his mouth and nose. His wild untamed hair, black, long and always looking unkempt and above all his childish attitude. He would get upset with me when I called him childish and when I proceeded to point out to him how he was, the arguments would begin.

I truly despised him.

But the deal we made with Jia somehow spilled over to us. One argument lead to another and before we knew, I was fucking him against his desk, somehow getting off on how he was crying my name out. I might have been younger then him, but he was still brought up to be a perfect submissive partner. After that, I thought, for just a flickering moment that we would somehow get along better. We didn’t. Everything carried on the same. The fights went on, the insults, the disagreements, the temper tantrums on his behave and then we’d end up fucking on someone’s office floor or desk. I’ve had him all over his office. On his desk, in his chair, on the floor you name it, it was done. And then right afterwards, we’d fight again. The sex seemed to be a pacifier for the both of us, we’d both stop yelling at each other for while, we’d both stop being angry and we were both satisfied in the end. Somehow, the feeling of that began to make me look forward to the next time I would be seeing him. Granted, we never took it any further then the office. It all seemed to stay there like work. I was never invited to his home, I never invited him to mine. Outside of work, it was as if we didn’t know each other. And I didn’t mind that, because unless I was fucking him, I couldn’t tolerate him.

Kumo had to have things his way. His way and only his way because he was so use to it. He would throw fits if everything wasn’t done his way. He hated having to work through any problems because it was just a disturbance for him and how things were not going his way. I sat in his office, hearing him bitch and moan constantly about how in Kowloon, there had been one too many fights among triad heads there and though he had sent out several warnings, everything continued to be the same. Meanwhile, my side of Kowloon was silent and I did nothing more then rub his nose in it.

"Maybe you should send a stronger warning. It seems they’re not taking you seriously."
That made him furious. I wasn’t sure why I provoked him when all I meant to do is give sound advice. I guess it just sounded like I was drawing him into a match with me.

"What’s that suppost to mean?!"
"Nothing. I’m just suggesting you send a stronger warning. My side has been kept silent I don’t see why your side shouldn’t. If you’d like I’ll assist you."
"I don’t NEED or WANT your help! I can run my side of Kowloon perfectly well without you thank you very much!"

I scoffed slightly as I looked to the side.
"What?"
"I didn’t say a word."
"Yeah but you did that thing! That thing where it’s like you’re saying, oh Kumo you know you need my help since I’m the big bad Liang Fai."

His sing song voice irritated me. I looked back at him as I said,

"You’re such a child."
"Actually you’re the child, boy. I’m the adult in this room."
"That’s arguable."

"You’re such a jerk!"
"All this started because I offered a suggestion. Now you see who’s the child and the adult."

He opened his mouth to say something else as he then stopped and left it open for a moment before shutting it. He then pouted and said,

"All right fine. I’ll send a stronger warning. You’ve made your point."

I nodded my head, going into my pockets and retrieving my cigarettes. I lit one as Kumo looked down at his desk, writing something down. When he heard my lighter, he looked up, his dark eyes getting wide as he said,

"Don’t SMOKE IN MY OFFICE!! That’s SO RUDE!!"

"You don’t have to yell you know, I’m right here."
"You’re so rude! How can you smoke in my office?! You know I don’t smoke! Now you’re going to get ash everywhere! You’re so inconsiderate! I don’t go taking sloppy fast food to your office and drop it everywhere do I!? Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh? Do I? Huh?"

I rolled my eyes, listening to him ramble on and on about how rude I was for smoking. I then said,

"All you had to do was say put out the cigarette not go on some ten year rant about it."

"You never listen! I told you before not to smoke in here! But you just don’t listen!"

I lost my patience as I stood up and picked up his can of soda and threw my cigarette in there. His eyes got wider as he screamed and then said,

"WHY DID YOU DO THAT!?! I WAS DRINKING THAT!"

"Stop yelling! You’re like a four year old!"
"You just threw your cigarette in my soda! I was drinking that! I didn’t say you could use it! You asshole!"

"Child!"

"Rude slob!"

"Idiot!"

"Jerk!"

"I cannot stand you! I hate having to work with you! I’d get more done on my own if I didn’t constantly have to hear you whine on and on about something or other! Why don’t you just suck on your thumb and let someone who knows what they’re doing, do it!"

"Oh you think you’re so smart! Think because you’re a Toh that you can run everything, well you can’t! You suck, your whole ideas suck and you can’t do anything right! You know for a man of well breeding the fact that you’re so fucking rude is still astounding to me!"

We glared at each other for a moment, the desk between us as he then grabbed my coat and pulled me forward. We met in a rather uncomfortable kiss, which he soon felt since the desk pressed against us. I cupped his face, letting my fingers tangle in his hair as he soon climbed over on top of his desk and got closer to me. I was able to put my arms around him as he sat down, his legs coming around my waist, the leather making the soft swishing noise against the fabric of my suit. His eager tongue pressed against mine and I easily responded. I reached up to his wrists, pulling his hands back away from my suit jacket forcefully since he didn’t want to let go. Once his hands were wretched away, he broke apart from me and said,

"What?"
"This is imported silk, you’re crumbling it."

He frowned as he said,

"Why do you have to talk?"
"For the same reason you do. Now shut up."
Before he could protest, I silenced him, kissing him, letting my tongue delve back into the recess of his mouth. He kissed back again as he then began moving his hips against my pelvis, the grinding sensation arousing the both of us. The material of our clothing contradicted each other, but the sensation of rubbing it against one and other began almost mind blowing. He began mewing in the back of his throat as he then moved his hand from his desk, using his other arm to fully support himself as he began rubbing himself between us. Once I felt his hand in the way of the once glorious friction, I moved back slightly, watching him rubbing himself, his face already a soft shade of pink as the heat began rising through his body. His lips were already swollen his mouth parted as he still moved his hips against his hand like some erotic dance. I met his eyes as he kept making those soft noises and then he said my name in that tone that drove me mad.

I didn’t waste much time in moving back and grabbing the chair I was sitting in before and pulling it up so I could sit between Kumo’s leg. I helped him out of his shoes and socks quickly and then began unzipping and peeling back the warm leather from his naked legs. Once gone, I pushed him back, making him lay on his back on his desk as I then held my hand against one of his thighs to keep it from closing as I leaned down and began to kiss and lick at his aroused member. The moment my lips touched down on him, he sobbed softly, his stomach caving in and then tightening as he brought his hand up to his mouth. I began, parting my lips, taking him as far as I could, sucking gently at first then a little more forcefully as he began crying out, his hands hitting against his desk as his hips naturally raised up so I could continue sucking him off. His legs tightened in my hands, his voice only getting louder as I kept sucking, licking and going back and forth slowly, giving him good head. He was always vocal about my technique and though he always said he hated to see me open my mouth, he never complained as he got his dick sucked. Before he came, I let go with an audible pop, my sunken in cheeks returning to their normal state as I leaned back and began undoing my own pants. This wasn’t the time to worry about getting completely naked, especially since I knew the door wasn’t locked and at any moment one of his employees could burst in with some news.

I unbuttoned my coat and moved it as far back away from me as I could as I then undid a few buttons of my shirt and watched Kumo sit up. His slender legs slightly damp, his erection bobbing between them as he tried to push himself off his desk and get onto my lap. I put my hands on his thighs, helping him steady himself as his black hair fell over his shoulders, his bangs sticking to his face as straddled my lap. We kissed again, mouths and tongues twining and meeting again and again. I sucked on his upper lip, he on my bottom lip as I ran my fingers on his thighs, allowing them to go over his bare hips and cupping his round, very perfect ass in my hands. His own hands rested against my shoulders, his fingers digging into my coat again as he tensed up as he felt my fingers entering him. He broke away only to throw his head back and cry for more. Three fingers in him I knew he was ready as he began to bounce back on them, riding them as if I was already inside him. I removed my hand and let him feel my own aching need as he choked slightly, his pants now coming out a little more rush as he titled his head forward, black hair spilling down again as he saw me teasing him. He grumbled slightly as he breathed hard and said,

"You jerk. Fuck me already."

"What a nice way to ask."

I nipped at his lips, feeling his warm breath against my mouth as I did so. With a snap of my own hips, I penetrated him, a startled yet pleased garbled moan coming from his mouth. I moved him closer to me, my hand grasping his hair, pulling as much as I could gather into a fist, resting it at the nape of his neck as I kissed his ear, sucked on the earlobe and then said,

"Go on then, ride me."

He moaned, his hands on my chest as he began to do just that.

He thrusted himself up and down on my lap, his mouth open as he screamed in pleasure, his voice carrying through his office, his hands clutching the front of my shirt as he cried Oh God, oh God over and over again, my name falling somewhere from those lips. God he looked so sexy like that, it made my entire body shake watching him like that. I moved my free hand away from his hip as I reached up to one of his hands, feeling it let go from my shirt easily as I placed it against his chest, my own hand covering his as I made his fingers open and spread out. His shirt was still on, some of it slightly opened since neither one of us got undressed all the way. With his hand open, fingers spread out and my hand on top of his, I began leading him down his own body, making him touch himself. As we reached his hips, his body moving up and down as we did this exploration, my other hand still holding his hair back and his other hand still latched onto my shirt, I saw him looking down at what I was doing. His mouth still open, his pants still coming out heavily eyes semi-darkened from lust. We reached his still hard penis as I brought his hand over it and I made him rub himself, my hand guiding the speed it should go as he cried out, screaming in satisfaction and in frustration all at once. I made him gently cup himself, my hand over his, our fingers threading over his most private of parts as he slowed down his thrusting to do this. It was insane doing this, touching him though I was inside him already. He made me do insane things when we had sex. I then let go of his hair as I smoothed it back from his face, his face damp with sweat as he gritted his teeth, his heavy pants still coming from between them as looked at me.

"Why’d you slow down?" I asked.

He stopped gritting his teeth as he panted loudly, as if trying to hold in his breath as he resumed his movement. I kept making him touch himself, loosing myself in the feel of his skin, loving how he cried out in ecstasy, my name mingling with his as I said it out loud. I felt his fingers digging into my shoulder harder as he began going a little faster, his moans and screams gradually getting louder and louder. His body burned from it, heat rushing to his face as he clenched his eyes shut tightly, his head dropping as he screamed,

"Ah FUCK!"

And gloriously came over both our hands.

He seemed to be lost to me for a moment, his movement stopping though I had not come. I took matters into my own hands, no pun intended, as I held his hips and continued moving them, thrusting upwards to reach satisfaction myself. After a few my quick shallow strokes, I finally came, my mouth pressed against his shoulder as I then breathed heavily and fell back into the chair. I kept my eyes closed for a while, feeling Kumo resting on top of me still as he stayed still. It was really hot and there was cum between us but I couldn’t really find the strength to vocalize anything. After a little while, I heard Kumo moan and he lazily picked his head up. His rebellious hair fell over his shoulders again as he said,
"Damn…"

I agreed, not saying anything, not wanting to ruin the moment with words. He licked his dry lips as he then said,

"You should go."

I nodded, knowing it was best. It was a temporary truce between the both of us and I still didn’t want to ruin the moment. He slowly peeled himself off my lap and began getting dressed quickly as I tucked myself back in place, buttoned up my shirt and then tucked it back in place before zipping up my pants. Once that was done, I buttoned my coat and then tucked my hair back in place, smoothing out a few strands and then smoothing my hand over my coat. Kumo had slipped back into his leather pants, his hands smoothing over his thighs as he got his shoes on. Without another word, I turned and left.

Tomorrow would be another argument.

-End