In a fight a person could do nothing but defend and fight back. There would be pain and he would get wounded but once he got into the battle, he could become obsessed for the victory and the pleasure that could be derived from it.
For a moment Rukawa did not feel anything but shock before throbbing pain fogged his senses but even then he did not let his guard down. He felt blood trickling down his temple but ignored it in favour of glaring at his oppenent who stood in front of him, also bloodied and bruised.
Sakuragi's lip was bleeding and there seemed to be a blotch of red forming on the redhead's high cheekbones. The boy's highschool uniform clung messily on his solid frame which was still poised for a fight and his sunlit red hair was stuck out in all places due to their of violent rough-housing a moment ago.
In Rukawa's opponion the redhead looked as sexy as hell.
Suddenly, the redhead advanced again and Rukawa pulled his arms up in defence to the hard blows coming at his front and sides. The hits that did manage to touch him, he bared them with a wince as he calculated how long he has to keep it up before he could start with his own offence.
However, Sakuragi knew the art of fighting and the redhead knowing that he would fight back once he has the opportunity to do so, the redhead cleverly kept their distance close so that there wouldn't be a chance for him to back up and strike. He cursed but all he could do was bear the pain and wait for any sudden weaknesses that he make take to turn their tables
around.
And then it came.
Rukawa saw that the redhead was favouring his right leg so without further ado, Rukawa stuck his foot out and tripped Sakuragi, punching the boy on the shoulder before the redhead could fall away from his striking distance. Rukawa relished the surprised expression on Sakuragi's face but he himself was shocked when a pair of arms grabbed him to bring him crashing down on the floor of the roof together with the redhead in a heap of bodies and tangled limbs.
Sakuragi having hit his head on the floor, groaned in dazed pain but Rukawa was lucid enough to be aware the position they were in. They should keep fighting. Really, they should. It was bad to be this way. The redhead beneath him felt too real, too good. The chest against him heaved heavily in their exertion and the gusty breath fanned his flushed face made the hairs on his neck stand on end. Common sense warred with desire and finally the latter won. Before he knew what he was doing, Rukawa has swooped down and mashed his lips together with the redhead's.
Sakuragi thought that he was being assaulted again but when he realised what it was on his mouth, his whole body stilled in the moment his brain decided that something impossible has happened. In the next moment, his hands were pushing Rukawa roughly away before scrambling away, his brown eyes glaring angrily at blue which were glittering with something he didn't wish to identify.
Sakuragi stood up, his body protesting fiercely at something other than pain but he pushed it vehemently away before turning around and running away. Just as the redhead's hand reached the knob of the door, another hand grabbed him from behind and turned him around before slamming him roughly against the door.
Rukawa had wanted to hit the boy again to make sure that the redhead
wouldn't tell anyone of what has happened. He truly did. But his body had a
mind of his own as he kissed the redhead again as violently as he did the
first time. The redhead's gasp further inflamed his need and before the boy
could further protest at what Rukawa was doing to him, the brunette pushed
his free hand between the redhead's legs and squeezed.
The redhead gasped again and Rukawa knew the the boy was as affected as he was. They were the same, he and the boy. Both were passionate and both tend to let their body deal with whatever their mind could not comprehend. The adrenaline flowing in their bodies could easily confuse the difference
between anger and lust. Or it could easily mix those feelings together to
create a cocktail of senses that were disruptive of nature.
Feeling that the redhead has finally submitted to what he has already submitted a few minutes earlier, Rukawa pulled his hand away to push the redhead against the door and wedge himself between the boy's legs. His next series of movements sent both of them in a state of need but for the redhead it was not enough. Snaking his arms around the brunette, Sakuragi reached down and grabbed Rukawa by the butt and pulled him closer against him, their bodies touching more asuredly that had them both groaning in pleasure and delight. It was crazy, it was insane. It was making Rukawa more delirious with need.
The metal door that bore their weight, creaked and rattled with their every movements but they paid no heed, as frantic as they were to reach that edge of satisfaction they were willing to fall over for. Feeling himself about to plunge down that pricipice of fantastical experience, Rukawa clamped his mouth over the skin of the redhead's neck to muffle his shuddering cry but at the last minute bit when his excitement got the better of him.
Sakuragi also reached his own completion moments later and since he was
still holding Rukawa to him, he brought the brunette down against him in a
slump of exhaustion.
As Rukawa's wits was slowly returning to his mushed up brain, the redhead suddenly stirred before shoving the lethargic brunette away. The next thing Rukawa knew, he was watching the redhead's face go through several emotions before a hard punch landed on his already bruised stomach, sending him doubled up in pain. It was worth it, he thought, when he could still feel the satisfaction of his hormonal-raging teenage body thrumming pleasantly in sync with the memory of the redhead's fine body against his own.
The sound of the metal door banging shut signalled him the fleeing departure of his tormentor body and soul, but he did not give chase for he knew they would clash again and in that time, who knows, he might have the pleasure of tasting the other the second time.
This war has not yet ended and what he could get in between was worth the pains and wounds. Rivalry was inevitable whether in need or deed. It was an obsession he could to get used to.
~Owari~