Chaos was a goddam delight. Never had he ever encountered anyone as keen and willing to be fucked up before! What was this, his birthday or some shit?! Gunji was in his element. The sting of split flesh down the middle of his head, almost perfectly in the center as the stripe of white that split the black ink of his tattooed throat was. It felt like it looked pretty and he knew his skin looked good with a splash of colour on it. Red was his jam, what can he say.
The concussion didn't seem to hinder him much, in fact, Gunji could have created his own fighting style to go along with it. Like Drunken Master, only the blonde was wasted on the effects of traumatic brain injury, not booze. As for his durability, well, Chaos was about to find out just how much this lanky streak of piss could take. His agility and strength far outmatched your regular tough guy, he'd fought all his fucking life, for as long back as he could remember, which, to be fair, wasn't that long really, all things considered...
Those little sounds and the way Chaos grabbed back at Gunji's shoulders? Almost distracted him entirely from what he was about to do. It wasn't often anyone reciprocated or even seemed interested in his advances, which often resulted in some very dangerous one-sided encounters. Still, he couldn't confidently tell what turned him on the most right now; the thought of making Chaos bleed out and seeing all his pretty insides spill forth or the idea that the mage was starting to get hard simply from Gunji's heavy-handed exploring. It was a tough call.
" Heeeey! No fair! I wanted to count down!" The Executioner whined like a perpetual child, appearing unthreatening as he casually moved both his hands to take one of Chaos' arms, one hand wrapped around his wrist, the other halfway up the forearm. Playfully swinging it back and forth as he huffed out a pissy brattish sound, almost innocently before something switched, like a lightbulb suddenly turning on. His eyes, hidden for the most part behind a mess of dirty blonde bangs, widened with mania.
"THREE~!"
The number was screamed out, like a ferocious dog barking in Chaos' face, all teeth, and spit, drooling as his tongue lulled out. Gunji viciously yanked on that arm before forcing it inwards, in an instance Chaos' elbow was pushed the wrong way, overstretching it until a horrible cracking sound was heard. The resonation of bone snapping in two had Gunji practically giddy! He should never be underestimated, there wasn't a fighter out on Arbitro's streets as strong and crazed as he was!
" Kyaaaa-hah!" The laughter bubbled over his lips, doing a little fast dance of running on the spot from how excited he was now. Pulling on that break, twisting it with all the aggression and force of a pack of rabid wolves. Stopping, letting out a lewd moan as the tip of shatter bone poked through that pretty blue-gray skin.
It was over in a matter of moments. Though to Gunji, everything felt like slow motion. Bending that injured arm so it was between the two of them, he pushed in letting go with one hand in favor of holding the back of Chaos' neck, staring him dead in the eyes as he tightened the hug, thus impaling the mage's jagged, exposed radius into the space between the bottom of his ribcage and his diaphragm. "Mmm fuuuuck you're so tiiiigh Bunnie~!" Letting that long tongue of his, lick up the side of Chaos' cheek, grinding against his thigh as he gave a nasty little jolt of that arm, listening for the squelch of blood seeping out around the wound.
permanent cw?: .... Gore, violence, Gunji in general really!
The concussion didn't seem to hinder him much, in fact, Gunji could have created his own fighting style to go along with it. Like Drunken Master, only the blonde was wasted on the effects of traumatic brain injury, not booze. As for his durability, well, Chaos was about to find out just how much this lanky streak of piss could take. His agility and strength far outmatched your regular tough guy, he'd fought all his fucking life, for as long back as he could remember, which, to be fair, wasn't that long really, all things considered...
Those little sounds and the way Chaos grabbed back at Gunji's shoulders? Almost distracted him entirely from what he was about to do. It wasn't often anyone reciprocated or even seemed interested in his advances, which often resulted in some very dangerous one-sided encounters. Still, he couldn't confidently tell what turned him on the most right now; the thought of making Chaos bleed out and seeing all his pretty insides spill forth or the idea that the mage was starting to get hard simply from Gunji's heavy-handed exploring. It was a tough call.
" Heeeey! No fair! I wanted to count down!" The Executioner whined like a perpetual child, appearing unthreatening as he casually moved both his hands to take one of Chaos' arms, one hand wrapped around his wrist, the other halfway up the forearm. Playfully swinging it back and forth as he huffed out a pissy brattish sound, almost innocently before something switched, like a lightbulb suddenly turning on. His eyes, hidden for the most part behind a mess of dirty blonde bangs, widened with mania.
"THREE~!"
The number was screamed out, like a ferocious dog barking in Chaos' face, all teeth, and spit, drooling as his tongue lulled out. Gunji viciously yanked on that arm before forcing it inwards, in an instance Chaos' elbow was pushed the wrong way, overstretching it until a horrible cracking sound was heard. The resonation of bone snapping in two had Gunji practically giddy! He should never be underestimated, there wasn't a fighter out on Arbitro's streets as strong and crazed as he was!
" Kyaaaa-hah!" The laughter bubbled over his lips, doing a little fast dance of running on the spot from how excited he was now. Pulling on that break, twisting it with all the aggression and force of a pack of rabid wolves. Stopping, letting out a lewd moan as the tip of shatter bone poked through that pretty blue-gray skin.
It was over in a matter of moments. Though to Gunji, everything felt like slow motion. Bending that injured arm so it was between the two of them, he pushed in letting go with one hand in favor of holding the back of Chaos' neck, staring him dead in the eyes as he tightened the hug, thus impaling the mage's jagged, exposed radius into the space between the bottom of his ribcage and his diaphragm. "Mmm fuuuuck you're so tiiiigh Bunnie~!" Letting that long tongue of his, lick up the side of Chaos' cheek, grinding against his thigh as he gave a nasty little jolt of that arm, listening for the squelch of blood seeping out around the wound.