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As his calloused palm pressed against flesh, Gunji's piercing blue eyes lit up from behind the curtain of dirty, messy blonde bangs. "Heh! It tickles~" He chuckled to himself, almost innocently in his dumbness. Blood always felt nice, regardless of who it belonged to, but he'd never felt blood move and change like this before, it honestly, kinda blew his tiny deprived mind. Taken in by the magic that was unfolding, right beneath his fingers, Gunji left himself wide open for that dick-move of an attack.
Heads up, he heard the words but didn't seem to comprehend them in time, as, before he knew it everything turned into a blur, a mass of shape and movement as their foreheads collided with a force so intense, Gunji could have sworn he felt his own brain (or, what was left of it) rattle around inside the bone arena of his fractured skull. His head snapped back on his neck, eyes winced close and teeth grit tightly, acting on impulse and muscle memory alone, Gunji reached out to grab a fistful of hair, his other arm balling a tight fist and delivering a superb uppercut before finally stumbling backward and onto his ass.
Knuckles pushed out of place, dislodged and swollen from how recklessly he'd slammed into Chaos' jaw, a few stray strands of that blanched hair caught beneath the nailbed of his fingertips, having been yanked clean outta the guys head. Sitting there, wobbling like some drunken loser as his bangs slowly dyed from blond to pretty red as he bled out from the massive split that traveled all the way from between his eyes to his hairline.
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There had been a warning! He gave it, it could have been more cheap! But it was still pretty fucking cheap and even as the other man grabbed a fistful of his hair, he'd had just enough time before that fist met his face to let out with a delighted, unhinged laugh, loud and clear and bright with all the joy of a child let loose in a candy store.
Oh that hit rattled the teeth in his jaw, the bloom of pain expanding across injured flesh, a mortal would have been knocked utterly senseless. Hell, it was enough to even send Chaos reeling to the ground, spitting blood (and this time it was definitely a tooth) as he did so. Even then, however, through the pain of it all, there was nothing but helpless laughter. He ate that fist, he could take that fist. But his playmate?
"Ah, shit." There, on the tail ends of that laughing fit, watching as blood trickled freely from the split upon Gunji's forehead. "Don't tap out on me now, kiddo." The words were slurred and sluggish as he sat there on the ground, watching the other man sway where he sat. All too quickly that massive contusion brought on by that killer of a punch would start to vanish and drain, just as that knot had appeared so would it start to vanish. Like watching an animal briefly surface so close to the outside of his skin before burrowing away again.
"You're too fun to lose that fast, stay with me, buddy."
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The sound of Chaos' laughter echoed around the empty space between Gunji's ears. It was infectious, addictive even, the blond moron couldn't get enough of it. In fact, that, along with the sound of them talking, was the only thing keeping the Executioner from passing out. It was like Gunji suffered perpetual FOMO. Despite the current agony violating every single nerve ending in his face, the dumb fuck opened his mouth, letting that vulgar long tongue of his lul out, slick with blood and saliva as he choked out a laugh of his own.
Gunji didn't know what the actual fuck Chaos was, didn't care either, not really, all that mattered was he could take a punch like a trooper. Ah, just imagine if he'd had his claws on him? The thought of it was pure wet dream material. Those smooth, cold inches of sharpened blade, slipping into all that pretty flesh, bone, and tissue... Yea, Gunji was for sure saving that thought for later tonight.
"Ngh... Tama?" Opening an eye, vision blurred enough that for a moment, what with Chaos' ashen hair and all, he mistook him to be Kau, that is until he spoke again. A giggle bubbled up in Gunji's throat at the compliment of being called 'fun'. Fingers flirting on the edges of that nasty gash in his forehead now, digging a nail in before smearing a lashing of blood across his brow, letting out a pleased little humming sound as he did. " Mmmh... Ain't nothin' more of a treat than blood~ Look!" Holding his crimson-stained palm out towards Chaos, an unhinged sort of wildness in his eyes. "Lookit how alive I am! Kyaaahaha!"
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Raw and real, no sign of an act here, and he couldn't deny that he just loved to see it. The expression on the mage's face was nothing but pure, warm bliss, even resting his chin in his hand where he sat as he just watched him.
Tama? "Happy Chaos~." A correction and an introduction all in one, though he wasn't about to harp on it really. A name was fun but it was only a word after all. That gash by all means should have been a game ender, maybe not a life ender but definitely something that should have discouraged all that wild movement. But the blond didn't even seem particularly put out by the even the pain of it being there, never mind the concussion he should have gotten. Chaos, already healed over from the punch and looking just as fresh and spotless as he started this entire fiasco as, was easily beckoned over by that blood slicked hand.
Didn't even matter if it wasn't an invitation, it was now.
"If you can still bleed, you're still alive, and that's all you need to know, huh? Feel it real good between the eyes right now, all that life, I bet. Every pump of your heart going right through that rip.
Absolute fucking euphoria. How many horns you see, kiddo?" A gesture at his own head, the horns sitting below the black halo. "Count on your fingers if you have to."
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See that's the thing, what you see really is what you get, tough and insane and insanely tough.
Gunji saw that smile, the expression of intrigue and delight on Chaos' face, it was all that was keeping him conscious really. The praise in those staring eyes, the joy behind a crazed smile. He fucking lived for it. "Happy Chaos to ya too~" Came the slurred words repeated back at him, Gunji having misunderstood the name for a greeting and what a fitting greeting it would have been. Leaning in towards the other as he tried to keep his bloodied hand from trembling. The pain was there, he couldn't deny it, the effects of it, however, didn't seem to register. It was like his body was trying to tell him to stop but the adrenaline only encouraged him more.
Chaos had him hooked in, line and sinker. Listening to the way he described what he saw? Shit, Gunji was smitten. People never got it and that pissed him off, the euphoria, the agony, the thrill of bleeding out. Honestly, if it wasn't for the fact he was losing blood right now, he would have been fully aroused already.
The concussion was there for sure, crazy thing was that Gunji had actually gotten used to having them by now. They helped him get a good night's sleep. But, being asked a question was new, no one really ever bothered to check just how fucked up he got. Rearing his head back on his neck, confusion clear in his over-animated expression.
"Huh? Horns? That what they are?" A smirk, followed by a chuckle as he pressed the back of his hand against his forehead, wiggling two-finger above his head. "Thought they were ears like a bunny..." Eyes closed as he grinned, swaying on the spot, clearly amused. " Horns." He said again, in disbelief. " What are ya eh? A fuckin' Angel~?!"
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Maybe if it looked like he might lose consciousness... Couldn't enjoy it if he was out cold after all, not much to feel in the void.
Gunji leaned forward, Chaos's keen eye catching how he struggled to keep the blood slicked hand from shaking. He reciprocated, moving forward to brush past that hand, the motion wholly intentional as stray lines of crimson caught the edges of platinum hair and left a faint, dark trail across his cheek. He'd reach out with both hands, aiming to clasp them to each side of his face, whatever he had to say momentarily derailed by the little quip about the horns, and then the very notion he might be anything even remotely angelic.
"Oh, kid." And he sounded so warm, laughter at the edges of his voice. And if he managed to touch him, he'd just trail a thumb across the crest of his cheek bone, and if blood was caught up in that motion? Well that was just fine.
"Whatever you want me to be is what I am. You want an angel? I could just be that for you, sure." Hey, he technically answered the question, Gunji put up two fingers, bunnies didn't have four ears after all.
"Don't pass out on me now, I don't wanna take a moment of this away from you, don't make me fix it."
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But still, it's bizarre, to say the least. If he was a bashful guy, then shit, he might have even blushed.
"Ya look cold, but ya not. Not at all! Kinda soft for a King Bunnie~" Gunji smirked blissfully ignorant to the fact he'd mixed up hot and cold with soft and hard. Blame it on the pressure currently crushing his brain right now from that hell of a wound. The nickname may, unfortunately, stick too, seeing as horns we mistaken for ears and that halo looked like a crown of some kind I'm afraid.
Gunji shivered in delight, as Chaos carefully smeared a spat of blood across his own cheek. Feeling the warmth of it under that grey-blue thumb, tilting his head into the comfort of those dangerous hands. Chaos could have clapped and smashed his head like a watermelon and right now, Gunji wouldn't have even cared. His own hand tangled around in stark white threads of hair, turning them pink from the blood that now stained it, it was a nice contrast, if not a little pastel and soft.
" Heh, never been fucked up by an angel before~" His eyes remained closed as he slurred his words, teeter totting on the edge of consciousness, only a few moments away from passing out. The Executioner was used to dealing with living weapons, men who had been tampered with via chemicals and blood, but Chaos was different. There was a danger, an unspoken power behind his blows that had Gunji itching with excitement.
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"Sure, I'll take that then. Got a nice ring to it." The sound of Gunji's voice, the way he slurred the words, how he swayed with his eyes still shut, every inch a clear indication of some serious damage in there. How much of it was already present was anyone's guess, but Chaos was willing to wager he was far from the first guy to gift the blond with head trauma. Still here, still standing, though 'standing' was a bit more of a metaphorical descriptor at present. Oh it'd been ages since he'd felt anyone actually touch him gently too, long enough to feel new again, the novelty had been restored, and for the moment he felt content, completely taken at the sheer bullheaded tenacity that kept the man in front of him fighting unconsciousness.
"In spite of everything, here you still are, huh? How many times have you gotten knocked down? Gotten back up again?" Never been fucked up by an angel before, that left a mighty long list of things that had. "Beautiful. That's beautiful."
Against the wet open wound, he pressed his own forehead, cupping the face he held between his hands as tenderly as a lover would. "You're beautiful. Try and gimme a good ending, show me how long you can stay up with me. Just a little bit longer, you can do that, can't you?"
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Now when it came to how much damage the blond could take, well, you'd be surprised. Kiriwar and he fought like a deranged married couple most of the time and that pipe his partner carried had just as many dints and damage on it from Gunji's head, as Gunji's head had from it, let me tell you! And likewise, he couldn't recall the last time his face was cupped as tenderly as this, nothing about him seemed gentle, nothing about him made anyone want to be gentle with him either. Not that he'd recall much of this once the damage kicked in.
"I like it when it hurts. Ain't gonna hurt for long if I'm on my ass now is it, King Bunnie?" Offering a crooked smile, peeling an eye open, the swelling from the crack that split down into his orbital bone already starting to enlarge as it turned a pretty plum colour. His grin turned toothy upon being called beautiful, both amused and flattered by it.
He hissed out in pain as their foreheads met once more, albite lightly this time. Pushing back against him just to feel the searing hot sting it caused. That hand he had tangled in Chaos' hair gave a slight tug as he raised his free fist up into the air above them. "Naaaaah-hah!" The laughter bellowed out, right as he thumped those knuckles down onto the top of his already rattled blond head. Again, and again he thumbed, grunting out as drool started to coat his bottom lip before he sucked it back up.
"I'm up! I'm up already sheeeesh!" waving and twisting his fingers on both hands now, right at the sides of Chaos' head, twitching like spiders legs as he tapped the base of those unusual horns. "...Fuckin torture over here~ With the tap~ tap~ tappin~ Right in your head Bunnie~ Riiiiigh in there~" Almost singing as kept himself active and as alert as he could with the nonsense, eyes finally open but it was questionable if he was focusing on anything.
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"Oh don't worry. This is gonna hurt for a while." His voice was a purr, amusement flooding the tone, noting all too well the colors Gunji's skin was turning as it began to swell. "Glad I could be of service."
That smile became as sharp as a razorblade, as the blond pressed against him, knowing damn well the searing pain that would be caused by that motion and doing nothing to stop him from inflicting that on himself. He said he liked it, after all, and if it was what he liked, he wasn't about to stifle it. He imagined if he shut his eyes and really listened, he might just hear the empty, hollow THUMP of Gunji's knuckles against his own head, the cavity full of only plasma and blood. Forcing himself to stay up and awake through nothing more than words and physical pain, and Chaos was more than happy to 'help', digging his nails into his jaw, trying to meet the blond's unfocused gaze directly with his own brass-gold stare. The fingers dancing along the base of his horns almost tickled, though it was more the idea of the motion itself and how it all looked that prompted a laugh from him.
"Not up till you're up, you're only half up right now." He even copied that singsong tone, sweet and cheerful, tugging on the other man to see if he could push this further. "All the way up, lets see it. Up and at 'em, kiddo. Can't keep playing if you're out on your ass."
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A dumb smile grew across his face, lips stretching wide upon hearing that. Just knowing he was gonna be sore for days to come had the blonde perking up a little faster.
Feeling the clawed fingers of Chaos digging into his jaw, drew a harsh inhale through his nose. It was like someone popped a capsule of smelling salts right under it. Pupils dilating wide and black, a pretty ring of red around one of them as it seemed to have blown out from the impact of that earlier headbutt.
Oh, oh Gunji liked that. Hearing Chaos talking in that tone and pattern was pure fucking delight. No one ever indulged him this much, it was pretty cute all things considered. The attention, the pain, and the promise of more was enough to encourage and inspire the blonde to attempt standing. Leaning in, a hand slipped down to Chao's shoulder, holding him close as he pushed up. Knees buckling only slightly even as he let the mage take most of his weight until he was fully on his feet.
"Let's play~ I got it in me. I got more." Humbly inspired once they were both standing, Gunji pressed his lips against the hint of an ear poking out from behind some of that pale hair. Breathing heavily and slow, silent for the longest moment as the hand not gripping Chaos' shoulder for support, started to brush down the center of their chest. Fingertips bumped over each and every contour of muscle they passed until they were stopped by the rim of Chaos' jeans. Slowly, he rolled his wrist so that he might start to walk his fingers back up before applying a little more pressure, practically digging a digit or two in under their bottom rib.
Gripping tightly to Chaos' shoulder as he whispered in that ear. "I wanna fuckin' tear you apart... Leave you all pretty like a roadkill rabbit~"
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Never experienced being torn to shreds like that before, personally. It was science, an experiment. Another experience to feel, like picking his way through a charcuterie board dotted with glass stuffed brie. As he thought, the sharp pinch of pain from his nails offset what must have been a full, encompassing throbbing ache between the eyes, and his playmate was now struggling to stand like a fawn in the forest, clinging to Chaos for some much needed support. Gunji would find the mage an adequate wall, solid and unmoving even as the blond pressed most of his weight against him. Not a single shake, no hint of exertion, no wonder perhaps considering he seemed to be almost pure lean muscle. All hard and unyielding angles, barely a scrap of soft cushion to be found there.
It was an intimate thing, even before Gunji's hands began to wander, this close to each other, the boy's lips near his ear with his blood now smeared across both their faces. "I wanna see it, prove you got more in you. Let me see all of it~."
Fingers at the waist of his jeans, then fingers threatening to jam under his ribs, if he could hazard a guess, the blond would focus upon that, cracking ribs and rending muscle, in only the purest sense of affection of course. No hatred in this moment, it didn't feel, not an ounce of reproach to be had.
"You could, you know. I bet you could if you really tried. I think I'd really like to see you give it your best shot, never had it happen like that before. And you could shred it all to splinters and pulp as fast as you could, and it would all just come right back in seconds." Like seeing a housefire and grabbing a bucket of gasoline, and he cared so much. He had to see it all burn down.
"Like it never even happened."
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Gunji was an experience alright. An experience most playmates never recover from. And even when that's the case, he's still got plenty of chaotic energy to continue playing. Another thing the blonde struggled with, knowing when enough was enough. Maybe that wouldn't be too much of a problem with King Bunnie here? He was already impressed, with how they didn't even seem to shift in the slightest while supporting Gunji to stand. Impressive body too, now that Gunji was up close enough to really appreciate it. Those poking and prodding hands of his splayed their fingers open now and then, shamelessly stealing a little grope now and then. Might as well enjoy it before he destroyed it.
"Shame I got my claws clipped. Gonna have to crack you open the hard way now~" As he spoke, the Executioner took the liberty of letting that long, vulgar tongue of his lap the shell of that grey-blue ear, stopping to sink his teeth into the tip of it, shaking his head like a dog worrying a bone. It was as gentle as Gunji could muster. Containing himself had never been something he excelled at after all.
Bingo! That's exactly what he was planning on doing. As the cogs turned in that dimly lit head of his, Gunji started to plot a plan. His hand, seemingly just being perhaps a little curiously perverted, frisked and felt across Chaos' waist and crotch. Searching for something loose, like an open belt or maybe a chain or something? When his groping proved fruitless, other than chuckling as he copped a feel of the other guy, he moved on to plan two!
"Oh, Imma turns you all mushy and gooey, alright~ I'll give ya a moment to make ya peace. N'then on the count'a three? That's when Plaaaay~time starts!" To say the look in his eyes was wild would be an understatement.
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Groping and grabbing at the very flesh he intended to rend apart, destruction and arousal hopelessly entangled with each other with no indication of where one ended and the other began. What level of trauma had he gone through to get to this point? What life ruining horrors had he endured? Still here and thriving, a human stripped down to nothing but instinct and so joyful about every violent, depraved moment. The mage gripped at Gunji's shoulders as the young man explored him, making no effort to dissuade a single thing. He'd be allowed to wander as he pleased, poke and prod and grab at whatever he liked, encouraged on by little giggles and sighs that were in utter contrast to the exact circumstances of this situation. Those sounds as tender and pleasant as any enthusiastic lover's might be.
Gunji would be rewarded with the faint tang of copper, little pinpricks of blood barely drawn from the tip of Chaos's ear. "I'm sure you can make due~. Impress me." A belt was there sure, an empty holster as well, strapped in upon his thigh, but nothing so devilishly sharp that could be used for anything fun. But the pawing did finally encourage a little more physical reciprocation on the mage's part. Well, sex usually didn't factor into much, in spite of his entire dress and demeanor. He wasn't nearly as reactive as Gunji, but it was hard to stay unaroused with that level of attention. And the blond's enthusiasm was just so infectious too, it'd be too difficult and not worth the energy to try and curb his own.
It was a wild look that was mirrored straight back, the grin split across Chaos's face nothing short of unhinged anticipation, his eyes alight with excitement. "Count of three, got it, kid. Y'ready?" He shifted his grasp, as if to ready himself, his fingernails sinking into Gunji's shoulders.
"One... Two..."
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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.
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Three, and the pain was instant, like magma suddenly flowing through his veins, cracking bone and snapping tendons each and every one an explosion of agony. It forced the air right from his lungs, a pain he'd not experienced for a long time... at least, not in this body. Borrowed, stolen bodies that all broke and fell away to nothing eventually, sure, but his own? Only comparable to Sol's cannon, only second to that, but it was hard to outdo your entire side being blown away into smoking, smoldering atoms. Arm first, and then-
It was a fun game through the haze of pain, to guess what Gunji would do next. It took the boy only seconds to do it, and he couldn't be sure if he'd practiced... Oh that could be a question for another time though, he didn't want to ruin the moment with a goddamn survey. His next breath came in a rattling rasp next to Gunji's ear, his fingers dragging shallow furrows across the blond's shoulder with the arm that still yet worked, bright red arterial blood spattering out into the sugar snow spotted street. And like a ghoulish jackknife, his very bones were used against him, slicing through skin and muscle. The next exhale would be long, sharp, something deeply important punctured.
I'm impressed, would have been the words if he could get any air into them. To look into his eyes was to see a glassy expression of both rapture and pure agony, not a single scrap of lingering sanity to be found in them. As the blond ground lewdly against him, drooling both filthy words and actual spit, he took advantage of that close position, shivering as the young man's tongue dragged along his cheek before forcing himself forward to try and sink his teeth directly into the nape of Gunji's neck. Reciprocation, was the name of the game, of course. Keen to give back what he got, if nothing else so as to not be accused of being lazy later. He couldn't be inconsiderate, even going as far as to press his weight against the makeshift bone blade, against Gunji, wheezing as he did so. Clasping him tight with that free hand and willing the broken bone and tissue not to knit quite yet.
I heard they're making a pop-up book of it!
Watching, savoring every single expression that Chaos made as he was penetrated and impaled with his own damn bone. Each sound that was drawn from his body, be it in hisses of pain or the sucking of air through damaged capillaries, Gunji was into it. The sweetest crescendo, music to his fucking ears. Hysteria crept in as he wallowed in the prepossessing beauty of it all. Missing his clawed gauntlets like he was, Gunji had to make do somehow, hell, if he'd known what his competition had been, he would have rescheduled this-- Nah, who is he kidding, like Gunji was patient enough to wait until he had his beloved weapons back. He may not be able to blow a whole fucking side off, but he could dig and twist and cause as much agonizing pleasure as possible like this at least.
Baby blue eyes crossed and almost closed at the sound of Chaos' rattling rasp of a breath, and so close to his ear too. Shit, he almost came in his trousers from that alone. "That's it Bunnie~ Sing for me~ Make it a rhapsody while ya at it huh, I'm in it for the long haul!" Gunji sang out the words of encouragement as he pressed closer yet. Chaos was a trip, so much fun already and they'd only just begun.
Ah, a kiss is it? Albeit a kiss with teeth and biting jaws. Chaos's lips were against his skin, so it fucking counted okay?! His throat was a sensitive area, the number of times he'd had gripping hands wrapped around it to throttle him was absurd. The almost permanent bruises and scars were hidden well underneath the stain of jet black tattoo ink, but Chaos should be able to feel the knots and divots well enough with his mouth to know they're there. "Didn't know Bunnies like meat~ Shit, if ya wanna sink your teeth into somethin' ya should'a just said so!" A perverse sort of laughter echoed around in Gunji's throat, holding the back of Chaos' head now, pressing his face in where he bit, enjoying it a little too much maybe?
Time was of the essence though, Gunji didn't recall much of anything but he did remember that his playmate was magic~ and rude too! On account of him being able to heal in an instant, what's the fun in that?! So with this in mind, he let go of the mage's arm after ragging it out from between them. Quickly, he pressed his hand to the wound, wiggling and riggling a couple of fingers inside the slick, warm puncture hole, up to his knuckles at least. It was disgusting really, the way he parted those digits, stirring up blood and plasma, stroking the internal flesh almost tenderly. "... Lookit how excited ya are, Bunnie! So fuckin wet~ Ya feel that?... That's how alive ya are~"
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Wouldn't be much fun if he couldn't give tit for tat, the punctured diaphragm quickly threading itself back together again like a skein of silk. No words at first, just a ragged cough to clear his lungs of blood and fluid. "Inventive." One word, laced with pain, those three syllables wet and slurred as a line of blood and spit trailed from the corner of his mouth. Screaming wasn't his thing, it never had been even prior to his little transcendental experience in the Backyard, but he could still give Gunji something, damp sounding hisses and sharp, agonized and choked noises as flesh tore and bones cracked.
A kiss, close enough to it, if their faces lined up again he might even consider giving a real one next time. For now though, as Gunji pressed his head into his neck, he was more than happy to oblige him, sucking upon the broken flesh as he dug his teeth in. His tongue rasped over them, those hidden scars, swirling and slipping over each knot and divot as he took the time through this entire welcomed torture to muse over what caused them. A hundred stories, a thousand fights, all on the tip of his tongue.
His arm was finally released, and he'd not be made a liar: quick as a whip the twisted limb began to reassemble itself, skin and muscle bubbling as it reformed, rapidly regrowing bone twisting the misshapen extremity back to it's proper position. The wound Gunji jammed his fingers into however, remained, only vaguely more shallow now in the interest of being able to keep talking. With his mouth filled with blood, not sure and not caring if it was his own or Gunji's, he released his bite to pull to his ear, spattering crimson across the shell of it as he spoke again.
"D'you feel it? Feel that pulse in there, real deep? Goin' at the same beat as yours, just the same you an' me." Slurred and drunken, reveling in this animal depravity without a single concern about what might come of it.
"Alive, still existing, despite everything else. Just the same. S'beautiful. It's perfect."
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Gunji actually giggled. Quiet at first before erupting into a full-blown cacophony of pure, delightful, breath-stealing laughter. Hearing Chaos choke on his own panting gasps, the wetness in his lungs, mmm Gunji could feel the droplets of it, right up against his pierced ear. "Ya got the voice of an Angel...Keep talkin~" He whispered, biting his tongue as the hand behind his Chaos' head slipped down, past his shoulder and over the middle of his back, hooking a thumb into a belt loop in the back of the waist of his trousers. Tugging the fabric, twisting it up in his balled fist so that the material tightened uncomfortably so, around Chaos' crotch.
Violence and pleasure were merry bedfellows, as far as Gunji was concerned. The more worked up you got, the better it felt right? Yet, even he could appreciate something that just felt good regardless of there being pain present or not. Granted, those moments were rare to come by, but Chaos, bless his soul~ was kind enough to bestow upon the blonde, one such moment. It was that tongue. Lapping and rolling across his scars, following them like little maps, each route leading to a sensitive spot that had Gunji's leg shaking like a shitting dog. Fuck. It raised the question, what else could he do with that mouth? Shit, it raised something else too, something a bit bigger and harder to handle than a mere thought. Something that was now practically being frotted against Chaos' leg.
Gunji was gone. Pupils dilated and fixed. The blood that had been oozing out from the split in his forehead, was now heading south where it was needed more. Upon feeling the wound around his intruding fingers shift ever so slightly, he hissed and fought back. "Ah, ah, ah~ Oh no ya dont. Don't close up on me now, Bunnie~ I wanna feel ya spill ya guts~ across my cock~ when I fuck this lil wormhole wiiiiide open~" Like a corkscrew, Gunji twirled his fingers, grunting, thrusting deeper still, re-opening the parts that tried to close until his dirty fingernail scraped against bone. Yes, perfect! Now, maybe with a little more force, he could, yes, that's it! Hooking a bottom rib as he pushed the intercostal muscle out with a sickening Pop! And anchoring his finger there instead.
Giving Chaos a moment to savor the pain, nudging his cheek against the mage's in an almost nuzzling motion. "Gonna have me purrin' like a dog with talk like that." Smirking, every bit the idiot he was, lost to the sensation of the pulse, thrumming and pounding against him. Lost to the shiver from the voice splattering such pretty colors and words in his ear. What little composure he held on to, was all but gone.
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The joy of existence was a multifaceted and many splendored thing, the wonderful thing about it was that something didn't have to be mixed with anything else to be enjoyed. Even all alone by itself, something could still be worth experiencing! But then, there was very little not to like about a talented mouth in its many, many utilizations. It was a lot less high minded and transcendental then it could be made to sound, and honestly he wouldn't necessarily mind showing Gunji the full use of his mouth and tongue sometime. When they weren't both preoccupied with other matters, one thing at a time. He grunted slightly, as the cloth tightened further in his already too damn tight trousers.
"You want them out of the way, you gotta get good at multitasking." Could he help him with that? Sure, sure he could. And he even might! Maybe. The journey was the goal here, rather than the conclusion of it, and he could be just as pleased and just as fulfilled with all his clothes and a ragged sopping hole in his torso, as he could be naked and spent on the beach. He sure wouldn't be stopping Gunji either way, quite the opposite as that newly repaired arm slipped between the two of them to rest, perhaps a bit infuriatingly, right above Gunji's hard, cloth bound cock. Juuuuust above it, the pressure of his fingers applied barely a hair shy of where that poor trapped monster was.
Flesh and muscle were forced to part again, and the throaty, pained sound that rumbled past Gunji's ear was a nightmarish mixture of both suffering and bliss, a feral snarl and a moan rolled into one. His chest was full of fire, his stomach roiling, pain lancing throughout his body as Gunji intruded violently into that cavity. The blond would be treated to the sensation of muscle slithering across his fingers like a startled snake, veins slipping around and over, flesh rerouting itself to ensure him some room where he definitely didn't belong, clinging to a rib. Yeah, the boy wasn't bright, but he wasn't wandering the beach eating snow off the sand and antagonizing the citizenry here because he was looking for a mature and intellectual discussion. If you got a hand inside you during one of those, something had either gone very wrong or really, really right.
The hand that had so coyly rested barely atop the frenzied blond's crotch shifted, hooking a finger into the waistband his pants. "Don't have to rush, got all night." His voice rasped, harsh and low and almost breathless, just above a whisper with all the air he could manage to get for it. "Not going anywhere, take your time."