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There were certain things that even someone like Kosei was willing to overlook and forgive. Not without grievances and barely suppressed sass, but he could still go without making a massive stink over it. Enzo somehow managed to tick every box, making it nearly impossible for him to forgive and forget. Truly, the bastard had a skill. Not in doing his job and doing it clean, but in managing to single-handedly fuck things up. In a way, Kosei could even overlook. However, it was the blatant fucking nonchalance, smarmy and shit-eating, that Kosei couldn't overlook. And that was, unfortunately, Enzo's specialty.
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It might have been a small pleasure that the other had managed to take a beating, if he too wasn't sporting and ugly bruise and busted lip from having to jump in to save his sorry ass. His hands had blood on them, dry and peeling flakes that seemed to stain every calloused line of his palms. It wasn't like he was opposed to getting dirty in jobs, but only when it was necessary. This, wasn't fucking necessary.
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Being sloppy wasn't acceptable for him, never had been and likely never would be. Even if his life was debatably a goddamn trashcan of bad decisions. Even if part of him wondered every goddamn day if he'd made a mistake by leaving the family, which was undoubtedly true. He'd fucked up and this was the cost, clearly. This was karma and he was stuck with the worst goddamn person imaginable because of it.
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Of course, Enzo thought he could slip away. He'd given him no reason to think otherwise. The silence was as much a weapon as any loud noise, he knew that from brutal experience. Unlike himself, however, Enzo had no shame.
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He reacted without thinking, hauling the other back by his collar. Enzo liked to play his games, call him a dog, but the real shit-eating dog in this situation was none other than Enzo himself. "The fuck do you think you're going?"
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Maybe he'd should have reacted earlier, when the wound was fresh. Instead, he'd let it fester.
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"What the hell was that?"

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[attr="class","text"] Of course Kosei wasn’t going to let him slink away to lick his wounds alone. Of course. Enzo had been foolish to have even entertained it. The force that curled around his shirt collar and yanked pulled at his shoulder and embarrassingly, a wheeze of pain slipped free before he could stifle the sound. It was enough to make a bright burst of light ache behind his eyes. “Do you mind?” he groused as he spun back toward his work partner.[break][break]
“Obviously I’m going to take a shower and deal with this, okay? Reasonable enough. Now, if you’ll excuse me.” Violet eyes burned with thinly veiled annoyance as Kosei pressed the question. “It was work, obviously. We had a job, it got done.”[break][break]
He was understanding his own fumbles, of course. But Enzo would insist that the stupid hound had no need to get so wound up. Enzo had improvised, and even if Kosei had been caught in the crosshairs a little bit, Enzo was still the one to take the most hits for his spontaneous acts of violence. “How was I supposed to know the guy was apparently a part-time Houdini?”[break][break]
His cuts and bruises ached. His shoulder was on fire. The adrenaline and thrill that had come with upending the structure and order of their assignment had worn off, as most of his whims typically did, and now he was tired. He could sleep for days, probably. Something simmered under the surface as he watched Kosei with darkened eyes. The silent invitation to try him. May it was wrong for him to be growing as irate as Kosei, who had just wanted to do things with clinical precision.[break][break]
But that was so damn boring. [break][break]
So in Enzo’s pain addled mind, he decided that if Kosei had just played along then maybe it wouldn’t have been as much of a mess as it turned out to be. Not that Enzo considered it all that much of a mess so much as organized chaos, because, well— “Look the job is still taken care of, even if it didn’t go off without a hitch like you seem to be anal retentive as hell about. We’ll submit the report, and there’ll be nothing left to do about it.” [break][break]
His mouth hitched upward, but the crooked grin wasn’t a kind thing, nor was it reassuring or placating. “So chill out, hound dog. Heel.”

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Maybe he should have just dropped it. In hindsight, nothing would get solved this way. They were simply too incompatible, clearly. There was obviously a huge mistake in them working together and he should just drop ship and either work by himself or with someone like him. They say that opposites attract, but Kosei couldn't possibly imagine that with an idiot like De Luca.
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That pain point didn't escape him. Admittedly, it felt good. Violence wasn't necessarily a natural thing for him, or at least he didn't think it was, but he wouldn't deny that it felt good. "If you really believed that then we wouldn't have had an issue." He couldn't keep the snarl out of his tone. Enzo just had this effect on him, in more ways than one.
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"The point is that if you hadn't been a goddamn idiot that wouldn't have mattered. Instead, things could have gone much worse." Just because it had worked out meant very little to Kosei. Many routine lessons had taught him that. There had been a time he might have said the same, but it hadn't been good enough. There was only one way to get things done and that was doing it right without relying on circumstance.
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This might have been gratuitous, but he wouldn't deny it felt good. He was petty and vengeful, in the end. He could play the good soldier, but he didn't forgive easily.
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"If that is all it takes to meet your standards, then you're a filthy fucking slob. I'm sick of it and I'm sick of you." He might have been a bit of a buzzkill, maybe an anal bastard that never let anything go, but at least he had standards. Had it gone worse and he'd been killed? Enzo wouldn't have have blinked twice before kicking his body aside, it was that simple. So why the hell should he give a shit about what happened to him?
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Then Enzo had to push back, of course. His teeth grit and that tenuous temper of his snapped.
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Without thinking, he took ahold of Enzo's collar and shoved him back into the wall behind him. His forearm pressed to the other man's throat, just enough to threaten the oxygen supply. "Here, let me help you with that." Taking the flat of his hand, he rammed it into Enzo's shoulder until there was a deafening pop.

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He was arguing for the sake of arguing. To see what the other might do. Granted he was sore and tired and in pain. Irritated by the fact that Kosei felt the need to yank him around like a weightless pool noodle. But it was a part of the provocation. The game.[break][break]

“Do you even listen to yourself?” he hissed back. “You’re so pedantic, you have no flexibility whatsoever.” There was no way that Enzo would admit to any fault. And as far as he was concerned, there wasn’t anything wrong. He’d never been raised under a strict hand or an obsessive demand for order and routine. It definitely showed.[break][break]

But liberating Kosei from any of that didn’t seem possible. It must’ve been a futile effort. Or maybe it was worth it to provoke the spark of fury that seemed to light dark eyes. Even under the snap of his own temper, the violet of his own eyes flared with satisfaction. The edge of a manic smile pulling the corners of his mouth.[break][break]

Yes, he liked this. He liked letting his temper loose, and Enzo enjoyed spurring it.[break][break]

Still, though, his own lip curled in a snarl. “Well maybe I’m sick of you,” he bit back, nose wrinkling in put upon distaste. “You’re a bore. Maybe I’m a slob, but at least I don’t need to fulfill each and every order to a spotless t.” Regardless of what Kosei might’ve thought, though, Enzo wouldn’t have ditched him either, had the rolls been reversed or the other had been impaired too greatly. He was selfish, sure, but not entirely cold toward his partner.[break][break]

But there was little use in trying to reason with Kosei when his temper finally pitched. Not that Enzo was really wanting to placate him anyway. He might’ve had some regrets, though, right about when the heel of Kosei’s hand pressed roughly against his dislocated shoulder.[break][break]

“What? Nonononono—“ His refusal didn’t matter, interrupted by the sharp POP that filled his ears, before a wordless howl from Enzo followed. His stomach heaved, instant nausea rolling over him as his vision tunneled and blackened at the edges.[break][break]

Despite being effectively pinned against the wall by Kosei’s forearm, his knees buckled. That was likely the only thing that kept him upright as the stream of pained sound rapidly devolved into a flurry of curses. His opposite hand reached up to push back at Kosei regardless. “The hell’s wrong with you?” It was a halfhearted growl, though, as adrenaline kicked in again. Eyes narrowed in challenge, but also…not.

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He should slow down, back up. Rethink whatever the hell he was doing. Maybe if he could push the fury aside and clear his thoughts, he'd realize that none of this mattered. It was just like any other job. It wasn't the first and it likely wouldn't be the last time that Enzo did something brash and Kosei got pissed off about it.
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It wasn't like he was perfect, far from it. That was the thing he wished he could be, perfect. He strived for it so much that oftentimes it consumed him. Clearly, the two couldn't be any more different, but that didn't mean it was impossible. It should have leveled them out, but it only proved to be gas on the flame.
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"I don't need to be flexible, I just need to be precise." He scoffed, rolling his eyes. Kosei could tell that none of this was working. It wasn't like he was going to suddenly pull Enzo's head out of his ass. He wasn't going to change the other man. This was pointless bickering, but there was an inexplicable pull in that. Enzo was like a flame, a conflagration. It felt a little good to burn sometimes.
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"I'm a bore?" His lip peeled back into a snarl, a sour humor had slipped into his tone. "Okay, we're done talking."
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In hindsight, this was wholly unnecessary, yet the pain of it... Admittedly, it felt good. Kosei wasn't a sadistic bastard, but that howl matched with the shake of his limbs had a certain effect on him. His hand continued to grip at fabric, keeping the other steady as his eyes soaked in every trembling twist of pain that wracked the other's body. It wasn't right. It wasn't healthy and the weird twist in his gut wasn't either. "You, you're my problem." He pushed, just enough hold his steady. The glint in those eyes, sharp as knives, it translated into something off. He wasn't sure what he was doing, only that his other hand snatched the man's jaw with a bruising grip as he leaned forward and kissed him.

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Even now, Kosei was committed to the practicality of his arguments. But Enzo was rapidly losing the capability to keep up with verbal sparring. His thoughts had scattered with the jarring pain in his shoulder, the split in his eyebrow. It felt like a ringing between his ears might start at any moment.[break][break]

“Well maybe you’re my problem,” he spit back. In more ways than the obvious. In more ways than Enzo could really even acknowledge or admit to himself.[break][break]

His mouth was fixed in a wordless snarl right back at the other, inexplicable heat licking under the surface of the skin on his face. Furious, pained violet bored into dark eyes. And then in the next moment, fingers clamped to his jaw with enough force to draw an agitated hiss through his teeth. But it was soon swallowed by Kosei’s mouth within a breath as it crashed against Enzo’s. Something in his brain short-circuited with the unexpectedness of it. And then he was responding, angry and pressing. Teeth dragging on a bottom lip with no pretense at gentleness.[break][break]

Adrenaline burned through some of the throbbing pain in his shoulder, dulling it. But every shuffled and nudge drew the sting to the surface so that it mingled with the craving that bloomed in the wake of whatever… this was. The outletting of their frustrations with one another in a purely physical way. A battle of tongues and teeth instead of what probably should’ve been busted knuckles and blackened eyes.[break][break]

Yes. That was what he would call it, as though the lingering memory of that night in Lavaridge hadn’t crept out every once in a while. Something long forgotten to the recesses of Kosei’s blackout, but annoying stuck in Enzo’s as a resilient what if?[break][break]

Another flare of pain from his shoulder rolled through him, twisting to mingle with a shiver as Kosei’s mouth moved against his and a muffled curse tumbled from his mouth. Breathier than the furious litany of them he’d spouted before. Eventually his head rolled back, resting against the wall behind him as he eyed the other. His bad arm cradled itself close to his chest, but the other hand had crumpled around Kosei’s shirt collar. “Much more emphatic than the last time,” he wheezed, voice thinned and husky between the hurt and the satisfaction. The corner of his mouth hooked upward, knowing and clever.[break][break]

Even if his mind was scrambling. Even if he didn’t know anything at all. Just that he wanted to pull Kosei back under. He shouldn’t have liked the way it felt. To have that force exerted over him when he maintained such a firm edge of control over himself despite the flippancy he appeared to act with. Or maybe it was just the way it felt to be the focus point that Kosei fixated on when his own restraint untethered.

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The kiss tasted like static electricity, like blood between his teeth and fury and angry and need that he never would have entertained before. Part of him was still reeling at his own actions, wondering if he could recover from this. Of course, there was no more saving face. He had been the one to act on them, which wasn't like him. Every thought was a mix of 'why the hell not' and the realization that he had so many reasons not to. Enzo wouldn't just forget this, he'd handed him a concealed weapon to use against him. Was this not the boldest example of need, which he had spent so long denying. From up on his high horse, feeling all noble and shit. Now, what was he? A fucking hyprocrite, but what else was new?
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Consequences aside, he was a shit liar. There was no way to convey falsely that he didn't enjoy this. Clearly, he was enjoying himself otherwise he would have shoved him away and told him this was a big fucking mistake. It was a mistake, but that was besides the point.
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To make matters worse, Enzo was the first to break it and he chased him. The reaction felt like lacquered honey, sweet and candied on his tongue. He scowled at that, "Shut up, I don't know what you're talking about." That night on Lavaridge, to be entirely honest he still couldn't remember what they had done. Though, just like that time, he showed his cards.
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As fucked up as it was, he enjoyed Enzo's pain. He liked the way he hissed under contact, skin flinching despite every attempt to hide the reactivity. Had he been a true sadist, he might have pushed his luck. Instead, he felt like he was a wave, crashing against him again as the wall braced their bodies.
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What he didn't ask was the most obvious question: Where the fuck did they go from there? The most amenable end would be to stop right then, maybe terminate their partnership entirely. This made their business messy and they had no room for making things messier. Regardless, he didn't stop as his hands slipped up beneath the hem of Enzo's shirt, drawing across lean muscle and seeking out bruised bone. "You're the fucking worst."

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A somewhat delirious laugh followed the retort, low and passed through a wid, thin lipped smile. Only a hint of teeth. Enzo’s darted, scouring Kosei’s expression that fluctuated between anger and resentment and confusion. “No, but I do,” he trilled back in singsong, “you were very expressive. Don’t worry, though, it was only a teensy kiss.” It was the truth, of course, but his words were still meant to goad the other.[break][break]

More, he said without actually saying, give me more. He thought, just then, he might like to devour him whole. Pick his teeth with the bones. He wasn’t romantic, this wasn’t love. Only need.[break][break]

Only need, he emphasized to himself before his thoughts scattered like the light that erupted in his field of vision. Bright, white star bursts.[break][break]

His breath hitched unexpectedly as the insult fell from Kosei’s mouth, in tandem with hands that carved their way up along tender, aching skin. He shivered and almost infuriatingly, a low whine crawled up his throat before he could cut it off. Enzo should have been smarter, should have shoved him off at that point.[break][break]

But instead he was curving into the contact, “I’m the best thing that’s happened to you,” he hissed back, eyes narrowed to violet slivers. It was more for the sake of arguing, breathless and wanting for a means to outlet the frustration pent up in the center of his chest. He didn’t mean it, not really. Even with his inflated sense of self.[break][break]

Both hands rose— a fierce grip that clawed at Kosei’s shirt, then dropped to his hips as Enzo tried to push himself away from the wall where he was pinned. Just to show he could do it, and that he would not be so easily subdued. It wasn’t a means to put space between them, though, as their mouths crashed together again. One of his hands left its perch to clamp firmly against the back of Kosei’s neck.[break][break]

Every movement, each pull of his arm earned the flinch that came from the pain of his sorely abused shoulder joint, and when fingers pressed down on it, Enzo involuntarily bit down on the other’s lip. But he didn’t retreat again, letting every pained noise be swallowed up between them until his breath shook, and his vision blurred. Even then, he didn’t peel himself away[break][break]

It was a foolish idea, this. It was no more than a whim he was chasing (or so he would claim.) Especially when he knew the wayward glances Kosei tried to cover up. When he knew the things Kosei had said that drunken night, and how stupidly earnest his first kiss had been. But this was its own sort of drunkenness— fury and frustration and pain and desire. A cocktail that couldn’t be unsipped.[break][break]

The taste was in his mouth now, and he wouldn’t be able to wash it out.[break][break]

“Bravo ragazzo.” A smug croon, huffed against reddened, bruised lips. For now, Enzo made little effort to even try his hand at that.

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Despite every intent to remain in control, he couldn't help the ridiculous rush of blood to his face. It was just a kiss, hardly the worst that he'd done since they were kids. Though, he'd always suspected that a hideous part of him had come out with a touch of alcohol. He was lying to himself by saying he'd never been attracted to Enzo. The first second he'd seen him and that garrish, pain in the ass grin on his face — he'd known that vincenzo de luca was going to be a major problem for him.
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It would have been in his best interest to step back, play ignorant to everything unraveling between them. After all, he'd provoked this display of... he refused to say what chemical imbalance had led him to making this disastrous choice, but he suspected it came from within his pants rather than his brain.
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Perhaps that was why his next instinct was to follow up, to pursue this bait like a hungry dog untethered from the leash.
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"I’m the best thing that’s happened to you." Enzo was the antithesis of good things. He was unrivaled chaos and blunt knuckles and bloodied lips. He was the grit of asphalt seconds after a car crash. Fire on his skin and burning in his lungs like the drag of a cigarette. It would have been in Kosei's best interest to refute such a markedly false claim, but there was truth to it too. His life had also become markedly less boring after he'd met him.
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Kosei might not have been quite the "blushing maiden" that Enzo had teased him to be, but this didn't feel like any of the times before. It felt new, a part of it overwhelming and frightening in the way it made him want to repel away. At the same time it was like the strike of a match, lighting something he hadn't felt before.
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Fingers dug through the fabric of his shirt, into his hips. It felt very much the same as when they fought, with bloodied knuckles against sharp bone. Only this took a step into the territory that he'd secretly always wanted, even if he'd sooner die than admit it.
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Those words seemed to drag a response out of him that he felt somewhat embarrassed by, dry raspy sound that reverberated down his spine, silenced only by the sting of teeth in his lip. Of course, as usual, he had no fucking clue what Enzo was saying, but that was part of the thrill of it.
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His hand wrung into fabric with enough strength to tear. "Take it off, now."

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There was nothing delicate or tender to be found there between them. And admittedly, it was better that way. Nothing besotted or pining, though Enzo could probably still place the pieces together. Could intuit that under this outletting of pent up frustration, the Kosei who had kissed him in a drunken stupor, all affectionate and earnest, was still there.[break][break]
But Enzo was selfish. He was selfish and just as fed up and frustrated, and it felt satisfying to lick his wounds this way rather than with a brawl. Though, this wasn’t very far from the mark, either.[break][break]
Nor would he examine his own subconscious thoughts further. The fact that he was closer to caving to this than he ever cared to admit aloud. That Kosei, in all of his rule-obsessed, buttoned up glory had become his own brand of alluring to Enzo. Something waiting to be unwrapped. If only the one time.[break][break]
So he pressed closer, encouraged from the sound that fell from Kosei’s mouth and reverberated through him in turn. Unrelenting despite the dizzying pain from his injury and fatigue of his body to go easier in this. He didn’t know slow, only full tilt[break][break]
The demand coupled with the twist of his shirt sent a thrill humming through him. The force of it caused the immediate desire to obey. Which was something that Enzo could not claim to be accustomed to—not in the least. A muscle in his face twitched, smile stretching toward snide.[break][break]
It was in his best interest to be contrarian, naturally.[break][break]
He made no effort to pull his shirt up over his head. Diminished as the space between them was, his hand snaked upward. Breath heavy between them both, it wasn’t difficult to hook his fingers into Kosei’s mouth, rather than clamp around his jaw. Fingertips pressing against his tongue and then the flat of his teeth and dragging over his bottom lip as he steadied the other’s jaw—really made sure Kosei was looking him in the eye.[break][break]
“Bite me,” he spit back. [break][break]
The derisive words fell, a challenge in the face of an order he felt compelled to cave to. Enzo took orders from no one but himself. (And their superiors, he supposed, but that was a finer detail lost in the heat of the moment.)[break][break]
The sharpness in his stare spoke of defiance, but also betrayed curiosity. A wondering at how far Kosei would push back. And what it would take to make Enzo relinquish his own control.

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Under normal circumstances, even with the burn of want and adrenaline in his veins, he would have simmered himself. The reminder that Enzo was hurt was a palpably strong motivator not to unravel his already fraying control. Hate him as much as he did, he was not prone to pushing when something could give beneath him. Inflicting pain, although natural in his job, wasn't necessarily natural to him. He was good at it, but there was a line he refused to cross.
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Enzo tested every one of his rules, his limitations, his restraint. Everything about him riled Kosei in a way that was frankly fucking unacceptable. It was a double-edged sword, always with a blatant excuse attached to it that Kosei knew was bullshit. Even this was just an excuse to touch him, in some way that wasn't just violence. As if he hadn't felt bloodied longing under every thought. A part of him remembered the embarrassment of that night, a traded kiss he shouldn't have given.
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Then again, he was betraying a hell of a lot more of himself in that instance.
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Fingers slipped, unbidden into his mouth. They grazed along his tongue, pressed to the flat of his teeth. A thought burned in the back of his head that he wouldn't have minded pressing them to the back of his throat, it felt filthy and animal. Bite me. It was both an order and a challenge.
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Either way it was felt like a trap. He bit down and told himself it was rising up to the challenge when in reality he knew it was because he was a dog and, in the end, dogs do what they're told to.
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His hands ripped fabric of Enzo's shirt upward, hoping every movement hurt. His impatience was a greater betrayal and only his restraint was keeping him from seeking out more... instant gratification. Even when every thought fogged into incoherency, he couldn't give Enzo that satisfaction. Not yet.

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[attr="class","text"] Teeth ground down against his knuckles, pressure causing a thrum of pain that was still pale in comparison to the throb of his shoulder. Still, he grinned wide as Kosei complied, fingers hooking against the back of his teeth to drag his face closer. “Good dog,” he taunted, the bite of it blunted from the way the words wheezed from his throat.[break][break]
Enzo yanked his hand loose, spit slick fingers sliding down to trace down the other’s neck. Drifting over the bob of his adam’s apple. The collision of their mouths as impacting as a car crash. The screech and twist of metal as it tangled together into something that couldn’t be rightly separated again. None of it so kind and devoted.[break][break]
All of that force and heat becoming a warped binding agent in the violence of the act.[break][break]
He broke away when Kosei pulled at his clothing, not at all gently, of course. Another hissed noise slipped loose as his arm jostled from the movement. He pulled back, teeth bared as he pushed lightly at the center of the other’s chest to back off. His other palm braced the wall as the spin of vertigo washed over him.[break][break]
A flash of irritation flickered in his eyes as he eyed Kosei, and then finished the work of removing his shirt. A lift of his brow as his gaze moved down to Kosei’s own clothing, and then back up to his face.[break][break]
Ugly color had bloomed across pale skin, filling in the gaps in the tattoo work that crawled up his arm, over his shoulder and chest, then down his side. Angry violet that matched his eyes. Rather than close the distance again, he waited. Expectant. Breath falling in ragged puffs.

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“Good dog.”

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Kosei should have wanted nothing more than to bite down until he tasted blood, until the one sound in the apartment was Enzo's vocalized pain. It would have been an easy emotion to fall into, this contempt he felt. Yet, the want felt equally potent, if not more. It was pathetic, but part of him liked that. A shiver of something crashed down his spine that he didn't want to identify, but he knew it anyway. It seemed to belong to Enzo in the same way he did in that moment—at the tail-end of a leash, frothing and snapping teeth.

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Enzo was like a chemical reaction, mixed together with explosive results. They didn't work, they would never work. Even then, some part of him craved that chemical response like nicotine. Mouths crashed together, saliva-slick fingers gliding across his skin. It was filthy in all the ways that Kosei should've hated.

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He hated more all the way he didn't hate this.

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Even as Enzo pressed him away and he felt doused by reality, he couldn't help the way his heart pounded or his breath heaved. Enzo removed his shirt, revealing ugly bruises. This should have been a moment of reflection, torn away from the sudden driving need. Still clothed, a blatant opportunity to turn back. It felt purposeful, a moment of ridicule. A look how much you want this moment and he did. It was so painfully obvious that he was driving this because even as Enzo pushed him away, he'd resisted.

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With every opportunity to turn the dial down and step away, he didn't. Instead, he slipped his shirt overhead. The sticky tackiness of blood on the fabric, not his own. His eyes slipped across bruises, wanting to address the painfully obvious error but not wanting to risk the heat slipping through his fingers. It was selfish, unexpectedly hedonistic of him. It should have been in his best interest to stop.

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Enzo looked at him with expectancy and he stepped forward because someone had to and it was probably going to be him in the end. Or, maybe he was a bit of a dog, in the end. The violence hadn't left his touch, but it diminished in the way he touched Enzo's arm, his mouth coasting over bruise like a subtle threat.

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With a withered sigh, he stepped aside. "There's pain meds in the cabinet by the sink."

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