solar eclipse
| Fandom: | King of Fighters |
|---|---|
| Pairing(s): | Yagami Iori x Kusanagi Kyo |
| Publication Date: | |
| Word count: | 453 |
| Status: | Complete |
| Tags: | noncon, blood, kissing, biting, choking, grinding, hate sex |
| Links: | AO3, SquidgeWorld |
Taken over by his Orochi blood, Iori beats Kyo to a pulp and savors the moment. Every bit of it. He makes sure Kyo knows it.
Starting Notes
Note: Not beta read. Originally written for 2024 Wanksgiving drabble collection on AO3.
I think these guys should kiss and kill each other :) as a treat
Happy Wanksgiving! If you don't celebrate Thanksgiving Wanksgiving and/or it is not Thanksgiving Wanksgiving by the time you are reading this, I hope you're doing alright and I hope the day treats you well.
After all these years, you have him now!
That bastard Kyo, the Kusanagi Kyo, is all bloodied, bruised and beneath you! And you… you did this! He's all marked up thanks to your hands…!
God, he's so pretty like this.
Kyo clutches his stomach, coughing. A trickle of blood trails his plump lips. You straddle him, caging your arms around him. Your hard-on presses against the both of you, separated by layer of fabric. He grits his teeth and glares at you. Those eyes. Those deep obsidian black eyes are on you. You. His wretched bangs are in the way of seeing his disgusting face but-god-it leaves you breathless. Your lips twist into a wicked grin, teeth barred like a feral dog. A hungry heat surges through your body. Your mouth waters. Your breath is warm and heavy.
You lean forward, nipping his neck. He freezes. You lap his blood into your mouth. With your tongue, you rub it on your teeth and in between. You take extra care to explore the gashes of his skin. Just ever so slightly, he trembles. He's holding back his groans.
"Yagami…" Kyo calls out. His once smooth voice is husky and dry. He tries to push you off but to no avail. You squeezed out all of his might in the fight before this.
Pathetic.
You search around for a spot.
Somewhere…
somewhere…
There!
You sink your teeth into him. He lets out a noise-a wonderful, beautiful noise-that breaks into a weak moan. He's so soft. He smells so dirty, so sweaty and you're getting high off of it. Your hand trails along his pecs. You release him, gazing at the beautiful purple bruise blooming at the base of his neck. A thick bit of saliva slips out of your mouth.
His breath is wavering. The pulse of his quickening heart rings in your ears. His face softens into something... an expression you've never seen him wear before.
He lays there limp, staring into you. Your shadow towering over him.
God…! You can't take it anymore…!
You grip the front of his shirt-tearing it partially in the process-and shove your tongue into his mouth. His blood, mixed with your dirty saliva, shoved back into his mouth. You make sure he knows that taste. You make sure he remembers it. You make sure he breathes it. He tries to utter something but it's indistinguishable. Your hands crawl to his neck, causing him to flinch. Ever so slowly, you press down. He winces and moans. He's melting there, succumbing to you. Your cock twitches. You grind your hips against him.
That Kyo… He's gonna stay there, right where he belongs.
You're gonna make sure of it.