did someone say hockey ghouls? because i’ve got swiss and dew on opposing teams and making each other bleed. rain may be a center but he’s playing referee here.
RATING: explicit (cw for blood)
Back to back, Swiss and Dew refused to look at each other. The falling swell and heave of their chests moved in erratic tandem, as anger simmered in the air. One wrong move could send it boiling over.
Weeks worth of heat had been mounting between them, like a summer storm crackling with electricity.
The tension that came with being on opposing teams was inevitable, but as of late, it had been running higher than usual.
Especially after the spark of a fight that had broken out on the ice only hours before.
The tick of the clock had counted down on the third, narrating the battle for dominance in front of Mountain’s net. Sweat and misery kept the two teams trapped in a vicious struggle, the puck unmoving from the Ghoul’s end of the ice. As the minutes closed in, begging the tie to break, the boards of the end zone felt suffocating.
And everyone was getting desperate to breathe.
Finally catching an opportunity to snag the puck at a moment’s notice, Swiss had moved with purpose. With the right timing, the impulse of a shot could make the point of the game. That is, until he was caught in the crossfire of a stick, high and proud as it slammed into his shoulder.
As the perpetrator had skated away, jeering with a familiar grin, Swiss had horribly fumbled the execution of his plan. The puck weakly drifted off on the snow ridden ice, mocking him as it fell into the possession of a triumphant Ifrit.
And nobody swooped in to stop the play.
So, Swiss took the missing call into his own hands and made his own. Brutally, it sent him flying at Dew, all fists and no gloves.
Skipping the pleasantries of teasing chirps, they made haste of instigating punches with the intent to draw blood. And blood was certainly drawn.
It still stained their chins, dried and smeared, as they sat locked in a heated silence.
“Unbelievable,” Rain tutted, standing over them in disappointment. Cutting through the hotel stench, his anger scented the air with the salty spray of tidal waves. “You’re like kits, it’s fucking pathetic.”
Neither ghoul dared to respond, letting their furious silence speak volumes.
Rolling his eyes, Rain ran a hand through his dark curls with irritation. He did nothing to mask his frustration. “Oh, so this is my responsibility now? I have to mediate for you, because you’re too immature to do it yourselves?”
Yet again, Rain was met with the retort of a deadly quiet. Any words that Swiss and Dew wanted to say were lost to the throws of anger.
But ever the instigator, Swiss wasn’t going to pass up an opportunity to make the situation worse than it already was.
“Make the call, Rain,” he growled, his lip curling. His resentment lingered, desperate to find justice for Dew’s foul play. And all of those that had come before it.
Pausing, Rain took to indulging in his own silence. Dangerously, he surveyed the two bloodied and battered ghouls with a careful eye. Every twitch of his gaze was calculated, measuring out his assessment of what was deserved.
Though, Rain had made up his mind the second he had pulled Dew off of Swiss back on the ice. The suspense of feigned consideration was just part of his own game.
“Swiss, fuck him until he’s sorry. That’s a good penalty, isn’t it, firefly?”
Dew barely got the opportunity to respond, choking out a whine in agreement, as Swiss descended with all the teeth and tongue of a heated kiss.
Dried blood flaked between their chapped lips, as they devoured each other. Hot and fierce, Swiss demanded Dew’s full attention, and he got it in stride. Lacking hesitation, the fire ghoul’s forked tongue licked into his mouth with smoke, copper, and cinnamon.
It was sickening with how easy it was for Dew to break Swiss down. Within seconds, the liquid hot anger that simmered in the pool of his gut had shifted into desire.
Quickly, the already intense lust was made insufferable as the tang of fresh blood was exchanged with their kiss. A particularly vicious blow had Dew’s nose bleeding mercilessly during the fight, and it kicked back up again with a vengeance.
Despite the hot, red rush, neither Swiss nor Dew pulled away. It did nothing but encourage the heat between their thighs, as Rain’s snarl echoed in approval.
Finally drawing away with a stuttering gasp, Swiss pulled back in a weak display of restraint. It was short lived while he took a mere moment to recover, before diving in to lick a path up Dew’s bloodied face.
With frenzied affection, Swiss went back in. He leaned in, mouthing at Dew’s chin and licking up at the swell of his lips that begged to be kissed again. Ignoring their pleas, Swiss dragged his face through the trails of the blood he had once drawn. It was nauseating and he wanted more.
Swallowing down his hunger, Swiss moved down Dew’s chest. It had been long bare as soon as the door of the hotel room had clicked behind him, heaving and flushed with sweat. Now, it left him perfectly vulnerable to Swiss’ tongue flicking against the rings through his nipples.
“Give it to me,” Dew moaned out, clearly displeased with the teasing trail Swiss had been making down his body. The heady smoke of his arousal was intoxicating, and made him impossible to deny.
Whipping his head to Rain, Swiss looked to the water ghoul with expectant hesitation - awaiting approval.
“Take what you need,” Rain rasped, a needy hand working its way down into his pants to relieve his own desperate cock.
And Swiss certainly didn’t need to be told twice.
With frenzied hands, he made rough work of forcing Dew’s tight slacks down around his thighs - just enough to free his cunt. Slick and waiting, Dew pushed his legs apart to fully reveal the extent of his arousal. It was an invitation, a plea, to be ruined.
Quick to settle in a familiar spot between Dew’s knees, Swiss stared up at him through dark lashes. Grinning with blood soaked fangs, he licked his lips with hungry anticipation.
Keeping heated eye contact, Swiss pulled the length of his tongue across Dew’s cunt. Light and teasing, blood smeared with the drag of the motion - mixing with the slick of his arousal.
Above him, Dew mewled at the sight - the amber of his eyes almost swallowed with pitch black pupils.
Using his response as encouragement, Swiss took to lapping at the head of Dew’s clit. Revelling in how it rested against his tongue with every pull and drag of his mouth. Pushing deeper, Swiss nudged his nose into Dew’s light curls, leaving his face flush against the swell of his body.
In response, Dew’s hips pressed up off the mattress with a whine, forcing himself further onto Swiss’ waiting mouth.
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