A drabble in which our muses fight. :*
Bao was sitting patiently in Chris’ living room. He sprawled out on the much used couch, bouncing his feet as they hung over the end. He was far, far too tall for this thing. He sighed, beginning to feel an ache in his backside from sitting too long. It had already been two hours since he had followed them home, going unnoticed as a rat behind Chris and his human whore.
He finally got up and ventured over to the small kitchen and poked his head into the fridge. He frowned at its hollow innards.
His head tilted to the side as he heard a bedroom door open. Soft footsteps pattered down the hallway. Bao stared steadily as Chris stepped into view.
Christopher paused. He was surprised at first, then anger painted his face.
"What the fuck are you doing in my apartment?”
Bao stood straight, slowly closing the fridge door. He puffed his chest up a bit.
"What am I doing? I think the better question is what is she doing here.” He said quietly. His eyes narrowed dangerously. Chris’ hair was mussed. He was naked but for a pair of boxers. Bao felt heat tickle up his neck as he looked the serpent up and down. Bite marks covered his shoulders and neck- scratches left criss-crossed lines over his beautiful tattoos. Bao tried his hardest not to breath, for he could smell her scent plastered to his inked skin. The corner of his mouth twitched in a disgusted sneer.
"Who I bring home isn’t your fucking business, Bao. We’ve been over this several FUCKING times!" Chris was seething. "Now get the fuck out of my place, dammit!" He jabbed his finger towards the door.
"Not my business?" Bao hissed. He stepped closer, sizing Chris up.
"Everything about you is my business." He growled. His vibrant green eyes shone dangerously. "I don’t really care for you fucking other people-"
“It’s not your decision!" Chris pushed Bao in the chest, hardly making a dent in the beast’s rock solid stance. He gripped Chris’ wrists like shackles, holding them close to him. One hand was big enough to cuff both of the serpent’s wrists. With his other he grabbed a handful of Chris’ dark hair and pulled his head back. He felt his mouth begin to salivate as he tugged Chris’ hair. He leaned forward, running his nose against the bitten skin of his serpent. Her scent was embedded in the bite marks. Bao growled deep in his chest. He retraced his trail, this time with his tongue. Bao’s own saliva covered the woman’s, re-marking Christopher. Really, it was the only scent he should ever carry.
"Get off me you fucking pervert." Chris breathed. Bao held onto him tightly. He grinned as his prisoner shook- whether with rage or pleasure, Bao didn’t care. He ran his tongue over every bite and Chris allowed him. Bao finally released his grip on his hair and moved his head up to kiss Christopher’s already used mouth. Christopher was breathing heavily now. Every exhale excited Bao more and more…
The serpent’s tattooed right hook slammed into Bao’s jaw. He felt his lip split, black blood trickling down his chin.
"You better be gone when I come back out." Chris pushed away, leaving Bao bleeding and erect in his dingy kitchen.
Bao ruffled his hair and sighed. He’d wait outside until the bitch left. Then, he thought, he’d probably follow her home and kill her. Some freak bear accident, maybe. No one touched his Christopher.
//hahaahahahhahalkdjfalksjdfaweg asdfaie i’m dying
