drabbles prompts for sku under cut
slap me
“Ryouta.”
“...Ryouta, don’t ignore me.” Daiki tried to grab his wrist. Ryouta practically shoved him away.
“Don’t you fucking dare touch me.” don’t you stand there looking like /you’re/ the one who should have any right to be annoyed with anything. Daiki’s brows furrow.
“What? We ‘broke up’ remember? I’m free to do what i want without consulting you first.” ha.hahahahaha. this can’t be real. it was two fucking days. two days after they “broke up”. He feels like he can’t breathe. he shouts instead.
“You don’t- DON’T YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND?? You think you haven’t done anything wrong???”
daiki pauses for a moment. something seems to falter the hard look in his eyes but he speaks with a firm “No.”
He hit him. without realizing it but he would’ve done it anyways even if he could think straight. It looks like it hurts.
“YOU BASTARD” he’s so angry, so hurt and he’s panting because it’s so hard to breathe under the truth that he’s never meant anything to this boy. “Fuck whatever bitch you want daiki, but i swear if you ever try to talk to me again i’ll fucking kill you.”
Snow
“I can’t believe he made us fucking practice when it’s freezing out.” the field had been half frozen and even Daiki had been cold in his slightly-warmer goalie uniform.
Although… the one complaining here shouldn’t be the one who always feels like a furnace.
“Keep going like that and i’m sure you’ll get a sore throat by morning.”
“you can nurse me back to health then.”
“fat chance.” He shivered. his jacket wasn’t nearly as warm as it looked. he looked sideways at Ryouta.
“Hey what are you doing??” the length of Ryoutas hair wrapped around Daiki like a scarf. Ryouta kept his hair in good condition. soft and silky; not bad for a makeshift scarf.
“shhhh. Just put up with it until we get home.”
Suck Me
It’s all part of the sick twisted game they play.
The chase, the weeks it takes him sometimes to catch up, the ensuing fight where they aim to kill, and fucking each other bloody and bruised in trashy apartments and trashier hotel rooms. And Ryouta always wins his blood.
“Ow, ease up on the grip fruit loops.”
“You’re not allowed complaints princess.” who’s the one getting fed here? not to mention his ass is still sore from earlier. The other made a small noise of annoyance but nothing more.
Daiki swears his heart stutters everytime; when Ryouta’s fangs tear his skin and it feels like fire runs through his blood. It lasts a minute at most, his knuckles turning white from digging his nails into Ryouta’s shoulder blades.
It’s funny how he could think of it as gentle the way the pretty vampire bitch suckles his neck afterwords. more like proper kissing if they could consider themselves of being capable of decency. Anemic now, his breathe comes in small pants; he’ll make Ryouta be a pillow this time.
it’s always the same though. the bed will have grown cold by dawn and he’ll start hunting him down by noon. They can’t ever have eachother so this is as close as they can get.
maybe one day he’ll actually kill him.
Zip Me
“Can you get this? i swear they put these things exactly where i can’t reach.” they’ve both resigned themselves long ago to being at the mercy of the twins and they’re hobby.
Ryouta turns around the draws the zipper up in one smooth motion. the short white dress kinda suits him. it makes ryouta chuckle. he pressed a light kiss against the exposed back of Daiki’s neck. the latter twisted and raised an eyebrow.
“...you’re so fucking gay.”
“Hell yeah.”
