♠ Best I can do, pleasure/pain

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This was pathetic. How in the fuck had he let himself get taken down like this by her of all people?

“You’re not much for fighting, a~re you~?”

And she had to say it in that lilt- God, he fucking hated that lilt.

A small, booted foot planted itself in his chest with entirely too much force and Zouti let out a half-gasp, half-snarl as she forced him back onto an elbow, the point at the tip of her axe aimed dead at his face. He followed it to her hand, fingers just-barely long enough to wrap around the handle of her weapon of choice, and up her arm to her face. She sneered down at him, long hair in disarray from their fight, and shifted her grip on her axe, moving it closer to his face. He raised a hand, shifting the point away from his face, and curled his lip into a sneer.

“That’s what you think, bitch-!”

There was a crackle of red energy, and the axe was slung haphazardly out of her hands, flying far enough to embed itself into a nearby tree. Zurahe made the bad decision to watch it fly off, thoroughly startled, and let out a startled sound- surprisingly vulnerable and high-pitched- as Zouti used her distraction to launch himself at her and knock her onto her back.

“Augh! Get off, nooklicker!”

“Hah! You wish bulgesucker!”

“Oh fuck you, get off..!”

She tried to knee him between the legs at that, but he slammed her leg against the ground with his mind, his hands keeping her wrists pinned at her shoulders. Her hands strained, the faint yellow glow of her own power appearing at her arms but the pulse of the light faltered as she tried to jerk her arms out of his wrists, only succeeding in spreading her arms further and making his arms go with them, bringing his face closer to hers. He was sneering at her now, sharp fangs highlighted in the red glow of his psionics as they wrapped around her ribcage like a vice. She gasped again as the breath was squeezed out of her, fingers clenching and un-clenching as she tried to gather herself. She finally succeeded with a shriek of concentration, throwing him up and off her, and she rolled with the movement, slinging her leg over her torso and bringing her fist back with another shrill, furious sound- but he stopped it in mid-swing and she let out a frustrated noise, her other hand twisting harshly in his hair and yanking.

“Ah…! Fuck, let go you fight like a fucking girl-!”

“Oh I only won~der why that is?!”

“Fuck I hate that. That little way you just… fucking sing-song bullshit at random! Fuck, it’s so fucking irritating..!”

“Well I’m ha~rdly a fan of your constant fucking need to bitch about absolutely every inconvenience, no matter if it affects you or not!”

“I hate your voice!”

“I hate your fucking temper!”

“I hate your fucking prissy attitude! What the fuck do you think, you’re a fucking blue-blood?!”

“Get the hell over it you fucking grub- so I’ve got manners! That’s more than I can say for-mmphh!”

The impending tirade was cut off with a kiss, and when he yanked back to glare down at her, she stared up at him, momentarily stupefied, dark eyes wide and disbelieving.

“What the fuck?!”

The scream was followed with a fist to his jaw before he could say anything, blood beading and trailing slowly from his split lip. Still panting with both disbelief and anger, her other hand fisted in his hair and she yanked him up and against her for another kiss. It was a blur of motion from there, alternating between swapping blows and swapping spit, snarls sliding easily from between one set of bared teeth to the other as they fought their way across the ground.

“Wait, wait- stop..! This is— we need to stop..!”

They yanked apart, breath coming even faster now as their eyes met, both pairs half-lidded but alert. Zurahe trailed her fingers over the slashes in her stockings with a slight quirk of an eyebrow, and Zouti scowled back and looked pointedly at the darkening spots on his shirt where her claws had breached his skin. She looked down at the bloodstains, blinking in apparent surprise, and then looked back up to see him wiping the blood from his mouth, tongue sliding out over his lips. She snarled, something in her rebelling at the evidence that her teeth had been on him being wiped away so easily and lunged forward again, tugging his head back as she did so.

“Fuck it,” she rasped huskily, pressing her mouth against the side of his neck, fingers scraping along his scalp as he pressed back against the nearest tree.

His only response was a snarl and another quartet of slashes in her stockings, blood welling and beginning to slide down the back of her thigh. She gasped against his skin, let out a throaty ‘oh fuck..!’ and sank her teeth into his throat with a moan.