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Title- Only Human
Bunji/Lee
Disclaimer- dont own the guys. only borrowing. no profit made
It's a frantic sort of desperation that brings him to me in the wee hours of the morning, when all decent people have long since given up on late night television and gone to bed.
Less chance of his being seen.
Honestly, I can't blame him. I wouldn't want to be seen sneaking in to see a guy like me. My type, we radiate a sort of rugged mess, the variety gained from our line of work and the fact we managed to misplace most of our morals ages ago.
That and I'm pretty sure my room smells like old beer and stale sweat. It's a comfortable smell for me, but someone like him...well, he is a bit too clean, too fine and prissy to want to be around that. To let other people know he willingly enters into that sort of environment.
Hell, at least I cleaned up the old pizza box he took such offense to.
I didn't have to. I don't owe the bastard anything. Not really.
If anything, he owes me.
I don't have to let him in, with that wild, disgusted look in his eyes. I don't have to ignore his slight shudder of a very personal revulsion as he looks at me, the slight pause before he touches me.
His skin is too damn soft.
His nails are too damn long.
If I wanted a woman, I could go off and get myself a woman. There are some perks to being a sweeper in a big shot organization like Millenion. Really though, once he gets over himself, gets over the fact he came here, to me, with the intent to fuck, I stop giving a shit whether or not that is vanilla I smell on his skin.
When Balladbird Lee makes up his mind, there isn't a damn force in hell that can change it. I don't know when he decided I was good for a stress fuck, a post combat screw, but I'm not going to argue.
I could get any woman I wanted, I'm pretty damn sure of that, I just doubt I would score one as fuckably beautiful as Lee. And its damn addictive how well he utilizes those long nails of his to destroy whatever shirt has the misfortune of being on my torso at the time, the way he claws little patterns into my back when I move too slow.
I really only move too slow to get him to do that. Responsive, noisy little bastard. It's the best high, getting him all riled up. It's a pleasure to get him to claw and growl, to get him to drop that priggish little attitude of his and plunge down to my seedy level of operations.
The part I know I have trouble reconciling myself with is the fact he doesn't leave as soon as he has cleaned himself up. The prick curls himself right back into my rough, probably in need of a wash or two, sheets. Yeah, he has to be pretty desperate to stumble his way into my room, to bite, kiss, claw, and fuck...
But the bastard watches me smoke, scratching my stomach in a content, contemplative sort of way, pretending not to notice his exotically beautiful eyes on me. What would a high-class sod like him want with Kugashira Bunji?
Most likely to be treated like another human. I don't have the patience for that high class social fucking around he is so good at. Waste of time. I want no part in it.
I guess his patience gets worn thin every now and then too.
He is human, after all. No matter how he usually tries to deny it.
Bunji/Lee
Disclaimer- dont own the guys. only borrowing. no profit made
It's a frantic sort of desperation that brings him to me in the wee hours of the morning, when all decent people have long since given up on late night television and gone to bed.
Less chance of his being seen.
Honestly, I can't blame him. I wouldn't want to be seen sneaking in to see a guy like me. My type, we radiate a sort of rugged mess, the variety gained from our line of work and the fact we managed to misplace most of our morals ages ago.
That and I'm pretty sure my room smells like old beer and stale sweat. It's a comfortable smell for me, but someone like him...well, he is a bit too clean, too fine and prissy to want to be around that. To let other people know he willingly enters into that sort of environment.
Hell, at least I cleaned up the old pizza box he took such offense to.
I didn't have to. I don't owe the bastard anything. Not really.
If anything, he owes me.
I don't have to let him in, with that wild, disgusted look in his eyes. I don't have to ignore his slight shudder of a very personal revulsion as he looks at me, the slight pause before he touches me.
His skin is too damn soft.
His nails are too damn long.
If I wanted a woman, I could go off and get myself a woman. There are some perks to being a sweeper in a big shot organization like Millenion. Really though, once he gets over himself, gets over the fact he came here, to me, with the intent to fuck, I stop giving a shit whether or not that is vanilla I smell on his skin.
When Balladbird Lee makes up his mind, there isn't a damn force in hell that can change it. I don't know when he decided I was good for a stress fuck, a post combat screw, but I'm not going to argue.
I could get any woman I wanted, I'm pretty damn sure of that, I just doubt I would score one as fuckably beautiful as Lee. And its damn addictive how well he utilizes those long nails of his to destroy whatever shirt has the misfortune of being on my torso at the time, the way he claws little patterns into my back when I move too slow.
I really only move too slow to get him to do that. Responsive, noisy little bastard. It's the best high, getting him all riled up. It's a pleasure to get him to claw and growl, to get him to drop that priggish little attitude of his and plunge down to my seedy level of operations.
The part I know I have trouble reconciling myself with is the fact he doesn't leave as soon as he has cleaned himself up. The prick curls himself right back into my rough, probably in need of a wash or two, sheets. Yeah, he has to be pretty desperate to stumble his way into my room, to bite, kiss, claw, and fuck...
But the bastard watches me smoke, scratching my stomach in a content, contemplative sort of way, pretending not to notice his exotically beautiful eyes on me. What would a high-class sod like him want with Kugashira Bunji?
Most likely to be treated like another human. I don't have the patience for that high class social fucking around he is so good at. Waste of time. I want no part in it.
I guess his patience gets worn thin every now and then too.
He is human, after all. No matter how he usually tries to deny it.
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