#dashinslashin

Niko furrowed his brow, eyes set deeply in concentration on the task before him. Hands placed to either side of his quarry, hunched over and shoulders tense. He worried his bottom lip with his teeth, followed immediately by his tongue to sooth the flesh. He was never one to brag but he was proud of his stamina, something he had built up over the years between all of his physical hobbies, killing people and hauling catches had tempered it impressively. Yet, not even 20 mins in, he found himself sweating and ready to collapse. A broad hand found its way to his hairline and dragged backwards, nails scraping the skin lightly and pulling his bangs back with the slick of his own sweat. A low guttural groan of frustration bubbled up from deep within him and passed through his slightly parted lips as he clenched his eyes shut. Damn this all to hell, he was no longer a weak, simpering boy, and he would see it to the end. But after another hour passed with no relief in sight, Niko had to call it quits. Face covered beneath the crook of his elbow, he mulled over his choices and after making his decision, hauled his hulking body towards his landline. A quick flip through his notepad, riddled with names and numbers, he found his mark. On baited breath he waited as the phone rang, hitching as the other end picked up.

“Ah, hello Jacob. I was wondering if I could ask for your… assistance.” Niko’s shoulders deflating in embarrassment, hand covering his blushing face, glad the man on the other end couldn't see it, “Yes, again with the taxes…”

It wasn’t fair.

Keone grumbled internally as he blew a particularly annoying strand of hair from his face. His current position wasn’t what he would consider optimal, folded over nearly in half, knees to his ears. Very poor for fighting and practically immoble at the moment.

He has a clear size advantage. Not only is he taller by almost a whole foot, but he weighs so much. If I had been quieter this would have turned out in my favor. It’s not like that jerk is the better hunter or anything, and it’s not like I fucked up on purpose.

Excuses. Keone knew that no matter what he thought about it or tried to reason with himself, the situation wouldn’t change magically. His frustration grew as he tried to writhe out of his current predicament, a dark flush blossoming across his handsome features with every passing second he failed at his task at hand. 

“I’d stop that if I were you”. 

If it wasn’t for the fact that Keone had spent enough time around the man, he would have completely missed the tinge of smarminess flavoring the icy, monotoned lilt. 

Oh, it pissed him off so much. Maybe he was just reading into it too much, but he was already gone in his anger, trying to free his hands that were pinned between his thighs and torso. His opponent’s hands resting on either side of his head, and the whole of Niko’s weight pressed against the back of his thighs. Niko kept his face just outside of Keone’s range to be able to headbutt him and flip this scenario on its head, enraging the islander even more. 

Between his bucking, growling, and snapping at the man above him in his attempts to flee, he didn’t notice the mischievous glint in Niko’s eyes. As soon as Niko grew impatient he gave a rough rut of his hips against the smaller man’s upturned ass, causing Keone to promptly freeze with a click of his teeth.