💔 a kiss as a warning.
FUCKED UP KISSES.
@no1asshole // no longer accepting.
Remy tries hard not to get pissed. Really, he does; he knows it not healthy, the way energy crackles around his bones and he moves too quick, too nasty when he’s angry, so he tries not to be ’cause he blows shit sky-high when he is.
But even as easygoing as he is, he’s got a limit, and Wade is pushing it, grabbing at every bit of composure he’s got and pulling at it until he’s stretched thin and tearing at the middle, and when he snaps he moves so damn fast there’s an afterimage.
His forearm slams into Wade’s throat, crushing him into the wall, and his lips are searing when he kisses him, overheated and burning with something a lot harsher than need. “Ferme ta gueule,” he hisses, slow and contemptuous. “How ’bout you don’t keep talkin’ about kissin’ Rogue, and I won’t blow your hands off, run you through, an’ leave you pinned to the wall t’watch ya squirm? You’re a real piece of shit sometimes, Wade, y’know that?”
He was a lot of things, but he was never uglier than when his mouth was twisted up in jealousy.
