“So I’ll just be going then.” You tried to steady your words like Kaji had taught you, so no one would know that you were scared. But how couldn’t you be frightened as Togame Jou gazed down at you through tinted sunglasses as though he wanted to devour you whole.

With confidence in your actions, you decided to move, sweaty palms pushed yourself away from the wall as you began to make your leave. Slipping around Togame as you tried to speed up, pretty sandals sounding against stone, but it was no match for him. 

“Hey, hey,” He reached out to stop you, a muscular arm weaving around your shoulders as he pulled you towards him. Your back pressed firm against his chest as his lips brushed the shell of your ear, “What’s the rush, sweetheart?” 

He inhaled deeply, breathing in the saccharine scent of you as he tightened his grip with silent possession, “You already broke the rule, and it's not like you can take it back. So we might as well make the most of it hm?”

He reached up with his free hand to grab your cheeks between his thumb and forefinger, tilting your head in his direction as his lips hovered over yours. His warm breath stroked your skin as you found yourself leaning into his touch. 

“And it’s not like I can just send you on your way back without punishment—” He cooed, “What kind of image would that set for your little Furin boys.”

Togame squeezed your cheeks together as your lips curled into a pout, leaning forward to press an uncharacteristically soft, lingering kiss against them. He spoke so slowly, and articulately it had your cunt betraying your mind as your hole clenched around nothing.

“I think I’ll have to make an example of you,” Togame continued, one of his large palms moved to cup your breast beneath the pretty sundress you were wearing. Moulding it beneath splayed fingers as he dipped into the plush of it, dragging a pretty whine from between your parted lips, “So they all know not to mess with Shisitoren.”

The thin strip of no man’s land between Shishitoren and Furin turf seemed to be the only safe place for miles, and yet somehow you’d decided to slip a toe over the line to find yourself being looked at as prey.

“You understand, don’t you sweetheart?” He continued, hands bunched into his jacket pockets as he sauntered closer. The clack of his sandals against the ground echoed through the air, “It ain’t personal.”

You found it hard to believe. The gang warfare between Shishitoren and Furin seemed to be deep-rooted in hatred, woven from years of deflecting members and infiltration. The latter had built huge distrust on both sides, and it wasn’t peculiar for Togame to think that Furin might stoop as low as sending in a pretty piece of skirt to try and bridge the divide. 

“So, I’ll just be leaving then.” You watched as he pulled his sunglasses up to settle on top of his messy black hair, revealing emerald eyes that helped you try to gauge his reaction as you watched his cheeks curl into a grin. 

“Ah, now you see I can’t let you do that,” Togame tutted, “You ain’t supposed to be on this side of town, so you can’t just say sorry and be on your way—”

“I’ll go back to the right side,” You smiled, “No one needs to know.”

“But what if you get lost leavin'?” He sneered, his chapped lips grazing the shell of your ear as you felt your breath hitch in your throat, “Ain’t no telling what kinda sick, nasty creeps could be out looking for a pretty little Furin princess.”

“It’s lucky I found you, huh? If it had been Choji it would've been way worse,” He cooed leaning down towards you, “Although, I guess that could make you think it’s okay—”

“Please,” You whimpered when you felt his hands slip lower, dragging down from your hips to smooth over your skirt, fingertips dancing beneath the hem as he brushed the naked skin on your thighs, “No one needs to know.”

“You gonna keep this our dirty little secret?” He snorted, dragging his knuckles along your inner thighs as your skirt began to bunch at his wrists, almost leaving you exposed you decided to follow pure instinct as you moved to leave, "You know I can't let you do that— because where would we be without rules?"

Your body jerked to the side to try and slip beneath his arms, but Togame was quicker. There was a reason that Choji had picked him as his number two in command, and it wasn’t just the fact that they were friends. He was a fierce fighter, with sharp reflexes, his hands were quick to subdue you. Curling around your middle as he pulled you back towards him, forcing your chest against the wall as you thrashed in his arms, teeth bared as he pressed his cheek against yours and your face smashed against the wall. 

“Now where do you think you’re going?” He sneered, “I thought we were getting along.”

You gasped as he pressed the full length of his body against yours, his bulge pressed against the small of your back as he nuzzled your cheek. 

“I was being so nice considering you’re the one breaking the rules.” Togame sighed wistfully, “And you had to go and ruin it.”

He was far rougher this time, his hands sliding down your body to hike your skirt up around your waist. The sudden movement had your breath hitching in your throat as you felt the cool evening air hit your exposed skin.

“You always wear these slutty panties, sweetheart?” He scoffed, “I bet this is the real reason you crossed into our territory huh?”

“W-what?” You gasped in shock at the insinuation, eyes wide. 

“You wanted this to happen, didn’t you?” 

“No, I would never,” You choked back a sob, feeling it lodge at the back of your throat as you tried to blink back the tears that threatened to spill from your waterline, "It was an accident, I promise."

Togame’s fingers slipped between your thighs to stroke against the satin, gliding across the fabric as he pressed against your crotch. His lips curled into a satisfied grin at how wet you felt beneath his fingers, pressing down on your slit as he felt you writhe into his touch as your body sought more friction. 

“You’re awful wet for someone begging to leave.” Togame grins as the calloused pads of his fingers brush through your folds, feeling your wetness stick to his fingers as he deliberately strokes against your clit. The sudden movement has your hips jerking roughly as you accidentally press yourself against the bulge beneath his sweats, "You sure it was an accident?"

He’s rough when he curls his fingers in your panties, tugging them down your hips as they begin to fall when they reach your knees, exposing your slit completely as he holds a cheek to spread you open for him, whistling lowly as he takes in just how wet and puffy you are for him. 

“Furin girls really have got such pretty pussies, huh?” He coos, his tone steeped in jealousy, “No wonder they’re all so protective of you."

You hear Togame shuffle behind you as he eases his sweats down just enough to free his aching cock, the length hot and heavy in his palm as he gives himself a solid pump. Twisting his palm over the head to smear his pre along it before taking hold at the base, easing his hips forward as he brushes the swollen tip through your messy folds. 

He groaned when he felt the blunt head collide with your fluttering entrance, catching against it before pulling back. Almost slipping inside over and over as you found yourself spreading your thighs further apart to give him more space, pressing yourself back on his cock as you coaxed him in.

“Fuck,” Togame groaned as he rut his hips forward, feeling your cunt pulse against him as his swollen tip nudged your clit instead, causing you to cry out as you flailed against him in a debauched mess for him. 

His grip on your ass became harsher as his calloused fingers made the supple flesh divot beneath them, prising you open for him as he leaned back to direct himself inside your velvety walls. Groaning at the way your cunt immediately began to throb and clench around him when he met the first ring of muscle as you tried to pull him deeper, feeling the ache of the stretch begin to flow through you. Your body betrayed you as your cunt drooled with slick, more than wet enough to take every inch of him with minimal prep as he felt you engulf him. 

“Actin’ real slutty for someone that doesn’t want it.” He cooed, giving an experimental rut of his hips as your cunt eagerly took more of him in, your warmth engulfing him whole as he bottomed out. His heady balls were snug against your clit as he stilled for a moment to cherish the way your walls squeezed him, accommodating to his size as you whimpered softly. 

“God, you’re so fuckin’ perfect.” Togame drawled as he began to pull himself from your heat, unsheathing his cock as he shamelessly looked down to see the messy sheen you’d left against him, “Takin’ me so well.”

You don’t expect him to be so rough when he properly thrusts inside you for the first time, stealing the air from your lungs as he gives you everything with a husky grunt. Forcing your body harder against the rough brick as you cry out, louder than intended as his lips graze your ear. 

“Better be quiet unless you want someone to hear,” He sneers, chuckling when you do the opposite when he gives another harsh thrust, “Is that so? You want people to hear you being fucked on Shishitoren cock? What would Umemiya say?”

Your face scrapes against the brick from the ferocity of his movements, before you have a chance to brace your hands to prevent it. But the pain is surpassed by the way his cock bullies its way deeper, his blunt tip carving you into the shape of him while he presses himself deep against your cervix. 

Togame makes it difficult to think, as all you can do is stand there and take everything he forces upon you as he maintains a deliberately slow, rough pace. As though you’re not both standing out in the open— where anyone could happen upon you and catch you in such a precarious position and the thought has your cunt clenching deliberately around his cock as you try to decide whether that would make things better or worse. 

“Oh?” He feels the pressure as his lips press against the shell of your ear, “You like that, huh? You like being fucked by Shishitoren cock?” 

You found yourself submitting to him, resigning control as you let all the pent-up tension that had ebbed away at you go. The incessant pleasure coursing through your veins was beginning to consume you whole as Togame pulled the reigns, watching as you allowed yourself to give into your most sinful desires. 

“Bet those Furin boys don’t make you feel this good, do they?” He continues driving his hips forward, the crude sound of skin against skin echoing in the desolate alley, “Gonna have you wandering back into ‘toren territory more often.”

Togame felt your body begin to shake from the pleasure that sought to consume you whole, his tongue stroked against the shell of your ear as he smoothed his palms along your sides. Moving forward as he changed the angle slightly before pressing his lips to your parted ones, your jaw hanging open as silent gasps racked through your body. Your head moving in tandem with his thrusts as he fucked into you hard.

"You gonna tell me who's jacket this is, or do I have to keep guessing?" There was a fierce snarl behind his tone that sent shockwaves directly to your clit.

You couldn’t speak, even if you had wanted to. The only sounds that left your lips were debauched whimpers and whines as he used you for his pleasure. Hot, wet tears began to prickle at your waterline. Clumping into your thick lashes before trickling down your cheeks, leaving messy lines of mascara in their wake.

“Aww, you cryin’?” Togame cooed, but there was no sincerity in his tone as he nosed one of the tear stains that marked your cheeks.

“I wonder what they’d say if they found out their pretty little Furin girl was being split open on my cock?” Togame pressed, his hand slipping around your body to press against the top of your mound, slender fingers seeking out your puffy clit, “You gonna tell them how much you liked it?” 

“Answer me.”

“I— W-what?” You’re breathless, trying to remember the basic human need to function as he drives into you with precision, his hips knock persistently against the swell of your ass and certain to leave bruises as you bite back another whine. 

“You gonna let Sakura know what his pretty little princess was doing on Shishitoren turf?”

“No— I wouldn’t, I won’t—”

“What do you think they’ll say when I send you back to Furin fucked into the shape of my cock with my cum spilling down your thighs?” He snorted, “And you’ve got no one to blame but yourself.”

You mewled at his question, your cunt answering for you as it clenched around him hard. The sensation had Togame grinning against your cheek as his teeth grazed your sensitive skin, keeping his rough pace as all you could do was stand there and take it. Your thighs shook from the awkward position as they threatened to give way, not that it would matter when you were pinned between the wall and Togame, completely at his mercy. 

He made it difficult to think, consumed with pleasure as Togame fucked himself into your pliant hole. Battering your insides with each churn of his hips that drew more sultry noises from the back of your throat. Reaching one of his palms up to press it against your mouth as his lips moved back to press against your ear, feeling the same smug grin on his face as he tried to silence you. 

“As much as I love all the pretty sounds you’re makin’ sweetheart, I ain’t someone who shares.” His voice held a predatory husk as he began to curl his hips, deliberately dragging the underside of his cock against the same spot inside you that would have you coming undone hard and fast as he sought to feel you cum on his cock, “Keep it down.”

You couldn’t, even if you tried. The thought of being caught horrified you, but the feeling of his cock dragging against your velvety walls so deliciously has you lightheaded, making it impossible to think as all you could do was stand there and take everything he had to give.

It was embarrassing how much you were enjoying this. Practically humiliated as you let the second in command of Shishitoren use you how he pleased, your body responding to him as your cunt continued to drool around his cock. Leaving creamy rings of slick around the base of him that matted into his pubic hair and smeared against your ass with every thrust. 

Togame reached up to palm one of your tits above your sundress, kneading the supple skin as you cried out for him. Smirking at your reaction as he pushed the material down before watching your tits spill free, grabbing a handful as his fingers dipped into the plush of them. Leaning down to mouth at your neck, biting at the supple skin just beneath your pulse point before sucking hard, fully intent on leaving his mark. 

“Don’t leave any marks.” You whimpered, feeling his fingers twist your taut nipples as you cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. 

“I think it might be too late for that—” Exhaling in satisfaction when he pulled back to admire his work, a dark patch beginning to bloom against your skin as he nosed the back of your ear, “They’ll all get to see what a slut you are.”

You tried to splay your hands against the brick wall to stop your face from grazing the rough cobble as your forehead knocked against it with the change of position. Causing Togame to groan behind you when he felt you push back against his cock, moving his hands up to squeeze your hips as he bent his knees for more leverage. Pushing himself into you over and over again, making you cry out for him. 

“Come on, pretty girl,” He cooed, “I know you’re close. I can feel you.” 

He was right, you were. The coil inside you was so tight it was almost painful, the pent-up tension hot and heavy as the dam inside you threatened to burst. Catching you off guard as Togame slid a hand between the apex of your thighs to search for your needy clit, catching it between his index and middle fingers as he began to swirl it from side to side as you dangled on the precipice of your climax. 

“Wanna feel you cum all over my cock.” He urged you, deliberately focusing his thrusts on the same spot that had you clenching around him, fingers working your clit as you whimpered, “Come on, show me how pretty you look when you’re creaming.”

It was all too much, too intense as your eyes rolled back into your skull. Your lips smeared gloss against his palm as you cried out in pleasure as you found your end, coming undone as your cunt began to convulse around him. 

“Oh fuck, good girl—” He grunted, continuing to fuck you through your climax as he felt your walls desperately trying to milk him of his release. 

You couldn’t control your body as your legs began to shake, drool spilt from your lips and into Togame’s palm as he pressed your head back against his shoulder. Bouncing you on his cock as he used you for his own pleasure, his fingers still persistent on your abused clit as you tried to fight the feeling of another climax being stolen from you as Togame was unrelenting. 

“God, you’re a fuckin’ mess, sweetheart.” He sneered, throwing his head back in a laugh as he forced you down on his cock. 

Your tits bounced with each sloppy movement as he used you for his own need, your mind completely shrouded by debauched pleasure as Togame worked you towards another orgasm. 

“You got tighter when you came,” Togame mused, his lips brushing your neck as he bent his legs to change the angle of his thrusts. 

His voice was like the sweetest ambrosia as it sent shockwaves directly to your needy clit, reaching your hand down to press messy circles against it to try and alleviate the tension that knotted in your pelvis. 

“You greedy thing,” He scoffed, watching as you teased your clit, “I haven’t even cum once and here you are trying to get yourself off again— I guess you really did cross the boundary to get this tight little pussy bred huh?”

Togame spoke so slowly, the soft timber only aided in your pleasure as you felt your body respond to the sound. Clenching around him in a feeble attempt to steal his spunk as you began to quiver, your second orgasm surging through as your fingers rubbed your clit raw. Desperately trying to chase that same high that had you crying out his name as he pressed a palm to your sternum to stop you from knocking yourself out on the wall. His hand moved higher to stroke along the column of your throat before he splayed a palm over your mouth to quieten the desperate, lewd noises that poured out of you from his movements. 

“Jesus,” He tossed his head back in a laugh, “if I’d known this was what Furin pussy felt like I’d have crossed the boundary myself.” 

Togame barely managed a few more deep languid thrusts before he was spilling his release inside you with a guttural grunt, his heavy balls pumping rope after rope as he filled you with his warm spunk. Groaning as he pulled back suddenly, unsheathing his cock from your greedy hole as he began to fist himself roughly. Jerking out the final few pumps of cum all over the back of the Furin jacket that you were wearing as he painted it with his release. Leaning forward to tap the swollen tip of his cock against the fabric as he coaxed out the final few beads of his cum before dragging his length against it to coat it in your slick too.

It was ruined — like you. 

“That’s it,” He groaned lowly, “My good girl.” 

You let out a desperate whine when you felt Togame pull back, your hands splayed against the wall to keep yourself upright as he unabashedly spread your cheeks open to watch your fluttering walls push some of his spend from deep inside your tight heat. 

“You really are a mess.” He chuckled, letting his thumb swipe through the slick between your thighs before he gathered some of his cum on the pads of his fingers. Scooping it up he pushed it back inside your abused hole, causing you to cry out for him as you felt him press down on that sweet spot inside you. 

“Stop teasing me.” You whined, shimmying your ass back into him, “You made me a mess! The jacket is ruined—”

“Hey,” Togame gave your ass a playful smack, “Shouldn’t have worn it if you didn’t want me to cum all over it, sweetheart. You can take it off now by the way — where did you even get it?” 

You were already still surrounded in the lusty haze of euphoria that you couldn’t even process Togame’s questions, so unused to him talking so much and so quickly after sex as you tried to even out your breathing. 

“I had to find something,” You smiled, turning your head to the side as you leaned towards him to press his lips against your cheek, “I didn’t think I’d be able to convince you to do that.”

“Why because I have such a hard time being mean to you?” He smiled, nosing the apple of your cheek. 

“No,” You snorted, “Because you’re lazy.”

“Wow.” Togame deadpanned, “This lazy guy stayed in perfect character and had you creaming twice and that’s all you’ve got to say?”

“This lazy guy,” You turned to poke him in the chest as Togame took the opportunity to poke one of your exposed breasts in retaliation, “Is gonna have to clean this jacket now.”

“Ain’t no way I can be seen cleaning a Furin jacket, pretty girl.” He scoffed, “Just give it back like that.” 

You gave him a pointed look as you pulled your sundress back up over your breasts, adjusting yourself so you were more presentable before Togame reached out to cup your jaw. Tilting your head slightly he noticed the graze against your cheek from where you’d pressed it against the brick wall.

“Shit, baby— I hurt you?” It was more of a question than a statement, leaning forward to press a lingering kiss against your sore cheek.

“Nah, I liked it.” You smiled at him as you leaned into his touch, reaching out to hold onto the opening of his Shishitoren jacket, “We should do something like this again.”

Scout grunts when he’s slammed against the wall, snarling as Sniper leans into his space.

“Well, well, well, what have we here?” Sniper rumbles, kukri lightly tracing a line across Scout’s cheek.

“None of your fuckin’ business, ya’ piss machine,” Scout snaps, glaring at the taller man. Sniper chuckles, leaning in closer to grin cruelly at the runner.

“Oh, but I think it is,” the Australian rumbles, “Since you looks like a corpse walkin’, not a flag.” As he speaks, he toys with the blue shirt Scout is wearing with the tip of his kukri, the knife gently tracing the sensitive skin of the runner’s stomach. Scout swallows, but glares at the RED Sniper, sneering.

“We ain’t on th’ battlefield, so fuck off,” Scout points out, getting a snort from Sniper.

“An’ yet, here you are, in our base. D’ya see any signs for BLU?” Sniper points out, “I think y’ might be lost, Bunny.”

“Fuck off,” Scout sneers, inhaling sharply when the kukri flashing up to his throat as Sniper leans in real close.

“Tha’s not a nice thing t’ say, mate,” Sniper growls, “Now, I’m gonna keep bein’ nice and not kill ya slow, so you best be nice too. Clear?” Scout whimpers, but nods shallowly, cognizant of the kukri’s presence at his throat. Sniper chuckles before drawing back, moving his kukri back down to Scout’s shirt. Scout stays stock still, his hands the only thing shaking from the tension as Sniper looks him up and down.

“Now, start strippin’,” Sniper orders, causing Scout to sputter.

“What th’ hell?!” he yelps, only to quiet as the kukri is brought back up to his throat.

“I said, strip,” Sniper growls, waiting until Scout gives another shallow nod before pulling the kukri away again. Scout pulls off his shirt, throwing it to the ground while glaring at Sniper, who is looking at the two scars under the runner’s pectorals curiously. He lifts up his feet to pull off his shoes, pausing at his socks when Sniper clears his throat.

“The socks… can stay on,” Mundy whispers into the silence of the room. Jeremy’s mouth twitches, fighting back a smile, but he complies, lowering his foot back to the ground. Sniper’s kukri taps at the metal on Scout’s belt, a silent order that Scout fulfills with a scowl.

“Don’ even try it, pretty boy,” Sniper warns when Scout pauses and holds his belt, “I can make you a whole, lot less pretty.”

“Fucker,” Scout spits, but drops his belt to the ground before shoving off his pants, leaving him in his briefs.

“I said, strip,” Sniper repeats, staring down at his underwear purposefully. Scout chews his lower lip before hesitantly complying, pushing them down his thighs and calves. Sniper’s eyebrows raise at the sight of Scout’s t-dick and glistening pussy, humming thoughtfully.

“Well, look a’ tha’,” Sniper growls, his fingers tracing Scout’s pussy lightly, “Pretty thin’, innit?”

“Don’--!” Scout tries to snap, only to jolt when Sniper’s fingers slip into him, finger fucking Scout slowly.

“Look a’ tha’,” Sniper repeats, mockingly, “Yer a fuckin’ faucet. Y’ always this much ‘f a slag?”

“Fuck off,” Scout grits out, whining when Sniper spreads his pussy open roughly. The Australian chuckles at Scout’s whine, cooing mockingly as he continues to stretch Scout’s pussy open.

“What a noisy Bun I’ve caught,” Sniper hums, wiggling his fingers around Scout’s pussy to press against the spongy spot inside him. Scout gasps and keens, clawing desperately at Sniper’s bicep as the Australian abuses that spot, poking and rubbing against it until the arousal in Scout snaps. Scout feels a gush leave him while Sniper chuckles cruelly.

“At least y’ can cum decent enough with that tiny cock,” Sniper mocks, pulling out his fingers and sucking them clean with a moan of his own. Scout pants, leaning against the wall for support as his legs shake, squeaking when Sniper lifts his leg.

“Whoa! Hey--!” Scout starts, only to close his mouth with a click when the kukri is slammed into the wall beside his head.

“Behave, little bunny, or I’m gonna have t’ take y’r head,” Sniper growls, unbuckling his own belt and opening his pants, pulling out his cock. Scout swallows at the sight of Sniper’s erection, realizing just how long and thick it is.

“Oh, is it tha’ scary? Seein’ a real cock beside y’r baby one? Don’ worry, I’ll make it fit,” Sniper assures Scout.

“Like hell, y’ will!” Scout snaps, wiggling to get away, only to choke when Sniper slams into him. Sniper chuckles again, leaning closer to Scout’s face.

“Now, be a good boy an’ let me breed ya’.”

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Mundy pats at the bed blindly, furrowing his brow at the cold sheets beside him. Jeremy isn’t beside him. Reluctantly opening his eyes, Mundy looks around the room, frowning as the bathroom door is still open and dark. Huffing, he climbs out of bed and trudges out of the bedroom, wrapping his robe around him. He pauses at the holes in the wall and winces again, reminding himself, again, to patch it up. Honestly, he shouldn’t have shoved his kukri into the wall during that roleplay, but then Jeremy tightened so nicely when Mundy would pull it out of the wall before slamming it closer to Jeremy’s head.

“Mundy, ya’ up?” a familiar voice calls out softly, at the perfect volume to be heard without waking anyone in the bedroom.

“Yeah, Roo. ‘M up,” Mundy answers, entering the kitchen only to stop short and blink. Jeremy beams at him from beside the oven, where a nice looking bread is sitting on a backing sheet inside it. Mundy blinks, once, twice, as he tries to understand what he’s looking at. It’s a small bread, a dinner bun really. But…

“Jer, why is there a bun in th’ oven?” Mundy asks, before it clicks. Jeremy’s smile widens, his shoulders shaking from repressed laughter or how happy he is. Hell, right now, Mundy doesn’t care, as he turns to his husband, “Y’ got a baby? We’re gonna have a baby?”

“Yeah,” Jeremy answers, “Jus’ got back from Doc’s wit’ th’ results. We got a baby comin’.” Mundy crosses the kitchen and scoops Jeremy up, spinning his laughing husband around the room. They’re having a baby! They’re makin’ a little family! They—

Weapons clashed with a flurry of force and motion, ripping away from one another just as quickly, only to come back again as their owners strove to outwit one another. You pushed harder into the sweep of your weapon, using it to shunt yourself back and away and allow yourself an opening to think. You glared through narrowed eyes at the man standing opposite you, a casual, smug smile alighting on his lips as if you were playing some pleasant, peaceful game.

But looks were quite deceiving, and you and Childe put your earnest strength into the contest of combat and wit. Neither held back nor gave quarter. That was the only way either of you would have it, after all. Until one of you was forced into submission or surrender, there could be no end.

Your reprieve to process your next move was brief, interrupted by your whims and Childe’s. You leaped forward again, making a low sweep with an outstretched leg in an attempt to off-balance or surprise your opponent. But he cleverly predicted your motion, dancing aside before striking back. You narrowly scrambled out of the way, the point of one end of the charged weapon slicing through nothing but adrenaline-heavy air.

Hopping back once more, eyes locked and scrutinizing one another’s every move, Childe only seemed more enthused and entertained. “Really giving your all today, hm?” he said, his voice calm, with an almost gleeful undertone clinging to it. “I’d expect nothing less.”

Like a flash of lightning, he took the role of aggressor, the latest break in the battle coming to a close as he thrust himself toward you. His weapon flashed forward again, and you hurriedly moved into a more flexible stance to weave and dodge the jabs and swings, knowing how dangerous the force behind each one was. Your efforts were triumphant, for the most part, save for one keen stroke that split a long, thin cut over the curve of your cheek.

The tacky, hot creep of blood down your cheek prompted you to strike out in return, catching him with a knee and once more using the momentum to kick away and gain breathing room. The sight of him just before you had shoved him away was one that made you suppress a shudder. A deceptively charming face looming so very close, an almost predatory enjoyment and calm coloring his features.

The dance went on that way for a while. Brief pauses and tactical retreats, followed by bursts of energy and dervishes of swipes and slams, kicks and shoves more worthy of a street fight than an honorable duel. Here and there, you each left your marks on the other, though all shallow. Scrapes and cuts and bruises came to litter cheeks and arms and knuckles, until both of you, at last, broke apart for a longer respite.

Your chest heaved, and you blew puff after hard puff of breath out your nose. Your heart thrummed in your chest like a rampaging wild beast, while electric heat set every limb and nerve alight and every little hair standing on end. The fight was wearing you both down, slowly but sure, though you knew begrudgingly Childe’s stamina was superior to your own. You needed to strike a decisive, game-changing blow soon and force him to surrender, or the victory and whatever came with it would belong to him.

Yet the thickness of the air, the almost tangible tension hanging in the atmosphere like some dark, cloying cloud was distracting. Its influence made it harder to think, yet magnified each primal, electric feeling singing through you. Blood pounded in your ears and pulsed through your body, and the smell of blood, sweat, and ozone filled your nose. The self-same coppery likeness of blood lingered on your tongue as well, and you wondered when you had managed a cut to the inside of your lip.

Your gaze swept over Childe once more, searching for an opening, any weakness or fatigue. You lingered overlong with an intensity that could have been taken for some different feelings entirely, brought back to reality by the sight and sound of Childe launching another onslaught.

His latest attack was his most fierce yet, the swiftness of it almost startling you, and you strained to react. You needed to bat his blows aside and strike out, break through the flurry and interrupt it - you wouldn’t last much longer playing defense.

Yet his blows were misleading. A feint toward your upper body and head, concealing his true target. You winced when a blow of staggering force struck your hands, your fingers going numb for an instant from the intensity and the energy crackling through his weapon. Your weapon was flung aside, cartwheeling through the air and landing with a clatter several feet from you. You needed it back, and you needed to do it the old-fashioned way if you were to conserve energy.

You reached out quickly to grapple with Childe, trying to hold back his arms from another strike until you could pull back and make a rush for your weapon. Your arms strained and wavered against the brutal strength Childe brought against you, and you knew quick action was the only way out. With a burst of strength, you shoved back and turned to bolt away. With luck, Childe would be thrown off balance enough to grant you the time you sorely needed.

Your hopes were crushed, though, when halfway to retrieve the weapon, a firm grasp locked onto your shoulders, and the weight of Childe’s body slammed into you. You tumbled to the ground immediately, gritting your teeth and trying to avoid biting your tongue when you fell. A shock of pain raced through you, and all your previous wounds seemed to screech in protest.

“So quick to run, but not nearly quick enough,” echoed Childe’s voice behind you, silky smooth and mocking.

His weight followed you down, and even once you lay lie flat on the floor, his body remained. He felt so much heavier than you thought he ought to, his hard grip flashing up to wrangle your wrists together. You fought aside the daze leftover from your fall, thrashing and squirming against his weight and trying to strike him with whatever - and wherever - you could. Even once he had claimed both wrists in a hand and pinned your arms in front of you, it didn’t stop your struggles. You cried out angrily as if verbally venting your fury might make him release you.

His knees pressed down against the backs of your legs, preventing you from kicking out with them. Bereft of the use of your limbs, you jerked your body as violently as you could muster, like a horse furiously struggling to buck an ill-liked rider. Even that did you no good though, just winding you and draining your already fading reserves of strength.

While he somehow contained your struggles as if they were no bother at all, Childe pressed closer, his breath ghosting hotly over your neck and the shell of your ear. “When you get so worked up like this, how can I be gentle like I promised?” he cooed, equal parts sarcasm, excitement, and pretend displeasure.

His derisive words served to inflame you more, the thundering pulse surging through you growing ever stronger as if your whole body beat in time.

“Let me go!” you demanded, as if it were that simple, using another burst of energy to return to thrashing about.

“I guess the hard way is exactly what you want, then. Excellent.”

He pressed himself down on you more forcefully, crushing your renewed resistance back down. Every part of him felt close to you, the planes of his chest and torso defined against your back, and an unmistakable thick, hot hardness pressing against your ass. Your heart jumped especially hard, and you let out a mixed, strangled sound when Childe shifted, rubbing himself more suggestively against you. Again, you tried to break free, failing and digging your nails into your palms until they stung.

When your latest round of struggling died away, leaving you slack and breathless, Childe’s weight was removed from you briefly, your wrists still held down by one hand while the other roamed free. The shuffling of cloth was all that met your ears along with the thundering beat of your heart, before something tore at your clothes and underwear, slicing through them effortlessly and cleanly. You shivered violently at the sudden rush of air your ass and cunt were exposed to, and you fought weakly against Childe’s one-handed hold.

The hardness you had felt through both layers of clothes returned, pressing against your skin with no barrier to keep it at bay now. Childe gave you little time to react or to renew your efforts, bearing down on you and thrusting himself forward. His free hand moved to reinforce his hold on your wrists, sealing away any remaining ideas of escape his weaker grip might have held for you. You stiffened at the instant of his intrusion, and bite down on your lip, suppressing a yelp.

There was no window to adjust, no thoughtful minute where Childe stopped and waited for you to grow used to his uninvited entry, nor accommodate your comfort. He buried himself as deep as he could reach, groaning bawdily. He pulled out, allowing you a steadying breath before his speared you on his cock all over again. You arched up reactively, a hiss breaking free from your mouth. He didn’t stop there, rocking his hips mercilessly into you, each pump accompanied by some sound of obvious satisfaction.

You clenched your jaw, biting back noises of your own, noises far more sensual than the yelp or gasp of pain at his initial penetration. Try as you might though, in the room filled only with the lewd sound of skin on skin and Childe’s pleasure, you couldn’t muffle the noises well enough.

“Wouldn’t it feel so much better to let it out?” Childe said, the same derisive tone coating his words, though his voice was far huskier than before.

You shook your head, as best you could, at least, with how it lay against the floor. You wanted to shout ‘no’ or some insult or vitriol, but you could hardly trust yourself to open your mouth at all. Out of it would only flow a moan or gasp or something else that would fuel his pleasure. Soft, cruel laughter tickled your neck, your continued refusal to give in a great source of amusement for Childe.

Your resistance could only hold back so much, though, just like your attempts to stifle the embarrassing noises you made. At first, the rough slap of Childe’s hips and the thick length of his cock filling your cunt up repeatedly were uncomfortable, painful. But the longer he went on, the pain dulled, and pleasure, like a bundle of liquid heat, pooled in its place.

You dug your nails into your palms again, the renewed pain there failing to distract you from the growing knot of pleasure curling in your gut. Your heart pounded wildly still, but in a different way, and your breath, already ragged from strain and struggle, pitched shallow and thin. On a thrust that was especially brutal and deep, the tightening coil exploded all at once, and the barrier of your lips split open involuntarily, the sounds of climax rolling over your tongue unhindered.

Childe, already riding high on his own pleasure, was only encouraged by the perverse, unsuppressed cries, meeting a tipping point. His pace turned more vigorous, each hard smack of his hips sending a jolt through you and heightened the unbidden orgasm dominating your body. Your cunt clung to him with each thrust, demonstrating a craving for his cock you had no control over, and urging Childe to his release.

He stiffened, and in a rush, you were filled to the brim with the warm, wet sensation of his cum. He bucked into your heat more weakly as he emptied his cock into your fluttering cunt, until he fell still, thoroughly milked dry. His body slackened and his grip loosened, finally freeing your wrists.

You made no attempt to get up or move away, lying limply on the ground, your brain still fogged over from the intensity of the orgasm that had rocked you. The trickle of cum down your thighs and onto your torn clothing was a background to the hard rise and fall of your chest, and your pounding heart in your ears, just then barely starting to calm.

“That is always well worth the cuts and bruises,” you admitted, sounding breathless, but relaxed, at last dropping the act of furious and resistant combatant.

Childe chuckled again, the sound much less devious and mocking as he, too, let the rouse slip away. His weight remained heavy on your body, though, but it was comforting, despite how hot you felt.

“When hasn’t it been?” he chirped, sounding rather self-assured, all hints of menace gone from his speech.

You made a half-muffled sound of agreement, the myriad aches and pains inflicted upon your coming back as you came down from the afterglow. “Next time, let’s play where there’s something soft nearby for after, alright?” you suggested.