#wukula

The hunter felt the vibrations under his touch as Wukula made a noise that almost sounded like a moan.

"Touch it." The Mangkwan grunted, his voice low and raspy, unlike his usual confident tone, "Touch what you gave to me."

So'lek hesitated, but he did it. The hand that held Wukula's above his head slowly went down, touching his arm, squeezing his bicep, and finally stopping by the scar on Wukula's chest.

He hissed, closing his eyes and arching his back under So'lek, "Yes."

It was not their first time.

When they first met, Wukula tried to force himself on So'lek, but ended up being fucked as the warrior held him down by his kuru. And now, after all those years, they met each other in a hidden spot, frequently, somewhere away from the fire and metal for some impulsive distraction. Casual, violent, taking their time with each other.

So'lek would never get used to how Wukula's skin was incredibly warm, a little raspy due to his paintings and So'lek could always feel his heart agitated, even more than his. Why did that all feel so intimate now?

Then, his skin vibrated again, now with a deep chuckle, "You're not the type to shy away, are you, Dog Tag Warrior?" He purred, another challenge.

So'lek wanted to silence him, hurt him, make him bleed, but his anger ran all the way down his body and stopped right between his legs. He didn't hold back when he crashed his lips against Wukula's in a kiss, all bite and teeth, silencing that annoying voice, claiming the Mangkwan like he always did.

He felt Wukula growl softly against his mouth when So'lek bit his lip, hard enough to draw blood with his fangs. Wukula brought his hands to his waist, pulling So'lek closer to feel their erection — already out of their sheath — against each other, and then thrusted his hips, searching for any friction he could get. So'lek trembled slightly at the sudden touch; he felt so sensitive that it hurt.

He should not feel good, not with Wukula, but his whole body felt so electric just by kissing him. So'lek pulled back just to bite the Mangkwan's neck, ears flickering to the rough groan Wukula let out.

It was So'lek's turn to thrust against Wukula, teeth sinking deeper and easily breaking skin, the taste of paint and ash mixing with the metallic flavor of fresh blood.

He felt dizzy.

"Quit teasing." So'lek's ears turned to the voice's direction.

"I am not teasing." He growled, and Wukula laughed.

"Is that all you have to offer?" The Mangkwan tilted his head to the side, golden eyes staring at So'lek's soul as he pulled up, using Wukula's chest for balance, "Just do it already."

So'lek paused for a moment, taking his time to enjoy the view under him. Wukula had his legs spread for him, accommodating the Trr'ong between the powerful thighs so firmly he probably wouldn't be able to get away even if he wanted to, a tent forming on his loincloth and showing the silhouette of how big he was, his tail whipping against the ground impatiently, eyes and ears focused on him and only him, a challenging smirk on his bruised lips and a mix of blood and saliva dripping from the spot where shoulder and neck met, temporally hiding the most recent mark he left on his enemy.

Enemy.

The word felt bitter in the back of his throat.

Wukula must have noticed his staring, because he sounded even more impatient when he spoke again, "So?"

"I didn't bring any nectar," So'lek murmured simply, his free hand tracing Wukula's thigh slowly. Hearing the other's frustrated grunt suddenly made him feel a lot more patient than he had seconds ago.

"You must be joking." He growled.

So'lek wasn't sure why it happened, but Wukula didn't have natural lubrication like him or other Na'vi, so they would usually use nectar or some kind of oil so it didn't hurt him, and he always got frustrated when they forgot it.

When So'lek looked up at him again, he watched Wukula bringing his hand to his bitten shoulder, squeezing and taking as much blood as he could with his fingers.

"Move." He said grumpily as he used his free hand to pull the fabric to the side and finally force two of his wet fingers inside himself.

So'lek's ears perked up at the sight. That was disgusting.

He had never been so turned on before.

"Dog Tag Warrior." Wukula hissed as he lazily moved his fingers in and out of his cunt. "Don't tell me you're scared of a little bit of blood." He purred.

So'lek frowned, "You sound desperate."

Wukula just could bring himself to chuckle, biting his lip as soon as the tip of his fingers brushed against his soft spot.

So'lek's hands wandered by Wukula's sides slowly, enjoying the feeling of his scarification under his digits and leaning against the Mangkwan's body to bite his ear.

"Keep going." He whispered, voice deep and low. Wukula's ear flickered against his lips and So'lek couldn't resist the urge to lick it.

Wukula used his free hand to touch the warrior, scratching his skin from chest to stomach, then sliding to his lower back, grabbing the base of his tail firmly, "Come on..." He growled against So'lek's ear.

Wukula knew it was sensitive.

So'lek felt a shiver run down his spine and breathed heavily, he couldn't resist for too long with the Mangkwan's groans so nice and clear, his hand reached to grab his wrist, pulling Wukula's arm away from his rim.

He took his loincloth off and stopped Wukula from doing the same with a hiss, which was returned with a growl, but no bite. The blood Wukula used had dried a little, so So'lek used his saliva to lubricate him more, he slowly pressed it in, until the thick tip was inside, holding his breath as he held the base of his cock with one hand and Wukula's leg with the other.

Wukula was always impatient, his hands held the back of So'lek's thighs firm enough to hurt, trying to pull him closer. He wanted it deeper as soon as possible and So'lek complied with a single thrust, making the Mangkwan groan louder.

So'lek smirked victoriously, "Too much?"

He didn't give him a chance to answer before fucking him, rough and raw, hand pressing against the scar on his chest while they panted and grunted with pain and pleasure.