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As unbelievable as it sounds, König and Horangi actually work really well with each other, they’re pretty much an unstoppable duo on the battlefield. Sure, they bicker and fight more often than not, but their sufficiency was unrivaled, which resulted in them constantly being paired with one another on missions. “To strengthen the bond” the chief had said. Outside of missions though, they still beat the shit out of each other.
“It’s not too terrible to see you like this every once in a while.” Today was one of those days when König was the one to come out on top. He had Horangi pinned to the practice mattress, the width of his hips alone is enough for Horangi to spread his legs wider to accommodate him. The two don’t keep tabs on who wins more than who, they simply jump at each other and fight without ever caring about holding back their punches.
“Congratulations. You waiting for a reward or something? Get the fuck off. You’re heavy.”
Horangi replied dismissively, unfazed by his situation. It’s not like he has never been caught slacking, he can always win again some other time. This time though, he really wasn’t paying enough attention, which was always a bad idea when brawling with a meat fortress.
“Maybe one of these days we can have a competition, hmm? The winner gets to fuck the loser right here in front of everybody? I always wanna eat you out in public once.” König suggested before getting up.
“You may not have bare minimum decency but I do.”
Horangi spatted out before catching the towel König tossed him. The more he got to know the Austrian the more unhinged he became when it's just the two of them, spewing nonsense every chance he get. Sometimes he wondered if König just said those things to gauge a reaction out of him. They headed over the mess hall together, König quietly trailing behind him, not a word uttered between them. Usually that meant König was planning something devious for later, and he, for one, doesn’t want to hear a word about it. Either way he will find out tonight anyways, not like the lock on his door bears any meaning to this twisted asshole.
Their relationship is a weird one, they stick together, Horangi will get him out of awkward conversations because he’s just a nice person like that, but they can also break each other’s ribs a few minutes later in the ring. He thought about the word “situationship”, but that would imply they have some feelings for one another, and that could not be further from the truth. “Fuck buddies”? That one seems closer to what they have, but it still hasn’t included their hate.
“Here,” König said, tossing some pieces of meat over to Horangi’s tray while he himself also fork over some of the other's potatoes and rice.
“Just eat your fucking food, brat,” Horangi sighed but didn’t protest further than that.
“I’m just gonna eat you after this, who cares.” That sounds too serious for him to only take it as a deranged joke but he ignores it for now.
“Well that can’t be very healthy.”
König doesn’t like meat of any kind, he’s not a vegan, he just doesn't find them tasty. He actually preferred those tasteless military issued energy bars. God damn Europeans and their anti-spice agenda. Bastard wouldn’t survive a day in Korea. Not that Horangi is confident he could live in Europe, lord knows he would be the first one to scramble for some good old tradition kimchi.
“Oh for fuck sakes you eat like a baby,” Horangi complained but still took out some napkins and wipe away the mess on König’s face.
“Fuck off. You’re not my mom.”
If people didn’t know any better they would assume the two of them were some kind of highschool sweetheart couple with the way they treat each other sometimes. Except whenever they look “lovey dovey” like this everyone is reminded of all the time Horangi’s kick thundered in the hallway and they immediately knew to avoid the ring that day. They also know better to shut their mouth if they see König trailing behind Horangi after dinner like today. Because whatever the fuck those two got going on, no one wants to be near to experience the cross fire.
As soon as they made it back to Horangi’s room, König pushed him against the door and pressed their lips together. Their masks scattered and forgotten on the floor. He can still taste a bit of the flan for today's dessert on Horangi. It’s sweet and tangy, just the way he likes it.
“So eager~” Horangi mocked, craning his neck up to make room for König’s tongue and teeth on his jaw. “And here I thought you’re tired from taking a beating today. If I knew you were this energetic I wouldn’t have held back.”
“My dick isn’t tired.”
König answered curtly before sinking to his knees and yanking at Horangi’s trousers. He didn’t wait for a verbal approval, he never did. Their relationship wasn’t one that had those kinds of things. They’re not here for a quick inconsequential fuck or to make love, this is still just a method of killing each other for them, one that’s more… enjoyable, so to speak. One of these days Horangi will bring a glock to the bed and put a bullet right through the other’s forehead as soon as he’s satisfied with the service. Or König can grab him by his throat and break his neck while coming inside his still-warm corpse. Who knows.
Zippers down, underwear tugged low around his thighs, König immediately dived in for his “meal”. Horangi suppressed a silent hiss, hands leaning on König’s shoulders and back pushed against the wall behind him for balance. König has a manners problem when it comes to him, he has no definition of self-control as soon as Horangi is within sight or reach. At least his mouth feels good.
“Ah~ mm… More… König, more…” he whispered, voice low knowing the walls of his room aren't exactly soundproof. Not that König ever cared.
He was quick to learn he had to be vocal about what he want when he entered this relationship, he figured if König was just gonna do what he wanted the least he could do was voicing up his wishes. König pulled him closer by his knees and abided by his needy words, speeding up and sucking deliriously. He didn’t miss a single change in Horangi’s expressive eyes, his eyes shine and blink rapidly everytime he buried him deep in his throat. His cock twitched so nicely on his tongue, thick and heavy.
“Let go. I’m about to- hnn… König!”
König took his warning as a sign and started getting more aggressive, head moving faster and rougher. He swallowed every single drop, throat contracting around Horangi’s cock, determined not to let anything escape. He let go with a purposefully loud pop and lapped over the sensitive head.
“Disgusting.” Horangi said with distaste. This brat always does this when he blows for him.
“Why? I like your taste. You’ve been eating more fruits lately, hmm?”
“You better not be kissing me with that mouth.”
“And you’re gonna stop me?”
König stood up then, his face hovered near Horangi’s, their lips only a scant centimetres from each other. In the end, Horangi was the one to open his mouth and offered out his tongue first, König just dived in with a chuff. Horangi was always easier to go along with his nonsense after he already came once. He could feel Horangi wincing at the taste of himself, his fist tightening at the front of his shirt. Oh yeah, clothes.
With swift and practised movement, König quickly worked to get rid of Horangi’s clothes, tossing all of them into a pile at his bed pole and shoving Horangi to the mattress. No matter how many times he’s looked at it, Horangi always looks best after their spar, with blue and purple bruises blooming all over his torso. His skin is so easily marked, he can get all red just from having his wrist held a little too tight. Hard to imagine such a fragile attribute belongs to someone who could probably snap his neck with those thighs.
“Stop staring and start doing something already.” Horangi groaned.
“Who’s the eager one now?”
König mockingly jested as his hands immediately settled on Horangi’s chest, fingers caressing gently before pulling at the perked up nubs and their pretty little piercings. That got Horangi to shut up real quick, the only sound he could utter right now was muffled mewls. Unlike what König had thought, Horangi only got them because he was rebellious as a kid. He tried all kinds of things, getting tattoos, dyeing his hair, getting piercings, smoking, trying drugs, and of course, gambling. Everything that König could think of, he had already tried them all. Except for sex. Fucking except for sex. It wasn’t something interesting to him as a kid, and most if not all of his adult years were spent trying to run from debtors. It was hard to find anyone when he was busy worrying about keeping himself alive. Not that he would ever let König know that.
“Agh- aish… stop that already!” Horangi grumbled, voice deep with a sigh.
König didn’t pay attention to him, he looked almost dazed with his mouth glued to the other’s nipples like this. Wet and soft tongue running around his areola, the digit's rough surface rubbing relentlessly on his skin. The other side of his chest was tugged and twisted by calloused fingers, they flick over his piercings teasingly.
“Idiot, I said stop,” Horangi repeated, slowly getting annoyed. “I’m not a woman, no matter how much you keep sucking on it nothing will come out.”
"Maybe not yet," König answered mindlessly, still drunk on the taste at the tip of his tongue. "If I come inside you enough times do you think you'll have my pup? You'll look so pretty with a swollen belly and round tits full of milk, yeah?"
"You unhinged degenerate," Horangi scolded, hand slapping over his forehead. "And get on with it already, I wanna sleep early today."
"And here I thought I can take my time to love you slowly tonight," König chuckled, giving his piercing one last tug and bite before letting go.
He can never get tired of how easily the bruises bloom on Horangi's skin, the hard nubs stood tall and coated in his saliva, covered in teeth marks and reddened like the cherry atop of cakes. He slowly dragged his teeth down Horangi's torso, tongue delving in his navel as fingers found their way in between his thighs. One hard squeeze on supple flesh was all it takes for Horangi to squirm in his hold and hiss out in pleasure.
"So sensitive!" He preened and celebrated quietly, finally shoving his fingers in two at a time. "Oh!"
"What's this?" König asked, prodding and rubbing at the soft inside of Horangi's walls. "You have yourself prepared for me? When did you have time for that, hmm little tiger?"
"Fuck- In- hnn… In the gym shower- mm~" Horangi, despite everything that they've done, is still embarrassed to say something so shameless aloud and hides his face behind his arm as he chokes out. "Just hurry up god f- Ah! Hey! What are y-"
Horangi was pulled towards König's chest, he propped Horangi's ass up in the air before diving in, licking and pushing his tongue inside.
"Are you mad??? Ah- wait, König ugh…"
Every protest died on his lips, his hand flew up to cover over his mouth, muffling out any and every indecent noises he made. König lapped on him like a drug addict, eyes unfocused, uncaring if his teeth and stubble scraped over the soft skin, all that he cared about was to be drunk on the new taste. Horangi can put a gun to his head right now and not even that would snap him out of his trance, he could die like this and would be a happy man as he kicks down the firing gates of Hell. How can this man render him into a pathetic addict everytime? He let go with one hard lick, almost unwilling to part ways. But the night is young, and he has plans for other things. Looking over to Horangi, he was pleased to see he wasn't the only one affected between the two of them. If Horangi's teared up eyes and swollen bitten lips were any indication, he did a good job. Horangi always hated when he was licked and bitten like a goddamn piece of candy. He's not a fucking snack!
"Tell me you have a condom with you this time." Horangi said breathlessly.
"Who needs a condom when I can just eat you out afterwards." König answered without a single care in the world while shuffling with his own clothes. A smile hanging on his lips like Horangi just asked some of the stupidest things he’s ever heard. "And it's not like I won't fill you up again. Do you seriously believe a condom is gonna prevent that? I can fuck you till both you and the condom breaks. You're welcome to try."
“Do you have any idea how much of a bother it is to clean up after you come inside? Of course you don’t- Hey!”
König flipped Horangi over to lie on his stomach and shoved his face in the pillows. Horangi couldn’t contain the needy whine that escaped his lips as he felt the fat head of König’s cock nudging against his hole. If their time together has ever taught König anything, it was to be patient when he doesn’t fucking need to. König pushed in painfully slow, enjoying every centimetre he gained over Horangi on his way in, it feels like savouring more than fucking. There was certainly a charm to fucking face to face, but there was also an unexplainable allure to seeing Horangi stretch out on his cock like this from behind. Horangi has a lot of tattoos, but the one he likes the most is the Rose of Sharon one on his back beneath his lower waistline. He could also see clearly the bruise on his shoulder blade from being thrown across the practice mattress. He had immediately got back up on his feet at the time and retaliated at König with a heavy knee to the back of his head. König can still taste the blood at the tip of his tongue just thinking about it.
After a while to let Horangi get used to him, König started to move, slowly but steadily. He made sure to brush over that sweet spot that reduced his little tiger into a whimpering mess every time he pushed in deeper. Despite trying his best to silence himself, Horangi was surprisingly one to be vocal in bed, and it’s one of König’s most favourite things. That and the fact that Horangi can beat the shit out of him in the ring.
“It’s kinda like your belly is swollen with my pup like this, hmm?” König whispered in Horangi's ears, hand reaching down to caress the little bump on his stomach everytime he jerked forward. Just. Like. That.
“Ah! Ugh… mm…” Horangi bit back a loud moan, eyes glazed with tears just waiting to stream down his cheeks. “Get pregnant your fucking self, brat! Hnn… König!”
König chuffed out a laugh, he circled both of his arms around Horangi’s torso and trapped him in something almost akin to a hug, hips still moving lazily. Horangi felt like suffocating in his embrace, one tender enough to make his head light, but he also understood the unmasked possessiveness under it all. This isn’t love, this is just desire to own, to destroy. Not like he needed or craved affection from this man. There was no room for such sentiment in this relationship.
He felt soft feather-like kisses on his nape. König traced along the blue and purple patches of skin on his back, some places were forming bumps. Oh how he adored Horangi like this. All his to have, all his to do whatever he wants with. And Horangi sported those brandings so proudly all the time, he never cared when his subordinates could see the marks littering all over his neck and exposed arms like a claim. Truth to be told, Horangi never minded the aftermath, he just didn’t like the sting of being bitten.
“What are those?” A stupid and inexperienced soldier had asked one time, hands gesturing all over his neck, especially the hand shaped bruise. And he simply pointed over to König standing a few metres away without so much as a word of explanation. They were only injuries from their usual spar but seeing all colour drained from the soldier’s face was quite entertaining to say the least.
Amidst taking a trip down the memory lane, he felt König’s hip stuttering behind him, teeth finding their way on his shoulder. He’s close, he can feel it. König would always want to bite him as he came. Having something for his teeth to chew on grounds him. The taste of blood excites him.
“Horangi… Horangi… I’m so close…” König cooed, hand coming down to jerk Horangi off in motion with his own pace.
“König… ugh…” Horangi could only afford a weak mewl as his legs gave up under him, thighs shaking violently and red from constantly being slapped against König’s pelvis.
König could almost love his name a bit more when it’s hung on Horangi’s lips like this, but Horangi was a stubborn man. He never calls König by his name like that outside of their bed, it’s always “idiot”, “brat” or “asshole”, but he began to grow fond of those unflattering names despite it all. Their relationship wasn’t one that needed pet names. They fight, they fuck sometimes, they regularly think about breaking each other's neck but protect one another in battlefield, and that’s all that matters.
“König… wait- ugh… don’t come inside today. I have- ah… mm… Agh!”
Too late. Before he could finish what he needed to say he already felt warm cum pooling within and running down his thighs in white stripes. König lazily rode out the last of his release, content with the warmth beneath him.
“Sorry,” König giggled by his nape, tongue lapping over soft skin, hand lazily jerking Horangi still. “You were saying?”
“You don’t sound sorry at all,” Horangi said between trying to catch his breath, annoyed but couldn’t find it in himself to scold the other anymore. No matter, he’ll just have to grind König into paste in the ring tomorrow. He is in need of a punching bag after all. If the recruits he has to train tomorrow notice anything they’ll just have to shut their fucking mouth.
König scooted over, bringing Horangi in his arms with him. He pulled the blanket over them and was about to reach over to turn off the lights before Horangi shifted and squirmed in his hold.
“What are you doing? If you’re already shameless enough to come inside, at least pull out and let me get my fucking sleep.”
“Just a bit more, yeah? I’m so cold tonight~” König replied in a sing-song voice, he knew Horangi would be irritated beyond imaginable every time he did so.
Horangi had little strength left in him for an argument, he gave König a mean elbow to his ribs before sleep started to lure him to let it all go. He used König’s arm as his pillow and settled down next to him.
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With a bit of benefit from hindsight, Horangi really REALLY shouldn’t have trusted König’s words yesterday. The first thing he notices freshly waking up was the fact that König left his cock inside all night, and now the insolent bastard still had the audacity to sleep and snore right behind him. Every minute movement he made trying to get himself out of König's tight hold resulted in more and more of the cum inside leaking out.
“Goddamn it…” It took all the strength left in his body to finally wiggle free.
He really considered just cutting that fucking dick off and throw it in a street dog’s food bowl one day. He can already imagine König saying something along the lines of “But what will you use then?” and it boils his blood even more. As soon as his feet touched the ground he almost collapsed on the spot, his legs had no strength left in them. How would he train the new recruits now? Especially when he was responsible for their combat training. What would they think when their teacher shows up limping? He can’t cancel the course at last minute because it’ll look bad on him. After giving it some thought, he finally came to a conclusion before heading over to the shower for a clean up.
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König woke up with something heavy on his chest and an indescribable sore on his wrist. There was a burning warmth on his cock, one that was in no way similar to morning wood, he could distinctly feel something moving against him. Trying his best to open his eyes, what lies before him made him immediately jerk awake.
“Down boy,” Horangi pressed him back down to the bed, ass nudging teasingly on his chest as he released the cock in his mouth with a loud pop. He heard the rattling sound of König struggling against the handcuff behind him while unable to mutter anything but a few pathetic muffled grunt. A twisted satisfaction rose in his chest as he returned his mouth on the throbbing cock before him.
“Mmf!”
Horangi had König’s hands cuffed securedly to the bed pole above him and shoved a rag in his mouth. He was forced to watch Horangi’s ass just a scant centimetres from his face, nudging and squirming on his chest, and he couldn’t do anything about it. A particularly hard suck had him gagging and biting on his rag harder, eyes trying their best to regain focus as he felt his vision blurring. Horangi did a fucking amazing job chaining him like this, and for once he had to curse the little tiger for it. With all the strength he had in him at the time, he made an effort to crane his neck forward, but Horangi already calculated so that he couldn't reach him no matter how hard he tried.
Before he could try anything else, Horangi let go of his dick and sat back on his chest, a heavy breath was wrung out of his lung at the extra weight. He sat up, arching his back just enough for König to get a light nudge on the tip of his nose as he turned around. Horangi caressed his face then, eyes so soft and tender it almost made König want to sink in and be drunk on him again.
"Want me to get the rag out?" Horangi asked, index finger tapping lightly on the piece of fabric. König nodded furiously as if he was scared Horangi couldn't understand him. "Should I though? Maybe I shouldn't. What do you say?"
Horangi crossed his arms and lowered himself to lie atop of König's chest. He could feel Horangi's hard and cold metal nipple piercing like this, they nudged temptingly against his burning skin. He tried to use the best puppy eyes he could do, looking at Horangi while whining pathetically.
"You're a lot cuter like this," Horangi giggled softly, his chest vibrating against his own. "But alright."
He playfully removed the piece of rag damped with spit, König immediately surged up chasing a kiss but was stopped with a hand over his mouth. A finger was placed on Horangi's lips, he signalled for König to keep his voice down, his hips grinding against König's own lazily. Horangi steadied himself with hands on König's chest as he raised his hips just enough so that König's cock brush lightly over his entrance but not pushing in. König almost goes feral at the feather-like touch, forcefully pulling at the cuffs on his wrist again in vain.
"I probably don't need to prepare myself anymore, hmm?" Horangi's sweet smile suddenly turns into a raging scowl, he forcefully keeps König's head in place with a hand on his jaws. "What's with you not even bothering to pull out last night, huh? Do you have any idea how mortified I was to discover that first thing in the morning?? And today of all days too. I was supposed to give combat training lessons to the new recruits today-"
"I'm sorry…" König whispered between breathless exhales, "I'm really sorry, Horangi. I won't do it again. I promise. Horangi please release me. I wanna fuck you so bad. Please let me make you feel good. Please please please!!"
It was… nice… to see KorTac's infamous walking tank reduced to a pathetic whiny mess under him. Anger flaring in his chest started to subside. If he knew all he needed to do was to chain this brat to the bed and punish him like this a lot of his life problems would be solved sooner.
"Will you be a good boy for me?"
"I'll be good! I'll be good for you Horangi… Please, get these cuffs off of me."
"Pathetic!" Horangi mouthed as he straightened up. He could visibly see the panic on König's face as he did, but König's babbling stopped as soon as they reached the tip of his tongue when he felt Horangi repositioning himself atop of him. Horangi slipped his hand in between their bodies, fingers curling around the other's cock and steadied himself as he slowly lowered his hips.
"Horangi… Horangi umph-"
"Quiet."
A hand was slapped over König's mouth. He talked big for someone already trembling from putting it in, his thighs shake violently out of his control when they're finally seated against the other's pelvis. He let out a long sigh when he finally settled down, feeling himself stretching and twitching to accommodate König's size. König whined under his palm, clearly not unaffected by this. Horangi started a painfully slow pace, making a show out of it while using König like he was reduced to nothing but a fuck toy. It was torturous to König. He could be lapping his tongue on the inviting piercing dangling right in front of his eyes if it weren't for these fucking cuffs! He struggled to the point of almost bending the bedpost above him. Being at complete mercy of Horangi was tormenting, he quickly learned. But there's also a way to fight back.
"Ah! Hey! Ugh… mph… stop mov- Fuck! König!~ hnn… I'll fucking kill you!"
Horangi's moan changed as König purposefully thrust his hips up into the warmth despite it all, he gambled all of his strength into pissing Horangi off. Horangi was starting to become a bad influence on him, but he didn't mind. As long as he gets what he wants. Horangi's hand slipped from his mouth, he pushed weakly against König's chest for balance.
"Horangi… Horangi… you feel so good like this. Let me- ugh… let me out of these cuffs, I'll fuck you good, yeah?"
"König… König…"
"I'm here Horangi. I'm here."
Horangi edged closer to him, lips pressed softly on his, kissing and nibbling with a tenderness tantamount to that of a lover. He felt Horangi reach up to his cuffed hands and keened with excitement, but Horangi only rubbed over his sore wrist a little as a coy. A devious smile danced on his lips as he let go, back straightened and out of König's reach again. Any protest died at the tip of his tongue as he hissed out a moan when Horangi resumed moving again.
"Like I'd let you go. How naïve!"
He set a faster pace then, chasing his release without caring about König's own. With a teasing grin, he made sure to showcase the bulge on his stomach everytime he sat down. The look on König's face was priceless, his eyes roamed everywhere and focused on his belly all the same while his wrists sore and reddened from struggling constantly.
"You've been a good boy, yes?" Horangi asked, leaning over to König again, his eyes already starting to lose a bit of focus. He couldn't afford to do anything but nodded weakly, arm still trying to struggle free. "Do you want me to release you? Honestly this time."
"Horangi…" König whined, a bit of hope shining in his pupil. He wanted to reach up and smother his little tiger with a kiss so bad. "Horangi please…"
Horangi reaches down under his pillow and pulls out a small key. He left the key right under his fucking head the whole time??? But König didn't have time to be offended, as soon as the cuffs were off he surged up and lapped on one of Horangi's piercings and sucked.
"Ah! König… slow down!"
He could hardly register Horangi's voice above him, probably scolding him for being a no manners piece of shit as always. All König cared about at the moment was that he finally got to relish in the taste on his tongue, he trapped Horangi in his arms as his hips thrust up in the warm wet cavern. Horangi seemed so small like this, it didn't take much effort for him to engulf his waist in a tight embrace. Horangi's wanton moan sounded like music to his ears, he wanted to gauge all of them out of him. His little tiger, all his to have, all his to maim.
"König… ugh- König, I'm… mm~"
"Come for me Horangi. You're so good for me yeah? Can I come inside? Please let me come inside. I wanna mark you."
König nibbled on Horangi’s neck gently, a quiet plea, a wordless prayer for Horangi’s permission, for his mercy. A hand rested atop of his head, patting patiently. When he looked up from Horangi’s chest, his dazed eyes were all he could see. Horangi mumbled something in his ears that made him smile with content and started to get aggressive with his thrusts. His movement stilled after a while, feeling Horangi shudder in his embrace as he made sure his little tiger got everything he released inside of him, every single drop. They pant together in exhaustion, breaths mingled and twisted all together puffs after puffs.
“Next time,” Horangi tried with hoarse voice, “if I say not to come inside, don’t fucking come inside. Or I’ll saw your dick off and feed it to the dogs. Got it?”
“Roger,” König answered with a light chuff. “What did you say you have to do today again?”
“I already arranged everything.” Because Horangi is never a man not to have his own principals. “Oni will take my place today but I’m still the official combat training instructor. I'll meet those kids tomorrow.”
“So… I can stay here with you all day today, hmm?” König asked, hips lazily moving against his own, the cum from inside started to leak out with his thrust again. "Hey, can we try that thing where I come inside you and then eat you out? Don't worry, I'll fill you right back up."
“One day I will personally see to it that your dick is grinded into paste.”
“Wouldn’t have it any other way.”
König happily reaches up for a soft kiss, preening at how Horangi can never seem to stop himself from spoiling him.