Do. Your. Worst! »Feitan Portor«

Method 35⋆ - Poison Kiss

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*ahem*

so uh.. ....smut warning-

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"You bastard!" I gasped as my bottle left my grasp. The room we had decided on was on the larger side, two cream coloured sofas facing each other with a glass topped coffee table between them.

Cheeks tinted a blushed pink, Feitan began to laugh loudly, his head violently thrown back and the stolen wine bottle jailed in his hand.

I sat, much like a unamused child, on my opposing sofa, glaring at him.

"Aw~ poor baby." he pouted, condescendingly. "Too bad baby not allowed alcohol." his taunt immediately followed by another round of snarky chortles.

After a few moments of considering my options, I decided the only course of action was to vault over the table towards him.

And so that was exactly what I did.

Feitan's eyes widened as he quickly leaned forward to place the bottle on the floor (which wasn't very wise as it ended up spilling across the equally cream carpet anyway), coming back up and holding open his arms for me to crash into by instinct.

Appalled at the sound of the bottle smashing against the floor, I pushed against his chest in order to lean back and mourn for my fallen friend as its entrails soiled the rug, but barely got as far as semi-arching my back before Feitan's grip tightened substantially.

"Feitan, we're currently at a crisis. Release me at once." Once more I attempted to push away, but he simply pulled me closer and hid his face against the crook of my neck. Does he not understand the severity of the situation? The wine is literally spilled across the floor- this is not the time for such confusing behaviour-

"More in box." his words were mumbled as he tried to push himself closer to me.

"Oh." I still resisted, my mind elsewhere, nothing properly clicking within my mind. "Then I have to go and get another-"

"NooOo." he whined loudly, arms tightening around me as he shifted his bodyweight to his left, causing us to fall sideways onto the sofa, entangled. "Stay." he complained, eyebrows knitted together, his eyes closed in a similar state of uncertainty in his actions.

I blinked, then craned my neck in attempts to glance at the box of wine. "No. This is a celebration and celebrations call for wine." I was quickly growing annoyed with his antics. I wanted the wine. Badly. I felt like I couldn't breathe without a sip.

"Some celebrate other ways." he uttered, also clearly annoyed though he couldn't seem to decipher why.

"What?" I asked, relaxing as I looked at his face.

He stared at me for a moment. "What?"

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"What?" I tilted my head.

Feitan mirrored my movements, eyes darting around, unsure of what to make of the situation. "Yes."

"Aah. I see." I nodded, surprised I didn't understand the first time. It was very obvious. "You know, we never decided who won." I suddenly realised, topic changing completely.