Stop Using Me {suna x uke male}

Chp: 16

Note: (F/C) means favorite color

"Hand to hand, or weapons?" (M/N) asked trailing his fingers across the beautiful (F/C) dagger. He picked it up, his hand moving across the smooth metal.

Feeling out the weight of it. Tossing it in his hands, he liked this dagger. He was going to keep this dagger, steal it if he needed to. Suna kept his eyes on (M/N), keeping in mind the liking he has taken to the (F/C) dagger.

"Well we could do weapons, try not to hit important vitals." He said, satisfying the short male.

"Oh way to take the fun out of it." (M/N) sarcastically said.

Suna rolled his eyes and smacked the back of (M/N)'s head. (M/N) snickered a bit, hiding the fact that he was becoming more and more relaxed as the days go by. But he wouldn't let his guard down.

They walked into the small rink, the same one that they decided to test (M/N) if he was worthy of joining, and got in their fighting stances.

A small squat, (M/N) held his new dagger out slightly forward and tucked his non-dominate hand into his side. Making sure it stayed out of the way.

"Ready?" Suna asked.

"Try not to get too badly injured." (M/N) smirked.

Suna scoffed and ran towards him, twirling his dagger in his right hand. He spun a few more times before bringing it forward. (M/N) swiftly moved his dominate hand to block with his dagger. The metal clashing together.

A slight shake was emitting from their strength. Both trying to push each other off of from their force.

"Why didn't you say you were this strong?" Suna struggled a bit to push off (M/N).

"You never asked." He chuckled, pushing Suna to the ground.

Not that he was using his full strength, it was still a spar with someone inferior to him.

Suna rolled back and put his hand on the ground pushing him upwards, to where he was standing on his own feet again. (M/N) looked rather bored, so he took the next step forward.

Literally.

He lifted his dagger and swiftly moved to the side, moving it to slice forward. Suna moved his head, the blade barely missing him. (M/N) sliced the air, he felt the slight wind pushing his face.

(M/N) brought his fist to Suna's stomach, making contact. Suna felt the pressure, he grabbed (M/N)'s hand, putting his right hand underneath (M/N)'s elbow, pushing it upwards. Not far enough to break it, but far enough to make the smaller male wince.

(M/N) took his free hand to grab Suna's right hand, moving it off his arm, he spun and kicked Suna's chest.

Suna stumbled backwards but caught himself, he ran at (M/N). Forming a fist, ready to punch (M/N).

(M/N) took his hands and blocked his punch, but a foot made contact with his chest. (M/N) fell back and coughed, he rolled out of the way of Suna's fist.

He spun on his back and made his feet kick Suna down on the ground. (M/N) put his hands behind his head and pushed off of them, landing on his feet, Suna just lazily stood up.

They both pulled out two daggers. Circling each other, maintaining eye contact, wondering who would make the first move.

Who?

Who?

Who?

One false step and the other would tense up, ready for the strike. Both on edge from their opponent.

One false step.

One false step.

Only one.

(M/N) skilled with everything never misses, except a gun. He's fast and strong, never wants to lose. He knows everyone's weakness after one battle, he's quick and stays calm under pressure.

Suna, unbelievably calm and fast. Analyze's his opponents moves and strikes, he can use his fist up to any weapon. He can turn anything into a weapon, yet, he can't read (M/N). His moves are always unpredictable.

"Hm," (M/N) was now some how directly in front of Suna, "Too lost in your head?" He dodged Suna's dagger and immediately brought his up, cutting Suna's cheek. "Hope you weren't trying to read me, no one can." He spun and kicked Suna's legs forward, catching him by his collar, "Thats your weakness. Trying to read your opponents movements for a counter, tsk, leave them on their toes." He dropped Suna, the impact echoed across the room.

(M/N) straddled him, bringing his dagger to Suna's neck. Suna lifted his hands defensively, then immediately brought his right hand into a fist, (M/N) dodged it. Barely missing (M/N)'s face, then Suna lifted his knee and used it to hit (M/N)'s sensitive area.

"Damn it." He muttered, holding his dick, looking at the smirking cowlick. "Wipe that smirk off your face or I'll kill you." (M/N) growled.

"Or what Angel?" Suna punched (M/N)'s nose, (M/N) fell on the ground himself. "Leave them on their toes, you know?"

Suna was about to drop on him, but (M/N) but his foot on Suna's chest. Pushing it with half his strength, before grabbing his dagger and stabbing his shoulder.

Suna doing the same, but he merely cut an open wound, (M/N) was fast on his feet. The adrenaline prevented them from feeling the pain.

Suna put his forearm on (M/N)'s throat, he pushed off his feet, (M/N) fell on top of his back. Suna hovering over him.

The adrenaline began wearing off, their breathing was hitched and they needed air. (M/N) noticed how close Suna's lips were to his. His eyes widened.

"Suna, you can get off."

But it was like Suna didn't hear him. Suna's eyes trailed from (M/N)'s eyes to his lips. Over and over again. It's been a month and a few days since (M/N) joined, and yet he grew fond of the smaller male.

(M/N) glanced down. Suna's legs was practically trapping (M/N). His left leg outside (M/N)'s right leg, and his right leg in between (M/N)'s legs. His hands on either side of the male under him. Suna smirked, and (M/N) blushed.

"You can get off..." He repeated timidly, for once showing weakness.

Suna leaned closer, "Or what?" He chuckled, "Unpredictable? Didn't you say to leave them on their toes?" He repeated for the second time.

(M/N) couldn't move, he could get Suna off of him, but he did not want to. In fact, he kinda wanted this.

"This is very interesting." A voice said.