Stop Using Me {suna x uke male}

bonus chapter: 4

warnings: extra long chapter because it's the last bonus and it has... wait for it... SMUT

i'll give a warning when it starts, in case some of you guys don't want to read it.

(M/N) was sitting on the rope that was around the square arena. He kicked his legs back and forth, watching Suna stretch.

"You're not going to stretch."

(M/N) shrugged, "Don't need to. I'll kick your ass."

Suna stopped pushing on his squatted legs, his stomach a bit twisted. He slowly turned his head, hating the shit-eating grin on (M/N)'s face. The shorter male knew he already got underneath his skin.

"Kick my ass? C'mon Angel, you couldn't even hurt a fly."

"Well, that's not true. Just ask Koda's family... Oh wait... I killed them, that's right."

Suna stood straight up, his expression blank. He cracked his knuckles, "You're sick and twisted."

(M/N) licked his lips, giving an open mouth smirk. "Thank you." His eyes slightly widened.

Suna shivered, walking towards the male and smacking the back of his head. "Stop making that creepy little face of yours."

(M/N) crossed his arms and pouted, "You're so rude. I don't think I deserved that."

"I hate you."

"I hate you too."

(M/N) finally jumped off the rope. He rotated between the balls of his heels and to the tips of his toes. He just swung his arms back and forth, bending it slightly. He felt his limbs pop as he sighed in relief. He felt stiff lately.

"There, Cowlick, I stretched."

Suna rolled his eyes, "That's not stretching Angel."

He reached to the sheath on his thighs, pulling out his trusty dagger and spinning it in between his fingers before stopping it in front of his face. The blade of it shined against his golden-brown eyes, reflecting it a bit.

(M/N) reached to his side, pulling out a regular knife from the side of his pants.

"You think you can win with that?" Suna taunted, both beginning to walk in a circle.

(M/N) hummed, "You're right. I don't need a weapon to beat you."

"Why you-" He ran at (M/N).

(M/N) stepped out of the way, his eyelashes being closed to the blade, he felt the air of his attack. (M/N) blinked, grabbing the back of Suna's shirt, pulling him back. He brought his knife to Suna's side, aiming just to skim the skin, he didn't want to hurt the male too badly during their spar.

Suna brought his dagger down, the tip of (M/N)'s knife scraped the dagger's blade. The clashing sound was very satisfying to them. A bit of sparks flew from the metals coming into contact.

(M/N) spun, bringing his dominant leg around, going to kick Suna. Suna put the handle of his dagger in his mouth and used his arms to block the kick coming to his chest.

Yet, it was useless, the shorter male's legs came into contact with his arms, but it was like he didn't have any. He still felt his chest being kicked when his arms came into contact with himself. He wheezed while he skidded back, catching his footing before he fell down.

"Jesus, Angel, you're a lot stronger than I thought."

(M/N) patted both of his thighs, "I like legs, so mine gotta look fucking good. Gotta keep the strength up for them."