•Manipulation• [BNHA × Male!OC]

Chapter 110: and I'm gonna serve exactly what you are... CUNT!!!

"You're going to ruin everything..." Katsuki seethed at the icyhot boy.

It had been seconds since Ryo left, but it felt like hours.

"Speak for yourself."

Shoto practically spat, it was an unprecedented level of aggression from the boy.

The blonde growled, shoving the boy harder.

"Everything was fucking perfect," he was practically shaking in anger, "don't fuck this up."

Mismatched eyes glared back into his own.

"You already have."

At that, Katsuki slackens for an instance, and Shoto shoves him away.

"Where is Ryo now?" Shoto catches the breath that had been knocked out of him by the blonde.

"Do you even know what you said to him?"

The memory seems to slap the blonde in the face.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Katsuki snarls, grabbing fistfuls of the boy's shirt.

"To think," Shoto doesn't back down, eyes stabbing into the blonde.

"You knew about your feelings longer than me," he grabbed a handful of the blonde's hair and tugged it back sharply, causing Katsuki to hiss in pain.

"And you've done nothing." he pulled Katsuki's hair harder, the latter grabbing at one of Shoto's arms to restrain him.

"I don't know if you're a coward-"

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"Or celibate."

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If looks could kill both boys would have dropped dead a hundred times over.

But after a lifetime of glaring at each other, Katsuki makes the first move.

He tugs on the boy's shirt and their lips crash into each others.

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Let's be clear, this is no tender peck on the lips.

Their teeth collide and gnash at anything that could hurt.

Their lips collect cuts and bruises like medals.

Shoto, hands still threaded in blonde hair, grips and yanks back hard.

Katsuki winces, his head falling back.

Immediately, Shoto dives in, teeth finding purchase along the blonde's neck as he spat curses like a song.

Desperate to take the upper hand, Katsuki grabs onto the boy's shoulders and turns, slamming the duo-toned boy onto the bed behind him.

It's a constant struggle for dominance, neither party willing to let up for a second.

The air goes hot and damp as the pair fight, kiss and draw blood.

It's only when both boys are littered with bitemarks and purple bruises that they both run out of steam.

While Shoto had indeed been on top of the blonde by the end, Katsuki threw him down beside him with an arm, effectively bringing the battle to a draw.

The room fills with the sound of heavy pants as the men lay side-by-side on the bed, catching their breath.

Slowly the intensity fades, a cool wind finally rushing into the room as if to erase the heat left behind as evidence of their passions.

"Why did you stop me before?" Shoto's voice pierces the quiet that had fell upon the room.