Clash (ClaudexAsh) Black Butler

The demon's lips were upon the angel's in a matter of seconds. How did it end up like this? Neither man knew as they tried to tear off the oh-so annoying clothes.

"Demon."

"Angel."

Both of the hated each other, so why were they both itching to do the unthinkable? The holy one would taint himself with all of the pure hatred and filth the demon had on him. The evil being would cover himself in innocent white and purified skin.

The two would dance a fiery dance that would kill both of them.

They hated each other, despised each other. In fact, they were both planing on different ways to kill each other. Now they were both locked in a heated kiss, both fighting for dominance. This forbidden romance was blossoming with each passing second.

Claude wanted to drag his fingers across the angel's skin, to see the pureness of him to be tainted. Ash only wished to see the demon thrashing and moaning while being touched by someone so holy.

It should have burned in such a different way for them.

Their skin should have tingled in pain and not passion. Why did they have to feel such a burning desire to feel each others skin, to feel the pleasure they knew would come.

Ash and Claude were still fighting for dominance. Although they didn't need air, they still broke, gasping and panting. They didn't say a word, but both worked on the others clothes.

Occasionally, one would spit out a word that was no where near nice, and the other would simply respond with another cruel word as their clothes were shed.

Slowly, the angel pushed the demon on the bed, only a few articles of clothing remained on both of them. Finally, the demon spoke up. He wasn't fond of this position.

"And what makes you think I'll let a vile being like you top me?" he growled, his golden eyes narrowed. In the discarding of clothing, he was sure to place his glasses neatly on a side table.

"I'm doing it right now, am I not?"

The demon simply grunted in annoyance, only to flip the other over with a smirk.

Narrowing his own eyes, the angel dug his nails into the demon's back, an unamused expression crossing his face. "No."

No? So, the angel wanted to fight, hm? Roughly, Claude ripped off his, and the vile being beneath him, last remaining clothes. They hissed in pleasure, feeling the skin upon skin.

For now, Ash was fine with being bottom, as long as it meant he would still get equal amount of pleasure.

"We have to be quiet," the demon warned before started to prepare the other, "I do not wish for master to hear us. I doubt that would end well."

With a few squirms, Ash agreed as he felt the suddenly wet digits probe as his entrance. Out of everything that has happened in his life, this was the last thing he thought would happen. The demon was quick to prepare him, not wanting to spend much time on this. He didn't even care to press comforting kisses to his neck, only bites, marring the pureness he hated.

Yes, he hated how pure and creamy the skin was. Claude had to mark it, even if they would vanish in the matter of hours. He wanted to make the angel hate himself, to call himself impure. That was his goal by the end of all this.

Meanwhile, Ash simply squirmed, his breathing uneven as he forced himself not to moan. He didn't want to show any weakness to the other. His hands gripped at the simple white sheets, trying to focus on how impure and disgusting the demon was making him.