Kismesis-Raychael

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"He fucking disgusts me." Michael snarled to himself, stomping around his bathroom. His face was red, hands balled into fists, and teeth gritting together. "Fucking piece of shit. I wanna fucking beat the shit out of him."

"You fucking talking about me in there, little bitch? Come out here and fucking say it to my face!" The yell was slightly muffled through the wall, but had Michael's blood boiling even hotter than before. He flung the door open, uncaring when it slammed and nearly flew back to hit him, and glared at the smaller man before him.

"You got something to say, Ray?" Michael hissed, glaring, and the younger man met him with a hateful smirk.

"Yeah, you're a little pussy." He growled back and Michael reared back his hand, smacking Ray firmly against the face. The dark haired man stumbled, his glasses becoming askew, and he took a moment to get back into his stance and fix them before returning the slap as hard as he could. 

"You're so fucking gross. Your gross fucking gorgeous face. I just want to beat you into nothing." Michael grabbed Ray by his dark, wavy locks, yanking back his head to bare his neck. He kissed at the exposed skin, biting into it with complete disregard for the other. Ray's hands slid up Michael's shirt before scratching down the older man's back, leaving angry red marks in his path.

"I hate how hideously beautiful you are." Ray muttered breathlessly, biting back a whine when Michael's teeth sunk into his shoulder, his hips jerking forward involuntarily. "You make me sick!"

"Shut the fuck up. You're perfect fucking voice makes me want to rip your throat out." Michael gripped Ray's arms roughly, making sure to leave fingerprint bruises as he shoved the small man against the wall, relishing in the breath of air that escaped him. "Did that hurt? Good."

Ray balled up his hand, delivering a solid punch to Michael's chest, laughing when he clutched it in pain. "Alluring asshole. You make me want to stab you." Ray managed to snark before Michael was on him, kissing him so roughly their teeth clacked. Ray moaned, his tongue flicking out against Michael's wildly.

"Undress. Now. I want to see every inch of that disgusting fucking body." Ray was quick to oblige, yanking off his shirt to reveal small bruises littering his arms and chest, marks running down his back leaving pink marks. Michael wasn't any better, Ray noticed with a satisfied smirk, his injuries seeming much worse against his pale skin. 

Michael was impatient, standing there naked, as Ray was purposefully slow removing his bottoms. "Fuck you!" He finally yelled, pushing the younger man to the ground and shaking the rest of his clothes off, tossing them away carelessly. "Now get the fuck up." He sneered, holding out a hand to help jerk him up. 

"Don't get romantic on me now, you fucking piece of shit." Ray grinned, shaking off Michael's hand and pressing him against the wall, taking the opportunity to leave another mark on his already-bruised shoulder, sucking at the creamy skin greedily.

"Don't make me sick." Michael shoved Ray away from him before rushing forward to pull him close once again, grinding their hardened lengths together. He gasped, clumsily leading them towards the bedroom until they'd both fallen onto the bed, Ray on top and wasting no time in rutting against Michael. The older man scratched viciously at Ray's back like a rabid cat, whining curses.

"Pathetic... Beautiful... Fucker!" Ray gritted, eyes shut tight in pleasure, and he hurried to grab the lube from their nearby dresser, removing the cap with his teeth as Michael's nails dug deeper, drawing the first beads of blood.

"Fuck me before I change my fucking mind." Michael half-whined, half-growled, and Ray laughed at him in a bitter sort of way.

"We both know you won't change you're mind, you piece of shit." He snapped his hips forward again and Michael grunted his affirmation. Ray squirted the lube into his waiting hand, lathering up his finger and pressing one to Michael's hole. He smirked when Michael hissed at the cold. "Not warm enough? Good. You're fucking lucky you merit enough to me for me to even use lube on you, my perfect little slut."

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