Class of Heroes: Boys Side Edition

Class of Heroes: Boys Side Edition

Author: Garlyle Wilds / Genis Irving

Origin: Class of Heroes









Hito I ~ Anger

Warnings: Anal, Roughsex, HJ, Dirty Talk



"Fuck. ...FUCK!"



That little brat had smiled at me. Green haired angel bitch had smiled. How dare she!? I wanted to wipe that smug grin right off her face. I was a Diablon, damnit! I was supposed to be feared, especially by divine bootlickers like those angels, I--



"Damn, Hito, you've been pissed for like fifteen now," that hand on my shoulder was familiar. Didn't help calm me down. "Seriously, man, it can't be that bad, can it?"



"The hell you know, Tax!?" I turned to look at him, snapping a bit. No point covering my voice; we were on the roof, but somehow, sound never reached the ground below. "Huhn? Girls ain't supposed to smile at me, especially not angels. Damnit, I'm not looking to win smiles, that's fucking insulting!" I growled to make my point, turning back around to look down over school grounds from up high.



Maybe, perhaps, I was being a bit ridiculous, but so what? It was true. I was a ninja. A Diablon ninja. I was supposed to instill fear, not...



Tax's arm snaked around my waist, pulling me back a bit, until I was flush up against him. We were about the same height, really, so it probably wasn't hard for him to do when he started nibbling at my neck.



"The fuck do you want?"



"You're hot when you're angry," I could feel Tax's grin as he breathed that out, reattaching to my neck and making me shiver a bit. Goddamn, I could feel it pressed against my ass, he wasn't kidding.



"I'm too angry to fuck."



"You sure you're a diablon?" Tax laughed, the hand around my waist slipping quickly to start undoing my pants. No wasn't going to be an answer to 'let's fuck', I had learned, from a few days after I joined Tax's gang. Not that it mattered. But I was not going to play bitch in this mood.



"Yes, I'm sure, and if you keep going I'm gonna turn this anger back on you," I managed to hiss back, even as my fly was undone, the hand now wandering to my boxers.



"Good," Tax chuckled, still grinding his crotch against my rear... did he think I was kidding? I'd--damn, he already had me out, rubbing... "Feels good?"



"It'd feel better... with your mouth down on it..." I groaned back, trying to avoid flat out moaning, but damn, he had good hands.



"You know I don't do that," he was still stroking my cock a bit, trying to make me passive...



...Fuck that.



I spun around, practically tackling him down to the pavement and earning a yelp of surprise and a pained sound to accompany the thud of his body hitting the solid roof. "Fine. If you're not gonna take it in the mouth I'll pound your ass instead."



He gave me a grin as if doubting me, so I collected his hands and pinned them above his head, my other hand pulling at his belt, and then his pants... damnit, why couldn't I just tear em off? Right, no suspicion... fuck that crap. I was gonna make him cry loud enough to draw attention, damnit.



My mouth came down on Tax's neckline now, locking that dominance as I finally got him naked below the waist. I let his hands go - I'd won, afterall - and focused on getting his legs apart. "Ready for it?"



He smirked up at me in return, those delicious red eyes with no fear. "What, you're asking? When'd you get so soft?"



So I pushed in hard - no preparation, no lubrication, no care... that was how we Diablons did things. And the crying moan from his throat was wonderful.



We'd done this so much before, always fighting for dominance over one another, not wanting to bottom unless the other earned it. Struggles for dominance that ended with one of us tied up or beaten down or bleeding, the other slamming in one way or another... no, to be frank, I wouldn't have it any other way.



"Hell... Hitooo... ahhh...!"



"Tight... as ever... fuck..."



Afterall, this was how we loved it - me pinning him down to whatever surface was nearby and slamming into him, or forcing him down to his knees with his hands tied up by his shirt... or the reverse. It didn't mater. It was sex and the hunger that came with it, and we were capable of satiating each other regardless.



The way he looked, spread out like that, gripping onto my arms since there was nothing else, and giving me that look that screamed 'is that it? Comeon, hurt me!'... it was so delicious. Maybe I'd do him a favour, for being such a good sport; my hand reached down, grabbing his flesh and jerking it as roughly as I was fucking him. Up and down; in and out...



"Fuck... Hito, gonna..."



"Go ahead... ahh..."



Gods, even as I looked down to watch his cream spurt out all over my hand and his shirt, I could feel myself unable to hold back, and sweet hell, the way his body spasmed down on me was pushing me over the edge, still slamming into him even as I filled him up, more and more...



I collapsed a bit, bracing myself over him and breathing deep a bit, staring down at him, and him back up at me.



"Still angry?"



"Can I fuck you again if I say yes?" I grinned down. And he just laughed, but pondered.



"Maybe," he was grinning back.



For a moment I wondered... should I kiss him?



...No. That wasn't the kind of relationship this was.