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Ren blames the adrenaline. He blames the adrenaline from the fight between him and Desast. It’s a spar at a time so ungodly in the morning that he wonders if they’ll get the cops called on them, even if it is an abandoned warehouse. The sound of blade against blade is deafening, he can hardly believe everyone else can’t hear.
“You smell way too much like fun for someone who’s getting their ass kicked” Desast taunts him, and Ren pauses to shout that he’s been holding his own damn well, even if his body hurts from some of the blows. A part of his stomach twists that he can’t even managed to do this well enough to entertain a Megido
That hesitation is just enough for Desast to twist and hit Ren hard enough to send him on his back.
“Don’t go and ruin the battle with the damn sour stench.” Desast straddles him quickly, fisting his clawed hand in Ren’s shirt to bring their faces closer together. “You still ain’t in the fight. All bark and no bite. Weak little ninja boy. Fun to play with but where’s your teet-”
“Shut up!” Ren hisses, his hands gripping Desast’s collar, smashing their faces together. Ren’s not sure what he’s doing. He’s not sure what he’s expecting.
What he gets is Desast’s mouth against his for a moment before the Megido’s teeth open just enough for a tongue to slide against his lips, and Ren really does blame everything on anger and adrenaline because he meets Desast’s tongue with his own.
It’s teeth against teeth. He can taste his own blood in the kiss and maybe even whatever the hell Desast has running through his veins. There’s a spark of pride that he made the other bleed.
“That’s a way better scent to you.” Desast says when Ren finally pulls away and smacks his head against the concrete. “Confidence...Tasty.” He laughs and Ren twists just enough to get a solid kick to his stomach.
“That’s wasn’t-” Ren starts sitting up, wiping his mouth. “Don’t think-” He slams both his hands on the ground and throws his head back. “What am I even fucking doing anymore.” He whines.
“Hell if I know brat.” Desast mutters. “See you around the next time you want me to kick your ass.” Desast waves him off before disappearing.
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“Hey Brat.” Desast says, swinging his sword over his shoulder, squatting down like he didn’t give a shit that Ren was fully transformed and ready to fight. He didn’t, truthfully, which made Ren’s blood boil. He was sure that was exactly what the damn Megido wanted.
‘You smell better when you’re pissed off instead of mopey’ is probably what he’d say. Gross.
Taking a page out of Desast’s book, Ren ignored him and shot forward swinging at him. Desast twisted right out of his reach, managing to jump and perch on a tree branch.
“Ooh, you smell even angrier today that usual. Heh. Tasty.” Desast laughs, making a mockery of gravity with his balance. “Hear me out for a second though. Let’s make a bet.”
“...A bet?” Ren doesn’t change his stance. He’s learned that every moment is a battle with the Megido. “What could you even offer me-”
“A favor. Whatever the winner wants. No limits.” Desast hops off the branch, his body language completely unreadable to him in this moment. Not that he was particularly good at it yet.
“Do you think I’m stupid? Don’t answer that actually.” Ren frowned under his helmet. If he won, there’s so much he could gain. “If I lost-”
“Damn, this is why you lose. No confidence, Ninja boy. Gross.” He could practically feel the other wrinkle his nose at him. It made Ren want to punch the asshole straight in the face. With his…fist. Sword. Not his face.
“Fine then. I hope you’re ready to pay up!” Ren hissed out, before charging. His head just wasn’t into the fight though. A favor? What would he even ask for? What did he even want? It wasn’t like the other could make him strong. Would he ask Desast to stay around and train him? They already had an unofficial agreement to that. There was no reason Desast would actually hold up his end of the bargain, and if Ren asked, maybe the Megido would just laugh in his f-
Suddenly, he’s on his back with a blade to his throat.
“God you stink.” Ren can feel Desast scowl as he presses the sword just a little harder against his throat. “I hate it when you get all sour like that. Thinking about stupid shit again. This is why you lose, y’know?”
“I haven’t lost yet.” Ren hisses trying to twist out from under his blade, only for Desast to straddle him somehow without even removing the blade from its position.
“Move too much and you’ll slit your own throat. That’d really suck. What a shitty way to go out.” Desast laughs. “Ain’t you swordsman honorable? Can’t admit when you lose?” Ren snarls at that, which only earns him another laugh.
“Fine.” Ren breaks his transformation and let his head hit the ground. “What kind of favor do you even want from me anyway?” There’s a small part of his brain that plays back the way Desast’s tongue felt in his mouth, and that it’d been so long since-...since what. What was he doing?
“Let me mark you, brat.” Desast practically leers when he says that, which causes Ren to shoot his head up quickly, grateful that Desast had put his blade down. His eyes are wide and there’s a flush across his face.
“E-excuse me?” He manages to make words stumble out of his mouth. “Exactly how are you...mark me? What…” His heart is beating rapidly in his chest, and he’s trying to keep his brain from straying. The damn Megido can probably smell the shift in his thoughts.
“With my teeth. Like we were doing that one time. Wanna leave you something to think about.” Desast tilts his head, studying Ren’s expression. “Relax, brat. When’s the last time someone dressed your wounds? When’s the last time any of your precious swordsmen saw any of your skin. Ain’t no one gonna know. Or you can back down. Whatever.”
That sounds too human. Too nervous. Too much like the butterflies in his stomach and the static in his head. He hates it. He can barely get his fingers to undo the buttons on his jacket to expose more skin.
“I’m honorable. I don’t back down….m-mark me.” Ren shrugs off his jacket to expose his shoulder, he can’t hear his own thoughts over the sound of his heart beating. For a second, he thinks Desast will back down, and he frowns, shifting to close his jacket back up.
Desast practically pounces on him, one hand in his hair to pull his head to the side and out of the way. A knee, probably accidentally to brace himself, against his dick, hard and rough and way too much. Suddenly, there’s a sharp pain from his shoulder and Ren screams, loud enough that someone could hear them. Ren can feel Desast’s tongue lap up the blood in small circles, almost soothingly, before something in him just snaps.
He grips both sides of Desast’s head, yanking his own head against the pull of his claws, and smashes their mouths together. It’s somehow more vicious than last time. Desperate, needy. There’s far more of his blood in his mouth, far more of his hands on Desast, far too much.
Desast pulls away, both of them breathless.
“...See you around, brat.” Desast manages before poofing off again.
Ren presses his thumb against the wound, and groans. Maybe no one would see it. Maybe no one would know.
However, whenever someone had their gaze on him, Ren felt hot under the collar, knowing that that mark was there. Just under the surface, waiting for someone to discover it.
Ren wasn’t sure what it meant, or what conclusions people would draw but…
When it eventually faded, Ren knew he wanted another in his place, and that….that had to mean something, right?