“I don’t know,” Gilbert said, coldly. Alfred’s eyes widened and Feliks giggled. “You sure you don’t want to take your little friend back to your room and—“
“Ah, no,” Alfred said, removing Feliks’ hand from his pants. He gathered Feliks up and shoved him at Gilbert. “He’s yours, man.” Gilbert caught Feliks easily. “Ta!” Alfred turned to go. Gilbert balled his fist and slammed it into Alfred’s fucking face. Alfred howled in pain and stumbled away, cursing.
Whatever, Gilbert thought. Alfred always did have a Backpfeifengesicht. His face was just crying out for Gilbert’s awesome fist in it.
He was distracted from his awesome ass-kicking thoughts by Feliks.
“He-ey,” he said, looking up at Gilbert. His eyes were glassy and yet, there was something that made Gilbert absolutely furious. Maybe because deep in there he swore that Feliks was somehow aware of this and just mocking him, for what? Being sober? Being responsible? Going to class?
“Fag,” Gilbert spat and roughly shoved Feliks into the room, slamming the door. Fuck noises violations. Feliks stumbled, almost falling in those stupid spindly heels. Gilbert caught him and dragged him upright. He wasn’t in the mood to coddle Feliks.
“You are such a slutty fag,” Gilbert hissed, dragging Feliks to his bed. “All you fucking want is cock, and booze, and apparently now you’re a fucking pothead.” A voice in his head—it sounded like Francis—whispered that he shouldn’t be treating Feliks like this. Gilbert ignored it. He was angry. “Slut.”
Feliks shoved at him. “M’not a slut,” he whimpered. He looked up at Gilbert. “I’m not a slut!”
There. At least Feliks was yelling at him. That was almost normal. “You fucking are,” Gilbert yelled. “You’re a slut, you’re a faggy slutty crossdressing whore! What do you think you’re doing? Throwing yourself at everyone who has a co—“
Feliks shrieked and lunged for Gilbert’s throat, biting and clawing at whatever he could reach. Gilbert laughed and fell to the bed, struggling with Feliks. He was stronger of course, but Feliks was crazy. He banged his head on the wall and shoved Feliks down. Feliks bit his arm hard even to draw blood. Gilbert laughed and pulled Feliks’ stupid blond pigtail viciously.
Gilbert was still laughing as Feliks shrieked and scratched his chest with those damn nails. The hurt and he grabbed Feliks’ thin wrists and held them over his head, with a Whatchagonnado? look directed at Feliks. Feliks dug the dainty little heel into Gilbert’s calf. Gilbert dropped Feliks’ hands only to have his hair pulled. He yelped in pain. Of course Feliks would fight like a fucking girl.
“Bitch!”
“Fuck you!” Feliks answered. Gilbert pressed down on him. He weighed more, that should subdue him. Feliks groaned and Gilbert looked at his face, curious. He recoiled in horror and suddenly became painfully aware of his erection and worse yet, Feliks’ pressing against his thigh. He pulled back.
Nails bit into his bareback, as Feliks pulled him down. “Oh no you don’t, you fucking tease,” Feliks spat, arching up and rutting against Gilbert’s leg. “Don’t you fucking lie, you want me.” Gilbert opened his mouth and Feliks covered it with his own, clawing Gilbert’s back like he was a fucking cougar or something.
The kiss was rough and violent. Feliks bit as his lips until he parted them. Gilbert kissed back, forcing his way into Feliks’ mouth roughly. He ground down on Feliks’. “Like that, bitch?”
“Ooh! Fuck you, bastard,” Feliks hissed, clawing Gilbert’s back. Gilbert smirked and bit his neck. Feliks yelped and Gilbert bit down again, this time on his shoulder. It was intoxicating. Feliks was clawing his back raw as he rutted against him and he could finally just fucking bite someone as hard as he could.
And he's like so annoying (part 5b/X)
“Ah, no,” Alfred said, removing Feliks’ hand from his pants. He gathered Feliks up and shoved him at Gilbert. “He’s yours, man.” Gilbert caught Feliks easily. “Ta!” Alfred turned to go. Gilbert balled his fist and slammed it into Alfred’s fucking face. Alfred howled in pain and stumbled away, cursing.
Whatever, Gilbert thought. Alfred always did have a Backpfeifengesicht. His face was just crying out for Gilbert’s awesome fist in it.
He was distracted from his awesome ass-kicking thoughts by Feliks.
“He-ey,” he said, looking up at Gilbert. His eyes were glassy and yet, there was something that made Gilbert absolutely furious. Maybe because deep in there he swore that Feliks was somehow aware of this and just mocking him, for what? Being sober? Being responsible? Going to class?
“Fag,” Gilbert spat and roughly shoved Feliks into the room, slamming the door. Fuck noises violations. Feliks stumbled, almost falling in those stupid spindly heels. Gilbert caught him and dragged him upright. He wasn’t in the mood to coddle Feliks.
“You are such a slutty fag,” Gilbert hissed, dragging Feliks to his bed. “All you fucking want is cock, and booze, and apparently now you’re a fucking pothead.” A voice in his head—it sounded like Francis—whispered that he shouldn’t be treating Feliks like this. Gilbert ignored it. He was angry. “Slut.”
Feliks shoved at him. “M’not a slut,” he whimpered. He looked up at Gilbert. “I’m not a slut!”
There. At least Feliks was yelling at him. That was almost normal. “You fucking are,” Gilbert yelled. “You’re a slut, you’re a faggy slutty crossdressing whore! What do you think you’re doing? Throwing yourself at everyone who has a co—“
Feliks shrieked and lunged for Gilbert’s throat, biting and clawing at whatever he could reach. Gilbert laughed and fell to the bed, struggling with Feliks. He was stronger of course, but Feliks was crazy. He banged his head on the wall and shoved Feliks down. Feliks bit his arm hard even to draw blood. Gilbert laughed and pulled Feliks’ stupid blond pigtail viciously.
Gilbert was still laughing as Feliks shrieked and scratched his chest with those damn nails. The hurt and he grabbed Feliks’ thin wrists and held them over his head, with a Whatchagonnado? look directed at Feliks. Feliks dug the dainty little heel into Gilbert’s calf. Gilbert dropped Feliks’ hands only to have his hair pulled. He yelped in pain. Of course Feliks would fight like a fucking girl.
“Bitch!”
“Fuck you!” Feliks answered. Gilbert pressed down on him. He weighed more, that should subdue him. Feliks groaned and Gilbert looked at his face, curious. He recoiled in horror and suddenly became painfully aware of his erection and worse yet, Feliks’ pressing against his thigh. He pulled back.
Nails bit into his bareback, as Feliks pulled him down. “Oh no you don’t, you fucking tease,” Feliks spat, arching up and rutting against Gilbert’s leg. “Don’t you fucking lie, you want me.” Gilbert opened his mouth and Feliks covered it with his own, clawing Gilbert’s back like he was a fucking cougar or something.
The kiss was rough and violent. Feliks bit as his lips until he parted them. Gilbert kissed back, forcing his way into Feliks’ mouth roughly. He ground down on Feliks’. “Like that, bitch?”
“Ooh! Fuck you, bastard,” Feliks hissed, clawing Gilbert’s back. Gilbert smirked and bit his neck. Feliks yelped and Gilbert bit down again, this time on his shoulder. It was intoxicating. Feliks was clawing his back raw as he rutted against him and he could finally just fucking bite someone as hard as he could.
“Oh yes Oh yes! Harder, harder, Gilbert! Harder!”