Revenge Served Cold (for Haru)

Ronin smirked wider as Haru howled, watching him as he squirmed in his grip, hearing the groaning and watching his arms swinging about, as if it would help him in any way; the Japanese man was a little too focused on making Haru suffer to notice the hands clawing at his own. He didn't budge, however; he kept cranking that hold on, before Haru continued to taunt him. Haru knew exactly what buttons to press when it came to Ronin, clearly. He snarled louder as Haru spoke, looking the man straight in his eyes, his anger continuing to roar like a bonfire flame.

"Not even in your dreams," he responded in Japanese, as if he was becoming so unraveled he couldn't even speak English anymore; which, to be honest, wasn't far from the truth. His main issues definitely were, in part, as a result of his easily sparked anger, and deep-rooted anger over his own sexuality, no matter how much he seemed to have gotten over it. "I'm sure there's nothing you would want more." He was speaking in casual dialect, even going so far as to use the most offensive pronouns he could.

Though he was still angry, and he still wanted to make Haru shut the hell up. He suddenly dropped his legs away before coiling them around Haru's torso. With that, he moved to wrap his arm around Haru's neck in a sleeper hold. "How about you go the fuck to sleep, princess?"

"Hurghh....the evidence speaks for itself..."[/color] Haru grunted as continued to writhe and squirm. The fact that he'd annoyed Ronin so badly he'd forgone English and switched to his native tongue in order to properly curse him out. Good! That was only one stepping stone on the path to revenge. [b]"...and so does that boner!" he added with mischievous glee.

Haru grunted in surprise when suddenly his legs fell out of the ceiling hold and he fell down onto Ronin's chest. He scrambled to twist himself away onto his side as Ronin worked to lock his legs round his waist. "Fucker!" Haru growled as Ronin yanked him back into a sleeper hold.

Now this shit was getting real. He already knew first hand how well Ronin could work a sleeper, so time was of the essence to free himself. Haru threw his weight to the side, trying to roll them towards the side of the ring. He felt like he had a better chance of breaking free if he could tumble them outside the ropes or something.....provided he could get them that far.

It was true, Ronin's boner was straining against the fabric of his pants, rubbing against Haru's back. Of course, the fact that his dick was hard and even beginning to leave a mark on his pants where the head was leaking pre-cum was beginning to distract him. Especially when he realized that Haru could feel it against him, could begin to use it against him -- he wanted nothing more than to fuck him, it was true. Though ideas also began to swarm in his head of other things as well, which just made him more and more angry.

And as he got angrier, Ronin found himself unable to focus on the hold. A string of Japanese curses came from his lips as he began to roll them over, moving them closer to the edge of the ring -- before he was pitched over the side, slamming onto his back as the two of them fell to the floor. His sleeper hold loosened, as did the bodyscissor, making him snarl softly as he tried to shove Haru off of him. "Fuck you," he hissed, moving to try and get to his knees -- and punch Haru in the face.

If he even got that one punch in, he would move quickly. He would try and slam him to the mat, before moving to straddle him -- just so he could aim more punches at his stupid, beautiful face. It was clear he was tired and angry -- he didn't have much more left in him, so if Haru could hold on longer than he could, Haru might even be able to turn it around. Assuming, at least, that Haru didn't say anything more and rile him up again.

Haru's breathing was becoming heavier and more frantic the longer Ronin clamped on. The edge of the ring seemed further and further away, that he was never going to reach it, until the moment his body realized they were in free-fall. The two wrestlers crashed to the ground outside the ring and Haru sucked in a huge gulp of fresh air as Ronin's arms released his neck from their vice grip.

He rolled away as he coughed and spluttered, shaking his head back into full consciousness. Haru whipped his head around only to meet Ronin's fist that sent it flying back the other direction. He laughed darkly as he tasted blood from inside his mouth.

"In your dreams, shamurai, though not for lack of trying!" Ronin quickly attempted to straddle him and Haru covered up just in time, taking a hard shot to his forearm. He bucked his hips as he tried to throw his knees into Ronin's back to distract him.

If only Ronin could hold on a bit more. He could have won the match fair and square if he was just able to keep the hold locked in for a few moments longer. But Haru was already getting back to himself, and he managed to roll them out, getting Ronin to release his hold, much to his disdain. He growled softly, and it was with the last vestiges of anger that he managed to punch Haru straight in the face, hard enough to get the man to taste blood. He straddled his opponent, ignoring the blatant hard-on in his pants and just trying to hammer blows into the blue-haired man.

Haru's knees slammed into his back, making him yell out after a moment. He moved to try and punch him once again, lowering the rest of his defenses. He threw his whole body into it, using his left hand to try and force Haru's hands above his head -- and he used his right hand to punch him, following through with the rest of his body so he ended up just collapsing on Haru.

He gasped for air after the punch, his hands really just holding Haru's hands up with as little strength as he possibly could. He was done, unless Haru riled him up. He was breathing heavy, and he was just splayed out on Haru as he tried to regain some of that air and strength he had lost. Ronin couldn't even give him a response to the comment -- he couldn't think, he couldn't act, he couldn't do anything more than focus on his breathing.

Haru grunted as Ronin's full weight splashed down onto him. So maybe that bit with the knees wasn't the best idea. His hands were caught above his head and Ronin was heavier than he was, a good twenty pounds heavier, making shrugging him off more difficult than anticipated. Though the exertion had coated their exposed bodies in a good sheet of sweat, it wasn't doing Haru any favors at the moment.

Further, noticing Ronin's apparent fatigue reminded him of his own endurance levels. Anger and rage could give you great bursts of strength, but they also burned you out. He growled as he thrust his hips up and to the side, trying to throw the stupid man off.

"Get off, fat ass" Haru complained as he tried to complete his attempts to roll and reverse the situation. Even if his hands were tangled, it was always better being on top.

There was nothing Ronin could do to stop the roll; he was too tired for that. But he wasn't done with Haru yet -- the small comment was enough to remind him who he had beneath him, and that was enough to keep him going. What did he do? He kept them rolling. Rather than let Haru stop with them rolling over, Ronin on his back, Ronin moved to tuck in slightly and shift his body weight so they just rolled over one more time, that way Ronin was on top of Haru once more.

However, it didn't fix the fact that he was exhausted. But the "fat ass" remark gave him an idea, one that would get Haru down for the count, surely. Luckily, it didn't even require much effort. He locked his knees on Haru's sides, trying to prevent Haru from trying to reverse things by doing what he had just done to the blue haired man -- and brought his forearm across Haru's neck and pressed it down, cutting off the air flowing through his lungs.

"You can't even make me, princess," he finally replied, before giving him a smirk. "Time for sleeping beauty to go the fuck to sleep." With that, he leaned in -- and kissed Haru deeply. It was clear he was trying to waste away some of Haru's breath, but he also seemed to actually want to kiss him -- there was a remarkable amount of sincerity in the kiss.

"Grrrhhh!" Haru growled as Ronin added his momentum just right to keep the roll going. Two could easily play at that game and Haru aimed to do just that, but Ronin clamped his legs down tightly against Haru's sides that made shifting difficult. To make matters worse, Ronin was choking him once again.

"Shfhgtgrr!" was Haru's choked and raspy response when Ronin was finished sucking his face off. Probably something like 'fuck you' or 'you horny asshole' or some other manner of angry expletive. He still had the taste of Ronin's lips on his own as the burning in his throat for air became his primary sensation. His legs thrashed and kicked as he tried to push himself out of it, and he used his free arm to smash balled fists into Ronin's broad back.

If this had been an arena, the crowd would recognize the signs of a "death throe", that Haru was on his last legs. Tired out and being choked out, he was fighting for pride.

Ronin was done. He was done fighting Haru and sitting around dealing with his dumb comments and dirty attacks. He was done dealing with Haru pretending that he wasn't interested, because everything about what they had between the two of them was chemical. They wanted each other. They needed each other. If that wasn't apparent from the way they were wrestling around now, with Ronin completely hard and Haru probably not too far from feeling the same way, things would be far more apparent soon.

Ronin couldn't help but give him a tired grin as Haru gave him that choked and raspy response. "What was that?" he asked. "Couldn't hear you. See, you got something on your neck…" With that, he pressed down a bit harder, really working to try and knock him out. Soon enough, those struggles slowed to a halt, and Ronin removed his arm once he was sure that Haru was down for the count.

He didn't take any moment of hesitation. He stood up quickly, picking Haru up -- and slung him over his shoulder, reaching up to pat his ass absentmindedly. He carried him out of the ring room and into Haru's bedroom, just plopping him down on the bed. Unlike last time, however, he didn't tie him up, almost as if he wanted Haru to fight back. Which made sense, considering their relationship. He hummed, moving over to undo his pants and tug them off, before slamming a punch into Haru's abs to try and wake him up.

The first thing to grace Haru's return to the land of the living was a swift punch to the gut that made him jolt awake. Hie coughed and his eyes raced round to figure out his whereabouts, but it didn't take long to key in on 'home'. Then there was the matter of Ronin within arm's reach, and that feral animal part of Haru was still lusting for some revenge.

With a snarl he sat up and seized Ronin by the shoulders, whirling him around and pinning the man beneath him. "You got some real fuckin' nerve" he growled as he released one of Ronin's shoulders to slide his hand over the man's throat. His thumb pushed down into the man's adams apple for several seconds as he glared down at him, just enough to let Ronin know he still wasn't happy, and then released the pressure. He wasn't about to admit ANYTHING that had just happened, so he remained on top of the other man. "Hah, you even stripped me? Can you say, O-B-S-E-S-S-E-D?" he spelled out in a sing-song voice.