Seagull and Crow Do It For The First Time

Seagull practically yanked the door off of its hinges as he dashed into the hotel room. He began madly grabbing his things and shoving them into the suitcase; how could he have been so stupid?!

He had been a sidekick, a foil. Whether he had helped or not, Crow had delivered the kill, and that was bad enough for him.

He stared at his shaking hands, felt the blood rushing in his ears. Surely his parents could see him right now. Surely all of them were disappointed. Surely all of them had expected better.

He groaned, burying his face in his hands. Maybe he shouldn't even bother returning home--as if Papa Mitya would really miss a failure like him. He was the second best assassin in the world, but second-best wasn't worth shit.

"Oh come now, my little Russian truffle, you can't really have believed that you could win against the first ranked assasin," he waltzed into the room, laughing. "Come, let us celebrate a magnificent victory. You may win next time, so do not feel down."

He wrapped an arm around Seagull's shoulder.

"There is one way I would really like to celebrate with you."

"Shut the fuck up," he growled. "I never want to see your face again--fuck you, for stealing my kill." He shoved another shirt into the suitcase, not bothering to fold it.

"Fuck everything about you, you fucking сука--I hope they catch you and you get sodomized in prison for the rest of your days, you stupid asshole!"

He gripped the rosary around his neck, touching each of the beads and remembering the Hail Mary. it didn't calm him down much.

"Just leave me the fuck alone. Our paths will never cross again." He shoved Crow's arm off of him, not wanting to grow comfortable.

"I am willing to give you the credit, even, so what is the big deal? You and I both knew I would come out on top, so to speak. Or, perhaps, if you so wish it, to be literal," he waggled his eyebrow, chuckling. "Come, let us celebrate."

He groped Seagull's ass invasively, running his fingers over his back and down to his thighs.

He elbowed Crow, but did nothing else to stop him.

"...You're despicable, you know that? Attacking a man at his weakest hour. Fucking disgusting. Do you even have any sense of honor, any moral code?" He looked up at Crow, glaring.

"I don't think you do. You have no idea what it's like to be someone like me." He ran his hands over the rosary again.

"Moral codes are not for assassins, you silly, naive Russian child," he cooed, pressing against Seagull. "Come, let us sleep together, we will have the most womderful sex."

He licked Seagull's ear, giggling.

He shuddered.

"...If I fuck you, you keep your mouth shut about my failure," he said, formulating excuses in his head for this to be less sinful. "And I'm only doing it because I'm bored."

He stood up, and after a moment of hesitation removed his rosary.

"Fucking fine. I'll play your shit game. You got a nice ass, for a slut." He cracked his knuckles, trying to hide the fact that his hands were trembling.

Crow blinked. He had expected this to be much harder. It was actually kind of a turn off. He loved playing with his prey before he went in for the kill.

Oh well, he'd have to make up for it by being extra rough.

He grabbed Seagull by the waist, pulling them closer together.

"Do you enjoy dancing, caro?" he asked, smiling down at him with perfect white teeth.

"...You blew it," he said, shoving his chest. "I forgot for a second how fucking nauseating you are. This is why I'm a fucking virgin."

He blinked, honestly confused.

"What did I do?" he asked, laughing. "I thought you might want foreplay, dolce? Or do you prefer to skip to the good part? I figured, since you are a silly little flower, you might enjoy some fun before the real fun."

He chuckled.

"Was I wrong again?" he asked, highly amused.

"It's that fucking Italian bullshit," he spat. "You sound like a fucking asshat--cut it out." A blush rose to his pale cheeks, barely obscured by his makeup.

"I will fucking kill you if you piss me off, you know that?"

He laughed heartily, holding his stomach.

"Do you not hear this accent? It his one hundred percent genuine!" he replied proudly. "I could always try a Greek accent, hm? Or, perhaps, you would like to hear an accent closer to yours, little tesero?"

He smiled, placing his hands on his hips. "I can fake a decent Russian accent, you know. Though, it's not very good, you see, I have a lot of trouble with Russian."

"I don't want you to use a shitty Russian accent, just speak English, motherfucker."

He glanced at the rosary, sitting on top of his suitcase.

"Look, I think I changed my mind..."

"Then I will tell everyone about your failure, little gabbiano," he replied, wrapping his arm around Seagull's waist. "And I am sure you do not want your father finding out about this, am I correct?"

He leaned closer to him, pressing a kiss to his lips.

Feeling rage fill his lungs, he grabbed Crow's stupid ponytail and yanked, hard. He bit his lips too, for good measure.

Letting out a loud moan, Crow grabbed Seagull and roughly shoved him against the wall. He ran his tongue over Seagull's lips, as pressed himself against him.

Seagull gasped, struggling to push the bigger man off of him.

"W-what are you doing?!" he demanded, trying to ignore the chill Crow's tongue had sent through his body. "Stop before I fuck you up!"

Crow pulled away, a sheepish smile on his face as he wiped his mouth.

"Ah, I am sorry, you...excited me," he replied, grinning. "You should not do that if you do not want to get me hard, you know. I'm afraid...that if you did not want to have sex, this will become a very awkward situation."

He glared at him.

"And why should I give two shits about what you want?" he snapped. Nonetheless, he glanced at the bed.

"Don't normal people do it on, I don't know, furniture? Keep your kinky against-the-wall shit to yourself."

He laughed.

"Yes, a virgin like you would enjoy to use the bed, wouldn't you? That's so very cute," he cooed, kissing Seagull's forehead. He grabbed him and pushed him towards the bed. "Now, you must have touched yourself by now, tell me what you enjoy, little virgin."

"I don't care, I just want this over with," he lied. "Just do whatever, and I'll tell you if it sucks."

He shrugged.

"Do not complain if I am too rough, then," he replied, shoving him onto the bed and crawling on top of him, pinning his arms above his head. "I would so love to tie you up, but I do not think you would be very receptive to that."

He laughed to himself, as he bent over to kiss Seagull again.

Seagull yelped, struggling to get free.

"Stop!" he complained. "I don't like this--it's not fucking normal, let go of me!" His anatomy begged to differ.

"I wouldn't want you to change your mind halfway through this, so I will let your hands go when I am sure that you cannot change your mind," he purred, kissing him again.

Though he still actively resisted Crow's hold, Seagull could feel himself weakening. He hadn't been touched by another person like this before. It was uncomfortably intimate, in a way that made his heart pound.

Slowly losing his ability to string together words, he contented himself with biting on Crow's lips again, hoping it would scare him off but fairly certain it wouldn't.