Crows and Seagulls Are Totally Pals Right?

He glared at him spitefully.

"How am I supposed to stop when I see you touching me...I feel it, and I can do something to stop it."

"Maybe you should just enjoy it?" He suggested. "Just let go and relax. And don't pull the, 'If I relax, you'll kill me!' shit. If I wanted to kill you, I would have."

"How about if I relax, I'll kill me--I don't want to receive pleasure when it comes from the likes of you."

He rolled his eyes.

"Oh, stop acting so high and mighty. You want this, no matter how much you try to deny it."

"Then I can redeem myself by ignoring temptation," he replied coldly.

"Are you really going to make yourself unhappy like this?" He rolled his eyes. "Come on, just give in..."

As he spoke, he finally stuck his hands inside of Seagull's pants.

"I'll be unhappy whether you touch me or not, for different reasons," he grumbled, biting his lip.

"Explain." He purred, running his hands along Seagull...Jr.

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He moaned, squeezing his legs together to make him stop.

"I hate you, but...I still want you." He said the last part very quietly and begrudgingly. "If you don't touch me, I'll be unsatisfied...I'll be forced to imagine it over and over. But if you do touch me, I will hate you forever and be filled with rage, because you disgust me."

"Well...You're lucky, then." He said, grinning and forcing his legs apart again, so he could continue his actions.

Seagull gasped, biting his fingers to stop further noise from escaping.

"Damn you..."

He leaned over Seagull, licking his ear.

"You're lucky, because I'm not really going to screw you."

He flinched, obviously very aroused.

"...You're not lying?"

He nodded, removing his hands and standing up.

"Yup. You'd be a boring fuck, I have bigger things to shove inside of me than you, anyway."

Seagull glared at him weakly.

"So that's all I had to do?...Ha, what a relief. I didn't want to touch you whore body anyway," he lied.

"You're too small for my tastes. I like to feel it when someone is inside of me." He replied coldly. "I'm going out, I'll be back when after I'd had a good fuck."

Seagull stood up rashly, ignoring the pain in his side.

"I'm not small, you giant douchebag!! You're so small you'd fall out!"

"Do I have to show you my dick to prove to you how much bigger I am? Or did you forget that I'm Greek-Italian?"

"I don't know what I am, because my parents are dead, but I know I wouldn't feel it if you tried!"

He shrugged.

"I'm leaving, then."

"...Get back here!" he exclaimed. "I...I want to either punch you or kiss you, but I can't do it if you're gone, you coward!"

Crow just gave him a look.

"If you want to fight, I'm bored of fighting. If you want to fuck, grow a bigger dick and then come find me."

Seagull clenched his fists, humiliated and enraged.

"I hate you, so much...I should just kill you right now."

He grinned wider.

"Good. That's exactly how things should be."

He reached for his gun, aiming for Crow's head.

"Curl up and die, bastard!!"