Crows and Seagulls Are Totally Pals Right?

He snorted.

"You can't even find someone willing to top your fag ass."

"Just shut the hell up and let me fuck you already."

"...It's going to hurt, isn't it?"

He laughed humorlessly.

"Of course it is, you fucking fag. But you want this, don't you? Because no matter what you say, you want me to fuck you."

"I don't want it to hurt!!" he snapped.

"Too. Fucking. Bad."

Sighing, Seagull bent over anyway.

"...I hate you."

He laughed and shoved his fingers into him.

"Yup, you're more of a faggot than I am, hands down."

He inhaled sharply, trying not to yell.

"...And yet...somehow, I'm less desperate," he growled though gritted teeth.

Crow wasn't buying it this time, though. He inserted more fingers.

"No, I think you're the desperate faggot." He insisted, yanking on his hair again.

Seagull yelped at the increase in pain.

"N-nice...nice fucking try. I'm not going to...cave for a shithead like you! You'd...like it..."

"You know, it's a bad idea to piss off the man still has two fingers he could potentially shove up your ass." He commented, sounding highly delighted at the idea.

"You realize we can't have sex if you break me, right?!" he snapped.

"But one is so much more fuuun~" He purred, pulling on Seagull's hair more.

Tears rose to Seagull's eyes--not because he was a pussy or anything, it just really, really hurt.

"...This is why I'll always hate you. You have no fucking feelings."

He yanked hard on Seagull's hair, shouting at him in rapid Italian before he switched to English mid-sentence.

"-and now you have the balls to say I don't have feelings?!" He hissed, shoving his last two fingers into Seagull. "I am going to screw you so. Hard."

Figuring it couldn't get much worse, Seagull decided to just speak his mind.

"Yeah, because everyone understands Italian, you little special snowflake!!" he sneered sarcastically. "But if you must know, fuck yeah I have the balls to say what I think. I've never believed you have feelings ever--not when I met you, and not now!"

Crow responded by violently dragging his fingernails along the inside of Seagull as he removed his fingers.

Seagull did what any other human being would do: he screamed.

Satisfied with that reaction, Crow stepped out of the shower and turned on the sink instead, washing off his hands and face.

Seagull leaned against the shower wall, momentarily paralyzed by pain.

"This is what I mean, fuckhead!!" he screamed.

But Crow just grinned.

"No, see, that? That was my response to getting angry. And now? Now I'm taking joy in your pain." He laughed to himself. "And it delightful to see."

"That's my fucking point," he hissed. "The only things you feel...you have to hurt people. It's fucking sick, and I hate that I like it."

He grinned wider.

"Even better. I knew there was a reason I still sort of like you."

He glared at Crow.

"I kind of want to murder you because of it."