Seagull and Crow Have a Fight

Seagull punched Crow the in face, relishing the loud smack as his fist made contact.

"You asshole!" he yelled. "It's my business what I do with my body--it doesn't give you the right to be a fucking dick!" He kicked him in the gut with his knee, hoping it hurt.

"The tattoo's staying, you big fucking asshole!"

Crow grabbed Seagull by the collar of his shirt, shoving him against the wall. He ran his tongue over his teeth, which were covered in blood from his split lip.

"It's my business what you do with your body, because I stick my dick inside of you," he hissed, grinning widely as blood and spit oozed from his mouth. He shoved his arm against Seagull's throat, so he could use the other hand to wipe his mouth. "If you don't quit being fucking retarded about what you do with your body, I'm going to tie you up and fuck the stupidity out of you."

"When my body's fucking dead!" he sneered back. "You stupid bastard, I got it for a fucking reason and that's fucking good enough! I can do whatever the hell I want."

He glared at Crow, watching the blood drip down his chin.

"I've put my dick in you, too, asshole, but you never see me kicking your ass over that stupid-ass haircut--hell, I don't even do anything when you fuck other people! Don't you tell me what to do."

"I wouldn't have to fuck other people if you learned how to make me orgasm, you little cunt," he replied, flashing a bloody smile at Seagull. "But you can't even do that properly, because you were a virgin when I met you and you might as well still be a virgin.

"If you hate my hair so fucking much, why do you enjoy pulling on it so fucking much, huh? Don't kid yourself, you love my body more than anything else. Everybody loves my body, because it's perfect," he licked Seagull's neck, biting into him right below his jaw.

"If you're going to hit me, at least make it hurt, you giant pussy," he hissed.

"Fuck you..." he growled, yanking Crow's stupid ponytail. He kicked him in the shin, then the stomach. He wanted him to wipe that stupid grin off of his face, even if it was covered in blood.

"No one will like your body if I fuck it up enough, huh? Is that what you want, you fucking bastard slut?" He kicked him again. "I see the way you look when we do it--if there's a person here who can't get enough, it's you. Hell, who's the fucking faggot who started this bullshit between us anyway?!"

He moaned loudly, licking his lips. He could feel the bruises, already. He couldn't wait until the next day, when he was nice and sore, but now was good, too. Feeling the sharp sting of paint. He shuddered, wiping his mouth again.

"Come on, I know you can do better than that," he laughed, grabbing Seagull and punching him in the jaw. "Fuck me up, fuck me, either way I win and you know it. You never quit, though, because you enjoy it. You love beating me to hell and then fucking me. You're sick, and I love it."

"Funny," he spat, his mouth already filled with the metallic taste of blood, "that sounds a whole fucking lot like you, you goddamn psycho!"

He shoved Crow against the wall, grabbing him by the throat.

"Funny how whenever I fuck the shit out of you I don't have to do anything--you just sit there and take it, because you're a huge fucking faggot and you can't get enough. But whenever you fuck me you gotta bring out the fucking rope, because I actually hate it."

He squirmed, grabbing onto Seagull's hands with his own, gripping his wrists and digging his nails in.

"If I'm such a psycho, why do you always fuck me, then?" he asked, grinning. "I won't deny how much I love when you actually be a man and fuck me, but it doesn't mean that you're good at it, you little bitch."

"If it's not up to your standards, then maybe I won't, cockbreath!" he snarled. "I'll go find someone who doesn't give a shit about tattoos and fuck them--then we'll both be fucking happy, you colossal shithead!"

Crow grinned.

"Then get out of my house," he replied, eerily calm. "Leave, and don't you ever come back."

"You'd fucking track me down," he snarled. "I know you. You wouldn't just fucking let me leave."

"Why?" he replied, shrugging. "If you don't want to be with me, I can find someone better. I don't need you and you don't need me. So leave."

He glanced to the side, scowling.

"...I'm not enough of a pussy to force you on some other chump. I've got fucking morals."

"You need me," he replied, laughing. "You just like to think you don't."