NO MORE ANUS BLEEDING

He grinned.

"I just remembered a little kink of mine. I haven't fulfilled it in years." He licked his lips, digging his thumbnail into the veiny part of Seagull's wrists.

He cried out.

"Fucking stop it--what the fuck are you doing?!" Maybe drugging Crow had been a really stupid idea. Apparently, liquor made him go fucking crazy.

He grinned wider, obviously satisfied with Seagull's expression.

"It's been a while, you know, since I got to see some blood. All my assassinations are so boring and dry."

Seagull kicked him. In the gut.

"I don't give a shit!" he snarled. "I'm not letting you cut me up, you fucking psycho--I just wanted to fuck you!"

Crow slapped him.

"Then what the fuck did you do to me?!" He snarled. "I feel sick and I felt fine before you came over!"

He kicked him again, rubbing his face.

"Nothing, I just wanted you to loosen the fuck up--it worked, can we do it now?"

He grabbed Seagull by his pretty long hair with one hand and grabbed his arm by the other, yanking him into an upright position.

"What the fuck did you do?!" He snapped.

"The fuck did you do?!" he snapped back just as angrily. "You made your goddamn house...spinny!! And then you fucking grabbed me and now I'm horny and angry. Fuck you, you fuckhead!!"

Crow smacked him again.

"I should kill you right here and now." He hissed.

Seagull smacked him back, finally.

"Shut the fuck up! This is why loving you makes me fell like such a motherfucking dumbass!! You're a cunt--a complete cunt, Crow."

Crow ground his perfect teeth together, a sign that he was, in fact, about to be pushed over his breaking point.

"No, you don't understand. Normally, I just tease you. This time, I'm serious." He growled. "You tampered with my drink. You need to leave. Now."

"Like I could leave if I wanted!" he retorted. "I don't know which way is up. My head feels weird, and--" He paused, his eyes widening with outrage.

"...You sonuvabitch. You spiked my drink!!"

Crow smiled suddenly.

"How can you spike a milkshake, stupid?"

He slapped him, or at least tried to. He mostly missed due to his disorientation.

"You put shit in it, you fucker! Thought it tasted fucking weird...I can't believe I trusted you! What am I, a complete asshat?"

"The answer to that is most definitely yes considering the fact that you completely violated me." He snarled. "And when I'm not so sopping drunk, I'll beat the shit out of you for it."

"Same here!" he snapped. "I can't believe I thought you loved me--you're just a complete dick. I shouldn't have come here."

Seagull sat up and tried to push himself off the bed, but he just feel backward. Embarrassingly enough, he landed right on top of Crow; he groaned loudly.

"I HATE YOU SO MUCH."

Crow glared at him.

"Go to bed so we can sober up and kill each other tomorrow morning." He grumbled.

He crossed his arms, glaring at Crow. He really hated him, sometimes.

"I don't want to go to bed, you fucker. I want to have sex with you and cuddle and kiss until we fall asleep so I can kill you in the morning without regret."

Crow smacked him.

"I will make you bleed if we have sex right now. Is that what you really want?"

"You won't love me if we have sex when you're sober," he replied bitterly.

Crow shrugged.

"If you say so. Rough sex it is. Not that I mind."

"Why do you have to fuck up everything?!" he snapped irritably. "I hate you so much. You're such a fucking psycho...just, fuck you. And I'm topping."

Crow blinked, but then he realized. He could use this so his advantage. So hard.

"No, I'll top~" He insisted, grinning. He prayed Seagull was stupid enough to take the bait.

He groaned loudly.

"My head hurts because of you, asshole--make up your fucking mind, this arguing is giving me a headache. First you want me to top, then you don't, then you do, now you don't. You piss me off. I could break your fucking arm."

He waved his hand.

"No, no, no, you top. Go ahead." He said, mentally facepalming. Stupid Seagull, just fuck him already.