He cried out as he was slammed into the floor repeatedly, his lover tight against him as he was filled over and over and over.
How had it come to this?
Yesterday they had been enemies - violent and uncaring, both trying with furious determination to kill the other.
And then something had happened, and they had gone from a war of blood and fighting to blood and pleasure.
They fought for dominance, and they fought to be the victor in their mock-battles.
To the winner goes the spoils, after all.
Summary : Their battle had gone from wars of blood and fighting, to battles of pleasure and blood. Drabble.
I Intended this to be Yami and Bakura, but you could really make it any of them, I suppose :3