[C][M] Watching A Movie

Lyo didn't know how it had happened, but he was currently sharing punches and kicks with his boyfriend. Again.

The two of them had been all set up to watch one of their favourite horror movies. Even gotten as far as settling on the couch cuddled together and pressing play.

Then one of them had said something stupid and the other had decked him. Lyo didn't know which one it was this time. This happened far too often for them to keep track of.

Lyo laughed as his fist met with Maks' jaw.

Fighting like this was always fun. Maks was grinning himself as Lyo took a step back to avoid the younger man's fist.

"Cheap shot, pussy."

Maks laughed after his jaw came into contact with Lyo's behemoth fist.

Despite the pain he was still grinning and laughing, his leg sweeping out to hook behind Lyo's knees as he shoved him backwards into the couch.

The bigger they were, the harder they fell.

"All's fair in love and war," was the man's snorted reply.

Lyo hardly had time to react to the leg hooking behind his knee. He grunted as he fell back hard.

The springs in the couch protested loudly as his weight fell back onto it.

"Little bitch, if you just wanted me on the couch, you could have asked." He patted his thighs in invitation, his grin wide despite the split in his lip that stung like a bitch.

"Oh so you love me, huh?"

He asked, his weight on one foot as he cocked his head to the side, causing his hair to drape over his face, a smug grin on his bleeding lips as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"I could have, but seeing you fall head over heels for me is more entertaining."

He replied with a snorted laugh as he moved forward, placing himself in Lyo's lap and kissing the man firm, gripping his hair as he lapped at the man's split lip.

"I can't begin to imagine why, but yes."

It took a lot to love Maks and sometimes he wondered just how he had found the balls to do it. Maks was a real handful.

Lyo chuckled softly as Maks straddled him, hands hands finding the younger man's hips, gripping them firmly as he pressed into the kiss, his own tongue lapping at Maks' bleeding flesh.

"I fell for you years ago."

One hand yanked up the back of Maks' shirt and pushed into the back of his jeans.

Maks was a handful to be with, he was moody and unpredictable with more than a bit of a mean streak.

He had some redeeming qualities though, he was fiercely loyal to those close to him and when he finally allowed himself to love Lyo back, he didn't do it by half measures, everything he was, he gave to the man sitting beneath him.

Maks purred into the kiss and licked his lips when Lyo spoke again.

When his shirt was yanked up he pushed forward, pressing his body against the man as he kissed his throat, yanking his head back by his long hair.

"I know, 'cause you pulled me down with you."

His head fell back with the firm pull of his hair.

"You weren't easy to drag down with me."

His nails bit into the skin of Maks' backside firmly, scraping until his nails broke the skin and beads of blood welled up. The brushing of Denim on the scrapes irritated them when his hands slid up Mak's back under his shirt slowly.

"Didn't want to be a fag."

He hissed as nails tore over his cheeks, causing him the writhe a little, his hips shifting as the course denim rubbed against the fresh wounds.

Despite the pain he still purred as those large, warm hands stroked up his spine, being in Lyo's arms was the most dangerous place for a person to be, but he never felt safer.

He had struggled with his sexuality for a fair while, he hadn't trusted the feelings of his hormonal teen body.

The two of them now was a testament to how little he cared about it now.

In return he bit into Lyo's skin roughly, not letting go until the skin tore under his blunt teeth.

Lyo snorted loudly.

"How'd that work out for ya?" he asked with a teasing grin.

One hand slid around Mak's chest to pinch a nipple between his fingers firmly. He teased it for a few long moments before twisting it as roughly as he could manage.

A grin curled his lips and a loud moan sounded as teeth sank into his tattooed neck.

Maks looked up at Lyo and snorted at his question, obviously fighting against it hadn't done him any good, since he had just accepted it he would admit that he was much happier.

He cried out as his pierced nipple was twisted harshly, his thighs pressing together a little as arousal stirred inside of him.

His tongue probed the freshly torn flesh, pressing into the wound roughly before lapping at it as it bled.

"Yeah, thought so."

He gave the man's nipple a final twist before his hand gripped at Maks' side.

In one swift and well practised move, he flipped the two of them so Maks was laying on the couch and Lyo was half kneeling on it.

He grinned down at his boyfriend darkly as he ran his fingers slowly down Maks' chest.

"You were persistent."

He reminded, Lyo hadn't exactly been overly subtle in their younger years.

Maks' lips pursed as he was flipped and Lyo gave him that look.

Nothing good ever came from Lyo grinning like that, he may not fear the man but he wasn't dumb enough not to be uneased by it.

"I'm always persistent."

That was one of his best qualities. He was a persistent asshole all the time.

"Now," he purred darkly, hand hand moving to push into the pocket of his jeans. It returned holding the polished-to-perfection shiny black metal of the casing of his flickblade.

"I think that clothing has to go." The blade flicked out of in one fluid motion and he stroked the back of the blade over Maks' neck.

His eyes narrowed as Lyo's hand slipped into his pocket, he knew what the man was reaching for.

As the blade ran over his throat he stilled, not out of fear, they had done this many times, he enjoyed it and he enjoyed how hard it made Lyo, but he knew one simple fact.

During knife play, do not move.

Lyo was good with a blade but even professionals made mistakes with a moving target.

A purr rumbled in this throat as he looked up at the man with hooded eyes.

"Then take them off of me."

It was that moment in the beginning of knifeplay where Maks was falling into the perfect submission needed for the act that Lyo always used the dull back of the blade.

Even professionals made mistakes, but there was very little harm to be done with the back of this blade.

Lyo grinned and palmed the cool metal in his grasp for a few long moments before it sliced easily through the material of the younger man's shirt. The collar was dealt with in a few short strokes and then he drew a line through the fabric down his chest.

The cut shirt fell away from Mak's body and he paused in his cutting to draw the tip of the knife over his nipple slowly. The sound of metal on metal rang out as he ran the blade over the solid silver ball on the end of the piercing in his nipple.

There was no love-lost having this shirt sliced in half, he knew well enough that most of his clothes rarely lasted very long.

Still, the sound of the fabric splitting and feeling the cool breeze coming off of the sharp metal as it traveled down his torso always had him forcing himself not to squirm.

Maks gave a soft moan as the ring of metal touching sounded, knowing that the blade was so close to a sensitive area, so able to cut into that flesh had his toes curling.

The cold sharp metal caressed the sensitive skin of Mak's nipple and rang over the piercing as Lyo played.

He could feel the throbbing heat between his thighs as he swelled. Just gripping the knife in his hand drew a strong reaction from him.

"I'd like you to try this some time."

The blade sliced a shallow cut just underneath Mak's nipple. he bowed his head to lick up the thin line of red that welled up.

The thought of Maks running the metal over his skin got him as hot and bothered as doing it to his boyfriend.

"Alright."

He replied, the effort to keep his breathing steady as his heart beat quickly was evident in his husky tone.

It wasn't panic, but arousal that had his breathing coming in a little heavy.

The initial sting of being cut wasn't anything compared to the heat that radiated from the wound and the thrill of danger in the act.

He groaned as Lyo lapped at his blood, his body arching up into his mouth a little now that the blade was away from his flesh a little.

"With your own knife."

Maks' knife didn't see a huge amount of action. Lyo despaired that. He had a deep fascination and love for blades and seeing a blade owned but not used often upset him.

He leaned up to press his lips to Maks' ear and purred deeply.

"Could you imagine it? Me laying still as you run your knife over my body." He ran the tip of the blade down the centre of Maks' chest slowly.

"The blood that'd well up when you cut me." He nipped Maks' ear

"Of course."

He knew he wasn't allowed to touch Lyo's knife, the man was very protective of it, no one was allowed to handle it but him.

A low groan sounded as Lyo whispered in his ear, the front of his jeans becoming progressively tighter as he spoke and stroked the blade down his exposed chest.

"You getting off on that thought Lyo?"

He asked, a smirk curling at his lips as he gave an appreciative purr at the imagery.

"Yeah, I am." No shame. "You are, too."

The blade skipped over Maks' stomach. Lyo grinned widely as the tip of the knife pressed to the bulge in Maks' jeans. The man would feel a sharp prick as the blade pierced the coarse denim and pressed into his hard skin.

Lyo licked his lips slowly.

"Hell yeah."

He replied, he had no shame around Lyo as it was, he could happily admit that the thought of the man laying out at the will of his own blade made him shiver.

A sharp gasp sounded as the tip of the knife pierced his jeans, his eyes sliding shut as he bit into his lip harshly, holding back a moan, he didn't want the cause the blade to slip right now.

He drew the knife slowly up to the zip of Mak's flies.

"Undo your jeans. Slow and carefully," he purred softly. "Wouldn't want to slip, would we?"

His voice had taken on a huskier, deeper tone than usual.

He licked his lips again and a deep purr sounded in his chest.

Maks kept his eyes shut, he didn't trust himself to look down at what was happening right now.

His hands slid down his stomach slowly until he felt the brush of fabric against his fingers.

Slowly he pushed the button through the hole, being sure not to rock his body at all or move the rest of his jeans.

He could feel the pressure of the knife against his crotch as he carefully gripped the zipper and slowly started to pull it down.

Lyo watched Mak's hands carefully.

As he pulled down his flies, Lyo ran the flat of the blade along the back of Maks' thumb.

"Lift your hips. Slowly."