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The punch to his gut looked like it had come out of nowhere, draining the tension from his arms and knocking the air out of his lungs. He doubled over, legs weak, unable to stop himself from being knocked back a few feet before his back finally collided with the cold wall. He shook his head, one hand quickly going up to his face to check his glasses, then he finally opened his eyes and looked up at his opponent.
Confident. Taunting. Annoying.
"Too slow, blondie," the redhead teased, a proud smirk on is face. Hell, his entire body language screamed invincible. "Come on, is that all?" he kept taunting, hands in his pockets.
Kunikida had slumped down the wall, but stopped himself before he completely fell on the ground. Amber eyes quickly flicked from Chuuya's legs to his own, inhaling through his nose and feeling his muscles tense in preparation. He smirked.
"For a gravity manipulator, your punch was pretty mediocre," he sighed, feigning ignorance.
Chuuya's eyes shone and he lunged forward, and Kunikida smiled. Perfect. Kunikida lightly turned his head sideways and dodged the attack. After that he softly pressed the other man's elbow and wrist down; twisting it and using the force of his downward swing, Kunikida knocked Chuuya's elbow the other way.
The redhead flew in the air.
He drew an arc in the air, obviously caught off guard, and his back hit the ground before his mind could process what had just happened. Kunikida didn't even turn around to look at him, simply dusted his hands off and placed them in his pockets.
"You cunning bastard!" Chuuya yelled, quickly jumping to his feet and turning around to look at the blonde man.
Kunikida simply smiled and turned halfway around, looking over at Chuuya.
"Don't tell me they never taught you that one in the Port Mafia," he challenged, arching a brow.
Chuuya didn't respond to that. Instead, a wicked grin split his face and he lunged forward once more, not giving his sparring partner enough time to react to the punch thrown at his ribs. Kunikida lurched backwards, grunting in pain and losing his balance. Chuuya took that as an opportunity to land a kick to the blonde man's stomach, meaning to send him sliding across the floor and into the nearest wall-
A hand closed around his ankle.
"Crap-" his words were cut off, breath knocked out of his lungs and the room spun as the ground rushed up to meet him once more.
A shuffling noise, weight pressing down on his chest, and a tall figure looming over him. Kunikida had managed to one-up him once more, but what else could Chuuya expect from the Agency's top ranked hand-to-hand combatant? The redhead was confident in his own fighting abilities as well – he didn't earn his rank as the best martial artist in the Mafia for nothing – but getting his ass handed to him by an Agency member was really something else. Especially since both of them were basically on the same level.
This would be a game with no ending.
"Fucking hell," Chuuya coughed, trying to suppress his urge to use his ability. "Get your fucking knee off my chest!" he demanded, baring his teeth and frowning.
"You really got a mouth on you," Kunikida simply replied, pressing his knee even more into the redhead's chest. He had the latter's hands pinned to the ground by the wrists. "But you fight well, Nakahara Chuuya."
Chuuya arched a brow at those words and huffed out a breath, trying to ignore the pain from this bastard's knee on his chest. An urge rose inside of him, and it must've made his eyes shine even brighter since Kunikida seemed to react.
"No powers," he warned.
The redhead smirked, lifting his head off the ground.
"Can I tell you a secret, Kunikida?" he nearly whispered, and Kunikida furrowed his brow at that. "Please?" he added, trying to look innocent.
"I'm not falling for that," Kunikida simply stated, but he still leaned his face closer to the other man.
Chuuya closed the space between them and pressed their lips together, using the momentary distraction to free one of his hands and grab Kunikida's shoulder. He lifted a leg and, using the heel of his foot, kicked the taller man on the small of his back, instantly feeling the hold on his wrists loosen and watching him double over from the sudden jolt of pain. Their lips parted and Chuuya used that to his advantage, pushing himself up off the floor and rolling them both over, slamming Kunikida to the ground and straddling his hips.
Kunikida groaned, face twisted in pain, and his hands laid loosely at his sides. His body had some difficulty recovering from that staggering blow, and through half-lidded eyes he could see Chuuya's smug smirk and those ocean blue eyes looking down at him triumphantly. The blonde man sighed and a chuckle escaped him, surprising both men.
"Low blow, Chuuya," he breathed out, feeling his body and mind gradually recovering from the pulsing pain in the small of his back. "This really is a never-ending fight."
"Ah, come on. It's only been four hours!" Chuuya exclaimed, his smirk splitting into a grin. "With the breaks in-between, of course," he added when he saw Kunikida's unamused frown.
"A kiss? That's your way of trying to win this?" the taller man continued, earning a not-so-innocent head tilt from the redhead.
"Your fucking knee was killing me," Chuuya snapped, but there was no malice behind it.
"Language."
"Fuck you."
Kunikida quickly shot up, grabbing Chuuya by the shoulders and locking their lips in yet another kiss. This one was deeper, slower, both of them savoring the taste of the other. The blonde man could feel Chuuya's muscles relax a little bit, trying not to smirk at the reaction. He was planning on switching their positions again, even if it meant that they'd get stuck in a vicious cycle, but his partner had other ideas.
Chuuya pushed Kunikida's hands off of him and instead wrapped his arms around the latter's neck, deepening the kiss a bit more. Kunikida breathed out through his nose softly, his hands resting on the smaller man's waist now. Their sparring sessions didn't usually end like this, but it was definitely a nice change of pace from having to carry each other, bloody and bruised, to the infirmary. He was pretty sure the nurses there already knew them by name.
Kunikida slowly pulled away from the kiss and barely suppressed a smirk when he noticed the light surprise on Chuuya's face at the movement. This was all he was getting for now, since the fatigue was starting to catch up to him and his body felt like it was turning to lead.
"Off you go now," Kunikida finally said, and Chuuya looked at him, wide-eyed. "I'm tired."
"You started this!" the redhead retaliated, incredulous. "Finish what you started, Doppo!"
"I wasn't the one who used a kiss in order to get out from a pin down," Kunikida shot back, and Chuuya scoffed.
Chuuya knew that Kunikida was never really interested in sex to begin with, but a good make out session was still something the redhead wouldn't say no to. It really wasn't a good feeling to get a taste of your own medicine, he realized. Then again, it was weird that they had gotten this close to begin with. Agency member and mafioso, two extremes that were supposed to be enemies, yet somehow ended up trusting each other so much as to turn their backs to the other.
If it wasn't for that mission forcing them to work together, they might have never ended up here. Sure, Kunikida was a pain to deal with at first, but Chuuya gradually realized that he was starting to actually feel something for the tall bastard. To make it even more interesting, Kunikida had also been tormented by the same feelings. Their confession wasn't really a true confession, per se, since it involved a lot of hints being thrown like bricks at Kunikida until he got the idea, but after that...
Fuck, he was getting distracted again.
"Asshole," he murmured, releasing Kunikida and getting up, stepping away from him.
"Language."
"Va te faire enculer*," Chuuya growled, and Kunikida just rolled his eyes at him.
Kunikida stood up and dusted himself off, then looked at Chuuya and placed his hands in his pockets.
"Drinks later?" he asked, even if he already knew the answer.
"You know it," Chuuya smirked, and they both made their way out of the sparring room.