"Hey! What was that for!?" Wolfe complained, as he looked at the deep bite mark.
Leon could not really answer that question, so he evaded the topic. "What are you doing with my clothes?"
"I'm just trying it on. You handed it to me so...."
"While only wearing undies? Seriously, Wolfe Fang?" He chuckled and did not remove his hands that wrapped around his waist.
Wolfe just rolled his eyes. "I'm not the only weirdo here. Who suddenly comes up behind someone and bite them? Are you really like a hungry lion, Leon Mo?"
He then added. "I mean, I am a whole damn snack, but my flesh don't taste that good. I think. So please don't cannibalize me."
Leon scoffed and said sarcastically. "Your sense of humor is really god tier, Wolfe Fang."
"I know I'm not witty or anything like that. I pretty much suck at improv, to be honest." He sighed. "Even with flirting. It's my looks that gets me by."
"Well, to drunk people, they can barely understand a word so it's the looks that only matters." Leon slowly let him go.
"Only drunk people? So you're saying my charms won't work unless I get someone to get wasted?" Wolfe turned to face him. "That's pretty mean, you know."
He went over to trace the middle of Leon's chest. "I'm pretty sure you weren't drunk during that time in the bathroom, or right now when you just bit me....."
Leon took his hand away. "Wolfe Fang, I just came back from a hard day of work and too tired for this bullshit."
"Let me help you relax, then. What a hardworking boyfriend you are, would you like me to give you a back massage or something?" Wolfe grinned from ear to ear as he moved to massage his shoulders.
"Would you like that, honey?"
Leon just glared at him intensely, as if he truly was a lion that's going to eat him.
This just made Wolfe laugh. "Chill, man. Haha, I'm just joking, no need to get so mad---Mpfh!"
Leon just grabbed him easily, and slammed him to the wall while attacking his mouth.
"Whoah! Hey---Ah... Mm..... What the.....mm.... hell..." Wolfe couldn't speak clearly at all with Leon just ravaging his lips and his tongue like that like a wild animal.
Leon was very much at his limit. He couldn't resist it anymore. It's almost like there's a beastly force that's been beating his head like a drum.
It first appeared that night. The beating just got stronger and caused a ringing in his ear. He couldn't take it anymore, and the only way to make it stop.....
Is to succumb to the beast.
"Leon..... mmm... Leon Mo, stop....." Wolfe pleaded, as Leon had now moved to barrage his neck with kisses and more bites that resulted to hickeys.
This made him break out of the beast's spell for a moment, his eyes clearing. He let go.
"Hah..... You shouldn't have tested me, Wolfe Fang."
He rubbed his forehead, and Wolfe went over to the mirror to look at himself. Leon had turned his face, neck and shoulders into an absolute mess.
"What the hell was that about?" He grumbled. "You... I have rehearsal tomorrow too, you're lucky my costume has a cape that covers my neck as well."
Leon sat down the bed, as if exhausted. "That's what you're worried about?"
"Yeah! What else should I be worried about, paparazzis will go crazy if they noticed these marks!" Wolfe slammed him on the forehead.
Leon just furrowed his eyebrows. "You're an idiot, Wolfe Fang. I just literally assaulted you just now."
"Well, you did get pretty wild earlier, but 'assault' is a pretty heavy word for it." Wolfe frowned, sitting by his side. "I mean, I technically also.... did, uh..... morally questionable stuff with you by touching you in the bathroom without consent so... Guess we're even."
Leon did not like this 'guess we're even' reaction. It was still wrong of him to do that. He stood up, trying to avoid looking at Wolfe's body.
"Sorry. I'll go sleep on the roll-over bed now. Must be the tiredness getting to me."
As he was about to go, Wolfe suddenly tugged on his sleeves.
"Hey... Don't let it get to you so much. I just asked you to stop out of reflex but I..... It's nothing to me---"
"That's exactly what I hate, Wolfe." Leon turned to him again, this time looking infuriated. "This is all nothing to you! Every kiss, every touch, every time we fuck with each other in ways no morally decent person should--- It's all nothing!"
"Do you want it to mean something then?" Wolfe suddenly said softly, looking at him with a strange expression.
Leon felt there's too many emotions there to comprehend. There's nervousness, there's anxiety, and also sadness and a bit of hopefulness.
It's making his brain go haywire trying to decode Wolfe Fang. He's very difficult to understand.
He found himself breathing heavily, blood pumping on his chest like he suddenlyhad arrhythmia.
"You hate me. You said you wanted to get back at me, to destroy me. You're doing a very good job, but please don't go overboard with it and make me fucking lose my mind."
"That's not an answer to my question, Leon Mo." Wolfe frowned. "Do you----"
"I want peace." Leon said, letting him go. "So I'll surrender. You win. Now leave me alone."
"I win what, exactly? Leon, you're not making any sense----"
"I want you. Your body. Your appearance. I lust over you. Are you now satisfied?"
That was the truth, and the only truth Leon would ever admit. It ends there.
He can't let it evolve into something else.
Wolfe was just speechless, looking at him with those big doe eyes. He was wearing those gray contact lenses, but Leon ahd always preferred his natural dark eyes that felt like a blackhole you could fall infinitely into.
"So..... you..... You're not straight anymore?" Wolfe asked.
Leon just sneered. "Congratulations on bending a straight man. Now let me sleep in peace."
But before he could turn around, Wolfe clasped both sides of his face and planted a kiss on his lips. It was long, gentle and more closer to being intimate than sensual.
"I want you that way too." Wolfe whispered. "I don't mind you..... doing things to me....."
With his voice sounding so desperate like that, how can he resist?