Okay. Okay so not only is this late, but. But I'm just trash. So like, two posts ago, I wrote a Neat thing. A little drabble. Well in that small amount of time between then and now, I kinda started shipping Neat hard. And by hard, I mean really fucking hard. I wrote smut for it. I am so sorry. I'll put it under a cut. (U////////////U)
I slashed at Nate, anger bubbling up in my stomach. “You fucking bastard!” I shouted, throwing my knives at him. He dodged one, but the other caught in on his shoulder, making a shallow cut. I grinned as he glanced down at the cut, and then he drew his sword.
“So that’s how it’s going to be.” He said, looking back up at me, his icy blue eyes narrowed. I smirked, and flicked my wrists, both knives returning to my hands. He ran forward, slamming his blade down, but I moved quickly, stepping away, and shoved the hilt of my knife into his side, pushing him away from me. Before he could react, I spun, throwing my heel into his back, and he fell. “Ugh!” I laughed, watching him push himself up off the ground, brush himself off. He glared at me, fury making his mouth curve into a snarl. “How dare you.” He hissed. He raised two fingers to his temple but I knew what he was going to do.
“Stop.” My eyes glowed red and I saw small Xs over his pupils, before they disappeared. Suddenly, his hand stopped, two inches from his head. He looked confused. I grinned. Oh lord, this is gonna be fun. I stepped to him, letting my knives retract back into my sleeves, and then I was in front of him. We were eye level with each other, so when our eyes met, I could almost feel the tension, the sparks.
“What did you do to me, Holmes.” He spat, venom lacing his voice. I laughed, putting my hands on my hips.
“Well it’s obvious, isn't it? I made you stop. I didn't want you to shuffle through my mind. So I shuffled through yours.” I leaned towards him. “How does it feel, not being able to do anything? To be completely out of control?” I flicked his nose. He growled, his eyes not leaving mine. “Let me go.” I shrugged, draping my arms over his shoulders. I moved his arm down to his side though, so that it wasn’t in the way. I looked at him.
“Now why would I want to do that? It’s more fun when you’re stuck there.” I leaned forward, our noses barely brushing. “And admit it, Jones, you like that I’m in control.” I whispered. He fell quiet, just for a moment, staring at me. I saw a slight blush rise on his cheeks.
“Let me go.” He repeated finally, his voice tight. I raised my eyebrows, but didn’t move, my arms still wrapped loosely around his neck, my breath tickling his face. I smiled, my eyes glinting. “What’s the magic word, Nate?” I asked, fiddling with the tips of his hair. He closed his eyes, his teeth gritting together.
“Please let me go.” He hissed, and I could tell how embarrassed he was. I grinned, and let my hand slide off his shoulders, down his sides. I didn’t move away. He opened his eyes, and I met his stare. “You’re free to move.” His eyes flashed red for a moment, and then I felt his arms wrap tightly around my waist, pulling me closer, and I pressed into him.
“I hate you.” He growled, before kissing me, hard. I let my eyes close, and I kissed him back, letting my hands get tangled into his hair. I tilted my head, deepening the kiss, before slipping my tongue into his mouth. He grunted slightly, and shifted both of us, pushing me into a wall. He moved his hands so that they were right on my hips, and I let him slip his hands under my shirt. They trailed along my skin, almost as if he was afraid to hurt me if he pressed too hard. I rolled my hips into his, pulling another grunt from him. He pushed my shirt a bit higher, and I felt him undo my bra. I smirked, letting it fall, and felt my back arch slightly when he trailed his fingers over my breasts.
I couldn’t let him overpower me. No. This was my game to play. I pulled myself away from him slightly, and while he looked down at me, dazed slightly, I turned us around, and pushed him into the wall. I looked at him, raised an eyebrow. He glared slightly, but before he could say anything, give me a snarky comment, I ducked my head, and grazed my teeth across his throat. I felt him shiver, his arms wrapped loosely around my waist. “Mmh.” I smiled as he tried to bite back a moan. I continued to barely graze his skin, teasing him, before finally kissing his neck, and then biting it.
This time, he couldn’t hold back a small whine, and I felt him press into me. I bit down harder, then sucked. “F-Fuck...” He muttered, realizing that the tables had turned, and that I was in control. And he wasn’t even going to fight back. I kept biting and sucking, making different sized bruises along his neck, and then his shoulder, and then his collarbone. I reached down, and hooked my thumb into his pants, before quietly undoing his belt and hearing his pants hit the ground. I glanced down, seeing a tent in his boxers. There was already a bit of a dark stain.
“Wow, eager, aren’t you? Guessing Mister Soldier Boy doesn’t get a lot of time to have fun, hm?” I said, looking back up at him. “Tell me, Nate, just how badly do you want to fuck m–?” I was cut off when he angrily kissed me again, pushing my mouth open with his, and then his tongue was in my mouth. I tried to keep up but I was starting to struggle, and it was like he was fucking my mouth with his tongue, and I was overwhelmed, dazed. He pulled back and I found myself on the wall again, a trail of saliva connecting between our tongues. He smirked, licked his lips.
“I have some experience.” He said, his voice low. I realized he was pressing into me, rubbing against my thighs, trying to get friction. I pulled away, before pulling my pants down, and then we were both pantless, our hair messes, our minds fuzzy, our shirts wrinkled. We looked at each other for a long moment, just examined each other’s body, almost as if we were memorizing it. I watched as his shirt stuck to his chest showing just how fit he was. The trail of hickeys I left on his skin. His large package, the precum staining his boxers. How messed up his hair was. When our eyes met again, I saw the lust in his usually sharp blue eyes, and then grinned.
“I hate you.” I breathed, and then both of us were pulling our underwear off.
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