Taking back Sunday

Law could only snort at the man, laughing in Dallas's face. "And I wish you would stop saying that shit like its going to make a difference. I do what I want." He didn't bother though, his attention stolen by the feel of fangs on his body.  He watched, mesmerized as the man made his way down. His body was riddled with tattoos, the center piece being a large blue marking on Law's chest, curling into a heart by his collar bone.  In the middle, the words were inscribed "Do not resuscitate."  Further south, if you follow the trail of hair leading down the mans naval, inked in shiny black, the scripted writing read "Lucky you." And there were others, but many of them seemed to be marred by scars, some rendered unintelligible. Law lifted himself on his elbows to get a better view. He couldn't deny the pleasure Dallas's fangs brought him, his fingers itching to touch the man, yet he couldn't find it in himself to interrupt.

"You think a lot of yourself, don't you?" Dallas could only snicker as a claw trailed over the words "lucky you" near the man's groin. Still though, he continued, slipping Law out of his boxers and letting his fingers curl around his erection. He squeezed not tight enough to hurt but tight enough to remind the man that he was still in control.

"Used too." Law had his mouth open to continue, but anything he had been going to say left him as Dallas's fingers closed around his manhood. The man's hips rolled, a sharp gasp leaving him.  No one had touched him since Eustass, he had almost forgotten what it felt like. Law reached out with one hand, raking his claws slowly down the bicep of the arm holding his erection. He couldn't form words, the only noises leaving him sounding like a whining growl.

"You're easy to please." Dallas smirked as he trailed his fist up and down the man's member. Honestly, he was unsure of how to go about this. The way they were going, he just wanted to take the man right now but even he was not that selfish in bed. He had to make sure it was what Law wanted as well even if he hated the man.

"You piss me off."  Law snarled softly, his claws sinking into the flesh of Dallas's shoulders as he jerked the man forward into a lip splitting kiss. "You are fucking slow. Fondling my dick is nice and all, but if I wanted that I could get it anywhere."  The man stole another kiss, hands keeping Dallas pressed flush against him. "I fucking want more from this shit. Now."

"I was trying to take it easy on you." Dallas grunted as his claws sank into Law's hips. "But if you want it fast than you better be fucking ready." He shoved his knee in between Law's thighs, nudging his legs apart and aligning himself with the man's entrance.

"I think we both know I could kick your ass, you don;t have to take it easy on me."  Law was more than willing, his eyes glowing in the dark of the room.  His body was on fire in a way he couldn't put into words, it almost hurt, but more than that it made him feel the need to pull Dallas into him. Hard and fast.  He wanted Dallas as close as possible, and then some. He understood there was nothing between them.  He still disliked Dallas, or so he said. This was just a way to find release, and Law was almost desperate for it by now.

"If you could kick my ass, how come you're the one about to take it up the ass?" Dallas was the one who gave a grin this time, though unlike Law's, his was straight, almost perfectly so as he thrust his hips forward, entering Law without hesitation.

Law braced himself as the man entered him, his claw digging into the flesh of Dallas's shoulders. He took deep breaths while trying to adjust himself around the man, watching as blood slowly trickled drown from the incisions his claws had made. It was calming, and he found himself resting his chin against the Dallas's shoulder, shuddering at the foreign feeling of being penetrated. "You know if I didn't want this, your ass wouldn't be here, oui." Law wiggled his hips, the movement eliciting a low growl from the back of his throat.

"For being such a bitch you're not too bad." Dallas grunted softly at the feel of Law's tight walls around his erection. He roughly swooped in for another lip bruising kiss then, hands gripping the man's hips tight.

Law was smiling into the kiss, unsure why Dallas's words pleased him so much, but unwilling to think about it.  He balanced himself on the mans shoulders, taking a moment to nip at Dallas's bottom lip, tongue lapping at blood. Slowly he pushed his hips forward, until only the head of Dallas's erection was inside of him before rolling back down, walls completely engulfing the man.

"Fuck." Dallas let out a growl as he began to take control of the situation himself. Law had wanted it fast so that was how he'd get it. Dallas picked up his pace, hips shifting back and forth as he bit down on the man's collar bone hard.

Law tensed at the pain in his collar, groaning as Dallas rocked them.  Together the pain and pleasure had him unsure if this was even real.  For all he knew at this point, he had succumbed to lack of sleep and his dreams were other worldly. The man wanted to say something cocky, something taunting, but he couldn't even remember his name. He remembered Dallas though, the man was the only thing he had to cling on to.

Dallas, although he'd been with Ajax quite a few times lately, had not felt a connection this strong in quite some time. He refused to acknowledge that he and Law felt... right somehow. He passed it off to the alcohol he had consumed earlier although it had definitely worn off by now. His soft grunts and growls, along with Law's groans filled the room as they fucked. Yes, that was all it was, fucking. Or at least that's what Dallas tried to tell himself. They were just taking out all their bottled up frustrations in a way other than fighting.

Law would be concerned about the connection he felt later, when his blood wasn't pumping and the silence was back, but for now he didnt want anything taking away from this moment with Dallas. He savored in the taste of the mans blood on his tongue, the feeling of Dallas moving inside of him.  Nothing could be heard over the mans heartbeat, and Law found he was okay with that. It wasn't the same as Eustass's had been, but it was still welcomed because it was the only thing that drown out the silence.

Dallas found that he pressed Law closer to him the nearer he got to his release. He found that he enjoyed sucking on the flesh of the man's neck, leaving love bites all around and only wanting to leave more. He wanted to mark Law for some reason. He didn't know why but he didn't want to. He was determined not to think too much into this. It was only sex.

Law was the first to find his release, coming hard and fast, bracing himself by sinking his fangs into Dallas's collar. His body tensed as he rode his orgasm out, having to hide his face in the crook of the mans shoulder to refrain from saying his name. He had always thought if this were to happen, he would be picturing Eustass instead of Dallas.  The two were so alike....Yet it never happened.  Eustass hadn't even crossed his mind while Dallas had been touching him, leaving those hickies all up and down his neck and torso.

Once Law came, Dallas couldn't hold back much longer. He was done within several thrusts, capturing Law's lips once more as he released inside of him, claws sinking into the man's hips.
He collapsed after he had finished riding out his orgasm, finding himself laying on the mattress beside the man, staring up at the ceiling and panting softly.

Law stared over at Dallas, watching the mans chest rising and falling as he tried to catch his breath.  Slowly he was coming down from the high Dallas had educed, and he found that guilt was already setting in on him. This was wrong, he knew it was wrong, but it had felt right, and that was a problem.He was supposed to be hating this man still, but looking over at Dallas now...Law couldn't bring himself to hate.  Hell, he was struggling to find dislike. 
With a tired a tired sigh, Law tore his gaze away from the man in order to flip onto his side.
"You should go now, oui."

Dallas almost got offended at being told to leave before he realized Law was right. He should go.
"Don't have to tell me twice." He grunted as he stood, grabbing his boxers from their discarded spot on the floor.
As he walked out of the room and back down the hall to his own, Vince's heartbeat was already back in his ears. The relief had been nice, he decided, but of course, it was only temporary.

The hit him like a ton of bricks as soon as Dallas had gone.  He found himself listening for the mans heartbeat, following him all the way back to his room before he gave up, allowing the raging silence to consume him.  There would be no sleep, there never was, and now the music was gone, too.  The man shrugged it off though, pressing his pillow over his head in an attempt to block it all out. He couldn't live like this anymore.  Maybe what he did with the man was wrong, but he needed something to sustain him, anything, and if that happened to be Dallas then so be it.

Dallas found that sleep was hard for him as well once he got back to his room even though Law's music was no longer playing. All he seemed to be able to do was think of what the two of them had just done and what it could mean.
While he determined that he had definitely enjoyed it, he wasn't sure if he was okay with the fact that he wanted to do it again. Soon.

Every night since then, Law made sure to keep his music cranked extra loud, anything to start a fight with Dallas that lead to intimacy afterwards. If anything it only continued to get better, and despite how reluctant he was, he had started actually finding things about Dallas he liked. Sometimes, those thoughts of the man were enough to block even the silence. Soon he couldn't deny it anymore, not when the sight of Ajax slipping into the mans room bothered him in the way it did. It wasn't just Ajax either, Dallas didn't seem too picky about who he brought home, and it was driving Law crazy. He had done everything he could to ignore it, leaving the home, going to smoke, nothing worked. He was running out of ideas.

Things got to the point where Dallas knew Law was doing these things just to piss him off. But still, when the music got too loud Dallas would storm down to the man's room again and things would go just like that night, ending with Dallas leaving the room without so much as a goodbye.
The sex was great and it drowned out Vince's heart beating in his ears loud as ever. But unfortunately, he was too stubborn to just go in there and ask Law for sex whenever he wanted it. So he took to getting it elsewhere. And sometimes even Ajax wasn't available enough. Luckily, finding new people was never that hard for Dallas. Even he knew he was good looking and could charm the pants off of anyone. Tonight it was a slim blonde woman with large breasts and an even bigger mouth. She was loud enough for the house full of wolves to easily hear but that meant she was also loud enough to drown out Vince's heart and so he could not care any less.

Law let out a frustrated growl as he threw his second emptied pack of marboro reds into the trash, cursing Dallas to hell as his lungs burned. They weren't the only part of him on fire though, with every cry the women made he felt another part of himself burst into flames. He couldn't figure out what to do, even though he had spent many sleepless nights trying to come up with a solution. By now Law had given up hope on hating Dallas, and even more so, he was coming to the conclusion that he needed the man. The problem being that he was certain his feelings were one sided. Dallas never seemed to notice the difference between him and whoever else the man happened to have over. Law had been going to let it go, maybe leave for a while when he heard the women shriek again. Something inside of him snapped, and before he coukd consider the consequences he was storming up the stairs, on his way to Dallas's room