Today was shaping out to be a good day. A calm, no problems day for Ranjirou Kiyama. The tall blonde hummed softly to himself as he wandered up the stairs towards the Bey Club, opening the door once he reached the top.
    “No, I’m sick and tired of you trying to tell me what to do!” The irritating sound of Aiger screaming immediately made Ranjirou frown, a sigh passing his lips. Great, so much for a good day.
    “Aiger, I’m trying to help you, not tell you what to do.” Suou tried to reason, trying to defuse the situation before it got out of hand.
    “I don’t need your help! Why would I ever take advice from a weak blader like you?!”
    “N-now hold on-”
    “Say that again, I dare you.”

Fubuki Sumie drew the line there, standing from his seat and taking place beside Suou, his red eyes burning with anger.
    “All Suou is trying to do is help you improve, but you’re being too stubborn and angry to listen!” The club captain spoke angrily, his arms crossed over his chest.
    “His strategies aren’t even good, Fubuki! No wonder he keeps losing!” Aiger yelled angrily, turquoise eyes narrowed in rage. That comment really tipped the scale not just for Fubuki, but Ranjirou as well. In no time, Fubuki’s fist collided with Aiga’s cheek, knocking him back slightly.
    “Fubuki, no!” Suou said, holding him back the best he could. And, when Aiga was about to charge, Ranjirou rushed and grabbed the back of his jacket, pulling him back immediately.
    “Let go Cap’n, I’m gonna fuck him up!” The maroon-haired blader yelled, struggling against the taller male to get away.

Suou and Ranjirou looked at each other with the same look and nodded, the blonde gritting his teeth as he pulled the angry blader in his arm backwards towards the exit. Red and closed golden eyes watched the two disappear out the door, Fubuki finally calming down and taking a breath.
    “Thanks. If you hadn’t held me back, I probably would’ve killed him…” The Forneus blader mumbled, pressing a soft kiss to his partner’s cheek.
    “That’s what I’m here for, Fubuki.” Suou smiled softly, the two sitting down on the bench to collect the calm yet again.

~~~

    “Would you just calm down?! All this anger isn’t going to get you somewhere!” Ranjirou told him in annoyance, struggling to keep his hold on the smaller blader.
    “No! Fubuki and I have unfinished business to handle!” Aiger yelled, fighting in the latter’s hold. The Achilles blader was beyond angry at the moment, his cheek still stinging from when Fubuki punched him which only fueled his anger more. “It’s not fair that he got a punch on me and couldn’t do it back!”
    “It’s because your anger is clouding your thinking! Suou was trying to help you, but you’re too fucking stubborn to take anyone’s advice!”
    “Because I don’t need it!” His fist came back suddenly but Ranjirou caught it, a dark look crossing his brown eyes.
    “I seriously reconsider trying to throw punches at me Aiger…” The blonde growled lowly, holding onto the fist tightly. Aiger growled back and tore his fist away, dealing a swift kick to the back of the other male’s knee and dropping him to the ground in seconds.
    “You never said anything about kicks, Kiyama…” He hissed, staring down at him with fiery turquoise eyes. Ranjirou’s hand came up and grabbed him by the throat suddenly, the gang leader’s eyes burning with his own rage as he stood yet again.

Aiger felt shock and a bit of fear pierce his heart suddenly, the anger in his eyes vanishing as the taller male towered over him. He’s never felt so small towards someone, his hands gripping the wrist of the hand around his throat.
    “H-hey, let’s talk about this…” The Achilles blader said softly, biting his lip when the hand tightened softly.
    “Oh, now you wanna talk? Sure, let’s fucking talk…” Ranjirou growled, lifting him up and throwing him over his shoulder with ease and walking off.
    “W-wait, I thought we were gonna talk!”

~~~

He was slammed onto the ground inside of his tent, grunting in pain as a hand found its way to his throat yet again. Lips collided with his before he had the time to react, the feeling of Ranjirou’s taller body hovering over him causing a deep red blush to burn his cheeks. The kiss was rough and full of want, the maroon-haired blader unsure of how to react as he attempted to push him away. 

Boy how quickly that was shut down.

Ranjirou took hold of his hands and pinned them above his head, forcing his tongue past the other’s lips suddenly. Aiger moaned softly and struggled in the hold, shuddering when the strong hand around his throat tightened slightly.
    “S… S-stop…” He moaned after managing to pull away, attempting to pull his hands away from the tight grip. Ranjirou stared down at him, his eyes holding lust and anger as he leaned down, biting his neck. “C-Cap…”
    “I know you like this feeling… The feeling of someone overpowering you, of someone wanting to tear you apart…” The gang leader mumbled into his neck, tracing his tongue up the side and feeling him shiver.
    “S-so what…? W-what can you do to me…?”
    “More than you can think of…”
    “P-prove it…” Aiger growled, hands curling into fists under the blonde’s grip.

Their lips came together into another rough kiss, Ranjirou taking his hands back to start undoing and tearing off the smaller male’s clothes. Aiger tried his best to help as he put as much of his own force into the makeout, each effectively tearing their clothes off. The smaller was pinned yet again as leather covered his wrists, their naked bodies fitting together like puzzle pieces while the Roktavor blader finished tying his belt around the thinner wrists.
    “That’s gonna teach you to keep your hands to yourself…” The deeper voice growled into his ear, his hot breath touching the flushed skin almost teasingly in a way. Turquoise eyes stared deep into the lust-filled brown challengingly and despite the compromised position Aiger was in, growled back.
    “That’s not going to do anything, Cap…”
    “I’ll make you regret saying that…”
    “Fucking bet…”

~~~

So, perhaps challenging him in his predicament was a terrible idea.

Aiger’s moans were loud and uncovered far into the night, deep bruises covering almost every part of his body and dark red handprints decorating his thighs as well as his ass. Ranjirou was definitely serious with his claims of a punishment, his thrust hard and deep every beat. They had gone three rounds total and by the end of it all, the blonde’s anger had certainly subsided. Their last round of fun was a lot softer than the first two when the belt was finally removed from the maroon-haired male’s wrist, putting a lot more love and passion into the sex.

It is safe to say Ranjirou has his fair share of scratches covering his back, some deep enough that they drew blood. But, after all of the anger and deep as hell emotions were let loose through the night, the two slept in the large sleeping bag together with their naked bodies entangled with one another.

The next morning was when everything came full circle, the tall blonde strolling up to the roof where part of the Bey Club was meeting.
    “And where the hell is Aiger? We still need to talk about what fucking happened yesterday.” Fubuki asked, his arms crossed over his chest as Suou attempted to get him to drop it.
    “Fubuki, it’s not worth it…” The albino’s soft voice told him, a gentle hand on his arm. Ranjirou rolled his eyes, collapsing onto the bench with a breath, a satisfied smirk on his lips.
    “Don’t worry about him Fubuki, he’s not showing up today.” the blonde said, his arms behind his head as he closed his eyes. The Bey Club captain raised an eyebrow, looking at him.
    “Why not?”
    “We’ll just say I talked some sense into him yesterday.”

All eyes on the gang leader and tension filled the air, a few pairs of eyes holding a terrified look.
    “... What did you do?” Suou asked in disbelief, a pale hand covering his mouth in shock.
    “Did you kill him before I had a chance?” Fubuki questioned, his voice dripping in annoyance.
    “No! Seriously? You think I killed him?!” 
    “Yes!” Everyone told him at the same time, offending the blonde blader.
    “Great, thanks for having faith in my communication skills.” Brown eyes rolled and closed again, huffing. “If you must know, he’s passed out in his tent.”
    “And why exactly is he not showing up for training?” Fubuki asked, the red-eyed blonde staring at the other. Ranjirou’s smirk returned, peeking an eye open to look at the other captain.
    “His body is pretty achy from… training late last night.”

The members of the club stared at him yet again but the Roktavor blader just ignored the rest of their questions, thinking back to last night with a deep breath. His back was still a bit sore, but nowhere close to how Aiger was feeling, the smaller blader sleeping the day and all the pain in his body away for the time being~

NightBear15 signing off...