Kurushimu National Park

[prince charmIess]

Being made of tougher stuff was the only think Virgil had going for him in this fight. Being able to take a beating and stay on his feet was the one true advantage he felt he had. Not for the first time in his life, Virgil hardly knew what he was doing. This was the first fight he was having in a long time where he knew he couldn't completely decimate his opponent, couldn't get too rough because the human wouldn't bounce back from an injury within hours because his body couldn't heal even the littlest of wounds quickly. He was surprised when the blow landed. Even with the distraction of the cigarette, he had fully expected Marcel to pull some trick he had been taught in the military to deflect it. Some sense of accomplishment was felt although it was brief. Catching the soldier off guard again wasn't going to be easy. Quickly stepping back, he kept his hands level with his chest in preparation for another attack. His own expression remained stoic in light of the smile spreading across his boyfriend's face. The creepy nature of it unsettled him, a visage that was too familiar with. In the past, it was usually worn by those who wished him harm and he didn't quite know what to think upon witnessing it on his lover. "Sonofahbitch," he swore in frustration as Marcel swung out for his face again, barely managing to jerk an arm up in time to block it. He was ugly enough as it was, he hardly needed the help! The older might be really damn good at resetting and realigning a broken nose by now, but he didn't enjoy it. He grunted as the second blow hit his stomach with another one quickly followingly suit. They caused his breathing to falter and his bulk to waver slightly but otherwise, he held steady. "What were those? Love taps?" Good god, what had possessed him to say that? The lycan was in enough trouble as it was, in too deep to turn back now. Shifting his stance back somewhat, he feinted with his right fist at his face and then swung with his left for the Hispanic's side hard enough to hurt but not so much to fracture bone.

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By Bi Blitz

 

[By Bi Blitz]

Virgil, without even knowing it was getting a glimpse of the old soldier who did awful things. It was only there for so long but he caught a glimpse nonetheless and Marcel was none the wiser to it for as soon as the other man spoke and taunted him the smile vanished and his usual smirk was back. A small chuckle could be heard as Marcel kept his eyes on the others movement to try and predict "What can I..." he would thankfully see through the feint in time and raised his arm to block the punch. It stung like hell and would definitely bruise but he was just getting started right now "..say? I can't help but hold back...don't wanna ruin that handsome mug too much!!" just as he finished speaking Marcel used some momentum to throw Virgil's left arm off to the side as he threw several more punches to Virgil's stomach and chest area as well as trying to weave in a punch to the others jaw for good measure. Releasing all that pent up excitement was exhilarating...well one kind of the excitement at least as he continued his assault on the other man, trying to predict the other man's blows. It was a bit difficult however as the larger man was much quicker than he let on which made the Hispanic's decisions split second. Virgil always went on about how he'd kick his a** but he certainly wasn't giving enough credit it seemed.


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fiendish fujoshi

 

[prince charmIess]

Not ruin his face? Virgil doubted that. It appeared he had lost what little luck he'd had in this spar, his blows failing to hit its mark. Momentum worked against him and set him stumbled back again, the hit to stomach certainly gaining his attention. ********, he was glad he hadn't eaten his entire steak. It hurt more than it had the first time. His hand shot up in the nick of time to catch the one going for his chest, his fingers digging into the slightly smaller hand the best they could. And they squeezed almost painfully so right when its opposite slammed into his jaw. More and more, he was thanking those numbed pain receptors of his. Staying in a fight certainly helped when the pain was reduced by some degree and his recovery time between each blow was almost nothing. Bloodstained teeth were put on display as he bared them and snarled at Marcel just before he spat the bloody saliva right at his face, shoving him back by the hand he'd grabbed. Putting that supernatural speed to use again, the brute was right after him and swung his fist right for the side of that terribly snarky mouth. His other hand quickly followed after, but not as a fist. Rather, he made the attempt to grab him by the throat. His mouth had said one thing while his heart had said another all those times. There was very little belief in his mind that he would be the victor in this.

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By Bi Blitz

 

[By Bi Blitz]

Marcel growled a bit as the other man caught his fist and squeezed it painfully so. No doubt from what he'd seen, if the other man was truly out to hurt him his whole hand would be crushed by now. Thankfully this was just a spar and the other man was putting up a fantastic fight. The other man was almost like a punching bag in a way, the other just took all of the Hispanic's strikes barely flinching when his other fist crashed into his jaw, another testament to what he'd been through before their meeting. Seeing those bloody teeth did surprise him a bit, maybe he should lay off the face a bit more? That stray thought however was gone when the other spit in his face with a good amount of it getting in his eyes "Perra!" he cried out as the Hispanic began to stumble backwards from being shoved. Marcel barely had time to get the bloody spit out of one eye before he felt his the others fist nail him square in the jaw, causing his head to spin for a second. With only half his vision Marcel tried backing away as he wiped his other eye clear of the bloodied spit. Just as he managed to see in time it was too late as the Hispanic saw and felt the others hand clasp around his throat, causing Marcel to let out a squeak as he felt something odd surge through him at that moment. Something that he wasn't sure was normal as he grew a bit hotter all of a sudden. Nonetheless though Marcel would ignore it as he gripped at the fingers for a moment before changing tactics. He plant his feet firmly on the ground before Marcel would reach out and grab onto Virgil's forearm to try and pull the other towards him. And if his plan worked he'd try to use all his strength to try and flip the larger man over him, he'd done it once before and he hoped it would work again, it would give him a huge advantage.


(Translation: Perra! = b***h! )

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[prince charmIess]

Virgil knew the only reason he had even gotten a hit in was because of the low down tactic he'd used, much like before. Fighting dirty was the really the only way he knew how to without getting truly violent with his opponent. He felt some sense of pride when Marcel didn't collapse from the force of his hit and seemed to recover within seconds. Some might find it intimidating, but he was quite happy that he had gotten lucky enough to end up with someone as tough as the other man. Someone who could roll with the punches such as he did. Shock was clear on his face when his fingers actually grasped their target, so much so he almost immediately let go of him. Almost. It was nearly instinctual for him to keep hold on the vital spot no matter what. Any other person, he would have born down and crushed their windpipe though, of course, Marcel had nothing to worry about on that front. He simply held firm and steady even when felt his fingers digging into his forearm. Unfortunately, the werewolf realized too late what was going on to use his own weight against Marcel and his plant own feet. In a moment of blind panic that he might seriously hurt him, he released his neck and didn't try to fight whatever it was the other was trying to pull off. He could stare down the barrel of a loaded gun and feel nothing, but when there was a possibility of mortal risk to the ones he loved, he dissolved into a panicky mess. Virgil found himself being flipped over where he landed on his back, a ragged gasp leaving him as he hit the ground rather hard. Not that he gave himself the luxury of catching his breath. Within a heartbeat, he was rolling over onto his side and scrambling up to his feet. Though, when he was halfway up, he changed his mind and launched himself at the man in a mad rush to try to wrap his arms around his middle and tackle him to the ground.

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By Bi Blitz

 

[By Bi Blitz]

Marcel couldn't say that he was too upset at the dirty and underhanded tactics the other employed. In the end a fight was a fight and you did anything to win, there was no rules when two or more people were fighting. Besides, he had employed his own dirty tactics during their earlier competition in the pond so he couldn't be mad about it. No, he was more upset at himself for falling for the others underhanded tricks twice already within the time span of only a minute or so. The fact that Virgil hesitated and released his grip on the Hispanic's throat made it all the easier for him to throw the other man onto the ground. With a loud roar Marcel threw Virgil down with a loud thud, a small part of him dully noted that Virgil had clearly let him get away with that. Marcel was stronger than most people, however he wasn't built for heavy lifting and it took all the strength he had to pull that off. In that time the other had probably feared seriously injuring the Hispanic, while he appreciated the sentiment the small part of his pride felt like Virgil was treating him like he was made of glass. The thought was barely in his head for a split second he saw Virgil roll over and scramble back up, ready for round two. When the other man dove for Marcel he knew he couldn't let that happen, if Virgil was able to grapple him and wrestle him to the ground then he was done. By that point it wouldn't matter how skilled or quick the Hispanic was, he couldn't overpower Virgil with brawn alone, it was a fools errand. Marcel would do his best to try and dodge the other man, however the close proximity made it difficult for him to move too far before the other was almost on top of him. So instead the Veteran would put his elbow out and rammed himself into Virgil's direction, maybe he could possibly nail him in the temple and knock him out cold. Or at the very least shock the other man with the counter attack so he could back up and get some space when he was recovering so he couldn't grapple him as easily.


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fiendish fujoshi

 

[prince charmIess]

Out of nowhere, his vision swam and darkened with little stars as something hard collided with the top side of his head seconds before he hit his mark. Virgil flattered with the blow. Rather than slamming into him as he'd planned, he gracelessly dropped to his knees and more or less faceplanted to the shorter's man abdomen. He realized too late that he still needed to grab onto his target, his hands making a desperate bid for purchase on his body only to end up empty when Marcel moving back away from him. Bracing a palm against the ground was the only thing that kept him from completely dropping down fully. Running his tongue over the edges of his upper row of teeth, his golden gaze locked in on him through strands of dark hair that had fallen into his face as he pushed himself to his feet. He wanted to bite Marcel so badly he could taste it. The fact he wanted to sink his teeth into some Spanish meat should have sent warning bells off in his head, but it didn't. He'd been bloodied enough so far it only seemed fair to him. Letting go of his neck and allowing his companion to get one over on him had been such a foolish thing to do. A mistake a pup would make when they were first learning to hunt, something he didn't plan on doing again. Stop being so nice to him. Quickly moving to the left in a feint, Virgil shot for his left with another one of those blink-and-you'll-miss-it tactics of him. This time when he tried to hit him, he aimed for his liver hard enough to hurt but not enough to cause any internal injury.

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By Bi Blitz

 

[By Bi Blitz]

Marcel was pleased to see his plan had worked as Virgil struggled with basic functions for a moment as the Hispanic made quick on his plan and put a good several feet between them in order to gather his bearings. One thing that Marcel noted was that Virgil just at his blows like it was nothing, at first he thought it was a bit funny to call him a punching bag but now this was becoming more and more of a nuisance. What should have knocked out cold any other man or woman was barely disorienting for Virgil but he supposed that this was what he was asking for. A real challenge. An easy grin rested on his face as he thought of a plan on how to get Virgil down long enough to get him to submit. However when he saw those golds suddenly lock onto him through the others hair Marcel froze as he gazed back. The other man looked like a genuine wild animal for a split second there and it caught Marcel off guard for a moment. It was both terrifying and...admittingly a bit arousing to see Virgil's handsome face look like he wanted blood. Was that twisted of him? There was no time for him to mull over his strange kinks as Virgil was suddenly on the move again, snapping Marcel out of his trance as he put his guard up to defend himself. As usual the larger man was fast and the Spanish man was trying his best to keep his eyes on the others stance to see what he was going for. A feint or a direct blow? He only had a moment to decide and would try to block the blow coming, however the feint worked and Marcel felt an excruciating pain shoot up his side "Arrhhg!" he gasped out, Virgil's speed was in bursts and only left Marcel with split second decision making. He'd never been in a fight like this before and a small part of him realized that if Virgil was able to do this to him while holding back, what was stopping any other paranormal creature from actually killing him? The thought caused Marcel's dark eyes to lock onto Virgil's as he glared right back at the other man and fought through the pain surging through his body. He'd done this before and he'll do it again! Marcel Velazquez would not allow himself to be a victim of anything or anyone! The Hispanic man would reach out and try grabbing onto Virgil's shoulder so he couldn't escape or back out in any way before Marcel would try to aim a direct shot to the other man's solar plexus to try and return the others earlier blow.


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[prince charmIess]

It was only his stoicism that was keeping the truth from his adversary. Virgil could feel himself beginning to fade despite the short amount of time they had been sparring. Those short bursts of unnatural speed weren't meant to be heavily relied on and he was burning through his energy rather fast. Normally, he would be able to endure and last for a disturbing amount of time if he had held off but he hadn't. He knew he needed to end this soon before his slim chance of winning dropped to absolutely nothing. For once in his life, the gasped out sound of pain hardly brought him any sort of pleasure and any sense of accomplishment was outweighed by guilt. Marcel might be able to handle pain, but that didn't mean he really liked making him feel it. If they shared their thoughts on the matter, he would be able to relate with the other man although he hardly thought his tolerance was a nuisance. Hitting the liver was a great way to send someone to the ground, but it didn't completely surprise him when he remained standing. No matter what his smart a** mouth said, he always took the veteran seriously whenever they spoke of their combat experience. The hand planting itself on his shoulder had him grabbing on the bicep it belonged to, fingers clutching down with a bruising grip. If one thing was to be learned from this, it was that the older man didn't shrink away from possible pain nor did it seem he would stop going until he physically couldn't.

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By Bi Blitz

[By Bi Blitz]

That Liver shot was just sheer agony at the moment, Marcel was able to grit his teeth through the pain but it was still ******** awful. It was a good technique and a solid way to incapacitate someone through sheer pain alone, but thankfully...or not...he was used to agonizing blows. He'd experienced things just as bad and if not worse than that blow, although no doubt that if Virgil had hit any harder he'd need to be rushed to the Hospital for liver damage. So he was thankful for once the other man was so good at holding back. When the older man bent over and grabbed onto him for support Marcel though he'd won and was about to celebrate. However that vice like grip on his wrist didn't waver and it was then that Marcel realized that he was in trouble. He tugged and pulled to try and get away from Virgil but it was all for naught as the werewolf looked up at him to show that wild look once more. It was even more terrifying up close, especially when it was directed at him. Marcel struggled against Virgil as the other man pulled him in and without warning his eyes widened when Virgil opened his mouth and bit down on the Hispanic's neck. Hard. It was a shock to him and Marcel grew slack as he all but shivered by the feeling. A low groan escaped his lips as Marcel wrapped his free arm around Virgil and tangled his fingers in the others hair and held the other down lightly as he wantonly pressed himself into Virgil. Suddenly all those issues came right back up and Marcel would not allow the other man to go as his breathing was shallowed. The pain of Virgil's blows combined with the sensations he was feeling was almost too much for the younger man to take at the moment.


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[prince charmIess]

Having his prey struggle only fed the desire for blood and to claim what was his even more. If this heady rush was what vampires felt when fed then he couldn’t really blame them for their blood lust. It was quite an addictive rush and he didn’t even need blood to sustain himself. The groan had him biting down slightly harder in response to the groan, his arm slipping around his waist to help support him and press him little more against his body while he kept holding on his wrist. If Virgil wasn’t so occupied, and wanted to risk getting punched again, he would have teased the battle-hardened man about swooning like some maiden in a penny dreadful. He slowly stopped biting down on him and licked away the blood trickling from the small puncture marks he’d left behind. His breathing was already on the heavy side thanks to being nailed in the solar plexus, but the situation wasn’t helping him any. But at least he was spared from the usual shot of arousal that having his hair messed brought. It was still there, of course, but it wasn’t nearly as maddening as it normally was. ”Still full of piss an’ vinegar, Lieutenant?” he murmured against his skin, wondering if he still had it in him to continue the fight. A part of him couldn’t believe he was even giving him the chance to come back on top. He had the man right where he wanted him and here he was, offering let him go and get back to it. Virgil slowly started to kiss his way along Marcel’s neck, all lips and tongue, as his fingers dipped below the waistband of his shorts.

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By Bi Blitz

 

[Ksiezniczka_Jesien]

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Genkawolf

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Ritsuka

Ritsuka felt around the cloths at the same time he heard Sato moving making him wonder if the other was getting uncomfortable or was he trying to get away from him.Slowly he pulled his hand away once he was done with the cloths and looked in the direction of the other's voice, "Those are my cloths, the touch and the feel of the material are the ones that belong to me. And patients I will always have since no one else gave it to me, I want to give it back to people""he spoke moving to take the cloths and hold them so that way the other wouldn't be forced to do everything for him.

 

[Genkawolf]

"Excellent" Sato exclaimed smiling and let go of the other's hand. He glances around while Ritsuka gets out the clothes from the hole. "He sounds too good for the world" he thought. "I think I've pretty much worked up an appetite. How about you?" he asked him.

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Ksiezniczka_Jesien

 

[prince charmIess]

Virgil could only laugh when he threatened to remind him of who he was. As if he could ever forget who the man he was dating was or what he was capable of. It seemed to him that Marcel had enjoyed himself if he was hinting around at being "punished" again. A strange warmth blossomed over the idea he had managed to actually bring the one he loved that sort of world shattering bliss. It was enough to keep his more sinful emotions at bay while he employed his cleaning services. Almost. The way his body responded to his ministrations had a way of getting under his skin despite his best efforts to ignore them. Virgil beamed up at him once he was done and those lovely brown eyes fixed with his a glare. "Ya call that tryin'?" Obviously, he wouldn't have stopped so soon if he'd really wanted a second chance. It would be lying to say that the idea hadn't crossed his mind and an even bigger one to say there wasn't some part of him wasn't still thinking about it. But the lycan was just going to have to satisfy the urge with his cigarette. The cherry brightened to life as he took a harder pull on it, his lungs filling with the harsh smoke. He let out a groan of contentment as he tilted his head back and slowly exhaling the smoke as he did. He handed it over to Marcel upon request. "Best one you'll ever have," he lightly joked as he laid back in the grass and folded his hands behind his head. There were a few things he knew he should probably go ahead and take care of, like checking on the fire, but right at that moment he didn't want to move. His legs still felt like Jell-O and the rest of his body was slowly letting its other complaints be known now the after-glow and adrenaline were fading. It had been a long time since he had gotten into a fight with someone who could actually hold their own against him, much less actually cause him to feel any amount of pain. "Man, I'm gettin' old," he grumbled out at the realization muscle fatigue was apparently something his kind could actually feel.

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By Bi Blitz

 

[By Bi Blitz]

By that point Marcel would pout a bit when the other man more or less teased him a little bit. It certainly did to him! But nonetheless the Hispanic straightened himself up and let out a sigh of contentment before taking the cigarette from the other man and taking a single deep puff before letting out a groan himself "No ******** kidding, best one ever.." even then however Marcel handed it back to Virgil after a single puff and blew the smoke into the air. The Veteran didn't smoke often, mostly because unlike his lover the Hispanic's lungs wouldn't heal back the damage done to them and he prided himself on his high endurance and strong lungs. Smoking would ruin one of his best qualities. Marcel would force himself to stand on uneven legs and strolled to the cooler in the back to get a drink before pausing at the covered plate and smirked a bit. He'd instead grab the plate and sit himself down in the grass next to Virgil and uncovered it before picking up a piece of the bloody, lukewarm cut of steak "Old? Then maybe you'd like me to feed you?" he held the piece of meat tantilizingly close to his mouth before pulling it back a bit "Or would that damage your pride?" Marcel couldn't help but tease the other man a bit before lowering the steak back down to the other man's lips and gave a fond smile. This was one of those moments where Marcel wanted to tell the other man how much he adored him and cared for him. However he couldn't figure out the words to express himself so instead the Hispanic showed it through his actions as he had a bit of a fond smile on his face as he looked down at his lover. Never mind the dull pain that still wracked his body. That was a good fight and he could say that not many people ever gave the Veteran a run for his money like the Werewolf had. Honestly the fact that Virgil got a hold of his arm in the final moments of their fight was when Marcel knew he'd lose so his pride was a bit thankful the other man bit down on his neck since it lead to something much better. His free hand would meanwhile reach up and brush against the bite mark on his neck, one more to accompany the others he gave him. This one though was blatantly much more visible than the others, right where the neck met his shoulder, hopefully he could find a shirt that could cover it up. There was no way he was going to explain to anyone that his boyfriend bit him during a sparring session.


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