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Raging Passion

In the previous round, Michinaga was hit with… something, from a Jyamato. Still unsure exactly what. It was some sort of powder? But it seemed to have left no effect.

Ace however— he’s been in the DGP long enough to know what happened. This isn’t his first time encountering that sort of Jyamato, after all.

It was just them in the salon of the Desire Temple. One thing lead to another. Ace made a remark, Michinaga got pissed. Grabbing his uniform’s collar in a rage. Before he even knew it the two stumbled their way into that closed off corner with the bed.

Ace smirked, taking note of the flush beginning to form on Michinaga’s face. It looks like the show was about to begin.

That damned smirk made him grit his teeth, “Stop with that damn look.” Slamming Ace into the wall, incredibly close to punching the bastard’s face in.

“It’s beginning to take effect.” He spoke coolly, which just pissed off Michigana even more.

“What the hell are you going on about?”

Sliding his arms around Michinaga’s neck, “You got hit with something by a Jyamato in the last round right?” Learning in close, “It was an aphrodisiac, in case you were wondering.”

As Michinaga’s body heated up he pushed Ace harder against the wall, “Don’t fucking joke with me, Geats.”

“Believe me or not, it won’t change anything.” Ace then proceeded to kiss him.

It pissed Michinaga off so much, how he could feel that bastard’s smirk in that kiss. He wanted to push him away, but despite his best efforts he couldn’t. Almost like his body wanted this. Biting on Ace’s lip, left even more aggravated by the moan he made from it.

As he felt such intense anger— he could feel arousal blazing up inside at the same time.

Carding his hands through Michigana’s hair, “You can do more than that can’t you?”

“Bastard…” His body began to act on its own, biting into Ace’s neck as he ground up against him.

Before he could even process it, their places had been swapped. Now Ace was pushing him against the wall. Then kissing him once again, this time sliding his tongue in. Grinding on Michigana as he did to him.

As much as it angered him, now he was unable to stop. His body was craving even more of all this. Kissing back as he gripped Ace’s hair. Hooking his leg around Ace, pulling each other closer together as they kissed.

When they stopped for air Michigana bit him again, then began to tear off his uniform. Ace couldn’t hold back that fox-like smirk of his. Biting back, before proceeding to take off Michigana’s own uniform.

The pair then fumbled their way to the bed. Unable to keep their hands off each other the entire time. Ace slid his hand onto Michigana’s cock, a self satisfied look making its way onto his face hearing the moan that left those lips.

Oh, this will be fun.

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