Territorial Pissings

Title: Territorial Pissings
Chapter: 02
Author: Merci
Pairing: Giovanni/Badou
Chapter Rating: NC17
Source: Dogs: Bullets & Carnage
Summary: Giovanni’s curiosity pushes him forward to visit Badou again, seeking him out at his apartment. He can sense something in the redhead that keeps pulling him in. He can’t put his finger on what it is, but he wants more.

Warnings: Slashfic (Slash-fik) n. A fictitious story which contains sexual relations between two or more men. Violence, blood, swearing, hardcore sex, non-consensual sex

Notes: I’m irritated that “ferally” isn’t a real word… why is that? It would work so perfect in this fandom… also, spellcheck doesn’t like “unconsensual” which is fucked up.

I also wanted to mention that this entire series (well, both chapters) were inspired by 2013's art of these two found here (a href="http://yaoi.y-gallery.net/view/327812/) or here (http://2013.deviantart.com/art/giovanni-badou-63535518). Now that I know she doesn’t mind me saying it, I’ll gladly say it. I looked at that picture and thought, “OMG, I don’t think they’ve even SEEN each other, have they? What… would they have to say to each other?” I also thought the way she did Giovanni’s scars was really sexy.

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Chapter 02

The people instinctively moved out of his way, giving Giovanni a wide berth as his white coat flapped out behind him. They moved in the opposite direction, across or even diagonal, but never parallel to the blonde. None of them preceded or followed him to his destination. None of them had a reason to visit the old apartment building that late at night, travelling up to the eighth floor to visit the man with red hair who stank of cigarettes, sweat and gunpowder.

The blonde man especially liked the latter; his canines glinted in the shady light of the hall lights. The could not help become aroused at the scent of violence. Carnage thick with blood made for a heady, irresistible aroma and yet, it was the stink of tobacco that really got him going. Especially the unique herbal blend of whatever cheap brand Badou puffed into his lungs. Imported and rancid - nobody else smoked them - though it seemed that the redhead was keeping them in business all on his own.

Giovanni paused before the door, his white coat pulled back as he casually dug a hand into his pocket. What to do? What was he doing? Paying a visit to Badou in his own home? Giovanni choked back a laugh. Wasn’t it pathetic? He just needed to dig his fingers into the other man again. The taste of cigarettes was still fresh in his mind and he had run into Haine that day. The albino hadn't said anything about his redheaded partner – the damn guy hadn't even come up – but Giovanni felt the need to mark his territory a bit more firmly. The territorial pissings and all that shit that dogs got into. Damnit, a little bloodshed got his blood pumping, and Haine had only teased him.

With the taste of blood and bullets still fresh in his mind, Giovanni tried the door to the apartment. It swung freely and the blonde eyed the effectless barrier as it creaked on its hinges, his gaze flicking to the man standing in the doorway. Badou had stopped in his tracks, his hand frozen in the air after turning the doorknob. He stared, unblinking with his cigarette hanging from his lips, loosely trailing smoke up the side of his face. Giovanni eyed the black leather jacket that hung off his shoulders, open wide and exposing the blue-black shirt he wore.

Going out this late? The blonde had other plans. He moved quickly, taking the other man off-guard and shoving him back into the apartment and stepping in afterwards. He shut the door behind him and locked it with and audible click before looking back to the redhead.

Badou had fallen back against the kitchen wall, but didn’t stay there as he sprang back to his feet, gun at hand and pointed at the man in white.

Giovanni grinned, feeling his adrenaline surge through his body.

"The fuck are you doing here?" Badou choked on his smoke through a delightful grimace.

Giovanni wasted no time and was on him in a second, feeling his body delighting in the way the redhead struggled, shoving him back and wrenching free. It was amusing how Badou tried to fight back, clenching his fist and firing it out in attempt to make the blonde stop. He recoiled from the hit that glanced off his jaw, tasting blood from a busted tooth – he was sure – and then turned back to face the redhead, grinning as he met the barrel of his gun.

Oh, fuck, that gunpowder.

There was a moment of silence, a pause, and then Giovanni reached out, casually bypassing the steel weapon and stretching his fingers out to push aside the lapel of the black leather jacket. He rested his fingertips just below the collar of Badou’s blue-black shirt, feeling the heart beneath pounding fiercely. Badou’s single, aqua eye was watching him, frowning in distrust when Giovanni leaned closer, moving forward and pressing the barrel of that gun right to his cheek. He hated head wounds, but fuck, the expression in that sea-blue eye was priceless. He opened his mouth, his breath tinged with lust as he breathed, “Pull it.” Badou shuddered and there was an explosion of sound and pain.

Giovanni bowed his head, his mind assessing the damage; a grazing wound, maybe some bone. He tightened his grip on the redhead’s collar and slumped forward. The pain splashed through his conscience like paint exploding on a wall in wet rivulets of white-pain and smoke. It might have killed him, but the gears began to churn within him, reconstructing and assembling the broken parts.

The blonde surged forward, planting a knee between the redhead’s thighs and pressing his body firmly along the smoker’s torso. He could still hear out of one ear – the one that wasn’t busy healing. “What the hell are you?!” a couple more shots missed their mark and Giovanni batted the firearm away. It clattered to the floor with a sharp sound that seemed to trigger silence from everything else in the apartment. Giovanni pressed Badou tightly against the wall, feeling the other man’s struggles dying as he removed his white, bug-eyed sunglasses from their perch on his nose. Once the red-tinted lenses had been removed, Giovanni watched with clear eyes as that exotically blue orb regarded him with some recognition that bordered on horror. “What are you…?”

“A monster of sorts… perhaps?” Giovanni grinned at the fear that surrounded the aqua eye. “But maybe I’m just a stray dog. Shall I bark for you?” Giovanni pressed forward, feeling Badou’s hands press against his shoulders, trying to hold him back. He could smell the heat pouring off the other man. “Woof…” It lacked the musk of arousal, but the white dog understood how easily that heat could change to become so. And first, they would play.

That fist struck him again and he loosened his grip a fraction. He allowed Badou to push him away and stumble back into the apartment. Giovanni followed, removing his jacket stained with a vicious splash of blood and draped it over the back of a chair. He could take his time. Just like the first time they had met. Badou, however, was anxious, angry, and definitely violent as he threw out punch after punch, his red hair flying out behind him.

Giovanni dodged the attack, his blonde hair staying perfect along his jaw, cut severe above his scarred eyes. He drove a fist towards Badou, surprised when the other man dodged as well.

The surprise must have shown because it drew a cocky smirk to the smoker’s lips. “I told ya I don’t swing that way. Why don’t you bug Haine if you wanna fuck around?”

“You seem capable of entertaining me,” Giovanni pressed forward, hunching his shoulders in this game of dominance.

“Wait…” Badou seemed to realize something. “C’mon, just… let me have a smoke.” A stall tactic and he tried to get away, ducking under a well-aimed punch, only to be caught up in Giovanni’s other hand. “Shit…”

The blonde sneered, wrenching the other man up and tightening his grip in the blue shirt. That smell in his nose was growing musky. He shoved Badou back against the wall, the redhead half-bounced against the dusty plaster. His hands flew up in a call for truce. Giovanni moved in close, letting the redhead try to push him away. He felt those fingers curling in his pinstripe shirt and moved his own hands in, fingering the lapels of the leather jacket. Badou made a sound in the back of his throat as he pushed his fingers under, caressing the redhead’s shoulders before lifting the leather garment from its place and letting it slide down his arms. “I know what Haine sees in you, but I’ve found something else,” Giovanni pressed Badou’s hands away, letting the jacket fall to the ground. He pressed in closer.

“Ye-eah?” the smoker laughed nervously. His eye shifted to look away, not even struggling to escape.

Giovanni drew even closer, pressing his knee between Badou’s thighs again. The limbs spread rigidly, fighting every inch before that knee pressed against the wall and the blonde pressed his torso forward to completely pin the other man to the dusty plaster. He pressed in closer, eyeing the pristine throat bared to him as Badou continued to look away. There was the inhalation of breath, hitching and damaged as oxygen was drawn into those toxic lungs and Giovanni followed the air, tracing his tongue along the smoker’s delicious throat.

The redhead twitched, his pulse throbbing under Giovanni’s lips and that only drove the blonde to force the game. He traced his fingers under Badou’s chin, drawing his gaze back as the two men eyed each other nose-to-nose. Badou’s heart was pounding, his skin glowing with the hint of arousal. He still frowned as their gazes remained locked and Giovanni pressed his advantage, tilting his head and kissing Badou for the second time in his life.

He tasted just like the first time; recoiling tongue tasting of tobacco and teeth biting down to push him out. The fight didn’t last long and before long those nicotine lips came down to meet Giovanni’s mouth, causing the blonde to chuckle. His fist relaxed in Badou’s shirt, finally intending to touch his surrendered prey.

The fabric was a deep blue with a subtle black design that he could feel the relief of as his fingers played out, palm firm against Badou’s chest. He moved his hand; across, down, around, pulling up on the blue material and Badou grunted irritatedly. He shrank away as Giovanni’s fingers finally moved up to push at his bare stomach.

So vulnerable… so much potential for damage. Damnit, that power was intoxicating and his nails dug in, dragging across the taut belly.

He could feel the redhead’s hands likewise digging into his shoulders; both pushing and pulling, as if he couldn’t decide what he wanted. He dragged his nails upward, cutting over Badou’s nipples. “Fucking hell?!” he gasped, breaking the oral assault.

“Need a cigarette already?” Giovanni didn’t remove his hands and continued to knead the soft parts of Badou’s torso.

The look of contemplation in that aqua eye was brief and serious before the thick desire closed around and he frowned. “No… this is just wrong. I told you I’m not like this. You’re sick… why don’t you go molest Haine?” The questions tumbled past his lips, still tight with apprehension. Was that fear Giovanni could smell? He inhaled deeply, drawing his nose over Badou’s cheek, down his jaw line.

Red hair cascaded in oily waves, a few strands of coppery fire catching on his nose as he breathed in the scent of the other man. Smokey desire and outright lust was throbbing in his veins, or at least, the insistent need to get off. Not fear, fucking sex was burning in the sweat on Badou’s neck and Giovanni lapped at it, biting and marking as he pressed his hips forward, feeling the definite hardness pressing against his thigh.

Badou released Giovanni’s shoulders and pressed his hands flat against the blonde’s chest. He traced his fingers along the pinstripes there, moving down and snaking along the buttons that held the dress shirt together, fumbling to do something constructive with the garment.

Giovanni grunted deep in his throat, a growl that escalated as the redhead managed to release the buttons on his shirt. He felt his prey begin to scratch at the scars along his bare chest and he latched onto the junction of Badou’s neck, lapping at the scar-less flesh there.

He clamped down with his teeth, squeezing harder and harder as something inside, some tension within him. He twisted his head, grinding his teeth and then relaxed, the tension releasing inside his head as he tasted the first drops of metallic sweetness.

“Asshole!” Badou’s hands were insistent and forceful as they flew up to clamp around Giovanni’s head. Attempting to pry the grinning dog away. “Goddamnit, you broke the skin!” He looked back to Giovanni, venom burning in his one, deep-aqua eye. “I can’t heal like you, fucking prick. This shit is gonna scar!” His face flushed deep red, such a beautiful effect to compliment his pale complexion and Giovanni grinned wider.

The blonde was on autopilot, running on instinct. He could feel the insistence in Badou’s hands and the throbbing organ that pressed ever insistent against his thigh. The redhead frowned, though his eye shifted, glimmering beneath the anger and Giovanni recognized the invitation there. There was no getting around what would happen next. His drive to fuck Badou into the wall was overriding anything else in his mind was telling him to do – it was too blood-deprived to have a real opinion anyways.

He hooked his fingers into the waist of Badou’s jeans and yanked him forward. Badou moaned, husky and smoky tenor grinding down to a groan. His hands locked around Giovanni’s throat and the blonde felt nails digging in around his neck, scratching at his neck ring and sending flashes of white pain behind his vision. He felt his eyes roll back at the sensation, exciting and rivaling the utter buzz of desire thrumming through his bloodstream. He yanked on Badou’s hips again – the other man helpfully thrust forward – pulling him away from the wall and, in one move, spinning him around. Red hair flew out as he reversed Badou’s position and slammed him face-first against the wall.

The smoker was cursing again as he dug his fingers into the faded paint and pressed back, trying to get away from the wall. He turned just enough for Giovanni to see his eye glaring back in annoyance. The blonde pressed his hips forward, declaring his intentions loud and clear by firmly grinding his erection, clothed and pure in his white slacks against the rough, worn jeans that clung to Badou’s ass like a second skin. Badou tilted his head, rolling his hips back like a dancer, arousing and alluring. His eye still burned with helpless irritation, sparking the blonde into action.

Those jeans looked so good on Badou’s lanky frame, but were just in the way, and Giovanni needed in. He reached around the struggling body to find the clasp that kept them in place. His fingers curled under the waistband of Badou’s pants, resting on his thin hips and feeling out the warm flesh underneath. He heard the redhead’s nails digging into the wall by his head, crumbling the old plaster in desperation, straining against whatever inner battle was probably telling him this was a bad idea.

It was a bad idea. He’d probably resist more vehemently if he knew what Giovanni was, but it wasn’t the blonde’s problem. As long as the redhead didn’t shoot him again, he’d continue. Badou’s inner war did not affect him and he curled his fingers around the waistband of the jeans. If anything, it was amusing to see him struggle against his desires and instincts. Nothing held back instinct; Giovanni knew this all-too well as he moved his hands, seeking out the button on the front of the pants. He breathed in Badou’s struggles, growling when he felt a sharp intake of breath as he snapped his fingers, freeing the metal disk from its place in the buttonhole.

Badou shuddered, exhaling a shaky breath and Giovanni leaned forward, pressing the length of his body against Badou’s lithe back. He pressed his nose against the smoker’s sweaty neck, brushing the red strands of hair out of the way and he licked the flawless expanse of skin there. It was perfect and free of metal. Just bone, muscle, blood and skin. He inhaled deeply, smelling the blood rushing just below the surface. Thick with endorphins and lust. He could feel the desire in the needy way the other man pressed his ass back, firmly grinding against his erection.

His mouth broke into a feral grin and Giovanni moved his fingers to continue their course in lowering the straining zipper. He pinched the metal tab between his fingers, pulling downward. The teeth clicked apart pair by agonizing pair until only one thin layer of cloth separated Giovanni from his prize. Only his own harsh, needy groans filled his ears and his jaw tightened, silencing that weak, betraying noise, instead forcing it from between Badou’s smoke-stained lips. He jerked forward and Badou pressed back. He opened his mouth, drawing in a rough gasp that indicated he wished to say something. Giovanni kept his body tightly against the redhead’s, though no denial or rejection came through that panting nicotine mouth. He did not encourage or reject, but Giovanni took the subtle way he ground back as all the invite he needed to grasp the jeans and pull them down.

Giovanni felt a thrill race up his spine and dance around in his neck, the electric excitement dancing through the metal and connecting with something in his brain. Something snapped into place and a primal urge clamped into action within him. The redhead’s furrowed brow was a challenge, and the ass oh-so-lightly pressing into him was acceptance.

These signs were so crystal-clear and Giovanni felt the dog within him howling. It was incessant and intense and it was all he could do to keep from tearing Badou apart. That pristine neck bared to him, hidden by a thin curtain of fiery red hair still drew his mouth in. It begged his teeth to clamp into the muscle and his jaw to tighten. His hands were done exploring, finished teasing and above all ‘playing’. They now moved with precision in the way they scraped and clawed around Badou’s taut stomach. He felt the muscle beneath tighten at the contact, shuddering as he dragged his nails down, pressing into the smoker’s abdomen and then south, beneath the waistband of the zebra-print boxers and even through the trail of wiry hair that met him a few inches in. He sucked back hard on Badou’s neck, tasting the elevated levels of excitement and hearing the grunt of pain when he finally released the abused skin from between his teeth. He licked his lips, enjoying the shudder that spread through Badou’s frame as his fingers closed around his erection.

It was solid and ready, a thick shaft of unrelenting need masquerading as an organ. He panted, Badou’s sex was as hard as his own and Giovanni would make this encounter worth remembering. In one swift movement, he pushed the redhead’s boxers down to his knees and shoved him forward. Badou’s arms buckled under the force, allowing Giovanni to hold him face-first against the cracked plaster wall as he worked at the button of his own pants to ready himself.

He half-listened to the creative verbal assault that poured from Badou’s mouth as he dragged his spit-slicked hand over his pale erection. He imagined the redhead mouthing each word, his full, snarling lips forming each threat and he got an idea. He released his cock and reached up to Badou’s mouth where he pressed a finger inside. He expected the teeth that clamped down upon him, though he wasn’t expecting the bitter laugh that followed.

Badou’s mouth tightened around his finger in a broad grin as his tongue flattened and curled around the pad of the invading digit. He sucked on it and released, lavishing the finger with licks that made Giovanni groan. The redhead repeated the motion a couple times before laughing again. “I need a smoke…” he said around the finger.

Giovanni withdrew his finger and observed as the one-eyed man withdrew a smoke from his pack and skillfully sparked it up, inhaling sharply as the blonde pressed his slicked finger between the cheeks of his ass. “Ah, what the fuck?” Badou angrily looked back as Giovanni forced his finger in to the second knuckle.

“I could skip the prep,” the pale killer tilted his head to the side. The smoke rose from the burning ember like upwards falling water.

“Ugh, fine! Just don’t be cheap with it, then.”

He could feel the redhead’s body shudder, his own cock twitched as that tight heat quivered around his hand. Quivered and clenched in a way that was inviting. He pushed in further and curled around to thoroughly caress his insides. The inner walls were pliant and hot. Hot like a wet oven. Hot like hell probably was. Giovanni couldn’t suppress a grin at that thought and he continued stroking Badou from the inside.

Hot like hell, but it would feel like heaven.

He looked up to see a blue-green eye peering at him through a curtain of red locks; sweaty and stringy and messy. His face was flushed, his lips reddened and panting around the dying cigarette. That cigarette… Giovanni had had enough. He pulled his fingers from the other man’s entrance and gripped his chin in an iron grip. Badou resisted his hold, his eye growing wide as the pale man pressed in close.

His slick cock pressing against Badou’s entrance. It was slow and methodical and Giovanni wouldn’t let Badou look away as he pressed forward.

The redhead tried to wriggle away, pressing against the wall in a futile bid to escape as Giovanni eased the head of his cock into the tight opening before him.

Badou shuddered and cursed, sucking back on the smoke as his eye rolled back in his head.

Giovanni enjoyed the conflicting reaction as he pressed in further. There was something about this man that made him do it. It was only in that moment when his body’s sexual desires were being fulfilled that he could catch a glimpse of it. He could feel it in the way Badou writhed away from him while his ass eagerly gripped him tighter. He could see it in the way his eye hungrily said ‘fuck me already’ while his mouth sucked on the last of his cigarette and cursed for him to stop.

Giovanni tightened his fingers on his jaw, the smell of Badou’s arousal heady and thick on his fingers. The smell of the redhead’s entrance coated his digits.

Now his cock tasted of him too as his hips rocked against Badou’s ass. He didn’t pull out, just let the heat and tightness wind him up tighter than jerking off ever had.

He still forced Badou’s gaze, peering into the remnants of his damaged soul, and the upraised eyebrow of defeat signaled for him to go on.

“Move…” Badou whispered, his expression taking on an irritated feel.

Giovanni loosened his grip on the smoker’s chin and withdrew the burnt-out cigarette from between his lips, replacing it with his own mouth, and he moved. Pulling back until his cock was free and chilling in the cool air of the apartment before pressing it in all the way to the hilt. Badou moaned around his tongue, making those delicious sucking sounds before his teeth did the talking and bit into Giovanni’s tongue.

The blonde pushed in harder and their bodies fell into rhythm; the ancient, primal drive to get as deep as possible as hard and fast as possible possessed Giovanni’s desire and he did little to hold back a feral bark that rattled past his clenched teeth.

The redhead thrust back, fingernails digging into plaster, the telltale bruises were already beginning to form around his neck, his flawless, reddened neck and Giovanni had to taste it again. Taste the absence of metal and delicious fear seeped in blind lust. Licking and scratching as his pelvis trust relentlessly and his body clawed its way into Badou’s frame.

He was awash in a sea of feeling, the blood and sweat of the redhead tossing him about in a storm of reckless ardour. A sea that was crushing him, drowning him and, like the brutal dog within, his release possessed him with an explosion of pleasure, instead of bloodthirsty fangs that ravaged his core.

He was dimly aware of the smoker choking out a hoarse scream as well and he only pulled him in harder. Giovanni arched backwards, bending his prey along as both their bodies shuddered in unison. He dragged his fingers up along Badou’s torso, roughly tracing over the smoker’s ribs until his fingers grazed over that delicious throat. Giovanni growled low as the euphoric haze left his mind and he clamped his teeth onto Badou’s neck.

Badou slammed him back. “What the fuck was that for?!” He’d separated from Giovanni and was glaring at him, ready to fight.

The blonde surveyed him in his state of undress; his face was reddened where he’d been pressed to the wall, his eye had lost the dilated glow of arousal and had been taken over with a spark of anger. His hand cradled his neck while the other made a fist, ready to fight again.

Giovanni dragged his gaze along that sinewy body, smirking when he saw the evidence that hung between Badou’s legs; the end glistened with evidence splattered on the wall behind him. “To provoke this reaction…” Giovanni stepped in closer, pressing a hand to Badou’s chest and leaning in close. “To show you where you stand… and where I stand above you.” He saw the punch coming as Badou lashed out at him. He saw it and took it, gladly.

“Fuck you! You’re not above me, you’re just a stalker that won’t leave me the hell alone and bug Haine instead.” His voice was thick with anger and fear. Giovanni narrowed his eyes and backed away, dragging his fingers down the length of Badou’s torso as he did. He had come, marking the redhead on the inside with his seed and he felt a bizarre calm settle over the dog within him.

Badou was his.

He raked his gaze down the smoker’s body, looking to the place that proved Badou’s involvement had not been entirely nonconsensual. The redhead’s venom seemed to wane as he realized where Giovanni was looking and shifted to cover himself. The blonde re-dressed with shameless grace, tucking his flagging member back into his trousers without shifting his gaze away.

Badou tried to stare back, match intimidation with intimidation, but shifted uncomfortably after a minute, instinctively patting his chest for a cigarette. He looked away, searching for a pack of cigarettes and Giovanni grinned at this victory. He retrieved his shirt from where it had fallen; fastening the buttons after deciding his dominance over the other man was secure in both their minds.

“So… what the fuck else did you see in me, then?” Badou approached, the familiar cigarette smoking from between his lips and his gun aimed and ready.

Giovanni grinned as Badou cocked the firearm. “Weren’t you going somewhere?”

His eye narrowed, he kept the gun aimed while pulling the smoke from hips lips, indecision clearly written on his face. He already knew bullets were ineffective – evidenced by the blood splattered down Giovanni’s white jacket.

Giovanni was thoroughly amused with Badou’s reaction. It was so easy to see how the gears in Badou’s head turned, seeming to grind along between hating and recalling what he’d been doing before all this had happened. They churned through thoughts until something seemed to snap in that aqua eye and then Badou was cursing and rushing to fix his clothes, muttering the distinct name of his partner; Haine.

Well, partner in most ways but one.

Giovanni grinned, noting the bruise on Badou’s neck that resembled teeth. “I’ll see you around.” He turned and left, feeling giddy at the confused way Badou called out to him.

“Okay, see you… wait! NO, YOU ASSHOLE!”

Giovanni absently bit his lip, trying to repress a grin as he walked down the stairs and out into the street. It was strange; the thing he saw in Badou was more of a feeling he got. A vibe. It was impossible to define or put into words, but it was definitely there. He saw something in the other man, something that drew him in and marked him. He’d marked Badou. Haine may have seen something in the smoker, but Giovanni saw something more. The feeling Badou stirred within him was not something he could give up, either. Not something he would loosen his bite on now that he’d locked his fangs into that intoxicating flesh.

He placed his glasses over his eyes, tinting the world a reddish shade once more. He’d allow Badou to see Haine, if only to irritate the albino. He was certain his mark would last and nothing the stray dog did would erase it. Giovanni pushed past the scarlet-tinted crowd, ignoring their startled looks at his bloodied white coat.

~End Chapter Two~