Love hurts

For the valentine's contest at where we gotta draw our OCs' first V-day...:3

VOTE FOR MOI. *is bricked for shameless self-promotion*

Anyway, I drew Kumotori and Axl since they're on the neglected MF characters list. >.>

The story is as follows:

Axl was known as the dude with nine lives, for busting his way out of the most prickly situations. Today though, he felt like his ninth life was about to be used up...

There he was, huddled beneath some unrecongizable building rubble, covered all in dark purpling bruises. It felt like he'd broken a rib, and his red hair was all over the place. Really, what the hell had happened to him, on such a lovely Valentine's day? Perhaps it was the fact he'd decided, and with much resolve, that today he'd try to get a kiss from his renegade boss, Kumotori.

Ah yes, a sign that he must be suicidal. Therapy was in order.

It wasn't as if he was attracted to the short leader, he was no way in hell gay, but it was...those lips. Those dainty cherub lips that barked him orders and still managed to look femininely sweet. Ah...he wondered how they would taste. If they were indeed...sweet...

There was a large clang of metal against stone, and three claws tore through the wall he was leaning against.

"HOLY SHIT. Are you trying to kill me!?" Axl rolled away just in time. If not he'd have three diagonal slashes on his back. Kumotori didn't answer and advanced at his red haired subordinate with deadly speed.

The redhead was however, annoyingly evasive.

"C'mon Kumo-tan. I only want an little kiss. A peck perhaps---WOAH!" He jumped, avoiding a hit aimed at his feet, and then ducked so that Kumotori hit the wall behind him. The black haired man growled, his claws seemingly stuck in the stone.

Taking advantage of his predicament, Axl swiftly closed the space between them and wrapped an arm around that slender waist. "Gothca!" He teased.

Of course, in his excitement, the redhead had forgotten one very important thing; that Kumotori had one hand free. That hand was angrily thrust forward and into the stomach of the unexpecting redhead.

"Or...not." He wheezed as blood tricked from the corner of his mouth.

But they were close. Oh so very close. For a while, Axl forgot the pain (ignored it actually) and used his other hand to bring the shorter man's face nearer to his own. He could feel the other's breath on his lips...so close...to his goal..."Kumotori..."

And then Kumotori smirked.

It was never a good sign, though that was as close as he ever came to smiling. In a second Axl was sent flying through a window and landed on some very uncomfortable rubble.

:amn...:: Thought the redhead, trying to fight the darkness at the corners of his vision. ::Love sure hurts...::

And then he paused in mid-thought at the realization...

::...love...?::

~*~

THE END LOLOLOLOLOL Don't worry, he lives. :3