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"I fuckin' hate you so much rn."

...still. He did top. Sooo.

THIS MEANS HE'S THE ALPHA--

He's about to say something, but that'd totally ruin the moment, so he closes his mouth again.

Still, his expression probably says enough. He's literally pouting like a sore loser. If it weren't for these wounds...

Archie huffs, but soon enough he's pulled back in, the marking causing him to let out a groan. He feels a little useless, though, being stuck without much movement options. Maybe they could have another round when he was feeling better. Wait what?

The Aqua opts to pull Guzma closer, one hand roughly cupping his face and tugging him into another bitey smooch.

Yeah, nah. We're not moving anymore. As soon as Archie dared to try and get back on top, the same hand that until then was busy holding the former Aqua's jaw moved on his chest, all while its twin still tried to lift his shirt, making sure he wouldn't try anything weird.

Just as he realizes that, all things considered, he won that little match, Guzma finally dares to smirk, breaking the kiss with the umpteenth bite just to hiss at the scratches on his back, breathing against the other's lips before once again pushing himself against neck, leaving yet another mark on it.

At this point, he might as well keep on playing this game, yeah?

Aaaand they're rolling back. He might've underestimated the pain that still lingered in his body. Archie winces briefly, but he's not gonna let it stop their fun.

Normally he'd continue fighting, but his side is screaming at him to Not Do That right now... So naturally, he attempts it again-- --Yep, Guzma's still on top after a failed attempt. Okay, let's try something else, then. A hand reaches for Guzma's back, and he digs in his nails, returning the favour.

Oh this is happening alright, in his own goddamn terms--

"-fuck!"

…nevermind I fucking guess. Guzma remained stunned for half a second before letting out yet another sgrunt, the hand on Archie's jaw tightening as he--

…yeah, he's trying to roll then over again - one hand on the former Aqua's face, another sliding under his shirt, nails dragged on his back, mouth a little too occupied on the other's to saw anything sarcastic.

Alola's weirdest wrestling match.

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fight honorably  /  fight dirty /  prefer close-quarters / prefer range  / chat during  /  go silent / low pain tolerance  / high pain tolerance / attack in bursts / attack steadily  / go for the kill / aim to disarm / fight defensively /  strike first /  provoke easily /   provoke their opponent /  tease /  get visibly frustrated  /  shout while attacking  /  use strategy /  focus on their battle  /  experience conflicting thoughts during battle  / rush in recklessly  /  try to read their opponent before fighting /  fight wildly /  fight calmly or apathetically  / fight with anger  / fight with excitement /  fight because they have to /  fight because they want to  / fight without regard to wounds /  run away when wounded  / hide wounds  /  take a blow to protect another / prefer a blade / prefer a gun /  prefer a bow /  prefer a shield  /  prefer a spear / naginata  /  prefer a personalized weapon  / prefer magic or spells ( or Pokèmon lol )  / prefer brawling  / their greatest weakness is physical / their greatest weakness is mental / their greatest weakness is emotional  /  transform for battle  / fight as they appear /  rely on strength  /  rely on speed / use everything they have /  hide their full potential  / exhaust quickly /  high stamina /  doubt their strength  /  proceed with caution  /   behave arrogantly /  brag after landing a hit  /  belittle their abilities  / use psychological tactics /  use brute strength / avoid civilians   /  strike down civilians  /  damage surroundings /  avoid damaging surroundings / signature fighting style  /  making it up as they go /  mastered skillset / learning their skillset / fancy footwork /  sloppy footwork /  messy fighter /  elegant fighter / accept defeat /  refuse defeat  / beg for mercy / compliment their opponent  / insult their opponent  /  use unnecessary movements ( flips, twirls ) / move efficiently  /  barely move /  prefer to dodge / prefer to block /  defend their blindside / has no blindside  / use all available advantages ( ex; use a gun but also throw punches, kick out while blades clash, etc. ) /  strictly use one main method  / play around  /  hold back  / fight ruthlessly / show mercy /  wait for opponent to be ready  / strike when opponent isn’t ready  / fear death  /  fear pain  /  fear killing  /  has PTSD  / avoid fighting / has lost a fight / has won a fight  / has killed / refuses to kill  / want to die standing / would succumb slowly.

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Archie lets out a soft gasp at the push, staring in bewilderment for a split second, before his grin reappears.

So they were doing this.

Thankfully he's healing up just fine, so he has less of an issue shifting his tail into legs. Still, the cheekfins and sharp teeth remain. Was it because he thought it looked cool? Or was it because it was still a bit of an effort to shift back to a human form fully? Doesn't matter much.

Still... He's not gonna be forced down so easily. He refuses to give up without a fight.

So he gently reaches for Guzma's sides, before suddenly and roughly trying to roll over on the bed so he comes out on top.

Well fuck. He got you there bug boy.

"Shut the fuck--!", he starts, any complaints muffled in the umpteenth kiss. And hairpull.

…okay. We're gonna sit here and let the fish manhandle us for much longer, Guzma? Absolutely fucking not. Still keeping contact and not really caring if that would lead to a much harsher grip on either his throat or hair ( whatever, man, it's not like he doesn't like it! ), obe of Guzma's hands pressed harshly on the other's chest, pushing him down - taking control of the situation.

What were they doing exactly? Archie returns the kiss either way, grip on the other's throat growing a tiny bit looser as he gets briefly lost in the moment.

"And yet yer enjoyin' this."

He knows that groan. He's had it happen before too, but he's not gonna admit that to his face.

A hum, pulling Guzma's face back in for another rough smooch, a smirk on his features.

He's also gonna be a tad cheeky and move his free hand to Guzma's hair, tugging at it.

Oh he cannot fucking stand his cunt. Hoping that the groan he couldn't keep in was caused by the hand holding on his throat rather than actual goddamn pleasure from the bite, Guzma squinted before rolling his eyes.

Looking for insults to throw, mostly, as his own hand moved away from Archie's to find his jaw, grasping at it-- maybe a little too forcefully.

"Ya kiss like a virgin."

And yet he goes in for a third one, teeth preceeding lips. And tongue.

He could always blame it on the stress of the past few days, who the fuck cares.

"..." Casually throws it back through the hole. "Well are ya havin' fun?"

"It's always about why d'ya have balls from the ballpit and never are you havin' fun in the ballpit? Is the ballpit fun? Fuck you."

THROWS ANOTHER BALL.

@gnzma replied: throwing a ball of the ballpit in. spoiler we're not fixing it

"...Why the fuck do ya have that?"

This wasn't on his bingo card for this week.

After a heated discussion, he had him pinned to the wall-- And they're making out now.

Yeah, this might as well happen. Archie smirks upon the bite, copper taste filling his mouth upon licking the mark.

"...Heh." He pulls Guzma back into the kiss, trying to return the favour of the bitemark, before pulling away briefly. "Nah, fuck you."

Hands press against his throat still, claws digging into skin.

@nolongeraqualeader

a heated kiss while holding them by the throat.

Despite everything, Guzma kept showing up in Archie's room. Call it an attempt of showing off his. Who the fuck knows-- alpha-ness? Remind Archie who's the boss, when all he did was teasing and occasionally get a little too touchy with Plumeria? Fuck's sake-- existing? Who knows. What Guzma knows - both of them, really - is that it was just a matter of time before one of them pushed the other a little too much.

Today it was his turn. A tease too many, he leaned a little too close, and the former Aqua reacted accordingly. Archie's hand found his throat, his own the other's wrist and shirt as they stumbled for a few seconds in a sorry excuse of a wrestling match, one that leads to him falling on the bed and be pressed against the wall (with the hole caused by his punch), and--

--and they're kissing now.

Well, Archie is kissing him, but it doesn't take much for him to return it, groaning as the other's thumb presses against his throat, opening his lips to catch one of Archie's and biting on it to break contact.

"…fuck you."

@gnzma i think i deserve a little respect. [ bc i had to hold him back from sending the ass one ]

"...I ne'er said I didn't respect ya?" Huh. Confusing. He did actually have some respect for the other at least. "But fine. What do ya want me t'do t'prove it?"

Why is he still thinking about the other day...

Okay, now he's serious. Good.

Archie has to clench his jaw for this one, 'cause fuck it hurts, but he ain't raised no quitter. Still beats most creatures in the depths of the ocean, truthfully.

He can't help but chuckle, before hissing again. Oof. "Alrigh'. Ya can bite, I'll give ya that."

He bites as hard as he can, and yet the guy fucking laughs. Goddddd, whatever. Weird mood over. He's still pissing him off.

Guzma half considers just let go and ignore him, but. Come on. That's a challenge now. He's biting harder.

Oh he's pouting now? That's kinda cute, not gonna lie. He's lifted up by the shirt (kinda impressive), and just like he expected, Guzma returns the favour. Archie hisses too, but the grin never falters. That stupid, shit eating grin of his...

"Ya content now?"

He laughs. The bite stings for sure, but... He's had worse.

"Or can ya do better?"

WROSTIE I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE.

The bite hurts, nothing to say about it-- holding in another hiss turned out to be much more difficult than he first thought. And it will leave a fucking mark. Ironically, that's what pisses him off the most--

--no wait it's the smirk. The smirk pisses him off the most.

Squinting, Guzma pouts for a few seconds as he finds the words. Considers punching those teeth off, but that would just be straight up pussy shit. Proof that he couldn't handle it.

Soooo. The free hand grabs Archie's shirt, pulls him in and returns the fucking favor. Fine. Explain your own bite mark on your neck, asshole. Two of us can play this game.

He has no idea why he went for the neck honestly. Maybe it was a powermove? Either way, he easily breaks skin (have you seen his teeth???), before pulling back. He might have held back his full biting power for this cause like. Yeah that'd be too much.

"...There ya go."

He can feel the tight grip on that headboard, you know. It causes him to smirk as he leans back against it. "Well, what did ya think?"

Okay, here he goes! We'll see how hard mr.fish can truly bite, bet this little baby pussy won't do sh--

--WHY IS HE GOING FOR THE NECK.

He expected him to bite the arm-- it's THERE, it's RIGHT THERE! Guzma immediately tenses up, eyes widening, jaw clenching to keep in any noise other than-- fuck's sake was that a growl. No no no no fuck you Guzma shut up. Stay there, grab him-- you're holding too tight to that goddamn headboard.

besties what the fuck.

"Warned ya." Can't kick him out for this then, right? He leans in closer... and bites his neck.

What's with this tension lads.

"What?"

He's leaning closer. Let's pretend he's doing it to assert dominance or whatever.

"Scared?"

...Oh that's. That's kinda hot. What the fuck is going on right now. "YEAH." He's leaning with his back against the headboard, arms crossed. "Last chance t' back 'way."

" . . . "

oh he's coming in. He's slamming the hand on the headboard, towering over Archie.

"YEAH?"

"If ya dare come closer... Or are ya too scared?"

Hm. He really feels like chomping now.

...this could get interesting, actually.

"We're bold today, are we, fishbreath?"

WE'RE SWINGING WE'RE SWINGING-

"I can prove it."

But will he get kicked out...

"Nah, not really."

swinging the bat at the beedrill's nest.

"...Ya really don't believe that?"

"uh huh, yeah, sure bud."

@gnzma vc yea of course the sharpedo would like to get bitten

"...That's no' how tha' works. I usually do the bitin'."

@gnzma

Fuck it all fuck it all fuck it all FUCK EVERYTHING!

Guzma barely reaches the first floor before he can't take it anymore. With a frustrated scream - something way closer to a roar -, the Skull leader reels back a fist and punches the first wall he finds.

" FUCK! "

... through the wall.

Oh that's a big ass hole.

"Goddamn- " he snarls, holding on the now wounded hand "Fucking! God fucking damn walls shitty ASS FUCKING HOUSE FU- "

... Aaaaand then blinks. Looks up, inside the hole.

He forgot Archie was inside.

" . . . the fuck ya lookin' at?!"

Oh don't get him wrong, he's still pissed. Just a bit embarrassed too, now.

"...Nothin'."

He can read the room. Even with a hole in it.

"I can take on all o' you without even movin'."

"Why are ya so tense?"

Jeez dude. Calm it with the bouncing. It's making him nervous too at this rate. "Fiiiiine. But yer not gettin' my Aqua lore either."

Doubt he wants it, but still. Archie's quiet for a bit, just staring at Guzma. The fin wiggles slowly stop.

"...Though, I guess. If ya have any questions, this is your time to shoot 'em. I'll be honest."

Oh, fuck's sake. This whole bullshit is getting more and more tense every second, isn't it? Archie falls quiet for a few seconds, and those were enough for Guzma to return to get as annoyed as possible, a leg bouncing with clear nervousness.

What do you know? What the fuck does he wanna know?!

"I know what I know." he grumbled, dismissingly waving a hand "Oi, ya said to be nice, not to be besties. You're like, level -4 when it comes to friendship, ya ain't gettin' any hint of Skull lore dude."

"..."

This ain't getting anywhere. Now he just feels even shittier and he's getting riled up. "...Well. What do you know, anyway?"

Guess he was wrong when he thought Guzma would understand. He huffs, cheekfins flared out and wiggling in annoyance. This fucking guy.

He's not liking this discussion. Like. Not one bit. Finally stopping his constant dangling, Guzma now puts his head on his open palm, resting his elbow on a leg as he avoids eye contact. If you're not talkin' to 'em, how the fuck d'ya know they're doin' fine?, he thought -- the same words he mentally yelled at himself during his own three months hiatus from the whole team leading thing.

…nah, this is different. With Skulls, he was the problem. Guzma doesn't think it out of self-deprecation, he was the only one on board with Lusamine's stuff. This was a group of lunatics who wanted to flood the world from day 1! It's different. There's no parallels here.

"Yeah well.

Ya never know."

Stay vague Guzma, stay annoyed.

"I'd say hi to them, I s'pose."

If they wanted to see him, sure. In the end, this talk's just making him dizzy. And kinda warm? He's sweating bullets-- Ah. Fever's back. Yippie. No wonder he's being so vulnerable with this other Team Leader.

"...I want t'be a better guy. An' I think I am, if even jus' a li'l bit, but..." He leans back against the backboard of the bed. Whew. Dizziness isn't going away.

"If they're thriving withou' me... Who am I to interfere 'gain? They deserve t'move on from me, and all the shit I did."

…shiiit, fuck you, man. Don't get relatable. Frowning, Guzma lifted an eyebrow as the other kept on rambling about needing a good beating and and past adventures with his Team.

"Well fuck. Ya ain't even gonna tell 'em hi, now?

I dunno. Nobody's forcin' ya apart, right."

Oh, how hypocritical of you, Guzma.

"Nah dude, I jus' enjoy me a good fight sometimes."

This guy was a little dense, huh.

"...No? --Are ya tellin' me that?" Wow, rude. "I meant the Team Leader thing. Not the fish part. Bein' here makes me kinda miss it, yanno? --Not that I'm startin' again. Nuh-uh. Once was 'nough fer me-- I jus' mean I miss the family feel."

...and now he's laughing? He's laughing. Cool. He got a fuckin' masochist mermaid.

"...ya want to get punched?!"

...I mean. Mood. Sure. Okay. Felt. Sometimes you really gotta throw hands, but c'mon now.

"...understand.

You're tellin' me I smell like fish or somethin--"

"...Until I feel better?"

"BWAHAHAHA!!" So he was planning on starting shit with him when he felt better? Now that's funny. No, really, it hurts to laugh but fuck he's doing it. At this rate he's gonna pop his stitches.

"Lookin' forward to it." Archie grins, leaning a little closer. Been a while since he had a good fist fight, and a laugh, too.

"...I guess I can't force ya t'like me, tho'. Jus' felt like ya'd understand me a bit. Even if I'm a merfolk."

"Daaamn, really? Who would've thought bein' forced to be nice doesn't woooork."

Hey, he's shit at that. Who gives a shit. As far as he knows, he's not yelling or insulting him, so that's nice enough.

"Dude, don't flatter yourself. I don't hate ya.

Just don't like ya." a shrug "Simple as."

For no reason at all, of course. ...at least until he offers to punch him?!

"--huh??? Nah, hey-- nah. I promised Plumes I wasn't gonna start shit until ya feel better, and I'm fuckin' not taking a punch in the face and just sit here like, hoh, thank you for the free therapy!"

"..."

"Ya suck at bein' nice, huh."

His cheek fins droop a bit. Hm. Now this is just akward. "Ya hate me that much?" Guess he's used to it. Part of it was probably deserved, and yet...

"'Kay, hear me out: if I give ya one free punch will ya stop bein' so fuckin', iunno. Tensed up?"

"Uhu, sure."

Oh, great. Smalltalk. His fucking favorite.

He starts dangling backwards, looking around, keeping in a sigh. Oh my goooood this is annoying.

His leg is bouncing, besties.

"Got somethin' else to say, or."

Being kind is so hard.

"Thank ya."

He might sound sarcastic here, and maybe he is a tiny bit (he hasn't forgotten their first interaction), but he's also kinda grateful for a distraction right now. Archie sits up a little, blanket wrapped around his shoulders.

"So... I've gotta say, you've got a nice team goin' here. Real good people. Feels like a family." He misses that. A lot.

Oh this COCK.

"...fine."

He's sitting down. Arms crossed, practically slouched on the nearest chair, giving him a sign as to say 'let's get this shit going'.

"An hour or two? Think ya can manage that?"

Man, this is the most fun he's had the past few days (being stuck in a room was so fucking boring).

"Reasonable, yeah? An' don't go runnin' from me. That's no' fair." He grins wide, razor sharp teeth clearly visible.

"How 'bout we get to know each other a li'l bit? I feel like chattin'. Maybe I'll answer yer questions if yer extra nice."

@nolongeraqualeader

"Double dog dare ya t'be nice t'me." He's smirking like a lil jerk right now. [ funny dares ; ACCEPTING ]

OH THIS MOTHERFUCKER.

"How long."

He's grumbling-- nah, that was straight up a growl.

"Give me a time limit. And if ya try to go for double digits hours I'm throwin' ya to the Muk pool."

hey, he didn't say he'd throw him out forever! that's being nice!