Opposites Attract [Old]

Prank War

(Very Slight Smut)

Tord Pov:

"TOM GET BACK HERE!!" I yell and run after Tom.

"NEVER COMMIE!!" Tom yells.

He throws small balls on to the floor and I slide on them and fall.

I see that they're marbles.

"YOU CAN'T KEEP PULLING PRANKS ON ME!!" I yell.

"SUCK MY ASS COMMIE!!" Tom yells from another hall.

If only you'd let me.

I stand up and sigh.

I take careful steps over all the marbles.

I begin running again.

Tom has been setting up traps everywhere.

Specifically for me.

I see Tom run into a room.

I run into the room, but get hit in the face with plastic wrap.

I pull it off my face and see Tom climbing out the window.

"TOM!!" I yell as he jumps out the window.

I run after him, but fall from my feet hitting a wall of more plastic wrap.

I lift my head and see him showing me the middle finger as he hovers with a jetpack.

Tom flys away.

"GOD DAMNIT TOM!!" I yell.

*2 Hours Later*

Okay.

So when I'm close pinning Tom just leads to a kick in the stomach, grabbing Tom leads to a slap, and tripping Tom somehow ends up with me falling instead.

What haven't I tried yet?

I get a water ballon thrown at the back of my head.

I'm soaked.

I turn around and see Tom laughing.

"TOM I SWEAR!!" I yell.

Tom runs away.

"UGH!! THIS IS SO FRUSTRATING!!" I yell.

I run after Tom.

After a minute of running I lose him.

"FAEN!!" I yell.

"Why don't you just act like you used to?" I hear.

I turn to my left and see Patrick.

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"Be mischievous back to him. I'm sure that's what he wants since he's treating you like he did when you 2 were in your 20's," Patrick says.

"So you think that's what he's looking for from me?"

"Well it's better than being the only 1 continuously pranked on," Patrick says.

"That's true,"

"Go get em tiger,"

Tom Pov:

I stand still and hold my knees panting.

I think I'll take a break from running.

I walk into the lounge looking down.

I suddenly hear, "Deck the halls with boughs of holly
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la!"

I lift my head to see Tord standing next to a stereo playing Christmas music with a devilish smirk.

My digital eyes widen.

I start screaming and hold my ears as I run out the door.

I then trip over something.

I fall face flat.

I turn to see what I tripped on and I see a bottle of Smirnoff laying on the floor.

"HOW COULD YOU BETRAY ME MY DEAREST SMIRNOFF?!!" I yell at the Smirnoff bottle.

I get up and run away.

I feel a bullet like pain in my back.

I turn around and see that Tord shot me with a paint ball gun.

"Oh you bit-"

He starts shooting at me and I run while trying to dodge the paint balls.

Tord runs after me while shooting at me.

I throw marbles under his feet and he falls.

He drops the paintball gun and I quickly pick it up.

Tord looks up at me with a 'oh shit' face.

"I'll give you 3 seconds to run Commie," I say with a smirk.

Tord quickly gets up and runs away.

"1"

"2"

"3"

I run after Tord and start shooting at him.

"YOU CAN'T RUN FOREVER COMMIE!!" I yell at Tord.

"SUCK MY ASS!!" Tord yells back.

Tord Pov: *2 Hours Later*

I finally catch Tom off guard and tackle him on to the floor.

I pin both his wrists above his head.

I trap his legs so he can't move them too.

"LET GO COMMIE!!" Tom yells at me while panting heavily.

I kiss him roughly.

He immediately kisses back just as rough.

I lick his bottom lip asking for entrance.

He refuses.

I bite his neck hard and he gasps from the sudden pain.

I take my chance and stick my tongue in his mouth.

I explore every inch of his mouth like I've never done it before.

Once I finished that I go on to his neck and give it licks and nibbles.

"T-Tord~" Tom moans out.

I lick a soft spot and he arches his back.

I bite hard on the soft spot.

"AH~!" Tom moans out.

That's going to leave a hickey.

I left go of 1 of his wrists and I lift up his shirt.

"Please D-don't do that..." Tom begs quietly.

I look at him.

I can see he's crying by the little tears showing on his goggles.

I sigh.

I left go of him and stand up.

Tom sits up and tears slide down his cheeks under his goggles.

He wipes them away.

I look down.

"I'm sorry... Tom," I say.

Tom looks at me.

"Y-you should be," Tom says to me trying to sound like he wasn't just crying.

....

"You want to go get something to eat?" I ask Tom.

"Yeah," Tom says to me.