bakerstreet | Unforeseen Romantic Gesture & Pursuit Meme

[ Pursue him, since normally he's the one doing the chasing! ]

[Either/or...]

[ Either role. ]

[Because this meme needs Varia. Emotionally constipated is a job prerequisite. That said, he can be either/or.]

[And have a brat prince while I'm at it. He can be either.]

[ Up for this greedy brat? ]

[Always.]

[ I hope this is fine. Breaking canon a bit here.. ]

[ Unless under the utmost dire circumstances, there is always reluctance for Mammon to accept any mission or fulfill any favors without having to voice that he must be paid for it. Collecting money without the actual intention of spending it was, at first, done as a sort of coping mechanism to deal with the curse that was once placed upon him. Now, it was a force of habit, something he simply enjoyed doing. If nothing was being deposited into his bank account, consider him out. Without a threat that would certainly result in his (or, occasionally, a family member's) death, it is otherwise uncommon for him to simply to exert his time and energy for others out of the goodness of his own heart.

And so, what a rare moment this is.

Some nameless, lower ranking member had sought him and Bel out within the Varia headquarters to inform them that they would be leaving for a mission within a few days (apparently Xanxus couldn't have been bothered to get a core member to deliver the information; typical). No surprise there; the two were commonly paired together. Missions came frequently enough, as well. There was nothing within this moment that was out of the ordinary, nothing that would call for a break in routine. Still, Mammon was willing to let a subtle change occur.

He stared at the informant before glancing over to the so called prince through hidden eyes, an instant of silence passing before his quiet voice responded with a simple: ] Fine.

[ No other Varia member would be spared from his nagging, but, just this once, without dismay, he won't comment on his pay. It is his odd way of saying, "I enjoy your company." The gesture is minute, and he wonders if the other will even take notice. He inwardly questions whether or not he actually wants Bel to notice, to inquire about his intentions. If asked, Mammon had not even prepared an adequate answer. How does someone such as himself even begin to explain that he enthralled by another? It was difficult enough for him to come to terms with the fact that he has this annoying crush. This is all very unpremeditated, really. ]

Edited 2015-08-25 06:05 (UTC)

[To Belphegor, nothing much had changed since Mammon's curse had been lifted. The greedy baby would forever be just that, his greedy baby. It's not like he was any taller than the prince, still a couple inches shorter despite their age gap, and that's always amused him. No, Mammon would forever be compact and carry size and that was perfect for him. Easy to still snatch up and drag with him wherever he so pleased, no matter the dent it made in his own bank account. Money isn't something he's ever cared for or bothered thinking too much about, he's a prince. And even when not scooping him up to sprawl somewhere to watch TV or the most gory movies he can find when doing so alone is too boring, he still has no issues seeking the other out if only to bug him for his company.

As it is, when the grunt comes to inform them of their newest assignment Belphegor couldn't be happier. Sure, there were things to keep him occupied around the place and harassing Mammon helped, but the prince was bored out of his mind and nothing was doing it for him. So he had noticably perked up at the prospect of getting to tear someone, preferably a lot of someones even if it's unnecessary, to shreds as soon as possible. Of course he expected the usual complaints from his partner, and the unusual compliance didn't pass his notice. Nothing does. Despite what people outside Varia may like to believe, he is a genius. He just doesn't like doing stuff he doesn't want to, and is far too lazy for his own good when it doesn't involve actually killing or having other kinds of fun.

His bangs hide the side glance he's giving the mist user until the grunt leaves them to prepare to leave, and at that point his grin grows even wider.]

Ushishishi~ No demand for extra pay this time? Sounds like you're sick Mammon~

[The subtle use of the others name in this situation instead of his usual nicknames he loves to throw around is the only hint that he knows something more serious must be going on here. And it's certainly peeked his curiosity, which means Mammon can either tell him or deal with him being insufferable about it for the entire mission. When the prince wants to know something, he will get his answers. One way or another.]

[ Wonderful. Belphegor is officially aware that Mammon is hiding something. Hearing his own name instead of some insufferable nickname spoken by Bel would be welcomed at any other time. Now, however, he knows that it's being used to display that he's been caught.

There's an audible sigh, one that is long with hints of frustration. Not say that Mammon is upset with Bel. Rather, he is fairly upset with himself. He purposely put himself within a position where he is bound to be bombarded by all sorts of annoyances - questions, pokes to the face, whining, nearly empty threats, and whatever else Bel will choose to do in order to draw out an answer that he deems suitable. The only way to really deal with it is to carry on without being honest until Belphegor becomes bored enough to no longer pursue the true answer (which could take weeks), or Mammon can be direct, truthful (which is much easier said than done).]

It's none of your concern. [ As if that is some viable answer to please Bel's curiosity. He knows that the other won't end it there. And although he partially wants the matter to be left alone, he cannot help but continue to want to leave slight indications that there's more he wants to say. He didn't mean to turn this into a sort of game, but it is hard for him, who has always claimed to need nobody, to outright admit that he wants somebody. ]

[Nothing is ever of Bel's concern. The only things that are are things that he deems worth his concern, or something to alleve boredom. Unfortunately for Mammon, this happens to fall into both categories. For the last decade of his life, the greedy baby has always been so predictable. And aside from being designated as his personal toy most of the time, that predictability has never once deterred him from seeking entertainment from the other. AFter all, it's even more fun to poke and prod at someone when you know exactly how they're going to react. But getting a reaction that's unexpected? Mammon's playing a game with the wrong person, because these are one of the types of games the prince loves to play. Bloody ones are usually more fun, but Bel is a genius and thus will not allow himself to lose at a simple mind game.

Respecting the personal space of others has never been high on the prince's priority list, and even lower when it came to Mammon who had been considered his property the moment his eight year old mind realized he was teamed up with a flying, talking baby. Because of course that could be nothing but a talking stuffed animal, and it was his because he's a prince and he says so. The slight height advangate is put to use as he leans closer to the illusionist, his grin wider as he pokes at one of the tattoos on his cheek, and a tug on the hood as a thinnly veiled threat that he will steal that hood if he has to in order to get his answers. But not right now. Ending the game too quickly would be boring.]

You're hiding something then~ You should know better than to try to deceive a prince, stupid greedy baby~

[The extra singsong tone of his voice is thrown in just as an extra annoyance, another tick to try and see how much it takes to push him past the point of wanting to deal with this. But he knows he has time. They still have a mission to get their stuff together for, and then all the time in the world once they're done.]

[ How Belphegor managed to capture Mammon's interest is a complete mystery. He's a careless, selfish brat who believes that he's entitled to have whatever he wants. More often than not, he's a pest who treats the illusionist as a source for entertainment. And there is also the fact that he is most definitely a psychopath. Mammon has always considered himself to be the most normal of the Varia despite the abnormal situation he had gotten himself into. But now he needs to question that because the sadistic nuisance poking at his face somehow also happens to be the person who sends his emotions in disarray.

He swats at Bel's hand, the frown already plastered onto his face deepening. ] And you should know better than to bother me, false prince. [ Clearly irked by Bel looming over him, Mammon turns his body away with a huff. ] Be grateful I'm being generous today because I'm charging you double the next time you want something from me.

[Oh, the prince knows better alright. He's a genius, it would be an insult to insinuate that there was something so obvious and yet he somehow didn't pick it up. He knows most of Mammon's threats and complaints toward him are just as empty as most of his are regarding the greedy baby. Not when it comes to charging him, of course, because his bank statements show that well enough, but the implication that Mammon would actually want to be left alone is pure bullshit and they both know it.

Money means nothing to Belphegor, it never has. Sure, he took enough from the palace to get by even before he was picked up for Varia, but that was only as a necessity and even then he would overpay people just so they'd ignore the fact that a kid was making such large food payments all alone. And ever since then, there's been no need for him to use anything from his checks he got from working for Varia because anything he wanted, he just bugged Squalo to get for him. And he had every right to. After all, in society's eyes he's still just a kid. Or had been. Though, turning 18 really didn't change him all that much, and despite Squalo's protests for him to buy shit for himself, he also knows the shark won't deny him just as Mammon won't.

So, in short, the only thing he's actually done with his own money over the years has been giving it over to Mammon when the baby would complain and demand compensation for being used as a cuddle toy or source of entertainment. No matter the price, the prince can always pay without even batting an eye.

And yet, even though his smile doesn't falter, pale blue eyes twitch and narrow behind his bangs at the false prince accusation. Mammon gets off far easier than what anyone else would have, especially a certain frog he remembers from another time, but that doesn't mean he's not already plotting revenge for that one.]

So, it's just today you're being so generous? Ushishishi~ That means I should take advantage of it, don't you think?

[And without warning, he pounces. The smaller male is scooped right up, as easily as he would have been if he were still a toddler, and hoisted over Bel's shoulder.]

We're going to get sushi for dinner~

Edited 2015-08-26 00:42 (UTC)

[ Mammon can tell that his insult had struck a nerve, just as he intended to do so. Perhaps it is unwise to take advantage of his ability to get off more easily with calling him a false prince than the others (because yes, he had noticed that he never gets a knife thrown in his direction when he does so), but if Bel is going to keep calling him a baby, then Mammon is not going to hold back. He detested the curse, arguably more so than the rest of the Arcobaleno. The determination and desperation he held was intensely obvious during the Representative Battles. For him, being reminded of the time he spent in that cursed body is one of the greatest insults that he can ever receive.

He had now decided that he would rather brood elsewhere and on his own than continue this conversation any longer. It is nigh impossible to have any sort of serious talk with Bel, and Mammon is being much too stubborn for his own good. This will only escalate until the two actually do decide to go at each other, and the result may be the destruction of the left wing of the building. They never have butt heads enough to initiate such violence, but Mammon is especially tense at the moment, and he doesn't doubt that Bel would retaliate if he made the first move.

He's about to walk out of the room while blatantly ignoring Bel's comment, but as he is about to take a step, a pair of arms encircle him. A noise of shock emits from his throat as Bel effortlessly lifts his body. He squirms a bit, and curses the combination of his short legs and light weight. ]

Mu..I'm not going anywhere.

[Grabbing the stubborn illusionist held quite a few purposes. Mostly because bodily picking Mammon up and carrying him somewhere is so much easier than asking him to go with him and partly because there's satisfaction in annoying him as much as possible right now. But the most important factor is Bel noting just how tense the other really is. People can believe Bel's oblivious and an idiot at times all they want, but Prince the Ripper has much better observation skills out of battle than people give him credit for.]

Too bad Mammon~ You don't get a say in it.

[The cocky brat keeps one arm tight around the illusionist to hold him there for now as he makes his way not out of the building, but to one of his favorite sitting rooms. Of course it's the one with the biggest TV, most of the gaming systems he feels like messing with when he gets bored enough, and a few dart boards that were put there so he'd stop throwing his knives into the walls or paintings. He makes a show of slipping his free hand in his pocket, confident there's no way Mammon's escaping unless he plays dirty, and pulls out a cell phone.

He's got the best, most expensive sushi place in their area on speed dial and Squalo's credit card number memorized. They're set for dinner and whether Mammon likes it or not, they're going to have a talk so Bel can get his answers. For the moment though, he's mostly ignoring any protests in favor of placing an order big enough for at least three. He needs leftovers for later after all.]

[ Way to really make him feel like a rag doll, Belphegor. He makes agitated sounds of disapproval and continuously shifts throughout the entirety of this ordeal. His illusions could easily aid in his freedom, but he instead relies on his own strength. Doing so obviously proves futile because here is he is, still thrown over Bel's shoulder. Physical strength is something that Mammon lacks in. While his body can handle much more than the average person can, he could be regarded as weak when it comes to hand-to-hand combat, so no, he really, really can't get himself down.

The fact that Bel is so overly confident in keeping him from getting away absolutely vexes him, especially because his assumption is correct. Although more peeved than he just previously was, Mammon decides to remain compliant as the other places his order. He exhales with a steady breathe and calms himself. ]

Do you plan on putting me down soon? [ He asks with a leveled voice, a threat lurking if Bel gives him an answer he dislikes. ]

Edited 2015-08-26 05:33 (UTC)

Ushishishi~

[The futile struggling and the inevitable giving up pleases him to no ends. It's what the stupid baby gets for insulting a prince in the first place. Ordering done, cell put away and their destination finally reached, Bel considers for a moment if he should take it a few steps further, just to see how far he can push before Mammon really loses his temper. It's a tempting thought, but a fleeting one. He has to remind himself that as curious and determined as he is to see what's up, the illusionist really is acting strange today.

But instead of setting him back on his feet, Belphegor opts to drop Mammon down on the couch nearest the entertainment system. He doesn't give him too much time to try and pull anything, because he's quickly plopping down right next to him and draping an arm around the smaller male's shoulders to prevent further escape attempts.]

There, you're down~

[Down of course didn't mean actually releasing him to do as he pleases. Mammon should be more specific with his requests next time.]

You're not clever. [ Luckily for Bel, Mammon is somewhat content in this position. If he had been kept in the air any longer, he would have retaliated by finally making use of his own powers. But for now, pleased to be closer to the floor, he stays without a struggle. If Bel wants to have him around while he eats his food and plays his games or does whatever else he intends on doing, so be it.

However, if the other continues to pry, Mammon will be much less agreeable.

He shrugs his shoulders a bit and moves until he's seated more comfortably. With crossed arms, he leans into Bel's side, his focus settling on the wall across the room. It's clear that he's not suddenly going to open up. No, he's much too busy staring at nothing in particular and internally reprimanding himself for screwing himself over. ]

Edited 2015-08-26 06:20 (UTC)

[Screwing himself over seems to be something Mammon's pretty damned talented in, almost as talented as Bel is when it comes to pissing off Squalo for frequent overkill on his missions. But they should really know better by now. If they're going to send the prince on a mission, they should expect a high body count. Sending him on a one target mission, even with supervision, is just asking for a massacre. And he's never once doubted that's exactly what Mammon has always been. Supervision, a babysitter to a blood thirsty kid who doesn't know when to stop killing once he's started. He's noticed most of the others have solo missions, but he can't for the life of him remember a single mission he's been allowed on without Mammon there to keep him in line. Because even though Squalo's practically his mom, that just makes the shark more fun to piss off and fuck with. Out of all of Varia, the only one Bel listens to more than Xanxus is the illusionist and everyone knows it.

Unless of course it's in regards to matters like this, then the prince will get his way come hell or high water. He allows the other to get comfortable, and does a bit of adjusting himself so slip slightly behind him so he can rest his chin on Mammon's head, still pleased at the height difference even with the curse removed.]

So, what's so special about today?

[ A babysitter certainly describes Mammon's role well enough. How ironic considering he was a literal baby himself. Of course he only viewed Bel as a nuisance at first, and he even voiced his discontent, wondering why he in particular had to be the caretaker. It was easy enough to bribe him to continue going on these two person missions, though. While he certainly continued to accept more pay than the others, he eventually found that he didn't mind being in the prince's company. In fact, he came to a point where he much preferred to be around Bel than anyone else.

And that somehow escalated into this.

Even with his hood still covering his head, Mammon automatically looks upwards upon feeling the weight above him. ]

Nothing. [ Well, that isn't a lie. There is nothing special about today. Mammon had blindly decided to make an idiotic move on his part, and that's all there is to it. ]

Edited 2015-08-26 06:48 (UTC)

[Even as a baby, Mammon had always been older and more mature than the rest of them. A fact that Bel could not give a fuck less about when he was younger, because the baby was just a stupid greedy baby who made a good cuddle toy whether he liked it or not. Now ten years later, and Bel likes to think he's grown up a bit despite what people may believe. He doesn't like to show it often, because it's easier and less annoying if people never take him seriously. The worst part, he knows, was about a year prior when they'd gotten those memories from the other timeline.

Memories he'd outright refused to believe as more than nonsense until the others insisted on bringing them up. Memories of his best friend's suicide, the shock that came with it, the denial, the outright refusal to allow him to be replaced. In that regard, he's glad the frog brat ended up with Rokudo. He never wanted him with them to begin with. They still have Mammon, they don't need another illusionist.

Bel barely even realizes that his grin has faded away, and his arm tightening a little unnecessarily around Mammon as he holds him closer. No. He would have killed the frog within a weak if he'd ended up with them. Not just for that smartass mouth, but for everything the stupid shit represents to him. He knows he's not good with emotions, none of them are really. Only Squalo and Lussuria can be considered the most emotionally stable and open out of all of them, and that's pretty fucking sad in itself.

The change in mood only lasts for a few moments at best as he quickly snaps himself out of it, realizing his mind is trailing from the current situation. Said situation being Mammon actually willing to go on a mission with him with no complaints what so ever.]

Then what's wrong?

[That annoying singsong tone is finally gone, replaced with idle boredom and honest curiosity. Maybe if he changes tactics, he'll have better luck cracking through Mammon's stubbornness.]

[ The short silence and the tightening grip doesn't go unnoticed by the illusionist. Who's acting strange now? He cannot help but wonder what's running through Bel's head, and he finds himself close to questioning him. But he refrains, and quietly enjoys the few seconds where they aren't bickering.

When Bel finally speaks up again, Mammon is slightly surprised by the change in tone. Had he been conjuring up a new plan? Is this a trick to draw information from him for the sake of doing so, or, he wonders, does Bel hold genuine interest? Because, in Mammon's perspective, the other tends to want things because he feels entitled. His reluctance mainly derived from Bel's ambiguous motives for questioning him. Does he care, or is he just a brat that feels like that he should know? Perhaps there's a combination of both. Either way, there's something comforting in his words when he speaks calmly.

Fine. Whatever. He'll talk.

Or try to, at least. His mouth hangs open as he searches for the correct words. There's obviously an inward struggle going on here. Through frustration and embarrassment in his inability to be outright, his cheeks burn into a shade of scarlet. Why is this so difficult? It's so easy to tell people how much he loathes them! Is he really this emotionally stunted? How stupid, how weak.

He shifts again, moving to place his hands behind him to thrust himself upwards and to free himself from Bel's arm. Now standing, he whips around to look down at the other while simultaneously pulling off his hood. He's trying, and he has been this whole damn time, and he wants Bel to see that through his knitted brow and twisted scowl. It appears as if he's about to start shouting by the expression taking over his features, but he speaks in the normal, low tone he usually has. ]

I don't hate you.

Wilson didn't often share his feelings with the people around him. Wesley was a different matter. Wilson would die for his most loyal retainer. Instead he would offer gifts, cuff links, dinners and his most recent offering the head of the Russian brother who had insulted them both.

Subtlety wasn't always his forte either.

James lets out a slow breath as they get into the back up car, he pulls his handkerchief from the front of his coat pocket and instead of handing it to Wilson, he wipes the slight smear of blood from Wilson's cheek himself before folding it and returning it to his pocket.

"Take a breath, Sir." He murmurs, sitting a little closer then he normally does. "What can I do for you..."

Wilson leans into the touch and smiles. "You know what I need," he says filling his voice with a deep fondness. "when we get home though...I want the rest of this terrible night to be about relaxation."

James nods leaning back in the seat, his hand resting on Wilson's thigh. "Yes, sir... that sounds like a good idea." He nods easily, as they pull up outside the penthouse.

He had a vague idea of what Wilson wants, these nights usually end up with him not being able to walk the next day in all the best ways, or so fucked out that he doesn't want to get out of bed.

He gets out of the car and straightens his suit and walks with Wilson into the elevator. They aren't very big on PDA in there relationship but he reaches out and bushes his fingers against Wilson's pulling back as the elevator doors open.

Wilson smiles slightly as he walks into the elevator and gestures for Wesley to join him. He lets his own fingers brush against Wesley a little harder as an invitation to do more. Normally he would have been a little rougher about it but he'd bled off his anger with the Russian and he needs something gentler tonight and he senses Wesley does too.

James moves into Wilson's personal space, as they exit the elevator and move into the penthouse, James lock's the front door as they enter and moves to the large closet / dressing room attached to Wilson't bedroom to remove and hang his suit.

When he is down to his boxers he starts to undress his employer slowly, giving the man an easy kiss.

Wilson kisses back enjoying the slow feelings starting to rise in him. He feels the softness of Wesley's lips against his and he moans softly as his clothing falls away revealing muscles and skin ripe for the touching.

James carefully undresses Wilson and puts the items where they are supposed to go, kissing newly exposed flesh as he does.

"How would you like me tonight, Wilson?" He asks switching to the man's given name from Sir, now that they are alone. The switch always stirs something wonderful inside of him.

"On your stomach," Wilson says deepening the kiss, "but first on your knees. I want you to take the edge off by sucking me dry."

James nods and takes off his glasses and sets them on the night table before sinking to his knees hands moving along Wilson's thighs for a moment before leaning in and licking his employer from root to tip before taking the head of the man's cock into his mouth.

Soon his hands move to behind his back out of habit as he works the man with his mouth, enjoying the taste and feel of his lover in his mouth.

Wilson moans softly and decides to give Wesley another gift. "You can touch if you wish," he offers quietly, "tonight is about your needs too my dear Wesley."

James grunts softly and keeps working Wilson's cock with his mouth, one of his own hands going to rub himself, through his boxers, pulling a low groan from James'.

He opens his eyes and looks up at Wilson, groaning around his employers cock, thinking about the things to come.

Wilson smile letting his normally reserved self flow out with his dirty talk. "Oh Wesley I love watching you do this for me. You have such a talented mouth and it's all mine."

Wesley swallows around Wilson's cock as the man speaks to him, the talking used to bother him, not Wilson's talking, but past lovers. There is something about Wilson's voice, and his choice of words.

Wesley stops rubbing himself and pulls off Wilson's cock to take a deep breath licking his swollen lips. "Love pleasing you sir..." He says voice rough from both arousal and sucking Wilson.

( dean is usually the pursuer but lets turn the tables here and make him oblivious. )

[He will pursue so hard, and so angry, and so awkward.]

[Oblivious. She's usually stuck in her books.]

[ Either role is great. ]

[Oblivious but not really oblivious. If there's previous CR, she might turn the tables and be the pursue.]

[well, if you're going to use that picture... either/or!]

[Could do either role, with a good motivation ~~especially someone not likely to get killed by being around her~~.]

Edited 2015-08-26 09:11 (UTC)

[Oblivious is oblivious]

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