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This love has taken it's toll on me

ANOTHER LOVE MEME

Another love meme with multiple options to choose from! Is your love going to be easy? Sexy? Maybe just downright weird.

1. Post. Name, series, and preferences go in the subject! This meme is especially good for tagging people you don't know or trying crossovers you've always wanted to test out.
2.Go to RNG and roll 1-6 for a scenario type, then 1-10 for a scene.
3. ???
4. Profit!!!

_{.scene type.
1. sweet
2. fiery
3. frosty
4. doomed
5. freaky
6. sex

Prompts behind the cut}

.sweet.
1. appreciation → show appreciation for your lover! With words, a look, or whatever your choice way to display affection is!
2. cuddling → nothing wrong with a day of cuddling...
3. vacation → you're on a vacation! Wherever you want to be. Road trip, amusement park, Grand Canyon, etc.
4. family → you're visiting family! Maybe they find out about your relationship, maybe they already know, or however you want to play it out! Maybe you've got news you're starting a family by getting pregnant, adopting, or even getting a new pet.
5. acceptance → someone who disapproved of your relationship before suddenly approves. How's that feel to you and your lover?
6. surprise → you've planned a surprise! What is it?
7. date → first date, second date, hundredth date, etc. What are you doing for it?
8. candy → nothing like sharing candy or sweets with someone you love, right?
9. reunited → it's been awhile since you've seen each other and nothing can ruin this moment.
10. wildcard → your choice, combine, or make something up!

.fiery.
1. passionate → your love is heated and passionate.You've never wanted your lover's company quite like this before.
2. drawn together → no matter how you try to not need or be around each other, you're always drawn together.
3. make up → you've been fighting and now it's time to actually make peace.
4. stand tall → people oppose you or your relationship, but as long as you've got each other, you can deal.
5. in control → you're in control here and you need to remind your lover of that.
6. desperate → you're desperate for your lover's company.
7. jealousy → you're worried your lover isn't being faithful to you or is spending too much time with someone else. How do you deal? Or maybe they're just better than you in everyway and you know they'll realize it eventually.
8. keep up → sometimes you or your lover don't think you can keep up with the other and you're kind of worried. Or maybe you want to prove you.
9. mark up → you've got a desire to mark your lover through hickeys, jewelry, or tattoos. You want everyone to know they're taken.
10. wildcard → your choice, combine, or make something up!

.frosty.
1. uncommitted → you're not actually in a relationship. You just use each other. Or that's how one of you is starting to feel anyway.
2. last choice → You or your lover is an absolute last choice and you can't even pretend they're not.
3. anonymous → you don't know each other, you just meet up for anonymous hook ups. Maybe one isn't satisfied with that anymore.
4. fight → you're in a fighting mood.
5. cheating → you're cheating on your lovers with each other, either for love or for vengeance, or whatever else you can think of.
6. unloved → you really hate the person you're with, but you can use them in some useful way so you stick it out.
7. doubts → you're doubting yourself, your relationship, everything.
8. brush off → you or your lover is consistently brushing off your love or advances for some reason. What's the deal?
9. silent treatment → you're so mad, you can't even be around or talk to the other person.
10. wildcard → your choice, combine, or make something up!

.doomed.
1. forced → you or your lover is forcing the other to stay with them, manipulating them and threatening them to stay.
2. blackmailed → neither of you want to be together, but someone has you by the short hairs, so you just have to buck up.
3. cheated → you or your lover has cheated on the other. Was it a one time thing, a mistake, or is it because they fell in love? Maybe they were just angry or petty.
4. hate → you're both downright hated and hunted for being together, ridiculed and outcast.
5. break up → it's time to break it off, whether you want to or not.
6. porno → your relationship has been a secret until some random photos or videos of you and your lover show up in the mail. Are they trying to scare you? Is it a threat?
7. lies → your relationship is built on absolute lies.
8. betrayal → you've betrayed each other in some horrible way and it's time to fess up.
9. no trust → you or your lover don't trust each other due for some reason. Can a relationship survive this?
10. wildcard → your choice, combine, or make something up!

.freaky.
1. dreams → you're not actually with the other person, but you have drawn them into your dream and they get to see all the filthy or fluffy things you do together in them. How do your eact when it's all over?
2. doll → you're entirely under the control of your lover. If they tell you to move, you move, if they tell you to undress, you undress.
3. ghost → you've died, but you get one last encounter with your lover... or encounters.
4. demon → you're no longer human, you're a demon through and through. You're going to use that person you care about however you please.
5. sleeping beauty → you've fallen into a coma and the only thing that can awaken you is a kiss or more from your lover.
6. pod person → you may look the same, act the same, but you're not and your lover knows it.
7. curse → you were cursed somehow, either with horrible luck or into a different form, or whatever you can come up with. How do you and your lover deal?
8. drugged → looks like someone at that party might have slipped you something. Either your lover has to rescue you or you're all over them in a very public place.
9. forbidden → yours is a forbidden love and it must be kept secret.
10. wildcard → your choice, combine, or make something up!

.sex.
1. rough → you want it rough and hard tonight. Bites, scratches, bruises, etc.
2. toys → you want to try some props tonight... toys or fuzzy handcuffs.
3. first time → it's your first time together or first time entirely.
4. bondage → more extreme. You're tied up, used, forced to orgasm, whatever.
5. make up → make up sex is the best sex.
6. extreme → extreme like blood play or fisting.
7. threesome/moresome → you're confident enough in your relationship to share on occasion, if you're both there. Either invite another player in or include an NPC.
8. public → you're feeling a little wild so why not a blowjob under the tablecloth in a restaurant or sex in the car?
9. interrupted → oh yes, oh yes, oh--who the hell is that watching us?!
10. wildcard → your choice, combine, or make something up!

[credit goes to mememaker @ LJ]

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[Rikuo, big green romancing machine that he is, has made use of the fact that he is amphibious to get his love a big sack of stuff from the surface. By big, I mean he has basically cleared out a house.]

I thought you would like these.

[From the look on Ariel's face, Rikuo has hit the right buttons.]

I can't believe it! I've never seen some of these things before.

[LOOK AT THAT CLOCK. IS THAT A TINY BIRD IN IT?]

I love them!

[Whilst normally quite stoic, he's a big softy at heart and so bursts into a smile. And indulges in his habit of posing oddly, this time covering his cheeks in the opposite hands.]

I'm not sure all of it will last very long under water, but so long as you enjoy it while you can, I consider it a successful outing.

As long as I get to see them, it's enough.

[Beaming, and she's going to launch herself into an underwater hug.]

Thank you so much!

[His dorsal fin collapses to his body the moment she dives for him, to make sure her arms can get around him. Because he's sure as heck getting his around her.]

It has already been repaid in full, hee-hee!

[Here, have a heart-shaped box of candies, just kind of shoved at you :D]

So. Thanks. For the girl's night out thing. Yeah.

[The force of having a heart-shaped something shoved into her chest causes the younger girl to stumble back a little. But when she regains her balance and sees what Artemis gave her, she grins.]

If this is how you say 'thanks', we should go out together more often.

[There's a relieved sort of laugh and then Artemis smirks back.]

If you can promise more explosions and property damage, I'm in.

[She unravels the pretty bow wrapped around the box, opening it to reveal a very nice selection. Taking the middle piece for herself, she holds out the box to Artemis in offering.]

For you? Always.

Are you feeling any better, by the way? About...you know?

[Of course Artemis takes one. She takes a bite, gives a little dismissive wave.]

About Harm? I guess. Kind of wish I could have gotten a few more punches in on his stupid face.

You were around Greta more than me. How are you after all that?

[Together, they munch and reminisce.]

Doing pretty okay on my end. It was just...so sad.

I was kind of... thinking of going back and giving her some flowers.

That would be a nice gesture.

Would you mind if I came with?

I was. Um.

Kind of hoping you would...

I'd be glad to.

We can stop by one of the local florists along the way. Get her a really nice bouquet.

[Don't mind Artemis, she's just grabbing for another one of the chocolates.]

See, this is why you need to permanently be on the team.

[She doesn't mind at all]

I see how it is. You just want me for my chocolate.

...chocolate that you just gave me, no less.

Chocolate, moral support, all that girly stuff.

All that, huh?

You really know how to make a girl feel special.

If I said, and a bag of chips, would that be way too corny?

Well, you are pretty special. To, you know, the team. And. Everyone.

[A small chuckle] I don't mind.

You're special too, Artemis.

Maybe if I was Wally I'd commit but I just don't think I can do that to you. Or the world.

[She might be blushing now. A little. Ignore her pls :|] Thanks...

The world's loss, I suppose.

[She sees the blush and absolutely does not ignore her.] ...are you blushing?

No! [This is a blatant lie, but she's no strangers to those] You must be seeing things. Eat your candy.

You so are!

[Forget the candy!]

Something I said?

You are an evil, evil person.

[But it's okay, that's one of the things Artemis likes about Zatanna.]

Compliments will get you nowhere.

Seriously, though. What is it?

[Ughhhh she hates this whole OPEN and TRUTHFUL thing, it's difficult and goes against everything she stands for.]

Nothing bad. Just.

Sometimes people blush.

[It's easy enough to deal with when you're getting someone else to talk about truths. Especially truths about feelings.]

Yeah. For a reason.

You know how many times I've given someone candies? In a box shaped like a heart?

None. None times.

What's Candy got to do with--

[And it clicks]

...o-oh.

[Instant regret is what goes here, and it's all Artemis can do to not smack herself in the forehead for how dumb that was. Why break years and years of training and be all- honest.

She kind of wants to bury herself in a hole now.]

Yes. That's- [Nope, she's got nothin]

Yes.

[Words were kind of failing them both at the moment; Zatanna had certainly never found herself in this kind of position before. Then again, she had always been a girl of action. Living in the moment.]

[And this moment told her to take a step forward and plant a sweet kiss on Artemis' cheek. Soft and fleeting. Telling nothing, really, aside from the fact that she was anything but offended by the unspoken confession.]

[That blush? It's totally back in force now. Artemis has been kissed before, sure- naked fun time and all- but that kind of kiss? Not so much. This whole thing is new and different and scary, but it's all in a good way. The whole just leaves her feeling sort of warm.

Artemis reaches for Zatanna's hand, just kind of holding it lightly while she flashes her a soft little smile.]

[The chocolate is carefully discarded on a nearby table so Zatanna can place her other hand over their clasped ones. Staring up with the most reassuring look she could give.]

Feel better?

[Artemis actually meets her eyes, which is a newer type of thing. Her fingers link with Zatanna's a little more securely and she gives a firm nod.]

Definitely yes.

[She could've been squeezing their fingers until knuckles turned white, and Zatanna might not have noticed.]

I'm glad.

And...thank you for telling me.

Well- You kind of made me. Which was probably good.

Let's just not tell Robin, hmm? I'd probably have to fight him for you and I don't really feel like kicking his butt again.

~~Even if it was just that one time~~

[Zatanna almost wished she hadn't brought up Robin right then. Feelings were confusing enough as it is right now without having been reminded she and Robin sort of had a thing. But she knew Artemis was just trying to make light of their own thing, and as such, decided to return the favor:]

Is that so?

And just what exactly would I be getting in return for my silence?

Hmm. Well, chocolates, obviously. And, um.

[Artemis leans in, presses a soft kiss to Zatanna's cheek in return. She's sort of been itching to do that since Zatanna made the first move and man, definitely a thing she could get used to.]

Things like that. Jewelry. Motor cycle rides. You name it.

I think we can do one better.

[Contrary to outward appearances, Zatanna genuinely had no idea what she was doing. Not that this had ever stopped her before. Living life to the fullest sometimes meant experimenting a little. Testing the waters.]

[But that didn't stop her from smiling as she reached up for another kiss, this time pressing her lips against Artemis's. Just to see what happened.]

[When Artemis woke up this morning, if you'd asked her what her plans for the day had been, kissing Zatanna?

Definitely not on the list.

She generally didn't like surprises but if they were more like this, she had a feeling she might be a little more open to the idea. Carefully, very softly, Artemis kisses back, the hand not still holding Zatanna's rising to touch the other girl's cheek softly.]

[Just like most ideas born out of her impulsiveness, Zatanna decided she liked this. A lot. And when she felt Artemis's hand gently cupping her cheek, she knew the feeling was mutual.]

[She pulled away just enough to give a low 'hmm' of amusement.]

Very persuasive.

[The feeling is definitely mutual, which is made clear when Artemis lets out a little sigh of contentment when Zatanna pulls away.]

Well, I can't take all the credit for that one.

50/50. After all, the best performances require equal amounts from both parties.

Hey, I'm all about team efforts these days.

[And she definitely is still holding Zatanna's hand, not quite ready to give that up yet.]

[Zatanna lets you hold it for as long as you want, girl]

I've been growing pretty fond of the notion myself.

[What if she never lets go though :|]

You ought to let us kidnap you again. I know you miss Wolf.

[Then they'll just have to remain glued to the hand forever, I guess. :|]

You can kidnap me anytime you like.

...how is Wolf?

[What a terribly sad prospect :|]

You say that like you wouldn't just come with me willingly.

Wolf is good. He ate part of the couch the other day though. And one of Black Canary's boots. She is not happy.

That's true.

Poor Wolf. Clearly, Wally needs to learn to share food more.

Wally? Share food? [Artemis rolls her eyes, then reaches out to lay her hand against Zatanna's forehead.] You must be ill if you're saying things like that.

[The older girl's hand does feel cool against her forehead. Nicer than it logically should have, too.]

I must be. What was I thinking?

[There's a little bit of a caress there too, just because she can do that now.]

It's M'gann you want to beg food from. She's gotten pretty good at cookies.

[There's a little bit of leaning into the caresses too, just because.]

I never beg.

[Encouraged, Artemis leans in for another quick kiss, her lips pressing lightly to Zatanna's for just a moment.]

I don't think you'd have to, personally.

[Meets this kiss again. Discouraging nothing.]

Is that a fact?

[She reaches up to stroke Zatanna's face again.]

With a face like this? Definitely a fact.

... Well that sounded like something Wally would say.

It does.

I think you've been spending too much time with him lately. We should fix that.

And how exactly would we go about doing that?

Also, you sound jealous and to be honest, it's kind of adorable.

Please. I don't do jealous.

Good.

So, Miss Zatanna, it sounded like you were trying to ask me out on a date.

And if I was?

Then I'd say you should probably pick me up at the cave sometime.

[That's normal, right? Telling people to find you where you WORK and not where you actually LIVE. Right?]

[Since when do any of them actually do anything normal, anyway?]

I think I could manage that.

Especially if it means seeing the looks on the others' faces.

[There is now a giant grin on her face.]

This needs to happen immediately. See, there's yet another reason I love having you around. You're just dastardly, you know that?

Oh, I know.

...now that I think about it, twenty bucks says Wally outright faints.

I don't think I can bet against that, it's kind of inevitable. I'll raise you ten that he gets a nose bleed first though.

You know what? I don't think he'll remain conscious long enough. You're on.

[Artemis sticks her hand out] Shake on it?

[She very happily shakes hands with Artemis, sealing the deal]

[Again, Artemis keeps her hand.]

So will this be your typical dinner and a movie thing? Or will you take me to all the nicest crime areas to beat up some people?

Only for the nicest for you, girl.

I might actually swoon, you know.

Please don't.

Not until I get some pillows ready, at least. Then you can swoon to your heart's content.

Now this date involves pillows, huh? Do you have something up your sleeve, Zatanna?

That would be telling.

... Can we go out like right now, then? The suspense will kill me and I'm not a huge fan of surprises.

Think you can give me a few seconds to change?

Considering it will literally only take you a few seconds?

Sure.

[She takes a step back, holding her hands out as she murmurs one of her usual changing spells:]

Sserd em ni a efilthgin kool~!

[A guest of wind, and a few drags of smoke later, and she is all dressed for the nightlife: dark pants, lavender halter top, thick black boots, and her hair pulled into a high ponytail.]

All set.

That is never not impressive. [And from the Looks Artemis is giving, she is definitely impressed.

You'll just have to deal with my super chic crime fighting outfit, all my clothes are at home. I'll try not to cramp your style.

Hey, it works for me.

So...motorcycles or should we walk it out this time?

[Artemis considers this for a moment. The pros of the motorcycles are obvious: they'd be faster, for one thing.

But if they walk, there could feasibly be more of this hand holding that Artemis is really coming to enjoy, plus talking and also maybe some kisses. And no one likes helmet hair. The winner is clear in her book.]

I say walk.

((ooc: I have to head to bed now but I will definitely tag you back tomorrow if you want to keep going with this. I'm loving these two, they are most certainly tied for my otp <3))

[All excellent points, and reasons why Zatanna is quick to agree.]

Well, then. Follow me.

I know just the place~

((ooc: No problem! I can keep going more or less until we run out of ideas and the thread starts winding down.))

[When Ginji enters his office, he finds his desk has been completely cleared, the paperwork and files replaced by a tea set, sandwiches and cake- and a slightly sheepish looking Morita standing behind it.

He looks a little awkward as Ginji enters- maybe this wasn't such a good idea...]

Surprise? [clears throat] You've been working so hard and... well, I never see you eat, Gin-san. I thought you might need a break.

[... well. Tea for two in the middle of his office isn't what Ginji expects to see on a Thursday morning. A crying man, perhaps. A concerned yakuza or two. But not cake, and certainly not Morita acting as maître d'.]

I'm definitely surprised, Morita-kun. You've succeeded in that respect. [Truthfully he's, for once, at a loss for words.] Where did this come from?

[He didn't laugh. That's the important thing. It's easier when he looks so taken aback- it's an unusual enough expression for the other man that Morita feels a little more confident.]

Well... I bought the cakes and sandwiches myself and the plates are Yasuda-san's and... uh... the tea set is... mine...

[Ahem.]

You own a tea set? [Ginji considers that for a moment in silence, staring searchingly at Morita from across the office for several painfully long moments- and then he shrugs.] Yes, you would.

[He walks over to the desk as though he were approaching a crime scene, letting his fingers trail along the edge of the desk.] Nothing matches, of course. You're still a little rough around the edges, aren't you?

[That silence nearly kills him- and the conclusion Ginji draws at the end of it does nothing to soften the blow. "Yes, you would". Why does he have to be so neutral when he says it? Is it good thing? What kind of man does he think would own a tea set?

And yet, Morita's not even the slightest bit surprised when he starts analysing the desk as well.]

... sorry. [If he sounds a little absent, it's because he's watching Ginji intently. And, to be honest, he's kind of put out.] I've just had it a long time- I guess I'm kind of attached to it.

[Ginji chuckles, and this time his tone is undeniably affectionate. Likely, it was one of the first things Morita bought himself after leaving the orphanage.] I thought that might be the case.

Now. [He smiles across at Morita, endlessly knowing.] Am I allowed to sit at my own desk?

Alois.

[Souta pats his lap. He smiles happily over to the boy, waiting for him to come to him. Almost like a dog; though he'd never compare sweet Alois to something so low as an animal. That's just awful.]

Sit on my lap, will you?

[ it's his name being called that catches his attention first, of course; he peeks over, curiously. then, at the request, smiles a little himself. he stands, before smoothing palms over his shorts and shuffles over to perch sideways, with knees dangling, upon souta's lap. ]

What is it? [ he asks, twirling strands of pink around a small finger. ]

[Ahh, this is bliss. His arms instantly snake around Alois' body and he pulls him even closer, sighing in happiness. He grins, shaking his head a bit.]

I just wanted to hold you close. Is that strange?

[Souta opens his eyes and looks at him, tilting his head just a tad. Hands roam a little bit, skirting over his shorts and looking down. He admires Alois' outfit and his body, humming in approval.]

Hum, [ it's a pretend sound of consideration, then he shakes his head. ] No. It isn't strange at all.

[ he exhales and leans in to rest against him, kicking one stockinged foot slightly upward. shoulder nestles snugly against torso, and with faintly curled lips alois returns affection with fingertips pressing over souta's stomach, before smoothing around his side. ] It's really nice, that's what.

[His eyes follow the kick, taking it as a cue to run his hand shamelessly down and over his leg. Souta chuckles, feeling Alois' fingertips and breathing in, appreciating the returned affection. He can't help but squeeze the leg he plays with, trailing down and over his thigh.]

I'm glad you think so. You deserve to be held and lavished in affection.

[Dipping his hand, he pulls it away discreetly, an arm still draped around the boy's waist.] You're so beautiful, Alois. Almost good enough to eat.

[ at this, his lips pinch, the lower coming out in the tiniest of pouts. he shifts, moving now so that he may straddle those pretty thighs of his over souta's hips. he rests thin forearms and tiny wrists over his shoulders, and lightly laces his fingers into his hair. ] You deserve it just as much—more, even. You're positively wonderful.

[ ah, compliments always make his stomach singe with self-disgust, but it isn't at all detectable in the endearing way he smiles and quietly giggles. ] Not nearly as lovely as you, Doctor. You look like a princess kissed a primrose and it turned into a prince.

[He doesn't notice it at all, simply chuckling in delight. His hands grip the boy's wonderful thighs, sliding upward as he caresses and sits in Alois' presence. Souta hums more, leaning in to kiss at his smooth skin, ghosting his lips over his neck.]

Oh? That's a new one. Clever, clever.

[Up his hands go some more. The doctor grips the boy's hips, kissing at his neck and giving the slightest bite. He brushes up a bit to murmur close into his ear, voice soft.]

But, I must admit, I do like physical displays of affection more. Don't you? Words can only get a person so far.

[ all this attention to soft thighs makes him feel restless, a mixture of bliss and terrible things. how pleasing it is, and yet isn't he awful for allowing it to carry on so? that thought causes retaliation in himself, he clamps his legs with mute earnest around souta's own.

the barest 'ah' lets at the sensation of the other's teeth, and his eyelashes flutter down to rest upon his cheeks. he sighs out a bit. ] Yes, that's true.

[ he cards his fingers into souta's hair, then slides palm down the back of his neck, spinal column, and shoulder blades. eyes crack open, and with his free hand he tiptoes fingertips along his abdomen. ] How shall I show you how much you mean to me? What do you want most?

[He's a terrible man for doing this. His hands snake downward, groping at his ass, and he can't help but need more. Souta had simply wanted to cuddle before, to hold Alois in his arms and let the boy rest against him. It's so difficult to concentrate on innocent things when the boy is so desirable in his eyes. How sick of him.

He breathes in calmly, amused and definitely adoring every reciprocated touch. He pulls away to look at the little blond prince (which he is in only his eyes).]

Touch me in return. Tell me how everything feels, what you want. That's all I want from you.

[ with that grope, the boy raises up in response for a blink of a moment, stomach and chest leaning into the body before him. ] I like when you touch me, Doctor Souta. [ a half lie. it's hard to enjoy anything thoroughly when you harbor such disdain for yourself, the filthy pliant curves, the black heart, and vulgar soul. ]

It always feels so nice, [ quietly, as he flattens his hand on the man's waist to glide and massage down to the outside of his leg, as close to his knee as he can reach, before running it back up. he bites down on a corner of his own bottom lip, before daring to squeeze the inside of the doctor's thigh. an adventurous test. ]

[His eyes are trained on the boy in front of him, every touch like electricity running through his veins. His hands grope and squeeze where they're still placed, fingers dipping and rubbing light circles over the material of his shorts. Souta listens to him intently, breathing in sharply at the squeeze.]

Is that right? Where does it feel best?

[He gives one last squeeze before he moves over those thighs again, dipping so his thumbs could run circles on the insides of both of them. His hand comes dangerously close to the front, but he moves away to move up his chest, playing with the outfit absentmindedly. Souta wants to hear more and see more, but first, there are things that must be taken off.]

Undress yourself for me. You can leave the stockings on, if you so wish.

[ for an instant, alois' insides begin to coil themselves with anticipation, but ah, the doctor's hand retreats, and they're stuck not unwinding, but neither coiling any tighter. simply taught, pricking, causing an unmistakable thirst within him. at souta's instruction, with a quivering inhalation, alois slips from his lap to stand less than a foot before him. then fingers and thumbs draw up to push the first pearly, polished button from the top of his blouse. he works his way down, undoing one after the other, and all the time never looks away, only watches souta's expression through long golden lashes.

the ruffle trimmed blouse slips from dainty shoulders and wrists, and then the boy is unfastening his shorts, before letting them drop around his ankles unceremoniously. what's left is a petite creature, who's slender shape and undeniably femininely plump hips and thighs are always poorly obscured with articles chosen to keep it covered. he's left the lace trimmed thigh-highs, and the frilly trimmed undergarment intended for girls (which also do a wretched job of obscuring). out of the shorts he steps, before hooking thumbs into the most intimate piece of clothing, and slowly draws them down his own legs, bending to help them over his knees, and then rises up to free them off an ankle. ]

Better? [ he asks, face tilted as he stands virtually stitch-less and white skinned in front of the doctor. ]

Edited 2012-02-12 20:11 (UTC)

[Souta leans back, taking in the show with his red eyes, not leaving Alois' body for a second. His hand comes to free himself out of his white jacket, tossing it carelessly over an arm on the sofa. He doesn't do anything else, too enraptured with the boy's show, his eyes taking in every detail. Beautiful. The creature before him is so beautiful. Angelic, maybe. With hair so golden and eyes so blue, what else could the doctor compare him to?

He licks his lips, shamelessly drinking it all up, the images and the boy's body getting the warmth to pool in his stomach. His eyes narrow a bit. Smirking, he brings his fingers to undo the buttons on his shirt. Watching Alois always made him far too hot. He wants to join in the boy's state of undress, anyway, wanting to feel his smooth body against his. The boy's little movements of getting the undergarments amuses him greatly, and once he stands up fully, the doctor grins more.]

Much better.

[Buttons come undone quickly and he shrugs out of the white shirt he wore, setting it next to the coat. Black pants remain, but they won't for long.]

Take these off. Then, I can go back to giving you all the affection you deserve.

[ alois gives the barest amused hum and approaches, stepping that tiny space closer, once again. for better leverage, he lowers himself to his knees, then reaches to undo the top button of souta's black trousers, next comes zipper, and finally the boy lifts up a bit to slip a few fingers under the waist band. with pale blue eyes secretively fixated on vivid red ones, he starts to work the doctor's pants down his hips, soft fingers and palms slipping deliberately across skin. ]

[He lifts his hips up to help Alois, a hand coming to touch and play with his blond hair. He hums in approval, watching him work delicately, the slightest of touches to his skin a jolt to Souta. He threads through his soft hair, unashamed to show how much he was straining in his boxers.]

Your fingers are so soft, Alois.

[ he smiles to himself a little first, then to souta when he peers back up. ] Do you like them? [ quaint and curiously, as he tugs those pants free. and, then he rests his stomach against the front of the sofa, crosses one ankle over the other behind him, and gingerly runs fingernails up one side of a leg before pressing and smoothing back to fingers. the other hand dares to go up the opposite leg, on the inside, and slips the tips of its fingers under the hem of those boxers, further, further, futher. slow, too, of course, until finally a thin knuckle can brush itself against the velvety flesh underneath. ]

No. I love them. I love every part of you.

[Perhaps he's just exaggerating. Souta lets him take his time, watching with excitement in his eyes as the boy touches and teases, his stomach clenching and his heart beating in anticipation. His hand slips, coming to caress and rest on one of Alois' cheeks, gentle and smooth as he dotes on the boy. His hands come to play with shoulders, smoothing over him as he focuses on keeping himself calm.]

[ loving something as despicable as himself has to be mercy or pity only, both maybe. then again, love of a body is much different than loving the garbage underneath. as for alois, he's horribly, and sometimes painfully, fond of the doctor, but there is nothing so terrifying as love. the fickleness of it. the fleetingness. the way it deserts and abandons. no, if he does love him, he'll keep it locked behind teeth.

besides, hadn't the doctor only just said himself it's better to show than tell? ]

You're so good to me, [ he murmurs, hoisting himself, and in the same instant that he wraps a little hand around that straining member, he very gently presses his lips against souta's own. he kisses sweet, and softly, and squeezes his fingers around the shaft, sliding hand up to the tip. ]

[His eyes watch the boy intently, looking for a semblance of a reaction. He'll pretend it goes over his head for now, pretend that he's impeccable at fooling him. Souta smirks, pushing upward toward the soft, tiny hand as it wraps around him. His lips follow Alois', a hand to the back of his head as he brings him in closer. He does his best to match the boy's sickeningly sweet kiss, though he himself is more of a rough kisser.

Deepening it slowly, he brings his hand down to join the other as it goes over the boy's smooth skin. He goes to his rear and squeezes again, separates and squeezes some more. His breathing comes in shakily against plush lips as the boy works his fingers just right over his length, and so he rewards him with gentler caresses. Souta slides his tongue against Alois' mouth, but he doesn't ask for entrance, as he's pulling away and kissing at his neck and shoulders, hands smoothing up his back.]

Where would I be without you?

[ eyes close themselves slow as the kiss is gently returned. he makes the pace around souta's cock quicker, little by little, and effortlessly. experience had knuckles knowing exactly where best to tighten themselves as that hand glides up and down, down and up. the soft tip of his thumb brushes over the slit, nudges the head affectionately. and, he too, takes in breaths that are in part whimpering and part trembling while hands grope his little ass. he sighs out deeply when lips venture to his neck, and the slim muscles under skin ache and tighten themselves pleasantly with the sensation of hands running up them.

the tiny giggle he lets is partially breathless. ] Probably getting a lot more work done.

[He groans quietly as the boy picks up the pace. It leaves him needing more, but he shows that with how his hips move in response to the stroking. Souta rakes his teeth over soft skin, chuckling against it and working his hands back down, going over his chest, thumbs rolling over nipples just briefly before dipping down. To return the favor, he slides his hand to Alois' cock, taking it and stroking gently, slowly. Another groan and he sucks on flesh briefly before kissing up to his neck, over the boy's jaw.]

Enjoying yourself, aren't you?

[ he draws in the tiniest breath and manages to resist quivering, even with delight, when souta's thumbs come to pass over certain hypersensitive places. he can't resist, however, once souta takes hold of him. there's a pause in his own stroking, and the boy curves slightly forward with a vaguely open-mouthed hum of appreciation. it would be a lie to say he isn't enjoying himself, every little thing gradually makes him feel hotter and hotter.

before answering, he wets his own lips tentatively. ]

It's your fault; your hands are much too nice.

I'll gladly take the blame.

[He squeezes gently, kissing his cheek with affection. Souta slowly pumps him, thumbing over the head, mimicking how the boy stroked him. He reaffirms his grip and moves his hand a bit faster, his other hand placed on a hip and squeezing gently.]

I want you to stop touching me for a bit. Move toward my hand. Let me see and feel every reaction of yours.

[ despite all the tingling, the tiny pleasurable pinpricks caused by souta's touch, the instruction makes him still an obscenely amount considering the situation. his heartbeat quickens, and his shoulders feel locked. he's thinking about how honest it will make him, how a thousand times more nude and vulnerable he'll become. he's not meant to to not touch, that's not how this is done. it's him who diligently works at pleasing someone else. he's never had anyone tell him to do this. 'touch here, more of that, move this way,' but never to quit, even for a moment, touching them.

a shuddering breath lets. he thinks about curling, about pulling souta's hair for asking it, and also about how happy he wants to make souta. and, if souta wants it, then the latter will have to win over every other frightened need, won't it?

he swallows a little, wills himself not to think about the apparent differences, and closes his eyes to hide himself as best he can away. hiding and displaying, contradicting in the same moment. then, he does as told, and shifts forward to pump himself against the doctor's hand. the movement, that grip itself, combine to make sigh out contentedly. he pulses intently in those fingers, before slowly sliding back, then forward once more.

habit makes him stop suddenly, and his face is a little pinker, fingers brace himself against sofa cushions. the strain of his heart makes him sigh again as he shakes his head, eyes downcast. ]

[Nothing pleases him more than breaking Alois down. Well, almost nothing else pleases him more. He strokes the hip where his hand had been, letting go so the boy could move. He gives an encouraging squeeze, eyes downward so he can watch those hips move, then upward so he can see the boy's face. Is he humiliated? Just embarrassed? Does it sicken him to move like this, ordered as though he were some pet? Souta has to wonder, has to analyze the situation. He can practically feel his heartbeat as his cock pulses against his fingers.

It's enough to make him grin more. He pumps him as a reward for making the effort, slides his palm up and down the shaft, dipping past his balls and to his ass. Caressing and kneading, he gives the lightest tap before putting his hand back in place.]

It's all right. Just let go of whatever it is that's holding you back.

[Souta murmurs quietly near his ear, hoping to encourage him more. While he does love forcing the boy into situations he would rather not be in, loves breaking him down a bit, he also loves building him back up, building him anew. He loves changing him into something more fit to his tastes. He wants to tear down what someone else has done to the poor thing and make everything his. It may seem futile and impossible, but Souta believes things are only impossible because someone else deems it to be so. If he thinks it's possible, it most certainly is possible.]

Everything is all right, you see? Relax and let go.

[ souta's hand slips further between his legs and alois takes a gasp in, while the small of his back curves faintly and his thighs, for a brief moment, shiver the smallest amount. his mouth feels dry, and so he swallows again, apprehensively and it's all he can manage for a reply when souta speaks close to his ear, softly reassuring. the things that hold him back he can't stop thinking of, he can't let go of, and its why his cheeks remain slightly rose colored.

but, he is an adaptable thing, isn't he? if he's to be preferable, he has to be obedient no matter what he's feeling or thinking. it's this knowledge and souta's encouragement, his presence, and alois reminding himself of it, that have the boy shifting hips forward once more. the first few rocks are slow, doubtful, maybe a little experimental, but the warmth of souta's hand and the friction grow to be too much.

soon, he's pumping himself into the doctor's grip responsively. for all his reacting, however, thoughts aren't so easily banished. he is humiliated. he doesn't want to be watched, and so he keeps his eyes locked on souta's legs, his own wrists, souta's arousal. anywhere but red eyes. ]

[Perfect. Souta only grins more and he allows Alois to take his time to adjust, coaxing him with slight squeezes and strokes of his fingers. He watches those hips, watches every movement and every shiver that goes through his body. He moves his palm against him, tightens his grip a little bit. The doctor reaches his free hand to stroke himself, needing to take the edge off the arousal he was feeling from watching the boy.]

That's it. Good boy.

[He squeezes the base of his own cock and strokes slowly, focusing on how he moves his hand against the boy's. He moves a little faster, but not by much.]

[ in spite of the shame, the sick unmoving lump at his collar bone that comes with it, alois keeps moving. he keeps pleasuring himself against the doctor's hand, watching soundlessly as souta squeezes even himself. that helps, even more than spoken approval, because it's seeing this which lets him know without a doubt that he's managing to delight the flower haired man before him. his skin warms with the copulation of desire and embarrassment just under the surface of it.

he has to keep his mouth scarcely open for better breathing. each passing moment, he quivers more, his entirety, and his cock strains threateningly in that hand. shakily, head bowing down further, he speaks, ] i- if I keep going, I'll ...

[These are just the reactions he wanted. Souta squeezes more, strokes and watches as his hips move back and forth in tiny thrusts. He listens to every quivering, shaky breath, feeling his body quiver as well. It's all so delightful.]

You'll... come? Go ahead. I said to let go, didn't I?

[His hand moves faster still, needing to get the boy to his climax. It's a desire and it consumes the doctor, his red eyes trained downward, the hand on his own cock stopping as it becomes all about the boy's release again. It furthers his arousal and desire in return, so it isn't all a selfless act. No, it was far more selfish than it could be selfless.]

[ reluctance, again, a flicker of it. what else can be done, though? for a remarkable few minutes longer, alois restrains himself. the doctor may have expressed permission, but there is still something foreign and bothersome about being the only one, or more, not having the doctor get off first.

he's young, though, and only human, only capable of so much. so, those few minutes pass, his thrusting becomes jerky, less rhythmic and more desperate. his thighs lock, his abdomen tightens, and with the smallest of whimpers he comes. little droplets of heated white trickling out of him, down souta's fingers and wrist, as the boy, trembling, slows down. he's panting. ]

[His hand only moves faster while Alois gets closer and closer to his edge, up until the boy is past it and spilling himself over his hand. He squeezes and moves his hand to pump out every drop, guiding him through the orgasm and watching the boy's flushed face, listening to every deep and shaky inhale. Souta slows his hand down while the boy's hips slow, and only pulls away once he's completely stopped. Bringing his hand up, he licks off all of the sticky release, his own arousal throbbing in need.

In due time, he'd have Alois tend to it. Right now, his tongue was busy cleaning his hand off, swallowing down the boy's taste and relishing in it. He hums in approval, wipes him clean and lifts him up to hold him close with ease. He rubs his back, strokes his hair. He works to calm him down, as if comforting him.]

Wasn't so hard, was it?

[ catching his breath, willing his heart to beat slower and more steadily, alois makes very certain not to watch as the doctor licks his hand. it's difficult to feel as though you're not grappling for some semblance of control in moments like these, bleary with afterglow of release. souta lifting him surprises him more than he'd like, than it would have ordinarily, and he gasps a little when he does, at last, look up at him.

despite the way being spotlighted makes him feel ugly, terrible, and small, souta's hands are still soothing. they do help, and alois rests against him, swallowing a little, heart beat gradually finding normalcy. no, the act itself wasn't hard at all, but the idea behind it ... ]

What about you? Don't you want to get off? [ he asks somewhat wearily as a little hand descends between them to brush fingertips against the doctor's arousal. ]

[He smooths his hands over soft skin, kissing his blond hair and keeping him close. Souta hums in response, pulling just a bit away, amusement in his red eyes.]

Of course I want to. I just wanted you to, first. Would you, ah, mind taking care of it?

[The doctor pushes ever so slightly to the ghosting of fingertips. His hand goes down his midback, trails upward and dances across his skin. He kisses at the skin he can reach, wanting to constantly feel the boy. His smoothness is one of Souta's biggest weaknesses. So clean, so flawless. It'll be the end of him, most likely.]

I can do it myself if you'd rather rest some more. You do look rather content.

[ a sigh and with a tiny smile, ] I'm happy to, though.

[ he shifts just a bit against him so that he may have better room for movement. then he wraps fingers and palm tightly around the head and slowly strokes the doctor's throbbing cock all the way to the balls, before coming slow back up, down, up—for now, continuing with this secure but lazy pass. a few slow strokes, until he couples gently twisting whenever his hand gets closer to the head again. ]

Then, by all means.

[He relaxes back, shifting his hips upward, letting out a full sigh as his hand moves slowly, almost tortuously over his length. Souta meets every twist with a happy inhale, the boy's fingers heavenly over his cock. It throbs with a heartbeat still, but he doesn't rush Alois. Clear liquid collects at the tip, but doesn't trickle down just yet.]

[ the boy tilts his head against souta's shoulder to look down, to watch, and with steady progression quickens those strokes. he nestles against him, then leans in close to tenderly kiss at his jaw line, while smoothing the pad of a thumb along the bubbling slit. he swirls it, and peppers kisses down the doctor's neck, tiny body slipping slowly downward against him. ]

[His breathing comes out a touch harder as his body responds to ever little touch, a jolt going down his spine at the slightest of kisses. Souta lets out a breathy chuckle, hands caressing a soft body and burying into blond hair once more. He squeezes and shoves upward without inhibitions, groaning and watching with pure lust.]

Wonderful, Alois. Absolutely wonderful.

[ it's all of it, heavier breathing, little movements, the doctor's words of praise, that have him smiling softly against him. he doesn't for a moment stop that pumping hand, though sometimes he slows for a tick, or squeezes more. still slowly descending, he adjusts to move and press his lips affectionately underneath the collarbone, down the chest, just under ribs. sometimes allowing a bit of tongue to run out against him. he makes it to the doctor's abdomen, before carefully releasing him and pulling away a bit. taking care of someone else is always easier, always, and so there's no hint of second-thoughts when alois is nudging between his legs. or, when he's taking his erection in hand again and lowering his head to run the tip of his tongue against the tip of it. eyes closing, squeezing up and down, he folds his lips over it and cradles the head with his tongue against the roof of his mouth with a satisfied hum. ]

[Souta knows very well this is what Alois feels comfortable with. He's so skilled and does it without restraint, does it amazingly at the same time. No one else could compare to him. He's an expert, but a refined one, not an expert in the way that'd make him some whore. He breathes out, licks his lips briefly and watches as the boy lowers himself. The sensation of his tongue is enough to make more of that precum bubble from the slit. The doctor relaxes, brushing his hand through his hair.]

Take as much as you can in your mouth.

[As always he says it. While he pushes Alois, he doesn't push him too much. Just a bit to break down barriers, but when it comes to the things the boy finds easy, he won't push him. It's strange that way.]

[ instinctively, he swallows when he feels and tastes that bit of precum against his tongue. with or without instruction, he'd take more, and so he does, slipping plush dampened lips and curling, pressing tongue against souta's cock as he goes. he's kneeling between the doctor's legs, and uses a hand to tightly grip and pump the base, faintly tickling fingers over the sack. he swallows in more than half way, just a little more than that, before pulling back, but he doesn't let off. no, he goes back down, swallows in more again, and keeps with this motion. occasionally, letting free diminutive moans around him. ]

[Every ministration gets a dull groan, which only increases in loudness as Alois swallows him down. He grips tighter into that hair, barely jerking him forward as he forces his hips to keep still. While fucking the pretty mouth is horribly tempting, he won't violate his throat just yet. No, not when the boy is treating him so well. Souta tugs lightly on hair, the moans going through his body. He lets soft murmurs fall from his lips, encouraging him, body desiring more.]

[ alois exhales out of his nose and releases half a whimper, shifting as close as he's able as though to soothe that tugging hand in his hair. he sucks for as long as he can, before breaking away to inhale and catch his breath. only a moment, though, before he's lowering in close again. he doesn't swallow him in just yet, but he does flatten and run his tongue from the base upward, curling it once or twice. until he gets to just under the head where that sensitive bundle of nerve endings lays, and teases it, licking, kissing, and tenderly sucking. ]

[Souta lets out another long hum, pushing forward a bit more. Alois' mouth does wonders, a small ache forming as he watched him, feeling himself just get closer and closer. It wouldn't be too long, though he would hold out to feel that tongue and that mouth some more, groaning and murmuring just how good it felt, letting the boy know how appreciated his work was. His hand stays comfortably in his hair, not tugging or pushing, but resting, threading lightly.]

How do I taste?

Really, really good, [ the word come from him a bit more breathy than he'd expected, wanton. where most boys or girls his age may have a hard time of it, may grow embarrassed at the simple thought, alois seems content to taste and suck the doctor's cock. just so long as it pleases souta, as long as he's gaining some kind of pleasure, and rewarding the boy with gentle fingers in his hair. attention is attention is attention, and alois is thankful for it. he licks and kisses a moment longer or so, before gulping him in once more, sliding mouth smoothly around him and sucking slowly downward, leisurely taking in centimeters with a soft hum. ]

[That's just what he wants to hear. He wants Alois to taste it all, to feel every inch of him in his mouth. He won't rush him still, only making the slightest pushes forward with his hips as he watches him intently, red eyes narrowed. His breathing could be heard with how heavy it was becoming, how aroused he was just by the slightest lick and kiss to his cock. He rewarded him more, pat him and combed through his hair, murmuring to him how wonderful he was, how skilled he was. Another low groan escaped him and he chuckled darkly after, pushing forward once he felt he had adjusted enough.]

[ alois moans gently, bracing a hand against one of the doctor's toned thighs and the other at the base of his dick. as he pushes, alois lowers, swallowing in more. there's a tiny whimper or two of complaint, but he really wants to make him feel amazing, so resists the temptation to pull back. soon enough, he has him completely in his mouth, he can feel the head brush the back of his throat. the blades of his shoulders are tense and quivering, while he fights off the urge to gag despite the pain of it.

he slides back only a little, then swallows again, and he does this over and over, holding onto one leg and the edge of a sofa cushion. ]

[There's the slightest tensing when he feels the head of his dick brush the back of the boy's throat. He groans harder, far more wanting of more, but still doing his best to be the gentle doctor who dotes on the blond. Souta resists pushing him and he's soon rewarded with Alois swallowing him over and over, his mouth far too good. Far too good. He feels the need to take matters into his own hands, and finally, he does. The doctor moves, shoving in and holding the boy with both hands, cuing him in to stop what he's doing so he can fuck his face.

Rough, hard, it's the polar opposite of how he wishes to present himself. It's so difficult to resist most of the time, Alois is far too tempting and perfect for his own good. Holding him close, it looks like he doesn't care if the boy gags or pulls away. Souta looks at him, breathlessly cooing more.]

Good boy. I'm almost done...

[ hands against him indicate for him to be still, and alois complies. going about it like this is miserable. he lacks any control whatsoever, and throats are such sensitive things, after all. ah, but it's souta, so even though he shakes, even though there's little tears emerging on lower lashes, he strains and keeps as still as souta needs. tentatively, he sucks on him as the doctor pushes in, and while he may know what he's doing, there's no getting around being human and having natural reactions. he does gag, cling, and does a poor job of not coughing around him. ]

[It's all welcomed with open arms, those reactions. It proves to the doctor he isn't some fabrication and he's a real, living, breathing human boy. His cock twitches more and his balls tighten, that heat pooling in his stomach telling him he's there at his climax. Souta groans hard, shoves in one last time and lets every bit of his release shoot into the back of his throat, collecting on that tongue, too as he pulls back a bit. He stiffens as the he empties himself completely, every drop hopefully not going to waste. Once he was finished, he carefully and slowly pulled away, loosening his grip and stroking Alois' beautiful hair some more.]

Drink.

[As if it's medicine or something delicious. It's a soft order, but an order nonetheless.]

[ he closes his eyes, and tries not to sputter or cough again, and he swallows and swallows. heart kicking and ribs rising and falling quickly with the pressing need to gulp in air. he wants to break away to gasp, to wet his lips, to rub his wrist against them, the other to eyelashes, but still, he obediently refrains. he doesn't pull back at all until he's sure he's gotten all of it down, which is feat, with its thick, hot consistency.

finally, though he tugs himself away, and inhales sharply before breaking into a small fit of coughs. he sits on the ground, head bowed, slightly hunched, and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. another swallow for good measure, a couple tiny coughs, and then shallow panting. ]

[Souta sits back as if he hadn't lifted a finger, watching with greedy eyes as the boy swallows everything down, refraining from doing anything but that for as long as he had to get it all down. Once he's finished, the doctor moves again, watching his reactions, hands coming to smooth and calm him down. With ease, the doctor picks him up like a kitten, sits back against the sofa and holds him in his arms. He kisses his skin and relaxes with him, lazily stroking his pale back.]

You did wonderfully. Did I hurt you, Alois? My apologies. Your body is shaking and had been wracked with coughing... I should have been more considerate.

[ a bundle of partial weariness, up alois goes like a tiny creature (not that he isn't), and once settled in the doctor's arms he tilts into him, with a profound sigh. he rests there, nestling close a moment, before shutting his eyes. ]

It didn't hurt very badly, [ really, not too much. a lot to burden, but less painful than it could have been, or than other acts can be. ] I was happy to do something like that for you, [ but, isn't he always? he shifts a bit, as though meaning to tuck against him, and draws up his stockinged knees. he absently fiddles with some strands of pink, before asking on a murmur of insecurity: ] You like me, don't you?

[He listens to Alois, coaxing his body to calming down. Souta kisses his temple, hums as he hears his words. The initial cuddling he had wanted to engage in actually happens now, it seems, as he holds and cradles a small body to his larger one. His eyes are amused, but go unseen as he shuts them, combing through hair and then over skin.]

Of course I do, Alois. Have I ever given you reason to think otherwise?

You mean quite a lot to me. I'm very happy you go to such lengths to please me.

[ there's a trembling exhale. fingers in hair are really the best. adoringly, he winds arms around the doctor's middle to hold onto him, and noses gingerly against his chest. ]

I don't want to gather dust.

You aren't a doll on a shelf.

[Stroking more, he holds him closer and tighter to anchor him to reality.]

You won't ever "gather dust." I promise you that. If I go against my word, you may do as you like in retaliation.

[ I Love You can be a wicked spell that ruins things, so it isn't said, but heartbeats still trample to say it, anyhow. even if lips won't.

content with souta's words, he nods a bit against him, before tilting little face to press a kiss under his jaw. ]

[His hands smooth over once more before resting on his hips, eyes shut with content. Souta moves carefully, bringing a hand to crook his finger under his chin. Leaning in, he kissed him gently, to repay him in kindness for all he put him through.]

[ in alois' own kiss, being given in return, there's only a measure of hesitation. really, he shouldn't have been caught off by it, but then maybe he's rather accustom to much different behavior. elsewhere. he's happy to kiss soft like this, though, and smiles the faintest against souta's lips. ]

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[He really ought to treat Alois better. He can feel that slightest hint of hesitation, can feel that perhaps such things make the boy uncomfortable. Souta honestly hates it when he doesn't have them right where he wants them. Good boys should be never hesitant, always comfortable, slightly needy... but he'll make do. He'll help him. He smooths his hand over his jaw, keeps repaying him and doting on him. The quirk of Alois' lips gets him to feel that stirring or pride.

Gently, he eases away after a bit longer, holding him close, still. He caresses his skin, leans his head back a bit on the sofa.]

Hmm. You truly are wonderful, Alois.

[He smiles, relaxing even more, showing him that he trusted him. Quite a lot, frankly.]

Did you have something you wanted to do? We could stay like this, take a warm bath together... anything you want to do. Anything at all.

Oh, a bath does sound lovely. [ comes his reply, after he's settled with cheek against chest. he gingerly runs his fingers over the doctor's stomach. ] With rosewater and lots and lots and lots of bubbles. [ little face shifts to chin in order to peek up at him. ] Have you rosewater and bubblebath solution?

Rosewater? I'm afraid I don't have that. But, I do have plenty of bubblebath solution. No worries there.

[He smiles gently, loosening his hold on the other.]

I'll make sure to get rosewater for the next time. Shall we go now? [Only then does he tighten his hold, to make sure Alois doesn't wriggle out of his grasp and move on his own. He quite likes carrying the lithe boy.]

[Tango is not just a form of dance. It's a power struggle.

As Claude leads Alois across the room, one hand on his back, the other lacing his Master's tiny fingers, he tells a whole story to their phantom audience.

He spins his Highness around as if his passion for him couldn't be contained. He hooks Alois' leg around his own waist and lowers him, as if he wanted to take him right here on the dance floor. He picks him up as if he were wrapping him in his spider web like a butterfly. He drops him back to the floor as if he'd realized Alois is the spider between the two of them.

It's a convoluted, passionate, extenuating pas de deux. He knows how physically taxing this must be for his Master. Under his hands, he can feel every particle of Alois' body move along with the music rhythm. He can feel that passionate red soul burning like fire flames, and leading its movements feels so good his eyes keep flashing red. He clenches the rose between his teeth hard enough to cut his own lip.

Drops of dark blood fall right on his Master's exposed throat as he lowers him again. They mix with that minuscule rivulet of sweat running down Alois' neck, combining their essences together. Sugar into salt. Blood into love. Sweat into passion.

No tengas miedo. Sòlo quiero lamer tu alma a travès de mi sangre.

He'd tried to teach Spanish to his Master, and wonders if he'd even understand those words, and if he were able to answer them. It doesn't really matter. As Claude leans forward and licks his own blood off Alois' skin (soft, white, perfect. It takes all of his self-control to keep himself from biting that neck), the only answer he wants to entice from his Master's soft lips is a moan.]

[ taxing may be a tame word for it. they've danced and danced, and his heart feels like it might give, his ribs ache with the imaginary sensation of splintering, and in the back of his mind he marvels at his own legs for not buckling. it doesn't matter how arduous tangoing is, though, with its rapid, at times jerking yet flowing motions, and high kicks and sudden ascents and descents. he loves dancing far too much to be miserable in the moments that he's doing it. of course, the most rewarding part is having claude as a dance partner. claude, the story-book knight, made of marble and diamonds and gold and the warmest hands. when that head of blonde hits the pillow at bedtime, he shuts his eyes (claude's own golden still burning intensely in the self-created dark of closed eyelids) and thinks about how he couldn't possibly be capable of loving claude anymore than he does.
then, like now, claude is twirling him, lifting him, and lowering him and alois quietly berates himself for being so wrong about it.

perspiration and tilted head keeps him from being too aware of the blood that's dripped from his butler's lip. if he had noticed it, the dance would have ended abruptly. alois tends to worry over some of the silliest of things, after all. still, it's surprising regardless to feel the tip of tongue first touch his neck, and the smallest, barest, gasp lets. he has to close his eyes, has to, and he does let the tiniest moan, a little hum, because her heart is swelling. he's quite sure of it, and trying to find its way right out of him. although he can't feel where it is himself, the hammering of his own heartbeat makes him think of pulse points. ]

Claude, [ on a sigh, ] are you hungry?

[Human desire is something a demon can taste. To Claude, savouring Alois' passion is like dipping his fingers in the icing of a cake.

His lip has already healed, and even though there is no more blood to lick off of his Master's throat, his tongue is still tracing the soft skin of his neck.

His Master is like an intricate puzzle of tendons and skin cells. Claude could discompose him and put him back together, play with all those tiny body parts pulsing with the energy of the soul kept inside.

He's already pushed his Master's resistance over the limit, so he picks him up and carries him to the couch, sitting down with Alois on his lap. Now his lips are placing small kisses on his Master's neck.]

Yes, Master. [It's outrageous for a butler to behave so disrespectfully towards his Master, but Claude has always been much more than a servant to Alois.

He made him his prisoner in this empty estate, took his time to shape him into the soft, overly-dependent child he wanted him to be. Just like a dollmaker moulding the clay carefully, Claude created Alois Trancy.

And now he's claiming his creation, one arm tightening around Alois' small, delicate waist. His lips are claiming the soft, feminine curve of his jawline. He wonders if, once the time comes to devour his Master's soul, he won't be able to refrain from eating Alois' tiny body, too. But it's too soon to think about that. For now, he'll claim his Master in another way.]

I crave only you. I want to devour you in one hell of a bite.

[His other hand rests on Alois' thigh. His eyes have already turned red.]

[ as claude lifts him to relocate to the sofa, alois' arms instinctively (the way children do with parental figures) wind around his neck. his breathing comes and goes a bit more laboriously than is usual, but he's tired himself out. or, perhaps, claude's worn him out just a little with the lesson they've just had. claude dots the boy's neck with kisses, and the boy says nothing of complaint, but of course, what is there to complain about when you want so terribly to be kissed and doted on? their master servant relationship is a farce, and it's detectable in the way alois asks more than demands (with things outside of their goal) and, in truth, puts claude's wants in front of his own. if claude wants to kiss and taste, no doubt alois will sit pretty and allow it.

that arm clamping around him, keeping him close against the butler, makes alois envision a spider threading its silk carefully about its caught prey. he lets a quivering sigh at the thought, and the sensation of lips pressing to his jaw, cause a mixture of desire and fear to bubble in the pit of himself. for all of his unconditional loving and giving, it's impossible to separate the fact that claude is a demon. a monster capable of utterly destroying him, ripping him apart, and he'd be able to do it with such ease, too. it's only natural for the master of the house's little heart to jackrabbit against the demon's chest, and for him to tremble in such a way that pleads for more touches and begs claude not to kill him just yet, hold on a little longer, he's afraid.

ordinarily, under other circumstances and with anyone else, it would be impossible to make a child like alois trancy, with his history, flush at the idea of something. but, claude succeeds. he gets wide pale blue eyes and a softly blushing face, even a timid, uncertain: ] Claude ...

[ those glimmering red eyes give more cause of kicking heartbeats. alois imagines claude sucking his soul out through his mouth, painfully, tormentingly slow. he imagines claude licking his bones clean. his imagination practically forces him to picture the devouring of his soul with explicit vulgarity. and, he wonders all the time how claude will do it. quick and painless? or, will he make alois endure every pain of it? either way, to alois, giving his soul to claude is the one way to fully express his love for him. terror at it aside, it excites him, he's eager to be devoured, and ah. a new kind of quivering now, because the tender intimate place between his legs is stirring against claude, in his lap, at the idea of it. ]

I'd feed myself to you over and over again, were it possible. [ and, he wonders if claude knows that. does claude's fingertips singe when he's running them along alois' body? do they pick up quieted, agonized screams of devotion, and passion, and love? ]

[Alois' childlike nature is irresistible to Claude. He spread the tale of the "fairy living in the woods" among children to make sure they would summon him. Children have always been his favorite preys. He loves the vulnerability with which all his past victims have laced their tiny arms around his neck, the way they all kicked their small, dainty feet, and the subtle innocence that permeated all their souls, no matter how corrupted they were.

Yet no child has ever satisfied his desire for control like his current Master. His previous preys all had incredibly short attention spams. They were too focused on their petty revenges or their games to mind their servant. Even when Claude had watched them kick and scream, trying to prevent him from eating them alive, he never felt as if he'd managed to really own their whole being. At least not in the same way he owns Alois everyday.

He watches Alois tremble under his touch, squirming like a butterfly wrapped up too tightly in his spiderweb. He wants to see his Master lose control completely, watch him give himself to him with no restraint. So instead of answering, he slides his hand inside Alois' shorts, under his pretty underwear, until his fingertips brush the most sensible part of the tiny, trembling body in his arms.

At the same time, his tongue slides between Alois' plush, soft, perfect lips. He wants to taste every single needy whimper, he wants the ultimate proof of how enamored with him this child is.]

[ a breath, a tiny 'a- ah', would have come free the instant those fingers slid themselves against him. but, claude's lips are over his own, and his tongue has crept into his mouth, and shaky air slips from himself and into the demon. honey coloured lashes lower half way; alois quietly moans, back tense, and presses himself against claude's palm. it takes more will power than ordinary not to pump his hips, not to rub himself into claude's hand, create friction all on his own.

small hands and slim fingers rise up to cup claude's cheeks, before smoothing back into his hair. all the time, alois' tongue flirts with claude's own, nudging underneath it, beckoning it further, as much as would be pleasing, and he gingerly sucks on it. impossible closeness aside, alois is trying melt himself into claude's being, torso pressing urgently against torso. he's trying to breach cloth, flesh, tissue, and bone. he doesn't know if demons have things like souls or not, but he wants to meet and touch whatever it may be that claude harbors, deeper than the human heart. ]

[Claude regretfully breaks the kiss, and savours the delicious feeling of those tiny fingers threading in his hair as he pushes two of his own fingers inside Alois' mouth. He wants to keep pushing them down, past the child's throat. He wants to see him writhe, and cry and choke on them just like Hannah once did, but he resists the urge.

His other hand manages to slide the shorts down his Master's thighs. With a single arm, he lifts Alois enough to slip both the shorts and the underwear all the way off.

For a moment, he simply looks at Alois with a small, rather inhuman smile playing on his lips. His Master's hips are round, soft and perfect. He feels the desperate impulse to touch them, and he does with one hand, while still pushing his fingers in Alois' throath with the other.

His arms grips Alois' hip, forcefully enough to bruise. Forcefully enough to claim him. They've been contracted for more than three years, and yet he never owned his Master in such a way before. He pushes Alois forward until their bodies rub together, over and over again. It's a new kind of dance lesson.

His cock throbs inside his trousers, but the friction caused by the contact with Alois' hip is delicious. He wonders what it'd be like to turn Alois inside out like a glove. To rub his dick against his Master's stomach, and kidneys, and tiny beating heart.

But rubbing himself against him while fucking his mouth with two fingers is already enough. For now.]

[ it isn't what alois expects. no, really, this isn't how he's pictured love-making with claude at all. in fact, can it be compared to such a thing? that inhuman smile makes him reluctant, doubtful, and though he tells his hands to grab claude's wrist, to make him stop he can't bring himself to do just that. if this is what claude wants ... 'If it's for Claude.' claude, claude, claude—that's what he keeps thinking. it's what he keeps thinking, in spite of the tremors inside him, the aching sensation in his ankles to flee.

he does his best to accommodate the fingers plunging into his mouth, and sucks them intently. the pressing of lips and tongue around them only intensifying the deeper they go. he tries not to gag, and has thus far been successful. of course, up until the painful way claude grabs a hip—at this, he lets something of a choked whimper around those fingers, and little drops of saltwater gather at the corners of his eyes. and, then, he's being relentlessly, bare-skinned, rubbed against the sturdy form of claude faustus and his still clothed pulsing erection.

there's mental plea to slow down, mostly to his own body, because how can such cruelty be turning him on? it takes mere moments for alois' small cock to be at full attention, quivering, and pressing against that larger tent. his face burns, he feels sickeningly used, and yet his thighs still tense and shake and silently beg for more. more, claude, more, claude, more, claude. ]

[Claude can feel his Master's whimpers. He knows he must be scared. After all, he's acting like his own real demon self. He got carried away and let the mask of the doting servant drop, and that was probably too much to take for his Master.

He stops pushing against him and retreats his fingers from Alois' mouth. He gently takes Alois' hand and kisses it, wrapping an arm around the child's waist, holding him close.]

Master. [Feeling this small trembling body in his arms is already satisfying enough. But he can have more.Much more.] Allow me to show you how much I crave you. [He kisses Alois' forehead now. Slowly, gently. Like a prince from a fairy tale book would, right after rescuing his princess from a dragon. To let her know she's safe in his arms now.]

[ relief rushes through him, and it makes those clinging tears slip down his cheeks and air rush in through his mouth once fingers have freed themselves. there is undeniable amounts of fear shaking fragile bones, but there's just as much want, desire, in spite of it. vaguely panting, he looks on at claude, hazy eyed and subdued. affection and habit both have him curling little fingers in turn about claude's hand as he takes one of his own into hold, and the anxiousness he's feeling prompts him to swallow when lips press to the back of it.

those frenzied nerves cripple him from being, in the moment, capable of much more than shivering and resting against the demon as he holds him. for all the fairy tale kiss's sweetness, had not claude himself just been the dragon? it's a dimly glowing thought that's quickly snuffed out. he doesn't care, he couldn't careless; claude is prince, his shining-armored knight, and such treatment is, as always, lulling. a trembling exhalation lets, and alois sinks into his arms. ]

It's the least that I can do, isn't it? [ quiet. ]

[Oh, that fragility itself is more appealing than anything else. Alois is just like a delicate butterfly in his arms.

He tightens his grip around him, protectively, possessively. His lips are still placing small kisses on Alois' forehead.]

I will make you crave it too, your Highness.

[And that is when Claude suddenly slips those saliva-slick fingers inside of Alois. He's not even gentle about it, he's unleashed his demon self too much for that. He pushes them inside that small entrance and nearly moans when he feels how tight that little hole is.

He's still holding Alois tightly, but now his grip becomes more possessive. He'll likely bruise him again, but he knows his Master will allow it. He knows how to weave his web all around him to make him do exactly what he wants, and he won't stop until he obtains it.]

[ the fingers alois' had only just previously sucked and coated with spit breach him, and alois cries out. lungs swelling, ribcage pressing, as he arches up against claude. and, there's no kindness in it. not that alois can even stop to think about things like this; no, but there isn't. without pause or taking the moment to loosen him little by little, the demon's long fingers just sink, and although he knows better, knows it'd be easier on him to force himself to relax, it takes him off guard and he's too tense. he clenches around them helplessly, and lets the smallest wail against his butler's shoulder.

it's been years, experience doesn't matter, an act like this one is still overbearing. he digs his fingers into claude's coat and bites down on his own bottom lip, before willing himself to adjust to the sensation. tightening and loosening muscles around the digits penetrating him. ]

[No sexual experience with human beings can prepare a child to what intercourse with a demon is. Claude's fingers seem to want to reach deep enough to brush Alois' soul.

As Alois' fingers grip his coat, he finally finds a rhythm, and starts fucking his Master roughly with his fingers.

It's not enough though. He wants to feel Alois' bare flesh writhe under his fingers. And before his Master can even realize what is happening, two strands of spider silk come out of Claude's wrists, ripping the stockings off of Alois' legs.

Then Claude's hand slides back up, tearing the cloth off of his Master's shoulders until Alois is completely naked in his arms.

He takes his time to admire the delicate beauty of his Master. He looks like a doll, with soft porcelain skin, tiny pink nipples and smooth, lovely legs. He places a kiss on Alois' small hand before guiding it on his crotch, over the trousers buttons.]

Open them. [It sounds like an order, and that's how it's supposed to be. Claude has always been the one in control between the two of them.]

[ his trembling prior is nothing compared to what it is, now—violent, uncontrollable, horrified. love itself, ever cruel, has caught his voice in his throat. he's torn between two sides, craving and wanting to shove claude away, to pull his hair, and beat his face, and push free with knees until he can run out of the room and stow away in the attic. even pleas to ask the demon to be more careful with him fall dead on his lips, as though there's something at stake. maybe, in a way, he's resigned himself to the idea that this is claude sampling him, and shouldn't he be willing and good and pleasant and allow the center of his entire world his fill of him?

in any other case, alois may have batted his eyelashes and shown off for claude, but currently he can't manage that sort of confidence. he feels claude's eyes on him and the whole of himself burns. now, alois has blood bubbling on his lip. he's bitten down hard enough to break tissue, to keep himself from screaming, from attacking claude like some frightened animal. for half a minute, he doesn't budge, only stares stupidly and large-eyed at his hand over the buttons to claude's pants, and claude's hand over his own.

and, when he does make to open them, it's with difficulty, because he can't seem to get a hold of his shaking. lord trancy was nothing. claude is petrifying. his strength, his demeanor, that he's zapped alois usual methods of control before he could even blink. ]

[Alois' hand are trembling so much Claude ends up guiding it inside of his pants. He knows how scared his Master is. His whole tiny body is a knot of nerves, and he seems ready to try running away any moment. But of course he's not going anywhere. Claude knows how to keep him in place. Both physically and psychologically.

He guides Alois' hand along his length, up and down, and leans forward to kiss Alois' temple.]

Allow me to show my loyalty to you, Master. Allow me to serve you.

[In truth, it's Alois who's currently serving Claude, but it doesn't matter. It's all a mindgame to keep the child in place, right were he wants him to be.

He grabs Alois' hips again, and lifts him only to lower him back down on his cock. He represses a growl as he slides inside of Alois, and it feels so hot and tight that the only thing he wants to do is move, but he doesn't.

He stays perfectly still, with the inhuman self-control a mortal man could never possess, and he strokes Alois' back with one hand as he starts massaging his Master's sensitive parts with the other. He's being rather gentle now. There will be time for being rough later, once Alois opens up to him a little more.]

[ nervously swallowing again, alois' eyes flutter shut, and he tries to concentrate more on pleasuring claude with his hand than anything else he's feeling. after claude's aiding, he strokes him for as long as possible, as long as claude will allow, until he's hoisting him. the fingers were signal, the lifting of him is signal enough, too, and he can't help it—he moans with partly opened lips as the head of the demon's cock pushes into him. his legs quaver with need, and he also resists the urge to impale himself all the way. still, for as long as claude stays in, and as deeply, moving or not, alois' body spasms with intensity and delight. his head tips back with lust, and begging whimpers, and even with claude touching him, one of his hands drops between his thighs to the brush the tip of his own arousal.

if thinking of nothing but claude had been difficult before, it's impossible like this. in fact, praise leaves him on that name, a murmur, ] Claude. [ like a little flower that can't help its pliant nature, that begs to be stepped on. ]

[That single word escaping his Master's lips sounds delightful. Claude licks the blood off of Alois' lip with his tongue, as he keeps touching Alois' arousal.

Seeing how Alois is touching himself as well nearly makes him lose control. With an arm wrapped around Alois' waist to keep him in place, he begins moving slowly inside of him. He will build a much rougher rhythm later, but for now he just wants to watch Alois opening like a blossoming flower.

It takes all of his self-control to keep himself from thrusting inside the child with all the violence he's capable of. His cock is squeezed between those hot and unbelievably tight walls, and it feels so incredibly good his grip around Alois' waist tightens dangerously. His lips descendd from Alois' mouth to one of his delicate nipples, and he starts sucking it passionately, because he needs to focus on something else if he doesn't want to start fucking his Master hard enough to rip him in two.]

[ there's a myriad of feeling and sensations fire-cracking throughout him. bursting, prickling little lights under skin here and there. he gasps a little, whimpers, lets trembling little moans. when claude's mouth falls to a small, sensitive nipple the boy practically whines, and the tender thing hardens. perspiration gathers under his hair, near his ears, along his neck, and collar, and down his sides. his breathing comes and goes profoundly, his lips remain slightly parted. the temptation is too great, he can't help himself, he rocks his hips a little forward and willingly takes claude deeper.

just for a moment, before it makes him lock up, a jolt shooting through his spine. he tilts against claude's body, fingers softly curling into the lapels of his coat, and gaze fixated on him with a mixture of longing and adoration. all he wants, now, is to feel, feel claude all around him, seeping into him, running his fingers along him. where fear had been, now rests the unquestionable desire to give without hesitation. he can't hear claude's heart, there isn't any to listen to, but he listens to the beating of his own through claude's chest and tries to imagine one anyway. ]

Does it sate your appetite? [ weary, shakily, with his face partially hidden against him. ] Is it pleasing, Claude? [ because, god does he want to please him. ]

[His Master's sensations pleasure him more than the sexual act itself. Through their contract, he can feel with how much passion Alois is giving himself to him, letting him deep inside of both is soul and body.]

More than you can imagine, Master.

[He lifts Alois and drops him on the sofa. Hovering over him, he takes his own coat off and slides back inside of him in one single fluid motion.]

I want to thoroughly consume you, Master. Until the last drop.

[It feels good, to be on top of Alois like that. It's probably less physically demanding for his Master, too. His rhythm becomes rougher, as he begins fucking Alois harder and faster, staring at him straight in the eyes. Because he knows that will tip his Master's feelings over the edge.

Thrusting deep inside of his Master is not enough, though. Claude wants to press a hand against Alois' chest until he rips the flesh and the bones apart. He wants to dip his head and suck the delicious tissue off of every single vertebrae while pushing inside of him hard enough to shred his Master's intestine with his cock alone.]

[ the only reply he can manage as claude sinks back into him is to arch, head falling back, and a tiny gasping cry. then, as claude rocks into him more harshly and quickly than previously, alois' eyes widen a little. the motions, rapid and somewhat painful, and claude towering over him make him feel immobile. with minute, unintentional moans, he looks on back at claude with fearful, fully opened eyes.

as always, claude's are intense, unreadable, but alois' pupils still map them for any clues of love. claude's hungry, that's all, this is only a snack, but alois can't help it. his entirety shakes with it, the flesh over his ribs palpitates with the pleading beats of his heart, begging for it. something so unattainable. maybe letting claude do as he likes will make him favor him, desire him, love him.

ah, his eyes are leaking. ]

Edited 2012-02-16 05:45 (UTC)

[He knows he's hurting Alois, but the thought actually makes him increase the speed of his thrusts. His Master's eyes are so wide and innocent, full of love and fear. Claude has half a mind to lean closer and sing a lullaby to him. Sugar into salt. Darkness into light. And innocent lullabies into sinful rhythms.

As he fucks his Master hard, he thinks of all the delicious, complex concepts associated with the round shape of those fearful baby blue eyes. Their big size and roundness suggests an air of innocence and youth that is meant to stimulate the ancestral instinct of protectiveness in every adult specimen. They work their effect on Claude too, somehow. He plans on keeping his Master very safe, by being the only one allowed to touch that soft, delicate flesh.

Alois' soft skin is the most perfect canvas an artist could ever ask for. Claude is currently busy painting on it, composing a mosaic with all the bruises he leaves on him by gripping him tightly. A living work of art.

But there's one part of his Master Claude still hasn't tasted. He lifts one of Alois' legs and grips his foot. Slowly, deliberately, he sticks out his inhumanly long tongue and starts licking it.

There's nothing more childlike than a dainty little foot. As Claude bathes his Master's foot in demon saliva, he names every single delicate bone his tongue skips over. The tibia, the fibula, the talus, the calcaneus, the cuboid, the navicular. He sucks the two perfectly shaped longitudinal arches maintained by the interlocking shapes of the foot bones, and has to restrain himself from biting the foot off entirely.

He lets Alois' leg drop and leans forward to wrap the child tightly in his arms, because he wants to feel every quivering nerve in his spine vibrate under his hands as he fucks him.]

[ it's getting to be too much. far too much for him to handle or endure. claude is severe, cruel, and alois shakes uncontrollably underneath him, incapable of doing much else. claude plunges and plunges, alois shifts with each tormenting thrust, half yelping and half mewling. clenching, squeezing, and pulsating around his cock in his tight body helplessly.

he feels like he's going to rupture. the way claude bends him back hurts, his little ass hurts, everywhere hurts. but, the sampling of his slender foot breaks him down. it's traumatic. with sputtering choked gasps, he sobs, begging claude, begging, begging: 'not there' and 'please' and 'c- claude! pease!' as his tongue glides over toes and bird bones.

finally, after what feels like ages, claude drops the foot. when he comes in close, alois turns cheek, and fights the burning sensation of shameful bile stirring in his chest. ] Get ... g- get off of me. [ it's spoken so softly, guiltily, a fresh batch of tears gathers on lower lashes. ]

[He's already wrapped all around Alois, so it's easier to lean even closer to kiss his cheek softly. Alois has his face turned away from him, but it doesn't matter. Claude's kisses are soothing, and he finally slows the pace down a little.]

Don't be afraid, Master. It will be over soon.

[Of course he's not going to get off of him. Not literally. Alois' pleas are spoken way too insecurely to classify as orders. He feels no tugging through their contract, so he's free to continue.

He slides out of Alois and turns him around. Now his Master is on his hands and knees, and Claude wraps himself around him from behind.

Not enough. His clothes prevent him from feeling Alois' soft skin against his own. And that's why he strips himself down completely in a matter of seconds before wrapping himself around his Master from behind once more. He's hard muscle pressed against delicate bones and skin, covering Alois completely like a giant butterfly cocoon. Slowly, he presses himself inside of Alois once again.

They move together like a single naked body. He's enveloping his Master in his arms completely as he keeps trusting into that soft flesh.]

I crave you more than anything else, Master.

[His hand wraps itself around Alois' arousal. He massages him carefully, knowing exactly where to touch to pleasure him the most. He keeps every inch of his body pressed against Alois, because he knows the child craves actual human contact more than physical pleasure. Inflicting cruelty is definitely rewarding, yet the flavour of cruelty inflicted upon a child who eventually gets to crave for more will be incomparable, he knows. It's all a subtle mind-game, as everything else is between them.]

Master, I am in love with your passion.

[And that isn't even a lie. Alois' intense feelings of love are so passionate they drive him to self-sacrifice, to pain, to tears; yet they keep burning like flames that never get extinguished. And right now, Claude wants to make that soul fire burn even harder. He wants to feel all that love and desire writhe in his arms.]

[ shaking, breathing in and out, shallow and quick, alois closes his eyes and tries to will himself not to cry anymore. he urges his heart to stop tossing itself into the cage of his ribs—that's painful as well, of course. he swallows, dampens his lips, exhales trembling sighs. a little pule comes free as claude slips out, and for an instant alois touches his knees together, but soon, effortless, claude turns him. and, after the undressing of himself, is pushing back into him. even though it hurts, has been hurting, there's something awarding and rapturous about feeling the girth of claude's dick thrust back into him.

his legs quaver fiercely in response, neck curving to let a low, sweet-sounding moan. as soon as claude's fingers encircle him, the excitement is too much to bear, clear tiny drops of precum bubble at the slit. claude is too overpowering for that adamant terror to subside completely, but it mingles and meshes with ecstasy, and the result is—in spite of his doubts—a child who trembles, mewls, and pants underneath him, in his arms. body rocking under each pressured thrust without complaint, dizzy with desire. ]

[Alois' sweet moans entice a low growling sound to escape Claude's lips as well.

He keeps stroking Alois as he thrusts hard into him. His Master's body is so warm Claude believes it might overheat entirely any moment. His soul is burning with incredible intensity, its energy running straight in Claude's body through their contract. One of his hands is groping every inch of Alois' skin it can reach. His thighs, his ass, his round hips. Claude exhales everytime he pushes himself forward and deep inside his Master.

He's mating in the same way he would if he were still in his spider form. The male of every specimen is aroused by the act of dominating the female from behind.
Following that same ancestral instinct, Claude derives pleasure from every helpless, tiny, needy whimper of submission that escapes his Master's lips.

He knows their climax is close. He massages Alois' more sensitive parts with nearly brutal intensity, because he wants to feel him release, lose control entirely beneath his touch.]

Claude, C- Claude, [ those pleads come out on sighs, on moans, with closed eyes and shaking shoulders. he isn't entirely sure what he's asking for. freedom? mercy? does he want claude to stop or keeping going? both? his little back curls, rear pressing back against the demon's stomach, making himself even more malleable and willing. he doesn't say it, but he thinks over and over again about his love for claude, how he loves him, the reasons he loves him, the things he'd do to make claude smile, and to satisfy his thirst and hunger. there had been a measure of anger, earlier, at him for not getting up, for not stopping, when he had told him, but now. now, he's almost thankful claude didn't succumb.

'Please, love me,' he thinks, 'please, crave me, and want me, and be enchanted with me.'

the roughness of claude's hands stroking him causes a vulnerable spilling of tears, and more imploring chants of the demon's name. any other time, he'd have better control of when or when not his body hits that point, but he can't seem to keep up. he can't manage a warning at all, very suddenly he's clamping around claude tighter than ever, limbs shaking violently, lips parted to cry, and dribbling hot white come into claude's palm and fingers. ]

[Alois' feelings rush through Claude's body thanks to their contract. Neediness, insecurity, vulnerability, love. Claude craves every single sensation his Master's soul is ruled by.

Demons live to assert their dominance over everything else. They dominate each other by fighting and killing other demons, and they dominate reapers by stealing souls from them. Yet nothing arouses a demon more than dominating a desirable, vulnerable soul that is so completely submissive to them. Both physically and psychologically.

Right now, Alois is more deliciously childlike than ever. He's shaking and whimpering like a little kid would while getting spanked. He's completely open, vulnerable and helpless as Claude violates him over and over again. Yet what Claude finds most appealing is that he knows his Master partially wants to be ruthlessly dominated like this.

As Alois cries, begs, moans and pleads, Claude's thursts become more and more violent in response.

Being only a child, his Master can't control himself much longer. Whe he comes, he cries new, delicious, innocent tears. His little cute ass tightens around Claude's cock, and that makes him lose control entirely.

With one last, forceful thrust, he spills his semen inside of the child, pushing deep inside of him until every single drop of his sperm is released inside of that fragile, bruised, whimpering and incredibly tight little body. He wants to make sure he'll be able to smell his own semen inside of his Master for days to come.

After all, demons do enjoy marking their territory.

Even once it's over, he doesn't pull himself out of Alois' body. He simply wraps his arms around the child and shifts until both of them are lying on one side, him curled all around his Master, and still inside of him.

There's a small, satisfied smile playing on his lips, which Alois cannot see. He wonders what his Master will do now. Will he ask him to pull himself out of him? (Claude smirks, and wonders how Alois would even get to phrase that.) Will he keep crying? Will he start complaining because all his bruises hurt too much? Will he have an attack of hysteria?

He settles on the couch and patiently waits for his Master's reaction. He's sure it will be as satisfying as fucking him has just been. If not more.]

[ he hasn't the will to move, to object (not that he's even thinking to), when claude releases inside of him. much less so, once he's finished. if moving his straining, writhing body, earlier had been effortless, surely it's like moving a feather, now. it's how limp he is, all over, laying worn and immobile and slightly damp with sweat, trying to catch his breath. he groans, whines, softly in claude's arms. then, he fidgets a little, and wonders how he's able to quiver again; re-adjusting to the feeling of claude still buried in him (still of great size, even after marking alois' insides) is virtually impossible in his unaroused state. he feels beaten. though, he has been, hasn't he?

with shallow breaths and whimpers, and still tear-filled eyes, alois weakly tries to pull away from him. he aches all over; exhausted and marred with bruises, he doesn't have the strength to move much. ] It— I can't— Claude, please.

[ his sides rise and fall rapidly, mouth open as he stumbles over his own inhalations and exhalations. ] Claude.

[Claude wants to devour those little hands that are trying to push him away. He wants to suck each delicate finger and swallow those tiny bones. But he doesn't. For now, he's satisfied. As a reward, he pulls himself out of his Master, yet keeps holding him close to himself, trapped in his arms. His naked chest is pressed against Alois' small, trembling back, and his arms are both around his tiny waist.

Right now, Alois is hurt and agonizing just like a fragile butterfly with a ripped wing would be. But he will be alright, well wrapped up in Claude's web, unable to fly anywhere.]

Yes, Master?

[He nuzzles Alois' bruised neck.]

[ the skin of the boy's neck shifts a little with his swallowing, trying to calm himself down by taking in a shuddering gulp of air. he winces when claude touches it. of course, when he created them, those tender purple spots hurt, but now, without the vibrant sensations of sex to dull them, they hurt. small knees draw up and thin elbows curl toward his stomach; he's trying to curl, like some worthless creature desperate to hole up into itself.

claude's already pulled out, so he's left unsure of what to say, what to ask for. ... actually, he's left utterly shaken. he doesn't know what he wants.

and, he does break down. he does it with humility, because shouldn't he be glad that claude was able to have a little of him? claude said it satisfied him, shouldn't he be basking in some kind of glory? but, he can't seem to. there's a little anguished scream as he replays what just happened, before violently shaking and weeping in claude's hold. ]

Claude, Claude, Claude. [ naturally, even if it had been the demon himself who's caused all this, who he wants to run away from, his heart contradicts him. that so proclaimed passionate soul of his—it makes him cry for the very thing that's tormented him. to calm him, to hold him, to keep him safe. not only in-love-with, but dependent on his assaulter. he feels stupid. he should fight claude off, throw things, tell him not to touch him, tell him to go fuck himself. or, he should ask for a bath, for milk, to be tucked into bed, and given stories, until he's lulled into a comfortable sleep.

but, these kinds of thoughts are buried under a panic of uncertainty, at the shock of how alarming what had just occurred has been, and all he can ask for is Claude. just claude. ]

[This is no different from Alois' usual panic attacks. And Claude knows how to deal with them.

He slowly turns Alois over and makes him rest his head on his chest. He picks up his coat, tossed on the floor, and wraps it around Alois' shoulders. He's covering him up, because he knows that if he doesn't, soon enough his Master will start getting worked up and insecure about being dirty. Alois can get rather self-conscious about his own body, sometimes.

He cradles Alois' gently, just like he's done so many times before. His master's bruises and fact that they're both naked are the only clues of what they just did. Claude's aggressive, demonic impulses are gone for the moment. He's back to being a doting, reassuring butler.]

I'm here with you, Master. No need to be scared.

[His hand runs up and down Aloi's spine. Gently, soothingly. He's manipulating him just as much as he did during sex, only by using different means.]

[ for a few minutes longer, he bawls, coughs, and hiccups against claude. shaking for what feels like an endless amount of time. but, of course, as always, claude's presence, his hands smoothing down his spine, his arms curled around him, ease the child's pain and anxiety.

he whimpers against him, before nestling close. ] It hurts. It hurts every where, Claude. I'm so tired.

I'll take care of it.

[Claude's voice is as smooth and steady as ever. Because of the complex dynamic of their relationship, his Master can be comforted by his presence even after what Claude just put him through.

In a matter of seconds, he's completely dressed again. He hoists Alois up in his arms, and carries him to his bedroom.

He gently lays him down on the bed, and goes fetching a healing ointment for the bruises. Slicking his fingers with it, he starts massaging Alois' most injuried areas.

It's weird how he's touching the same spots he groped and gripped while fucking Alois, but with a completely different attitude. It's the duality of his relationship with his Master. He is a demon who wants to devour Alois' soul just as much as he is the knight who takes care of him.]

Does it feel better? [He leans closer, until his lips brush Alois' forehead.]

It helps, [ he replies, subdued. much too worse for wear to feel like much else. he lays still, breathing a little easier now, but his heart still tremors under flesh, not having quite steadied itself completely.

what he wants to say is, 'I love you so terribly much,' but instead, what comes out is: ] you're never going to leave me, right?

[He doesn't answer immediately. He goes fetching a nightgown, and helps Alois put it on. He's being very careful with him, handling him gently as he slides the nightgown over his head and picks him up to tuck him in bed.]

I will always stay by your side, Your Highness.

[Then he does something rather unusual. He takes his shoes off and slides under the covers with Alois, wrapping his arms around the child, cradling him protectively.

Usually he doesn't need to go this far. Sitting on the bed until Alois falls asleep is enough most of the times. Yet after what he just put his Master though, he wants to make sure he's relaxed enough to sleep soundly.]

I'll stay here until you fall asleep.

[ a profound sigh comes free as claude lifts him in order to be able to slip the cotton gown over his head and dainty wrists. and, again, little hands curl around claude's neck as the demon picks him up to undo the quilt and sheets, before tucking the boy into place.

watching claude take his shoes off, he can't help smiling, both in relief and gratitude and a thread of amusement. ] They're not so bad, though, because Claude gave them to me, [ he shares wearily, as the butler slips under covers with him. immediately, alois rolls onto his side and curls up against him. ]

You can stay as long as you like. I love it when you're close. Dreams get softer.

[ he shifts, sinks, presses his face into claude's jacket. ] Are you content? You're happy, aren't you? That'd be best; if right now, especially, you were really satisfied. If your stomach ached less, or whatever it is that aches when your lot hungers.

[He turns his head on the side to kiss Alois' forehead. His eyes are completely emotionless, but his Master cannot see them. He only hears Claude's reassuring tone.]

You satisfy me more than anything else, Master. I am content, but now I desire you even more than before.

[His arm tightens around Alois' small form. He can still smell his own sperm on him. Definitely more than satisfied.]

I'll stay here with you while you sleep.

They'd been on the couch for at least an hour, little kisses and touches turning into them making out. As she straddled his lap, her lips were on his again, hard and desperate and her hands were smoothing up his arms to his shoulders.

Shane was enjoying this, her lips were so soft he couldn't help kissing them. Once she straddled his lap he gave a deep groan into the kiss kissing her back just as hard. His hands resting and massaging the small of her back.

She pressed her body against his and rolled her hips, her arms wrapping around his neck. She groaned softly into that kiss, her tongue and its piercing sliding across his lips before pushing into his mouth and finding his tongue.

That roll of the hips caused his to bump up against hers due the sensation it sent like a jolt through his cock. He captured her tongue letting the tip tease her piercing before gently sucking her tongue.

She stilled her hips a moment, moaning softly when he sucked on her tongue. She slid her hand between their bodies to his jeans, teasing him by dipping the tip of her index finger into the waistband and teasing his bare skin. Instead of going further, she yanked on his shirt and rucked it up his chest, pulling away long enough to wrestle it over his head.

Tremors coursed through the muscles in his abdomen at the teasing touch. He helped her get his shirt off before he repaid it by tugging hers up over her head.

She felt those tremors and once their shirts were off, her hands were smoothing over his abs. "Mmm...these are nice." she murmured against his lips, "And this...and this." she added, moving to his chest and down his arms.

He enjoyed the light shivers her touch was causing along his body as his fingers nimbly unhooked her bra and slipped it off her. He murmured softly just as his hands cupped her breasts. "I think these are very nice."

She glanced down at his hands and grinned, her hands squeezing his upper arms as she moved closer, smashing her lips in another heated kiss.

He kissed her hard, a hot passionate kiss. Tips of his thumbs begin tracing nice slow circles around her nipples as he cupped her breasts still.

Her body trembled softly and her nipples grew hard just from his touch, Sam groaning softly. "Oh fuck..." Her hips rolled against his again, more urgently this time.

"Oh you are definitely going to get fucked tonight Sam." Speaking in a deep and hoarse tone as his hips moved against hers. His rubbed at her breasts his palms rubbing over her hardened nipples.

Those words and that tone went right through her. "Mmm...I better be." she whispered, her hands tugging on his jeans as she gently bit his lip. "Come on, bedroom unless you wanna fuck me right here."

"I'll fuck you all over the place if you'd like." He groaned and grinned. "Mm bedroom."

"I'll hold you to that." she grinned, standing up and waiting for him to get up. Once he did, she hopped up on his back and wrapped around him, pointing in the direction of the bedroom.

A low rumbling laugh sounded as she hopped onto his back. "You do that." He smirked and gave her a piggy back ride to her bedroom.

His laugh caused her to giggle and she rested her chin against his shoulder. "Hey, the floor is cold on my feet but you're nice and warm." She loved hardwood floors but they were a bit chilly in the winter.

"Yeah I'm a giant heater." He smirked before turning so she could hop off him and onto the bed.

She chuckled, "Yes, you are." Once she hopped off his back and was on her knees, she took his hand, turning him around and kissing him deeply while working on his jeans. "Let's get rid of these." She unbuttoned them and drew the zipper down, pushing them off his hips and letting them fall to the floor.

He stepped out of them once they were down at his ankles and kicked them aside. All that was left were snug fitting boxer briefs that showed the contour of his cock nicely. "Mm good idea." He worked on getting her jeans undone as well easing her zipper down.

While he was working on her jeans, she was taking in those snug boxer briefs and what was inside them, her hand palming over his cock. "Damn..." she murmured, rubbing her hand across the thin fabric until she had to stop and wiggle out of her jeans.

He groaned pressing against her hand a bit watching her wiggle out of her jeans. While she did that he slowly pulled his boxer briefs down, his dick springing free. His eyes were taking in the sight of her his hand brushing over her covered pussy feeling the dampness.

She chewed on her lip and groaned softly when he removed his boxers and this time she wrapped her hand around his cock and grinned up at him. "This is nice." She kept her hand wrapped around his cock, stroking it slowly while helping him out of her panties.

He pushed her panties down helping her get them off. He groaned as she stroked his cock, his hand cupping her pussy rubbing it slowly. "This is fucking beautiful."

She curled her hand around the back of his head and pulled him down, giving him a quick kiss on the lips before pulling back and dropping down on the bed and swiping a a trail from root to tip with her tongue.

"Mm fuck that feels good." He moaned loudly and shuddered leaking a little onto her lips. "Later I'm going to lick that pussy, make you squirm and cum."

She swiped her tongue across her lips, licking them clean, making sure he saw her do that. "I'm gonna keep you up all night." she promised, swirling her tongue around the head of his dick, her piercing sliding over the wet skin.

He bit his lip watching her licking it from her lips. He grinned down at her. "I hope so. All night sounds really good."

"Oh, it's gonna be good." she promised, smirking up at him before drawing his dick into her mouth, her teeth gently scraping the head on their way down.

"Mm fuck I like that." He moaned low and shuddered fingers reaching down to brush down through her hair.

She continued to draw him into her mouth, as much of him as she could take, her tongue swirling around the stiff shaft. "Fuck." she groaned, moving her mouth up and down his cock.

His hand rested at the back of her head gently helping guide her mouth on him, careful not to hurt her. "Fuck can't wait to get inside you."

Those words had her trembling and she took him deep into her mouth once more before letting it fall out of her mouth with a soft pop. "Come here. Fuck, I want you inside me." She moved back onto the bed, tugging him down with her.

The bed shifted with his weight added to it as he crawled over her as she laid back. His dick leaving a light trail along her skin before he leaned down claiming her lips in a hot passionate kiss.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down, kissing him back just as passionately. Pulling him flush against her, she squirmed around underneath him, his dick resting against her belly.

He reached down running the thick head of his dick along her wet slit. He moaned just enjoying a little tease before they both get what they want.

"Oh fuck." she gasped, rolling her hips and pushing against him in an attempt to push him inside of her. Snagging his bottom lip with her teeth, she gently bit him to get his attention. "You tease."

He let out a low playful growl when she bit him. "I bet you like it." He continued the teasing..

She laughed and swiped her tongue over his lip where she'd bit it. She tried to frown at his words but it didn't look very convincing. "Of course I like it, even if it is torture." She could tease and torture just as good as he could if she wanted. Instead, she pulled him closer and snagged his earlobe into her mouth, nipping and sucking on it. "Just wait until I decide to tease you. Think you can handle it?"

"Mm I'm sure I can handle it." He growled out the words with a smirk. "Can you handle me after you've teased me?" He began to slowly push into her with a low husky breath that sounded like her name.

She hadn't thought that far ahead but as soon as he asked, she nodded her head. "Hell yes, I can. Now I'll just hav....oh fuck." She groaned when he pushed in so slowly and she bucked her hips, forgetting what she'd been saying.

He grinned looking down into her eyes. "Have to what?" He began moving in and out of her with slow, teasing strokes.

She looked up into his eyes, having to think a moment. "Oh, that I'll have to tease you just to show you I can handle you." she smirked, biting her lip and groaning when he moved so slow.

"I look forward to it. Like you said, you are keeping me up tonight." He grinned down at her enjoying the fact she had to stop and think because he was distracting her. He nearly pulled all the way out, just the head of his cock still inside her, before pushing back in slowly.

"Mhm...I haven't forgotten that." she grinned, knowing she could tease him enough to work him up good. Sliding her hands down his back, she pressed the tips of her fingers into his skin, her body trembling when he pushed in so delightfully slow. "Oh oh fuck.." she groaned, not exactly trying to be quiet. "Are you sure you can handle me after all this teasing?"

"Maybe I like a wild woman." The last thing he wanted was for her to be quiet. To change things up he moved a little quicker but then went back to that slow tease. He wanted it to become too much for either of them, wanted to maybe even hear her beg. He fully planned for them both to enjoy the night.

"You're gonna be disappointed if you don't." He definitely wouldn't be disappointed because the last thing she was, was quiet along with not being able to hold still. When he moved faster, she breathed a sigh of relief, rolling her hips against his and kissing him a bit softer. That is, until he slowed down again and she grunted, none too quietly even if she did like it.

He smirked hearing the grunt and nipped her lower lip. It was driving him crazy too and he murmured huskily. "Tell me what you want."

It might not have been the answer he was looking for but she told him the first thing that came to her mind. "On top."

He didn't mind relinquishing control to a beautiful woman, for now at least. Besides the thought of watching her bounce and move as she rode him was appealing. He rolled over with her until she was on top. More than likely this would finish with her under him anyway.

She was planning on him taking over in the end, just wanting to do what she wanted to torment him first. When he rolled them over, she pushed herself up, grinding down onto him and gasping when he went particularly deep. "Fuck..." Resting her hands on his chest, she moved slowly on him at first, teasingly just like he'd done, moving on his cock painfully slow.

He bit his lip groaning deeply as she began to tease him right back. He liked that she could be like this as well. He enjoyed taking his time and enjoying a moment. "Oh you are evil. I like it."

She moved slowly on him for a few more moments until she couldn't take it anymore. Then she bounced on him faster, grunting each time she bounced down onto him.

"Fuck, so hot watching you bounce and ride my cock Sam." His hips moved with hers as his hands played over her ass.

"You like that, hmm?" She smiled and gave him more to look at. Once they'd gotten into a steady rhythm, her body rolled like waves on top of him and her head fell back.

He savored this as his eyes scanned over her body. His hands sliding along her abdomen and up over her breasts gently rolling her nipples between his fingers.

She gasped softly and lifted her head, gazing down at him. "Fuck, that feels good." she groaned, bouncing a bit slower just to tease them both.

One hand slid down her body slowly rubbing over her stomach before dipping down lower to tease fingers over her clit, stroking it slowly.

"Oh fuck..." she groaned, her hips twitching causing her to buck against him. Dropping down over him, she kissed him much softer than before, quickly deepening it.

Returning the kiss he gently nudged them over until he was back on top. Hips moving steadily in and out of her kissing her deeply.

Holding tight to him when the rolled them over, she kept her arms around him and rolled her hips. "Oh god." she whimpered over and over, each time he pushed into her.

He bit his lip as a low whimpering grunt sounded from him, his hips thrusting down into her faster pushing deeper into her.

She kissed him hard and dug her fingers into his back, her hips moving with us. 'Oh jesus, Shawn" she groaned.

The kiss was returned just as hard as he shifted just enough so his body dragged against her clit as he thrust down into her.

"Oh, oh fuck!" she groaned out a little louder, "Fuck, that's good." After several more thrusts like that, she was digging her fingers into his back, her body tensing a few seconds before she came hard, crying out and soaking him in a shower of liquid.

"Fuck..." He shuddered feeling that shower of liquid coating and leaking around his dick. He thrust a few more times before he too came hard.

"Don't guess I have to ask how you liked that." she smiled warmly, her hips still rolling slowly against him.

This had better be good.

[Arms crossed, legs akimbo and irises glowing lightly in her ire, Blackfire stared frostily across the rooftop , lips pulled into a sneer at the sight of him across from her. She was angry, but she definitely felt like she should feel angrier than she was, instead of just hurt, like she was the kind to let herself be yanked around by her emotions so easily. So she faked it with the best of them, which was pretty good, since she was still pretty mad.

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, especially not if that woman happened to be Tamaranean, and he was going to learn that the hard way unless he had one hell of an apology planned.]

Look...

[ He sighs, leaning against a raised part of the roof. ]

I know what I did was shitty. I should have told you Raven and I had a thing. I know. No need to remind me.

[ He's just gonna prod slightly, so she'll get a bit of it our of her system before they start the real talking. ]

So go ahead, let it out so I can talk.

'Let it out'? You want me to 'let it out'?

[She took a step forward, fists clenched at her sides, the beginning of her blackbolts beginning in her hands before she forced the energy back, gritting her teeth.]

If I were to do that, my dear thief, you'd be splattered all over this roof and I wouldn't even get a proper chance to let you realize how angry I actually am.

[Angry, yes- but moreover hurt, and considering that this was Blackfire, the latter was more important than the former.]

I trusted you.

[Which didn't come easy to her in the slightest.]

What the hell do you think you can say that's going to make up for what you've done?

Maybe that I had a reason for it? Look at this.

[ The thief reaches down to his utility belt, and pulls out a small, black flashdrive. ]

I couldn't let you blow my cover without getting this first. Right here are the Hive Academy's plans, financial information, membership lists, and technology schematics for the next five years. Yeah, I tipped the Titans off to your location. But Jesus, Blackfire, did you really think I went good?

Information.

[Her voice went flat and disbelieving, eyes closing and a hand rising to pinch the bridge of her nose.]

You made me think you were with her again. That I-

[That she was alone again. Abandoned by the one person she'd taken a chance on.]

-that you gave me up to them... for Information? There'd better be more to it than that.

What do you want me to say? I didn't think you could handle them? You could and you did.

[ He sighed, and shook his head. ]

Not just any information. Do you know what's on this thing? They're planning on building a new Molecular Assembly Matrix. Shit that can create something from nothing. Do you have any idea what we could do with something like that? Forget that crazy jewel from Tamaran.

[Because he'd helped her figure out how, though she doesn't acknowledge as much. Instead she crosses her arms and stares him down, lips pressing together as she listens. Finally, she relaxes marginally, and huffs, turning to look away from him.]

...a little heads-up would've still been nice, you know. I'm a great actress.

[Rough translation: he was forgiven. Mostly.]

I still don't get why you had to go that far with her to try and make it believable. Jerk.

Masks make for great actors.

[ He says, with a shrug. ]

Raven's a great girl, but I can't turn good like she's asking.

Whatever.

[She tenses up again at that- is that really...]

And what about if she wasn't asking you to do that?

You think Raven's villain material?

She could be, but she won't let herself. But that's not what I mean and you know it.

[Men, honestly. You know there's something wrong with you when even Blackfire understands emotions better than you.]

What if she wasn't asking you to change? What then?

I'll be honest. I don't know.

...thought as much.

[She scowled, eyes lighting up again, expression sour.]

So what am I, the consolation prize?

[Mozart had expected some form of...something by now. Candies, chocolates, papier mâché hearts glued together with some superficial profession of love written in thick black marker. But no, Freud had given Mozart none of the sort and with only a few more days remaining, he was starting to become annoyed.

Would he bother delivering any of his expectations to Freud? Of course not. Clearly the logical solution is to sit across from Freud every chance he gets, cross his arms, and glare. Of course he's been ignoring any of Freud's remarks with a sigh or walking away. Get the hint already!]

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Zoey | Left 4 Dead | F/M

FemmeHitoshura | Shin Megami Tensei: Nocturne | OTA

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Well see I had this icon...So, 1-10.

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Princess Luna | MLP: FIM | Open but mainly looking for F/M

Misonoo Nanako | Oniisama e

Abel, Starfighter, m/m

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Zatanna Zatara || Young Justice

I got sweet, candy if you're cool with f/f

//instantly swoons

sdlkfjlgkh <3

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omg stop being so cute Zatanna

she can't help it

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your icon is strangely appropriate. I love it

TY~ I had a lot of fun iconing her.

having gone through your icons, I can only say NICELY DONE.

I would've done more, but I wanted to save some space for next month's episode~

I have never wanted a month to go by faster this badly.

Same. The premise sounds like "Kids' Stuff" meets some of Zee's comic backstory~

That will be so epic. I'm hoping for more Wally/Artemis soon but girly shenanigans? Just as good.