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They protecc, they atacc

PROTECTOR/PROTECTED
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There’s no real push to your actions; you do them as if they were second nature. Perhaps, initially, you were assigned this role, as protector and guardian of this person. Maybe you took it on because there was no one else. A natural guardian or not, good or evil, you caught a shining to them and felt…something. Something hard to explain, but you want to keep them safe and happy - or at the very least, content. No one is as dedicated to them as you. You want them to reach their goals; to help them achieve them, you'll do what you must, even if it means being their gofer or their right hand.

But most of all, you don't want them to end up like you. They're worth more than that.

Yet somehow, along the line, you became more to them, more than just their protector. You protect them anew and you've found a different way to make them happy. It's selfish, too, because you love them in your way and you want them more than anything. You may feel guilty, of course. They don't, though, and that's what matters.

Comment with your character, preferences, and what you'd prefer to play: protector or protected.
Remember, you don't have to be so rigid. A traditionally weak character can "protect" a traditionally strong one in emotional ways.
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Promise ✖ You told them you would take care of their lover, no matter what. You intend to follow through with that.
Close ✖ What are friends for if not taking care of unfinished business?
Debt Owed ✖ Kindness or favor has to be repaid, even if it's an investment in someone else.
Atonement ✖ Whether or not you particularly cared for the person who's gone is irrelevant. You just need to make up for past sins.
No Good ✖ You're taking care of the one left behind, but not out of good intentions. There may be ulterior motives here - no, there are definitely ulterior motives here. Or maybe this is the one good thing you've done in your life.
Guilt ✖ It's your fault that you're here and their significant other isn't. It's a paltry repayment.
Bearer of Bad News ✖ You can't blame them for wanting to shoot the messenger. You are telling them their lover is dead.
Related ✖ In days past, the living partner would be cared for by their dead partner's family. As a sibling or cousin of the deceased, you want to continue that tradition and take care of "family."
Wo/man Up ✖ Actually, their lover isn't dead, they're just dead to you, unable or unwilling to take care of business. You're stepping up.
Friends ✖ You were all friends before, so it's only natural for you to want to look out for them now.
Derisive ✖ ...this is the person they loved so much? This is who you're supposed to protect? Pathetic.
Resentful ✖ You can never forgive them. They're the reason your lover is dead, no matter how they treat you.
What They Saw in You ✖ You're beginning to see why someone would love them, how they'd want to give up their old ways and change. It's almost...nice.
Warming Up ✖ If you didn't get along at first, the claws are being put away now. It's better to at least be civil, isn't it?
Still in Danger ✖ Whatever killed one half of the pair is still out there, and the other half is in danger themselves.
Other Complications ✖ Not only did your mutual acquaintance leave behind a lover, but also children. You find yourself getting closer and closer to them, too, even if they aren't yours.
Compromised ✖ You can't look after them with a level head. You love them.
Can't Love Again ✖ You've lost before. You can't risk losing again, can you?
Out of the Dark ✖ One or both of you find yourselves in a hole. You can barely eat, hardly sleep, and depression has taken hold of you. Together, though, you may find the light and a way out of despair.
First Time ✖ Simply what it says. You two have taken your relationship to the next level.
Changed ✖ Before, you were bitter. Hard. Jaded. Now, helping someone - specifically, helping this person - has brought a new kind of joy into your life. You could get used to it. Easily and dangerously used to it, to be brutally honest. You shouldn't allow it.
Living Together ✖ You can take care of them more throughly if you're in the same place as they are, obviously.
Hidden Jealousy ✖ When their lover was alive, you were jealous of everything they had - including the fact that they had the person you're looking after now. Admitting this may make you feel like the most awful person in the world.
Secrets Revealed ✖ Eventually, your involvement with the death of their beloved will come out, and they will never be able to look at you the same way.
Dependent ✖ Replacing one unhealthy habit with another, you've become utterly dependent on your relationship with your caretaker, your guardian, your lover.
Won't Be a Replacement ✖ You can't help but feel as if you're merely serving as a stand in for what they've lost. It's understandable, yet you still can't allow yourself to be that and only that.
Not Really Gone ✖ What is dead should stay dead, but what if who you thought was gone isn't really out of the picture? Will they be happy with finding someone else so cozy and in love with their special someone?
The Same Mistakes ✖ You're falling into the same patterns that lead to their death. Will you meet the same fate?
Who's Helping Who ✖ You think you're taking care of them and helping them through their loss. Is that the case? But who's never been this happy before in their life?
Move On ✖ It's time to put ghosts to rest and let old demons go. You can't let your life become a graveyard.
Tragedy ✖ The ending is unhappy or even deadly for both of you.
Happy Ending ✖ In contrast to the above, you're both able to live as together as happily as you possibly can, whatever can be allowed.
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Yes you can, but the way the human brain works after trauma does color those choices. A lot. Typically after death humans seek out one of a few things. Privacy to grieve. Food and drink to glut themselves. Sex, to feel alive. You haven’t been able to get the first and so you’re sort of subconsciously heading for the third.

You’re emotionally vulnerable. Tommy was not wrong to drag me away. He wasn’t wrong.

[And still he isn’t pulling back.]

[His fingers trace lightly over David's ribs, closing that small distance he's left, though there's a guilty look on his face.

Everything he says makes sense, but...if they both want this- how can it be so wrong?]

Please- [He moves without thinking, stealing another kiss, more demanding this time, a need behind it he can't articulate.]

[Tommy was going to kill him when he got back. He shuddered against the light fingers at his side and the second their lips met David was moving. Sure, he meets the intensity of Billy’s kiss with just as much. But he needs to do more, which in this case means pushing Billy back, back, back until he has Billy presses against a wall. And even that isn’t enough. His free hand finds Billy’s other hip and grips it for just a moment before both hands slide down Billy’s legs just enough to get a grip on his thighs and then he’s lifting Billy up. He’s definitely strong, because he has no problem at all lifting Billy, not even needing the wall to support any of his weight.]

Mmm-

[Billy sighs gratefully, moving easily with David's guidance, legs hooking around him as he's hoisted up. He clings fast despite David's firm grip, and his magic reaches out to protect them, a faint shimmer in the air, leaving them somewhat displaced in time.]

[Well, at least they could hopefully avoid interruptions. But at true moment he wasn’t sure if he cared. Let Tommy come back and get an eyeful. What he cares is that he has Billy there, and there is definitely an appreciative hum at those legs around his waist. Strong. He always thought Billy’s legs would be strong and wrap around him so well. His mouth finally tears away from Billy’s, moving to kiss along his jaw, and then down his neck.]

We shouldn’t [whispered against Billy’s skin between kisses] but I want to touch you everywhere. You’re the mistake I would repeat forever, given a chance.

[It's not even a conscious act, Billy's hardly aware it's happening, nback of his fingers tracing lightly over David's cheek, a breathless smile on his face, shaking his head and pushing to silence him with another kiss.]

So do it. Don't think. [He shouldn't be encouraging this. But it feels so good to just let go.]

[Well, if Billy doesn't want him talking, then he's just going to let it go. Just kisses Billy again and again. When he pulls back again he takes a moment to catch his breath and smile at Billy. He looks so beautiful. David catches his breath and his hand reaches back just a bit to squeeze Billy's ass. Nice and pert.]

That cape really does you no justice. Or are you trying to keep the team from staring?

[He laughs, that flush returning, and his gaze darts away almost shyly at first.]

You missed the costume where I showed it off.

[His hand drops to follow the line of David's chest, fingers slipping up under his shirt.]

I did. Damn I wish I hadn't, if there was something to make you look even better than you already do.

[The wall isn't good for this, right? He spares another kiss to Billy's neck, and a little nip along with it, before turning to drop Billy to the nearest bed. Doesn't care which it is. Just smiles and looks down at Billy, biting his lip lightly as he considers Billy. He looks good enough to eat. Then he moves to kneel on the bed.]

You have no idea how hard it has been to be close to you after fights, your breath short, your lips parted as you caught your breath.

Heh-

[Sixteen year old Billy would have died to hear himself described that that. Present day Billy doesn't handle it that much better, grinning and pink as he's deposited onto the bed, looking up at David with that shy eagerness.]

You really are good at everything, aren't you?

[Even now he seems to know exactly what to say.]

I'm not. Clearly we're finding my self-control sucks.

[A point that is reinforced by David tugging Billy's shirt up enough to bare a strip of Billy's stomach. He holds Billy's eyes as he leans down to lay a kiss on the uncovered skin.]

My timing. [Another kiss, a bit further up.] My patience. [Further still as his hands slide up Billy's chest to uncover that too.] My resolve not to touch the man I love.

[Unable to break that gaze, Billy swallows thickly, breath trembling when he finally remembers to exhale.]

Oh fuck. [He curses softly, feeling hot, pushing up on a elbow and reaching to brush over David's hair.]

Probably not. Though I would be lying if I said I hadn't thought about you below me before.

[What? That wasn't a question? Strange. His mouth does keep up it's slow kisses up Billy's body. With his shirt worked up like that too David's hands are free to brush back down his chest to his waist.]

Probably... Probably better to stop, right? Tommy could be back any moment.

You have?

[Not a question. Gods. You're killing him. ]

...Probably should.

[And yet-]

...I can keep us safe.

[Safe? David raises an eyebrow at that assertion, even as his fingers just barely slip under the top of Billy's pants, sliding along skin that would otherwise be covered. Just the very tips of his fingers stroking over skin as his lips back it up to a nipple and he leaves a kiss just below one.]

I have, Billy. Of course. Which is why I barely ever stuck around near you when fights were over. I had to be doing something else. Get my mind off of you. Because I had, have no right to these feelings.

Tell me to stop Billy. You should tell me to stop.

Tommy won't know...

[It's selfish. It's wrong. He shouldn't be doing this.

He breathes out a pleading sigh, feeling every touch as though his sensitivity has been turned up to 11.]

I don- hhh- I don't want you to stop.

That makes too of us.

[More the fools they were for it. Later, he can feel guilty later. He can regret it later. Right now he thinks he might regret it more if he doesn’t do something.]

Take your shirt off. It’s in my way.

[Hearing that makes him feel better. Lessens some of the guilt that's still trying to claw at him. He pushes more magic into keeping them locked away. No one will know. No time will pass. No one needs to know but them.

Billy shifts so he can tug his shirt off, giving a bashful laugh.]

[Secrets will eat you up inside, Billy. But David doesn't comment on that, just smiles as he lets his hands play up Billy's fully bare chest. One hand stops at a nipple to pinch it lightly, rolling it between his fingers.]

Tell me what you want. Tell me how you want to be touched, how you want to be kissed. Surely there are things you've always wanted that you've never had the chance for. Let me be that chance. Let me be your fantasy come to life.

[They most certainly will. Billy's not thinking ahead far enough to worry about that just yet. He's barely thinking at all.

He hisses softly, head lulling back with an encouraging sigh.]

I want...want you to take charge.

[Ever since David collected him, took him into safety, he's had an air of knowing exactly what they should do in any given moment. Right now, that's what Billy wants, that same certainty, that same guiding hand, knowing what's best.]

[Well, that brings a warm smile to David's lips. It's the sort of request he's very, very happy to fulfill. Because he gets it. Sometimes a person just needs to surrender. To trust someone else to provide, and David intended to.]

Who am I to deny such a request?

[Still, that's as good as permission for him to take his hands off of Billy. Not that he means to tease the other man. Just that he needs his hands free long enough to get his own shirt off and cast aside. He's fit under that, fit in a way that says that his costume? That wasn't just show. No, it was just tight as hell to his body, fitting ever liked a glove. Billy just knew too many men who were too fit to be fair. And those muscles, they definitely bulge on his chest and arms as he picks Billy up to move him further back onto the bed. Then he moves to straddle Billy's body, putting him in a better position to have his hands on the witch. And a better one for him to return to getting his mouth on Billy, this time for the end of wrapping his mouth around a nipple to suck at the sensitive flesh.]

Oh...Wow.

[Billy's eyes wander over the newly exposed muscles in wonder. That costume really was basically painted on, wasn't it?

He gives a breathless sort of laugh as David moves him, that at least he's used to. His hands catch at David's thighs, massaging over them with as hushed groan as he bent over him.]

And that's definitely a bonus to my self-worth.

[When a guy who regularly sleeps with a beefcake like Teddy is impressed by him? He's taking the win. And he smirks at the hands on his legs. On a whim he clenches the muscles there, just to give Billy a feel for how strong they really are.

That doesn't keep him from his own exploration, mouth busy now at licking and biting at a nipple while he rolls the other between his fingers. Really, it would be seriously impolite to leave one unattended, would it not?]

Seriously, how do you get your shirt on? You don't have magic or shape shifting.

[He flashes a teasing grin, and gives an appreciative hum at the flex of those thighs. One of his hands wandered to trace up along the line of David's back, breath shuddering, and he clings to David with a heat spreading across his cheeks.

His nipples rise easily under the attention their receiving, and he squirms under David.]

I put my arms through sleeves one at a time? Or do you mean the X-Men thing? Those are custom made for us, and very stretchy.

[Good, squirming is good. Squirming means he's getting reactions, and that's what he wants. He hums happily as he moves back down Billy's body, kissing a trail back down Billy's chest as his hands find Billy's pants and start to undo the buttons. These need to be off for his mouth to be where he wants it.]

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