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[ For a moment, just a split second, Obikawa pauses - the silence that Makoto had allowed to linger suddenly biting him like a snake in the grass. He's completely unprepared, the wit he'd have to so casually maneuver around the conversation suddenly vanishing; his pupils growing just a hint smaller as he turns his head completely to look at the youth beside him.
There's a hint of confusion as well as fear when he finally answers: ]
That's... good? Huh. What were we talking about just now?
[ His mind draws a blank, further and further away from the answer he knows is true - because he's seen it. The opposing figures that threatened the life of the man he took over with all the money he owed; the sensations of those moments were unfamiliar to him, but he does at least remember it. ]
That's right! Your messed up face! Hey, I'm really good at patching people up - my friend back home was always a mess 'cause of his job, so I'd help up sometimes when he couldn't do it himself. Aren't I such a good friend? [ His grip on Makoto's shoulder tightens. ] So when ya wanna blow off some steam just come to me. I don't want you hanging around with a bad crowd.
There's a hint of confusion as well as fear when he finally answers: ]
That's... good? Huh. What were we talking about just now?
[ His mind draws a blank, further and further away from the answer he knows is true - because he's seen it. The opposing figures that threatened the life of the man he took over with all the money he owed; the sensations of those moments were unfamiliar to him, but he does at least remember it. ]
That's right! Your messed up face! Hey, I'm really good at patching people up - my friend back home was always a mess 'cause of his job, so I'd help up sometimes when he couldn't do it himself. Aren't I such a good friend? [ His grip on Makoto's shoulder tightens. ] So when ya wanna blow off some steam just come to me. I don't want you hanging around with a bad crowd.
[ it could be a dark romance novel if we really wanted it to be... vore and all.............
but alas, they aren't living in that fantasy. ishmael's mind is gone, replaced with nothing but the overwhelming heat of him, the sharp slap of skin against skin, the way his cock pummels that one devastating spot within her with precision. she whines with every thrust, pushing her hips against him with every push and pull of his cock, trying to meet his thrust with desperation as she begins to veer over the edge --
but it never comes. he's the one coming instead, painting her with white ribbons from her navel and up to her head and stomach. she barely has a second to process the sudden unbearable emptiness within her, her core aching from being denied from orgasming, and she groans as she shifts underneath him. what the fuck, he didn't even let her finish...... ]
...Fuck.
[ she flings her arm over her eyes again, slick chest heaving from it all. it's nice of him to pull out, but she can't help but agree with him. he really should've finished within her so that she'll know what it feels like to be filled and be whole for once. ]
Next time... I'll get you for this next time.
[ since they're now homies and all :/ ]
but alas, they aren't living in that fantasy. ishmael's mind is gone, replaced with nothing but the overwhelming heat of him, the sharp slap of skin against skin, the way his cock pummels that one devastating spot within her with precision. she whines with every thrust, pushing her hips against him with every push and pull of his cock, trying to meet his thrust with desperation as she begins to veer over the edge --
but it never comes. he's the one coming instead, painting her with white ribbons from her navel and up to her head and stomach. she barely has a second to process the sudden unbearable emptiness within her, her core aching from being denied from orgasming, and she groans as she shifts underneath him. what the fuck, he didn't even let her finish...... ]
...Fuck.
[ she flings her arm over her eyes again, slick chest heaving from it all. it's nice of him to pull out, but she can't help but agree with him. he really should've finished within her so that she'll know what it feels like to be filled and be whole for once. ]
Next time... I'll get you for this next time.
[ since they're now homies and all :/ ]
( makoto catches the silence of the pause and the brief fluctuation in obikawa’s demeanor, but it happens so quickly and smoothly that he can’t seem to grasp on to what the reason or purpose for either might be. his own expression creases at the corners in similar shades of confusion, just as unable to parse what the other man was saying as he was able to reconcile the memories and experiences of the person who was to the being that currently is.
it’s… strange, to be sure. but obikawa has always been strange to makoto’s eye—and that’s coming from a certified Weirdo™ who had spent several months in the company of bona fide demons. still, something like this isn’t a deterrent to him. it incites more curiosity than wariness, though perhaps makoto should reconsider more of the latter; his self-preservation instincts weren’t always sharpest, it would seem. )
Um… ( —the yakuza? ) It’s alright. Don’t worry about it.
( it’s not like he loses much in letting the topic go. he doesn’t have any experience with seedy, underworld types. this had perhaps been his first brush with such circles, and he thinks he’s learned his lesson.
something he needs to impress, it seems. ) Yeah, yeah… I’m not going to hang around places like that again, that’s for sure. ( he winces a little as the tightening grip on his shoulder sends a small wave of aches and pains radiating down his arm. he glances up towards obikawa. ) Maybe too good of a friend. What—are you offering to let me beat you up?
( he’s mostly being colloquial with the conversation… it’s not even makoto’s preferred method of hurting someone, really. too brutish. too painful even to oneself. he may have gotten a few good hits in, but he feels like those hurt him just as much as they hurt the other person. inefficient, by his own measure… )
it’s… strange, to be sure. but obikawa has always been strange to makoto’s eye—and that’s coming from a certified Weirdo™ who had spent several months in the company of bona fide demons. still, something like this isn’t a deterrent to him. it incites more curiosity than wariness, though perhaps makoto should reconsider more of the latter; his self-preservation instincts weren’t always sharpest, it would seem. )
Um… ( —the yakuza? ) It’s alright. Don’t worry about it.
( it’s not like he loses much in letting the topic go. he doesn’t have any experience with seedy, underworld types. this had perhaps been his first brush with such circles, and he thinks he’s learned his lesson.
something he needs to impress, it seems. ) Yeah, yeah… I’m not going to hang around places like that again, that’s for sure. ( he winces a little as the tightening grip on his shoulder sends a small wave of aches and pains radiating down his arm. he glances up towards obikawa. ) Maybe too good of a friend. What—are you offering to let me beat you up?
( he’s mostly being colloquial with the conversation… it’s not even makoto’s preferred method of hurting someone, really. too brutish. too painful even to oneself. he may have gotten a few good hits in, but he feels like those hurt him just as much as they hurt the other person. inefficient, by his own measure… )
[ It's only in Obikawa's blood to mess up a potential meet-cute. ]
Mm... hm. Yeah. I'm just glad to see that you don't have any feathers, really. [ He places the glass he had in his hands on the table across from him, slowly moving to stand up on his feet. ] You ever been held down by one of those? The talons on them are really annoying.
[ He comes closer, his steps calculated and slow. It's all to keep him upright and from falling headfirst in the carpet, but his expression is evident of interest. ] They hook and sink in. I hate those types the most. But you're not like that at all. [ He shows no sense of reservation as he reaches out to grab the arm that was left outstretched, touching the base of the Feline's forearm with a smile. He taps his index finger against fur, a sensation that's not unfamiliar to him. ]
Right?
Mm... hm. Yeah. I'm just glad to see that you don't have any feathers, really. [ He places the glass he had in his hands on the table across from him, slowly moving to stand up on his feet. ] You ever been held down by one of those? The talons on them are really annoying.
[ He comes closer, his steps calculated and slow. It's all to keep him upright and from falling headfirst in the carpet, but his expression is evident of interest. ] They hook and sink in. I hate those types the most. But you're not like that at all. [ He shows no sense of reservation as he reaches out to grab the arm that was left outstretched, touching the base of the Feline's forearm with a smile. He taps his index finger against fur, a sensation that's not unfamiliar to him. ]
Right?
[ He’s quietly ushering them back to the barracks, mind rushed with memories not his own; sleepless nights, dark alleyways, the empty apartment surrounded in darkness. The true Obikawa Kiyoshi - alone and with nothing else to lose, a man eaten alive by a god who chose to inhabit his body simply because of his name. Born and died and unfortunate. Nothing that Makoto needs to worry himself about.
Maybe.
Maybe.
Maybe? Why isn’t he so sure of himself? ]
I don’t like getting hit. [ And he directs Makoto to his bunk, which was left in disarray and already marked as lived in by Obikawa - a discarded pair of shorts tossed at the end of the bed, an energy drink left somewhere on the floor. But did at least stash a few bandages in his pillowcase. ] I don’t like my friends getting hurt, either.
[ Did he expect he or someone else would get hurt? Who cares? ]
So if it means you’ll stay away from people who might hurt you, I don’t mind. But that doesn’t mean just hit me whenever you have some minor inconvenience. I’ll actually get mad at you. [ He holds up two flimsy bandages: one decorated with strawberries and another with wide smiles. ] Which one?
Maybe.
Maybe.
Maybe? Why isn’t he so sure of himself? ]
I don’t like getting hit. [ And he directs Makoto to his bunk, which was left in disarray and already marked as lived in by Obikawa - a discarded pair of shorts tossed at the end of the bed, an energy drink left somewhere on the floor. But did at least stash a few bandages in his pillowcase. ] I don’t like my friends getting hurt, either.
[ Did he expect he or someone else would get hurt? Who cares? ]
So if it means you’ll stay away from people who might hurt you, I don’t mind. But that doesn’t mean just hit me whenever you have some minor inconvenience. I’ll actually get mad at you. [ He holds up two flimsy bandages: one decorated with strawberries and another with wide smiles. ] Which one?
( makoto’s own human life had had very little of value to it. he’d been a subpar student at best, utterly friendless, unathletic, only really tolerated even in his own home… he could have vanished, and not a single person’s life would have been lesser for it. quite the contrary—there was sizable evidence to show that it probably would have bettered or made others’ lives safer. where he had summoned and contracted with a demon, the true obikawa kiyoshi had run afoul of a God; the states that they had eventually ended up in after those encounters would be darkly ironic to makoto, viewed in comparison. he’s never had any affection for gods. if any deity did exist, he hated them for creating such an unfortunate life as his and abandoning him to its consequences, even when he’d done nothing to bring it on or deserve it.
ah, but they would have to cross that bridge when they got to it, one day (in another thread).
when they arrive at the bunk, it doesn’t surprise him that it’s obikawa’s. there’s a certain amount of… haphazard disarray that suited him (unlike makoto, who fastidiously made the bed each morning). he hesitates a few steps away from it, absentmindedly rubbing at his right arm, where he knows a kaleidoscope of bruising is likely pressing up to the surface of the skin.
what obikawa offers is kind… in his own way. makoto thinks he rather enjoys kindness that’s not the typical, saccharine-sweet kind. he feels like he can trust it more.
nevertheless, he ultimately doesn’t think it’s all that necessary. he shakes his head. ) I, um… I don’t think what happened tonight is going to happen again. ( he attempts a thin, wan smile. ) I don’t like getting hit any more than you do.
( he doesn’t say anything about his friends getting hurt, though, because he kind of likes it when anyone gets hurt, but. he does understand the sentiment. if he knew that was the only reason obikawa was suffering such treatment, he’d feel bad about it. it was only from a mismanagement of his own emotions and frustration. he can find better outlets for that. )
So, hopefully I won’t give you any reason to get mad at me.
( his pale gaze moves between the two offered bandages. honestly… )
They’re both kind of terrible… ( though, after a moment’s pause, he picks the one with the smiles on it. )
ah, but they would have to cross that bridge when they got to it, one day (in another thread).
when they arrive at the bunk, it doesn’t surprise him that it’s obikawa’s. there’s a certain amount of… haphazard disarray that suited him (unlike makoto, who fastidiously made the bed each morning). he hesitates a few steps away from it, absentmindedly rubbing at his right arm, where he knows a kaleidoscope of bruising is likely pressing up to the surface of the skin.
what obikawa offers is kind… in his own way. makoto thinks he rather enjoys kindness that’s not the typical, saccharine-sweet kind. he feels like he can trust it more.
nevertheless, he ultimately doesn’t think it’s all that necessary. he shakes his head. ) I, um… I don’t think what happened tonight is going to happen again. ( he attempts a thin, wan smile. ) I don’t like getting hit any more than you do.
( he doesn’t say anything about his friends getting hurt, though, because he kind of likes it when anyone gets hurt, but. he does understand the sentiment. if he knew that was the only reason obikawa was suffering such treatment, he’d feel bad about it. it was only from a mismanagement of his own emotions and frustration. he can find better outlets for that. )
So, hopefully I won’t give you any reason to get mad at me.
( his pale gaze moves between the two offered bandages. honestly… )
They’re both kind of terrible… ( though, after a moment’s pause, he picks the one with the smiles on it. )
[It's easier to accept something might go comically wrong when it doesn't involve his dick. He's a bit egocentric that way.]
[His tail lashes back behind him while he doesn't move an inch to make the other man's journey easier. He does listen, though. The idea of feathers doesn't unsettle him. Plenty of Liberi had feathers somewhere on their body or embedded in their hair. Talons were rarer. While the other man takes his arm, touches the fur, Aak considers how much he would need to piss off a Liberi to get held down by talons...]
I try to keep things more friendly. [he can imagine it, at least, from similar weapon wounds]
See, I keep my nails all nice and everything. [he splays his fingers, where the black-quicked nails are indeed neatly trimmed.] No point in hurtin' someone unless I want to.
[A little hint of threat, though. Even if he doesn't need to, he personally dislikes implying he's totally harmless.]
[His tail lashes back behind him while he doesn't move an inch to make the other man's journey easier. He does listen, though. The idea of feathers doesn't unsettle him. Plenty of Liberi had feathers somewhere on their body or embedded in their hair. Talons were rarer. While the other man takes his arm, touches the fur, Aak considers how much he would need to piss off a Liberi to get held down by talons...]
I try to keep things more friendly. [he can imagine it, at least, from similar weapon wounds]
See, I keep my nails all nice and everything. [he splays his fingers, where the black-quicked nails are indeed neatly trimmed.] No point in hurtin' someone unless I want to.
[A little hint of threat, though. Even if he doesn't need to, he personally dislikes implying he's totally harmless.]
[ Apparently falling love - completely unbeknownst to him - was enough to send talons sinking into his skin. Hooking into organs and pulling down scales, a memory that makes him only slightly irritated in his drunken state. He escaped and lived, but the fact that one of his own kin had attacked him was still enough to piss him off.
His fingers come to follow the curve of Aak’s nails before withdrawing his hands completely. ]
But what if they want you to? [ He asks, feeling the brush of red deepen in his ears. ] You could scratch me up a little and I wouldn’t mind, at least.
His fingers come to follow the curve of Aak’s nails before withdrawing his hands completely. ]
But what if they want you to? [ He asks, feeling the brush of red deepen in his ears. ] You could scratch me up a little and I wouldn’t mind, at least.
[Some things were less a matter of what they did but what others around them decided to do. For all the transgressions he committed himself he caught the most shit for ones he had no choice in.]
[His ears perk up at the question. He certainly preferred to be able to inflict a little bit of pain and soreness. Anytime he was specifically told not to it was so distracting to worry about how he held himself or the force with which he used teeth against skin.]
[(And if there was some mistake downstairs he could also just vent his frustration with that as an excuse! Lucky him!)]
Oh, that's good to know! [Part of his smile is wholly sincere, for the reasons above. He bounces on his heels, a bit eager again.]
I can't do talons but I could bite you up a bit, if you're a lil' M, hehehe.
[He tugs his cheek to the side so the pointed canine is revealed.]
[His ears perk up at the question. He certainly preferred to be able to inflict a little bit of pain and soreness. Anytime he was specifically told not to it was so distracting to worry about how he held himself or the force with which he used teeth against skin.]
[(And if there was some mistake downstairs he could also just vent his frustration with that as an excuse! Lucky him!)]
Oh, that's good to know! [Part of his smile is wholly sincere, for the reasons above. He bounces on his heels, a bit eager again.]
I can't do talons but I could bite you up a bit, if you're a lil' M, hehehe.
[He tugs his cheek to the side so the pointed canine is revealed.]
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