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Post by Raimi on Dec 6, 2008 19:45:22 GMT -5
He dug his feet in, glaring.
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Post by Zadkiel on Dec 6, 2008 19:48:16 GMT -5
Amry glared, before yanking, at the same time moving forward in a whirl, slamming him up against the wall.
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Post by Raimi on Dec 6, 2008 19:49:17 GMT -5
He stumbled forward, and then had the wind knocked out of him when he was shoved up against the wall, wincing, eyes red as he glared daggers up into Amry's eyes.
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Post by Zadkiel on Dec 6, 2008 19:52:01 GMT -5
"Glare all you want," he whispered, slipping the fingers of his free hand into hair, tilting his head to the side. "It makes your bauty even more pronounced." He grinned.
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Post by Raimi on Dec 6, 2008 19:53:32 GMT -5
He struggled against him, even if he knew it were in vain, and felt degraded by doing so. "I'd rather be fucked by your father." he hissed.
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Post by Zadkiel on Dec 6, 2008 19:57:39 GMT -5
Amry's eyes widened before he glared. It hurt and made him feel terribly guilty and pissed. "Well that's just too bad. My father has a mate. You're always to busy running from everyone. I don't want to hurt you, but you won't just give in. He's not going to leave my mother for you. He gave up on your Arsani. It's a damn shame, no offense to my mother." He pushed a knee between his legs, forcing them apart so he could stand between the juncture of his thighs.
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Post by Raimi on Dec 6, 2008 19:59:01 GMT -5
He made a noise, and spit on his face.
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Post by Zadkiel on Dec 6, 2008 20:04:43 GMT -5
He froze before slowly twisting some to wipe his face on his shoulder. "if I had wanted your spit, I would have asked for it another way..." He growled, before grabbing him by the hair, hand secure on the chain. He drug him to the bed and tossed him down, winding the chain about the headboard, securing it with a quick spell.
"I would have willing been gentle with you, I love you, you stupid bastard, but i'm not my father. I'm not going to fight with you for years jus to be in your good graces." All the while jhe spoke he began to slide his shirt off, unbuckling his trousers to kick them off.
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Post by Raimi on Dec 6, 2008 20:06:30 GMT -5
"Don't you dare touch me." he seethed, getting ready to dissappear again.
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Post by Zadkiel on Dec 6, 2008 20:07:46 GMT -5
"Don't worry, i'll make sure you enjoy it," he waved a hand to bind him there, preventing his imminent escape, before he crawled onto the bed. "Kick, andi'll hurt you," he warned, reaching down to keep his knees on the bed, his lips finding the heated flesh of the base of hi neck.
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Post by Raimi on Dec 6, 2008 20:08:54 GMT -5
He simply glowered. He refused to enjoy this.
And he would not. And would never.
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Post by Zadkiel on Dec 6, 2008 20:17:29 GMT -5
Amry sighed, running his tongue up a jaw.....
///some odd hours later///
He silently undid the chains of Arsani's sleeping form, kissing bruised wrists, staring down at him. They'd fallen asleep after he'd claimed the other's body. He'd just woken not more then ten minutes ago, and had stared at him before deciding. He wanted Arsani willing. Writing under him, blushing because of him. Not in anger. Guilt stabbed at him like a hot iron, branding his pride, making his love for the other into something dirty.
He picked up the other wrist to undo the chain. He knew he would regret this. Arsani would run to the far reaches of the universe to get away from him now. But he woud chase him...
The last shackle, about his neck came apart with the click, and he he brushed matted hair back to gently stroke the mark he'd left, sighing. "You're free now," he murmured to him, fingers dancing down his slender body, the skin littered in bruises and bites.
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Post by Raimi on Dec 6, 2008 20:22:54 GMT -5
Even in sleep, his body was in pain.
Amry had not been gentle in the least. And although he'd struggled and fought as best he could, the newly crowned Creator had overpowered him and had his way.
And it had hurt.
Never before had he been injured to the point his body had simply given out, after all, he'd been the best in all he'd done. However, this time, it was different.
If Amry tried to get at him again, he'd still fight all he was worth. Even after this, after being degraded so far he felt worse than the ground Mortals trampled upon, he still had pride within him, and the Pride would never let him back down without a fight.
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Post by Zadkiel on Dec 6, 2008 20:26:15 GMT -5
Amry made a sound before standing. He got a shower, coming back with a basin of water. He proceeded to gently cleanse him. His shoulders and stomache, all the way down to his feet. He set the water aside, disturbed that it was tinged with blood. Had he been that rough??"
He picked up the chain and tossed the heavy thing to the floor, sighing, dropping his head into his hands. Arsani would never love him. Not now. He could have him as much as he wanted. Chain him to anything and have his way, but it would get boring. It would get old when the other wasn't into it.
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Post by Raimi on Dec 6, 2008 20:27:34 GMT -5
He made a noise and turned in his sleep, tainted hair clinging to his bare back and the still wet pillows.
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