[ Sinistra could sympathize. Right now, in the darkness of these late hours, he doesn't want to think about how lonely he is. How tired he is. How he never asked for any of this. How he just wanted to rejoin his brother, in his heart. They're both connecting with each other because they can't connect with anyone else, let alone Dextera, right? Not at this point, at least.
He wonders, if his brother falls into this man's clutches, will he be tossed aside? Will he be able to prevent his brother being tainted by this man? Is it fruitless? He just can't tell at this point.
The word 'abandon' rings in him as he instinctively tries to rock his hips down with the motions of the Archangel's hips. Short, soft moans leave him as he listens to him, watching him with hazy eyes. ]
Yes... that day, I was also... also abandoned. That day... when he decided I should be-- be the one to die alone. Both of us, then. He left both of us behind.
[ He sighs out a long breath and turns his head, grasping the blankets under him. ]
[ A burst of anger and indignation burns in his chest suddenly. He is the Archangel; he gave up his name and everything for his singular goal. To say that his only purpose in life is generate chroma for this world?!
He wants to laugh. He can feel the hysterical laughter take the place of anger around his heart. His grip tightens on Sinistra's hips, and he's fairly certain that he's going to leave bruises. Good. Seeing them later will excite him. ]
No. I'll make something better for us. [ Even though just seconds ago he was "fine" with the idea, he spits on it just as fast. ] I'll create something better for us. [ His panting increases as does his thrusts; he enjoys how Sinistra rocks against him. He enjoys the sweet sounds that he makes.
Leaning forward, he drops his head down to kiss and nip at the other's chest. He drags his tongue across the heated skin. Dextera. Even though he knows that Sinistra will all but castrate him if he calls his brother's name during sex, he still calls for him in his thoughts. ]
[ He can feel that tension in the Archangel grow through his hands, feeling them tighten on his hips until there is a distinct pain. He squirms and presses his thighs against the Archangel's sides as his body tenses, but doesn't complain, finding some kind of solace in the ache pressing into his bones. He lets out an audible breath as he relaxes again.
Something one of them said really dug into him. The Archangel was no where near as resigned as Sinistra. ]
And what will you do...? How will you do it...?
[ He watches the Archangel's head meet his chest and bring his hands up to comb into his hair. He might not have affection for this man, but he's still human. When they're not fighting beforehand, he wants to be comforted and to touch. It's natural, isn't it? It makes him feel more 'solid'.
He knows this isn't for him. He knows who all of this is 'for', but he can revel in it, can't he? ]
[ His eyes shut as the fingers slide through his hair. He can imagine that it's Dextera; it honestly makes him thrust that much harder into Sinistra as he drowns himself in that fantasy. ]
I'm thinking. But I can do it.
[ Archangel opens his mouth to bite a little harder on the other's chest. He leaves all sorts of little bruises on the skin this way. Yes, I can do it. It seems like he really should talk to Sinistra more when he fucks him. This allows him to get ideas of how to move forward rather than resign himself to his own thoughts.
In some ways, I want to give up. I want to stop, but what's the point of it? Why stop now? ]
[ The added force dregs up louder sounds from the normally silent man, moans rolling up from his chest as he slides his hands down the Archangel's back to dig his nails against his shoulders. ]
No... no promises without... an action in mind.
[ His breath hitches at the teeth that sink into him. That pain always cements him into this body that can feel so many things. Even when he was a child, he felt numb and oddly cold. The heat radiating up from his belly and the sharp feelings that run through his nerves from his toes to his shoulders make this body feel... real. Somehow, this is real. He will eat these sensations up greedily, even if it is the Archangel imparting them onto him. ]
In this place, you have no status... no power... so I wonder what options you have.
[ His voice remains relatively steady -- and he marvels about it. Archangel assumes that it comes from the state of his "real body." No one knew how much pain he was in; he could keep his tone even and calm. Quite a useful talent especially in moments like these.
He almost wants to laugh. ]
The only option ahead of me is to create what has been lost. [ His hips move faster, almost loving the sound of how the bed squeaks and yields beneath them. It's less lovemaking as he would with Dextera and more just straight fucking. ] To give you a place, too... [ That's the poison that he offers to Sinistra. ] And I'll give you your own wings.
[ It's a soft confirmation as he tries to focus on what the man's saying. His head is hazy, caught up in the heat between them, the startling sound of his heartbeat almost enough to distract him. These are the times when he's finally truly aware of it; painfully aware of it and what it means.
He's not so good at calm, though he tries for as long as he can. He feels so numb so often, this kind of connection can overwhelm him in due time but he revels in it no matter how agitated he is at initiation.
A place... for him? Could such a place exist? He's felt like an outsider in all places since he first became aware of himself. He's not sure he knows how to feel 'belonging' at all. No where outside of his brother's side, at least.
His voice rasps out as he squeezes his thighs against the Archangel's hips, gasping as he speaks. ]
[ The word is spoken almost thoughtfully as he takes one hand off Sinistra's to wrap around his arousal. He likes the idea of actually feeling the other's orgasm with his own hand. It gives him a sick sense of power and control that isn't really even there.
I miss the B-cube. He thinks to himself, idly. ]
I love you. [ Archangel lies. It sounds pretty and earnest, as always. Though, he thinks that he's saying it for his own benefit. Well, I am. He admits; he'll say those words as often as he likes. He thinks he understands what they mean, and uses them more as a weapon than something to comfort.
His panting increases; his thrusting quickens before it abruptly stops. He touches and touches and adores and loves, but of course, all those things are meant for someone else. Archangel feels his breath catch as he does finally finish.
Your brother would feel better. He thinks even as he kisses and kisses whatever bit of skin that he can as he lets the throes of his orgasm settle. ]
[ The hand wrapping around his length makes his back arch with a soft cry, hips flinching as he feels pushed to the edge. He has no name to call out for him, though even if he did he would not give him the satisfaction. He just rolls his hips with each stroke of his hand, completely saturated in feeling.
The words hit him but even in the haze of his approaching orgasm, he refuses to let them sink into him. The idea of being loved by anyone, especially this man, is too farfetched. He feels sickened by them, just a little. It's cruel to give him such a lie, he thinks.
His whole body tenses with a soft cry as he finally tips over, spilling out over the Archangel's hand and onto his belly as he finishes. His breathing is ragged, head cloudy as he twitches in his grasp. He can only let out a short gasp as the Archangel finishes inside him, the warmth of it striking him gently.
Despite his heart rejecting his declaration of love, he soaks up the affections greedily, catching kisses with a clumsy mouth and running his finger up from his scratched shoulders into the Archangel's hair. He laps up every second of it. ]
[ Indeed, it really is good to talk more during these times. He feels a refreshed feeling settle over his body and mind. I will make my Order, again, and I'll have all the chroma that Sinistra gives me to help build it.
Each kiss that he gives him is deep, passionate; he takes every clumsy kiss in a hungry manner. It's because that it continues to build chroma, doesn't it? Everything ensures that he'll be able to create what he desires. He smiles warm, pleased, against Sinistra's mouth before he kisses him again.
It takes him some time to finally pull out of him. Honestly, he didn't want to leave him and almost wanted to wait until he could get excited again to have a messy second time. But he decides that he's been indulged himself enough. It's just like Sinistra says... I really would use him up, and I should show some restraint. ]
Come on. I'll help clean you up. [ He says instead as he pulls away so that he can kiss the Koriel's temple. ] Thank you, Sinistra. Thank you. [ There is sincerity in his words as he thanks him, because without him, he isn't sure he would come to the conclusion that he did. ]
[ Sinistra, in turn, feels a comfortable silence in his body and mind. He feels respite, grounded and calmed. Connecting... Feeling things... Being reassured by hands that he is whole and real is all he could want in this world.
He just wants connection like this, he thinks, and this man really serves that purpose for him, awful or not. He can find solace in their mutually disgusting states of being. He can find peace there in every kiss they share together, playing pretend for just a little while like they were actually lovers instead of begrudging allies.
He almost doesn't want him to move. If he could stay inside him , sleep here in his arms and on top of him, maybe he could truly rest for a night.
He lets out a soft breath as the Archangel slips out of him and moves away. Sinistra props himself up on his palms, arms shaking just enough to be noticed. He's still catching his breath as he nods.]
Okay... Okay. Clean up... Okay.
[ his mouth isn't yet equipped for words, but he can understand. He slowly works to get his feet on the floor and stand up wobbly.
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[ Sinistra could sympathize. Right now, in the darkness of these late hours, he doesn't want to think about how lonely he is. How tired he is. How he never asked for any of this. How he just wanted to rejoin his brother, in his heart. They're both connecting with each other because they can't connect with anyone else, let alone Dextera, right? Not at this point, at least.
He wonders, if his brother falls into this man's clutches, will he be tossed aside? Will he be able to prevent his brother being tainted by this man? Is it fruitless? He just can't tell at this point.
The word 'abandon' rings in him as he instinctively tries to rock his hips down with the motions of the Archangel's hips. Short, soft moans leave him as he listens to him, watching him with hazy eyes. ]
Yes... that day, I was also... also abandoned. That day... when he decided I should be-- be the one to die alone. Both of us, then. He left both of us behind.
[ He sighs out a long breath and turns his head, grasping the blankets under him. ]
I suppose so...
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He wants to laugh. He can feel the hysterical laughter take the place of anger around his heart. His grip tightens on Sinistra's hips, and he's fairly certain that he's going to leave bruises. Good. Seeing them later will excite him. ]
No. I'll make something better for us. [ Even though just seconds ago he was "fine" with the idea, he spits on it just as fast. ] I'll create something better for us. [ His panting increases as does his thrusts; he enjoys how Sinistra rocks against him. He enjoys the sweet sounds that he makes.
Leaning forward, he drops his head down to kiss and nip at the other's chest. He drags his tongue across the heated skin. Dextera. Even though he knows that Sinistra will all but castrate him if he calls his brother's name during sex, he still calls for him in his thoughts. ]
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Something one of them said really dug into him. The Archangel was no where near as resigned as Sinistra. ]
And what will you do...? How will you do it...?
[ He watches the Archangel's head meet his chest and bring his hands up to comb into his hair. He might not have affection for this man, but he's still human. When they're not fighting beforehand, he wants to be comforted and to touch. It's natural, isn't it? It makes him feel more 'solid'.
He knows this isn't for him. He knows who all of this is 'for', but he can revel in it, can't he? ]
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I'm thinking. But I can do it.
[ Archangel opens his mouth to bite a little harder on the other's chest. He leaves all sorts of little bruises on the skin this way. Yes, I can do it. It seems like he really should talk to Sinistra more when he fucks him. This allows him to get ideas of how to move forward rather than resign himself to his own thoughts.
In some ways, I want to give up. I want to stop, but what's the point of it? Why stop now? ]
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No... no promises without... an action in mind.
[ His breath hitches at the teeth that sink into him. That pain always cements him into this body that can feel so many things. Even when he was a child, he felt numb and oddly cold. The heat radiating up from his belly and the sharp feelings that run through his nerves from his toes to his shoulders make this body feel... real. Somehow, this is real. He will eat these sensations up greedily, even if it is the Archangel imparting them onto him. ]
In this place, you have no status... no power... so I wonder what options you have.
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[ His voice remains relatively steady -- and he marvels about it. Archangel assumes that it comes from the state of his "real body." No one knew how much pain he was in; he could keep his tone even and calm. Quite a useful talent especially in moments like these.
He almost wants to laugh. ]
The only option ahead of me is to create what has been lost. [ His hips move faster, almost loving the sound of how the bed squeaks and yields beneath them. It's less lovemaking as he would with Dextera and more just straight fucking. ] To give you a place, too... [ That's the poison that he offers to Sinistra. ] And I'll give you your own wings.
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[ It's a soft confirmation as he tries to focus on what the man's saying. His head is hazy, caught up in the heat between them, the startling sound of his heartbeat almost enough to distract him. These are the times when he's finally truly aware of it; painfully aware of it and what it means.
He's not so good at calm, though he tries for as long as he can. He feels so numb so often, this kind of connection can overwhelm him in due time but he revels in it no matter how agitated he is at initiation.
A place... for him? Could such a place exist? He's felt like an outsider in all places since he first became aware of himself. He's not sure he knows how to feel 'belonging' at all. No where outside of his brother's side, at least.
His voice rasps out as he squeezes his thighs against the Archangel's hips, gasping as he speaks. ]
I... can't much longer... ah...
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[ The word is spoken almost thoughtfully as he takes one hand off Sinistra's to wrap around his arousal. He likes the idea of actually feeling the other's orgasm with his own hand. It gives him a sick sense of power and control that isn't really even there.
I miss the B-cube. He thinks to himself, idly. ]
I love you. [ Archangel lies. It sounds pretty and earnest, as always. Though, he thinks that he's saying it for his own benefit. Well, I am. He admits; he'll say those words as often as he likes. He thinks he understands what they mean, and uses them more as a weapon than something to comfort.
His panting increases; his thrusting quickens before it abruptly stops. He touches and touches and adores and loves, but of course, all those things are meant for someone else. Archangel feels his breath catch as he does finally finish.
Your brother would feel better. He thinks even as he kisses and kisses whatever bit of skin that he can as he lets the throes of his orgasm settle. ]
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The words hit him but even in the haze of his approaching orgasm, he refuses to let them sink into him. The idea of being loved by anyone, especially this man, is too farfetched. He feels sickened by them, just a little. It's cruel to give him such a lie, he thinks.
His whole body tenses with a soft cry as he finally tips over, spilling out over the Archangel's hand and onto his belly as he finishes. His breathing is ragged, head cloudy as he twitches in his grasp. He can only let out a short gasp as the Archangel finishes inside him, the warmth of it striking him gently.
Despite his heart rejecting his declaration of love, he soaks up the affections greedily, catching kisses with a clumsy mouth and running his finger up from his scratched shoulders into the Archangel's hair. He laps up every second of it. ]
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Each kiss that he gives him is deep, passionate; he takes every clumsy kiss in a hungry manner. It's because that it continues to build chroma, doesn't it? Everything ensures that he'll be able to create what he desires. He smiles warm, pleased, against Sinistra's mouth before he kisses him again.
It takes him some time to finally pull out of him. Honestly, he didn't want to leave him and almost wanted to wait until he could get excited again to have a messy second time. But he decides that he's been indulged himself enough. It's just like Sinistra says... I really would use him up, and I should show some restraint. ]
Come on. I'll help clean you up. [ He says instead as he pulls away so that he can kiss the Koriel's temple. ] Thank you, Sinistra. Thank you. [ There is sincerity in his words as he thanks him, because without him, he isn't sure he would come to the conclusion that he did. ]
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He just wants connection like this, he thinks, and this man really serves that purpose for him, awful or not. He can find solace in their mutually disgusting states of being. He can find peace there in every kiss they share together, playing pretend for just a little while like they were actually lovers instead of begrudging allies.
He almost doesn't want him to move. If he could stay inside him , sleep here in his arms and on top of him, maybe he could truly rest for a night.
He lets out a soft breath as the Archangel slips out of him and moves away. Sinistra props himself up on his palms, arms shaking just enough to be noticed. He's still catching his breath as he nods.]
Okay... Okay. Clean up... Okay.
[ his mouth isn't yet equipped for words, but he can understand. He slowly works to get his feet on the floor and stand up wobbly.