Flared back to life with a touch, with Daddy’s careful, wanting, scintillating attentions.
Doesn’t Darius know just what Puppy likes? And doesn’t Puppy respond perfectly, don’t Enri’s wishes ring in peerless consonance with Darius’s?
And doesn’t the little shit know just what Daddy likes? Just what shocks electric through Darius’s marrow; just what sets his eyes narrowing in readiness for retaliation, and sends his heart wild with appreciation, pride, oh, adoration of this tumultuous brat of a god.
He sees in brief, ecstatic jolts: A young man with a rose; the young man, half-trembling, eager, kneeling in moonlight. The little shit in a video, tending to himself, smirking at the camera. The taste of Enri’s blood at 35,000 feet; Enri’s lips against his fingers (Enri’s eyes, Enri’s seeking questions, plying at his heart). A multitool brandished, Enri’s hand at his throat, Enri leveling the blade, ’I could kill you’ and ’breathe’ and ’never underestimate the value of a good multitool’ and ’breathe’. And a boy stretched languid on his couch, the party around him going distant, the boy caught in Darius’s eyes, the boy as if waiting for someone, as if the boy had always been waiting, was always meant to be there.
How. How in the name of all things infernal did he become this lucky?
And—
It’s only natural. It’s only sensible that he and Enri found each other, have come together, god to god, drawn by their divinity.
(Still. Still, he feels his fortune, knows his fortune.
And more immediately— )
Scarcely moving, scarcely showing signs of breath, Darius runs his tongue along his lower lip, a deliberate, lingered motion as he looks Enri over, eyes sharp, half-smile somewhere between a challenge and anticipation. When he speaks, it’s in a near-growl, slow and dangerous, if crept along the edges with appreciation. ]
Enri.
Daddy’s little monster.
[ With all those teeth.
With all of those perfectly, purposefully displayed teeth.
The next motions follow quickly, streamlined and almost without sound. (A predator in ambush. Daddy, offering a razored gift.) Darius strikes forward, dipping slightly down and forward to close the distance Puppy imposed, to grip the base of Enri’s skull with one hand and set the other - fingers tented, denting sharp around the boy’s clavicle. Hold quickly applied with precise, subtle force, and when Darius speaks again, he’s leaning next to Enri’s ear, his speech a hushed and hissing seethe. ]
Impertinent, aren’t you? To lay demands upon your god.
I ought to draw your skin between my teeth. Pare you strip by strip until you run red, as you sing my name, as you sing for mercy, as your agony becomes my fondest litany.
[ Suddenly, swiftly, there’s a nip and tug to Enri’s ear, and Darius moves just enough to find the boy’s eyes, to flare a half-smirk - flickered, briefly flickered with a warmth of utter fondness, of invitation - and to arch his neck one more, eyes alight with challenge. ]
Try again, Puppy.
That’s two bites you now owe me. One for the ear. The other - a cost of your insubordination - for the throat you so admire.
Draw my blood. Show Daddy what those teeth can do.
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Flared back to life with a touch, with Daddy’s careful, wanting, scintillating attentions.
Doesn’t Darius know just what Puppy likes? And doesn’t Puppy respond perfectly, don’t Enri’s wishes ring in peerless consonance with Darius’s?
And doesn’t the little shit know just what Daddy likes? Just what shocks electric through Darius’s marrow; just what sets his eyes narrowing in readiness for retaliation, and sends his heart wild with appreciation, pride, oh, adoration of this tumultuous brat of a god.
He sees in brief, ecstatic jolts: A young man with a rose; the young man, half-trembling, eager, kneeling in moonlight. The little shit in a video, tending to himself, smirking at the camera. The taste of Enri’s blood at 35,000 feet; Enri’s lips against his fingers (Enri’s eyes, Enri’s seeking questions, plying at his heart). A multitool brandished, Enri’s hand at his throat, Enri leveling the blade, ’I could kill you’ and ’breathe’ and ’never underestimate the value of a good multitool’ and ’breathe’. And a boy stretched languid on his couch, the party around him going distant, the boy caught in Darius’s eyes, the boy as if waiting for someone, as if the boy had always been waiting, was always meant to be there.
How. How in the name of all things infernal did he become this lucky?
And—
It’s only natural. It’s only sensible that he and Enri found each other, have come together, god to god, drawn by their divinity.
(Still. Still, he feels his fortune, knows his fortune.
And more immediately— )
Scarcely moving, scarcely showing signs of breath, Darius runs his tongue along his lower lip, a deliberate, lingered motion as he looks Enri over, eyes sharp, half-smile somewhere between a challenge and anticipation. When he speaks, it’s in a near-growl, slow and dangerous, if crept along the edges with appreciation. ]
Enri.
Daddy’s little monster.
[ With all those teeth.
With all of those perfectly, purposefully displayed teeth.
The next motions follow quickly, streamlined and almost without sound. (A predator in ambush. Daddy, offering a razored gift.) Darius strikes forward, dipping slightly down and forward to close the distance Puppy imposed, to grip the base of Enri’s skull with one hand and set the other - fingers tented, denting sharp around the boy’s clavicle. Hold quickly applied with precise, subtle force, and when Darius speaks again, he’s leaning next to Enri’s ear, his speech a hushed and hissing seethe. ]
Impertinent, aren’t you? To lay demands upon your god.
I ought to draw your skin between my teeth. Pare you strip by strip until you run red, as you sing my name, as you sing for mercy, as your agony becomes my fondest litany.
[ Suddenly, swiftly, there’s a nip and tug to Enri’s ear, and Darius moves just enough to find the boy’s eyes, to flare a half-smirk - flickered, briefly flickered with a warmth of utter fondness, of invitation - and to arch his neck one more, eyes alight with challenge. ]
Try again, Puppy.
That’s two bites you now owe me. One for the ear. The other - a cost of your insubordination - for the throat you so admire.
Draw my blood. Show Daddy what those teeth can do.