[ Let them, yes, let them see some measure of what Enri is, how bright how sharp he shines and how much he means for Darius.
Let them see: Them, these puling former ‘puppies.’ Them, the guests gathered around, gaping or feigning unconcern.
Let everyone see how different, yes, how special Enri is. The beautiful devoted Puppy; the beautiful, feral-clawing Wolf as well. Let them know that Darius is Enri’s just as much as Enri is his own; let them see how adamant the bond between Daddy and his Puppy holds, how much this man has altered, made anew for Darius. How Puppy obeys, yes, and how obedience is something other than compulsory, something other than a means toward some senseless end. How Enri protects what is his, and wraps his husband close.
Darius is so proud of his Enri.
He’s so pleased, to feel the coalescence of his Lovely gathering against him. Knowing, of course Darius knows Enri’s intention, knows the impulse bringing out the man of fangs and hazard. And with a pleased, internal shiver - internal mostly; there’s a tremor at his chest, shadow of a purr within his lungs, that can be known only to the man he’s twined against - Darius anticipates the voice so soon to speak, and show its claim, its place.
It’s perfect: The ‘puppies’ want a word from Daddy (ah, he isn’t theirs, he never was; performed a role upon them, but not one of them could see him, let alone reach him); any further dismissal would be take as command, as a bone of hope to gnaw on. Wordlessness would leave them waiting, watching, hovering still.
It’s the wolf’s voice only that could banish them in full.
Two words; that’s all it takes.
Two words, and neither Joyce nor Preston can fight against recognition, against fear. There’s no denying every meaning in Enri’s voice like infliction; no denying the meaning of the arm wrapped and welcomed around Darius’s waist.
Gods, he loves this man, loves every corner of his Enri’s being.
Spares no more than a peripheral observation for the would-be-puppies’ exit; just enough to track their direction, and to think it’s likely there’ll give no further trouble. Thinking even if they’ve no sense of what’s good for them, there’s no returning from the sight of his wolf, or the clarity of Enri’s importance.
Thinking on how beautifully his Lovely snaps his teeth.
Leaning into his husband’s kiss, and breathing out and in in kind, rhythmic, reveling in this hushed coming down, the curl of Lovely back to quiet, back to waiting. Never gone, just as no part of Enri’s being ever vanishes from reach; just as no part of Darius ever drifts out from himself.
He welcomes the nuzzling, the murmured words. Settles a kiss below his Puppy’s jaw, upon the flickered arteries, the hum of blood.
Then shifts, draws back to meet his Puppy’s eyes, his half-smile grown out of approval and amusement, and of infinite regard. He lets a moment pass, as if considering that apology, as if considering what Puppy’s done, here in front of everyone.
Then there’s a ‘tch’ of Darius’s tongue, audible in the hush around them, and he speaks— ]
Are you sorry, Puppy?
[ Darius knows damned well Puppy is not sorry, nor should he be.
And Darius heard the play, the subtle flaunt of Daddy’s Perfect Brat within that ‘sorry.’
There’s no need to speak against apologies given in knowing play. But, ah, this calls for restitution.
Poor, poor Puppy is in for a bit of punishment.
Hand set on Enri’s chest, fingers tented claw-like, Darius cants his head, blinks once, twice. Lets several moments settle, silence grow before he speaks again, words velvet-lined and sauntering— ]
That was beautifully done, but I’m afraid you’ve missed a crucial step—
Daddy. Didn’t. Say.
[ Lightly, a means of punctuation, he bites his lip and smiles, the expression sharpening toward a cutting, a dangerous grin. As Darius reaches upward simply, swiftly, to crook a finger around Enri’s collar, thumb brushes the conjoined rings. To draw Enri downward, gently, with force more feigned than actual. Then leaning in to whisper words born of appreciation and given only to his Enri’s ears— ]
My love, you please me so.
You make your Darius so happy.
And Daddy’s going to give his Puppy a little punishment. For my perfect, my lethal love.
[ Slowly he draws back, and slowly he relinquishes his hold on Puppy’s collar. Smiling upward, indulgent, and moving to stand beside Enri, to link arms and nod toward the nearest door, through which he’ll lead Enri, intending to find a room for their own use. ]
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Let them see: Them, these puling former ‘puppies.’ Them, the guests gathered around, gaping or feigning unconcern.
Let everyone see how different, yes, how special Enri is. The beautiful devoted Puppy; the beautiful, feral-clawing Wolf as well. Let them know that Darius is Enri’s just as much as Enri is his own; let them see how adamant the bond between Daddy and his Puppy holds, how much this man has altered, made anew for Darius. How Puppy obeys, yes, and how obedience is something other than compulsory, something other than a means toward some senseless end. How Enri protects what is his, and wraps his husband close.
Darius is so proud of his Enri.
He’s so pleased, to feel the coalescence of his Lovely gathering against him. Knowing, of course Darius knows Enri’s intention, knows the impulse bringing out the man of fangs and hazard. And with a pleased, internal shiver - internal mostly; there’s a tremor at his chest, shadow of a purr within his lungs, that can be known only to the man he’s twined against - Darius anticipates the voice so soon to speak, and show its claim, its place.
It’s perfect: The ‘puppies’ want a word from Daddy (ah, he isn’t theirs, he never was; performed a role upon them, but not one of them could see him, let alone reach him); any further dismissal would be take as command, as a bone of hope to gnaw on. Wordlessness would leave them waiting, watching, hovering still.
It’s the wolf’s voice only that could banish them in full.
Two words; that’s all it takes.
Two words, and neither Joyce nor Preston can fight against recognition, against fear. There’s no denying every meaning in Enri’s voice like infliction; no denying the meaning of the arm wrapped and welcomed around Darius’s waist.
Gods, he loves this man, loves every corner of his Enri’s being.
Spares no more than a peripheral observation for the would-be-puppies’ exit; just enough to track their direction, and to think it’s likely there’ll give no further trouble. Thinking even if they’ve no sense of what’s good for them, there’s no returning from the sight of his wolf, or the clarity of Enri’s importance.
Thinking on how beautifully his Lovely snaps his teeth.
Leaning into his husband’s kiss, and breathing out and in in kind, rhythmic, reveling in this hushed coming down, the curl of Lovely back to quiet, back to waiting. Never gone, just as no part of Enri’s being ever vanishes from reach; just as no part of Darius ever drifts out from himself.
He welcomes the nuzzling, the murmured words. Settles a kiss below his Puppy’s jaw, upon the flickered arteries, the hum of blood.
Then shifts, draws back to meet his Puppy’s eyes, his half-smile grown out of approval and amusement, and of infinite regard. He lets a moment pass, as if considering that apology, as if considering what Puppy’s done, here in front of everyone.
Then there’s a ‘tch’ of Darius’s tongue, audible in the hush around them, and he speaks— ]
Are you sorry, Puppy?
[ Darius knows damned well Puppy is not sorry, nor should he be.
And Darius heard the play, the subtle flaunt of Daddy’s Perfect Brat within that ‘sorry.’
There’s no need to speak against apologies given in knowing play. But, ah, this calls for restitution.
Poor, poor Puppy is in for a bit of punishment.
Hand set on Enri’s chest, fingers tented claw-like, Darius cants his head, blinks once, twice. Lets several moments settle, silence grow before he speaks again, words velvet-lined and sauntering— ]
That was beautifully done, but I’m afraid you’ve missed a crucial step—
Daddy. Didn’t. Say.
[ Lightly, a means of punctuation, he bites his lip and smiles, the expression sharpening toward a cutting, a dangerous grin. As Darius reaches upward simply, swiftly, to crook a finger around Enri’s collar, thumb brushes the conjoined rings. To draw Enri downward, gently, with force more feigned than actual. Then leaning in to whisper words born of appreciation and given only to his Enri’s ears— ]
My love, you please me so.
You make your Darius so happy.
And Daddy’s going to give his Puppy a little punishment. For my perfect, my lethal love.
[ Slowly he draws back, and slowly he relinquishes his hold on Puppy’s collar. Smiling upward, indulgent, and moving to stand beside Enri, to link arms and nod toward the nearest door, through which he’ll lead Enri, intending to find a room for their own use. ]
There’s no escaping, Puppy.
Daddy’s got you now.