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 Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2016 8:48 pm
"Then you are more of a fool than I thought you were," Chase spat, clearly disgusted and disappointed. It was becoming increasingly clear that Wolfeite would continue to project upon him because he was incapable of admitting that he did not know what he thought he did. That he did not deserve what he thought he did.
What a disgrace.
"Fine," Chase assented, bending to grasp Wolfeite by the back of his coat, hauling him to his feet. "No more talking." If the brunet was going to continue to run his mouth and be an a*****e then the man with the pink strip in his hair would simply allow his strength to show in how easy it would be for him to dominate the other man. It appeared that Wolfeite would not learn his lesson until he was risking bleeding out.
Unlike Domeykite, Chase would not tend to his wounds afterwards nor would he allow anyone else to. Wolfeite needed to learn, the hard way.
Reprimand grew so ugly rapidly, Chase learned.
It was easy to spin the other man around throwing a smooth punch into his jaw as Chase advanced aggressively, throwing another punch to the gut until Wolfeite was backed into a wall. In one swift movement Chase had grabbed both of the lieutenant's wrists and pinned them to the wall above his head with one of Chase's knees between his leg and the side of his foot forcing Wolfeite's to slide. The more uncomfortable the position the better, in Chase's opinion.
"Heel."
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2016 9:46 am
He wanted to wipe the smirk from Chase's face; drag his fingers along the bones of his cheeks and snap them beneath his palm. Wolfeite felt himself pulled to his feet, one punch to his face and then a second to his stomach handled in quick succession. He staggered backwards, gasping for breath, and found both of his hands locked in a vice like grip, pinned ludicrously above his head.
Like a pig ready for slaughter.
You will learn to submit or I will make you.
The wall was cold against his back, bits of plaster jutting out and pressing against his spine. Wolfeite struggled to free himself, but Chase's grasp was like iron, holding him securely in place as he leaned closer, too close for comfort, invading his space.
And Wolfeite felt, not for the first time, the burn of something else through his body - anger, contempt, disgust at his position, at what had transpired, at this ridiculous sensation. Humiliation, combined with the loathed feeling of heat in his veins, the scorch of something pathetic and demeaning, something he did not want to think about, could hardly stand to think about.
He lifted his chin, defiantly, to stare with darkened eyes at Chase, but his breathing was more labored than ever, every inch of him rigid with tension.
This close, Chase would be able to tell. Wolfeite tamped down, locked it all down, but his teeth were gritted against the degrading onslaught of long buried things, blood still trickling down the side of his face - and he said nothing at all, but remained still and stiff within Chase's grasp.
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2016 2:28 pm
With the way they were positioned it was impossible to miss the angry flush of Wolfeite's cheeks or the arousal that was too prominent against Chase's leg. Dark brows quirked upward when whiskey-eyes glanced down and for a moment, Chase looked surprised. The emotion flickered across his face, disappearing as his gaze lifted slowly, with his mouth pressed in a tight, thin line. The lift in both brows quickly shifted to one arching in a challenge, a smirk spreading across Chase's lips when he let the chaos crawling beneath his skin ripple to life.
It was a glorious transformation in it's own right, with his cloak blowing behind him when he brought his lips to Wolfeite's ear. "I didn't realize this was something that - " a slight pause of consideration before he continued, low and throaty, "appealed to you." Of course, there weren't that many things that appealed to Labyrinthite in that manner but -
He was not above exploiting it.
The knee between legs pressed up and teeth might've skimmed Wolfeite's ear. The smirk twisted into a wicked grin when he pulled back, met his wolf's gaze. "I take care of my own Wolfeite," the general reminded, releasing his hands knowing he could easily pin him again to grasp the front of Wolfeite's coat. "And there's still much to address." Wolfeite was still seething with rage and disobedience, Labyrinthite merely needed to find other means of dispelling it.
It helped that he had an idea in mind, another lesson to teach.
"Let's go finish your lesson," he snarled before he teleported them both from the ruined planetarium. He didn't want to attract any unwanted attention while he finished putting his lieutenant in his place and for that he needed more private quarters and perhaps energy signature suppressors.
Labyrinthite had a place in mind and knew how to make Wolfeite submit. It was just a matter of time before he knelt before his general like he was supposed to.
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