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Nikolai frowned as he watched Leon walk away with his shattered pride dragged behind him. It was perhaps the most heartbreaking thing he had ever seen, to see his lover so... broken. How could he even get him through this? Sex? Talking things out?

Nngh... Are you still thinking about that, dearie? Stop it. I can't sleep with your conscious chattering amongst itself, Sloth griped inside Nikolai's head, him barely noticing.
What can I do? Make him forget? Distract him with something else? Maybe make him sleep until he forgets all of this...?
Frustrated with the countless thoughts, Sloth intervened once again. Enough! Goodness me, dearie, are you seriously this foolish? When Nikolai didn't reply, he continued. You walked away from prison fine because you used the rape to your advantage. Leon didn't have enough time, and for someone like him the effects are much worse. Support him, dearie. Help him get rid of that nightmare's vileness.
So... Dearie, are you implying for me to have sex with him?
But of course. Give him his alone time in the shower, then...

"I'm here, dearie." Nikolai replied from the living room, beckoning the man over to sit beside him on the couch. He seemed normal, eyes half-asleep and his mouth twitching as if wondering whether to grin playfully or not. Yet, despite that, he was nervous on the inside. What if this plan went awry? What if it only made things worse? Either way, this was all he could do, and he knew it would have some kind of effect on the man. If it was a bad one, he'd probably just try to wipe that shameful thought from Leon's mind.
But in the meantime, the facade of the sultry Sin was in play, and his elegant face was masked with a combination of uninterested sleepiness and lustful amusement as he watched his lover move towards him.
The two men like they were now was like taking a look at the past, Nikolai noted. Him too confident for his own good and Leon looking as if he was ready to hightail it out of here. Had there have been no motive behind it all, the Sin might have smiled at the nostalgia.

"No obligation?" Nikolai echoed with a bemused look in his eyes. "You, my lover, have been violated in prison, and all because you were trying to protect me from suffering that fate, and you claim that I had nothing to do with it. Dear me, are you gripping those scraps of pride desperately." Saying nothing more, a hand reached out and slender fingers gently took Leon's chin, forcing him to look into the Sin's cunning eyes. "Where did he touch you, Leon?" he asked with something flaring in his lime green eyes.

"Everywhere?" Nikolai mused. He leaned in and tilted his head, his warm breath lightly brushing against Leon's cheek. "He touched you here?" He planted a tender kiss on the cheek. "And here?" He kissed the jawline. "Here?" He kissed the nape of Leon's neck. His lips lingered there, but his fingers left their post to unbutton his lover's shirt.

The Sin barely flickered his eyes at him. "No, I don't expect you to, darling. Nor do I want you to." By then his fingers had parted Leon's button up, and those slender fingers sprawled out to feel every inch of those muscles as possible. Hands still stroking the chest, Nikolai moved his head so that his lips were an inch from Leon's. Nervous purple eyes met sly green ones, a quivering frown shrinking beneath a playful grin. "You just relax, dearie. I'll take care of all those places that man touched you." he grinned then broke the distance between them with a chaste kiss. He was aware of how serious this situation was, but seeing his proud Leon so small and nervous against him, it gave him a power rush.

Just as he treated past lovers, Nikolai was gentle and tender. His kisses were passionate, yet he gave his lover time to adjust. As Leon eased into the rhythm of their kiss, the Sin's hands rolled up to the shoulders and slowly removed all upper clothing. As clothes fell to the ground, Nikolai eased the violet-haired man's back onto the cushions of the couch. He broke the kiss to move his lips besides Leon's ear, where he whispered, "I'll make you forget all about his touch." He nibbled lightly on the earlobe, then his kisses went to the jawline, then the neck. Slowly his kisses lowered down Leon's body, sweet yet sensual kisses covering the cruel bruises and wounds.

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Nighttime eagerly covered the reunited lovers, though Nikolai, strangely enough, could not find it in himself to sleep. No, it wasn't strange. Leon was raped, and it was all his fault. Yes, he was on the road to recovery, and a few more sessions like this should have him stable again, but it wasn't enough. He couldn't allow the cretin who had done this to live freely and unpunished.
Turning his head to look at his sleeping lover, Nikolai reached across the bed they ended their intimacy on and gingerly touched Leon's cheek. A flicker of purple sparked off his hand, and the Sin's lime green eyes glowed as he peered into the man's dreams.

Sloth was already watching the scene by the time Nikolai entered. The two lookalikes exchanged stares of grim bemusement then looked at the scene. The creaking of the rusty bed frame, Leon's shuddering breath of silent sobs, the prisoners malignant snicker as he saw his victim in more and more pain. It was nothing Leon would ever dream about.
"I must say, he's not as manly as I thought now that I see this." Sloth mused, scratching his chin as indigo eyes stared at Leon's face. After a response-less moment he turned his head to look at his vessel. "What do you plan to do?"
Nikolai stared at the prisoner, memorizing every feature. Finally, he looked at the Sin, eyes half-lidded but not from drowsiness. "What else, dearie? Revenge."
"Revenge?" Sloth mused. "That would be interesting, yes, but how? If I recall, that prison is strong against anything paranormal."
Nikolai's lime green eyes slowly traveled from Sloth to the memory/dream. "There was a saying about imagination and dreams breaking through the prison of the mind, right? I'm sure this is close enough." he said as another dream opened up beside him. Or more, it was a dark void, common among sleepers. The only thing different about this was that the memories hidden beneath the void all pointed to a certain person.