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Ptolemaeus wandered aimlessly through the maze of alleyways and backstreets, avoiding the illumination of streetlamps as if they were search lights. He was a super senshi now and trying to get a full understanding of what, exactly, that meant. He reflected upon what he’d done to get to where he was now and it astounded him how little he felt he’d changed. There was still so much he didn’t know about his own court, much less others’. He’d thought it had seemed simple enough when Remarque had explained it to him, but the more people from other factions he’d met, the more he had realized that everyone had a different idea of what they stood for and the motivations behind each group.
Some believed they were acting in the name of justice while others simply went along with things because they knew no alternative. Some had seen and experienced things that had made them wholeheartedly hate other factions regardless of the individuals and exceptions that made those groups up. People had changed sides whether willingly or involuntarily and what was right or wrong just seemed more blurred than ever to the dark mirror senshi. That was fine with him, though. He hadn’t ever been particularly interested in trying to sort them out.
Of course that may have just been because he hadn’t experienced what some of the others had - the ones who had been involved in the war far longer than him. If he had, though, would it change his mind? Ptolemy supposed he couldn’t say for sure unless it actually happened. Perhaps it would have depended on the experience.
His thoughts turned to the White Moon Senshi he met once with the ruined eye and how said senshi had claimed that the Negaverse had done that to him. Ptolemaeus wondered if it had been an accident - an in-the-heat-of-battle type thing - or perhaps deliberate torture. He assumed the condition of the eye would have been worse if it was the latter, but still, it had to have hurt. The teen wondered idly how he himself would have felt toward the Negaverse if he had that constant reminder of pain throbbing in his head day after day. Perhaps he would have been bitter, too.
Some believed they were acting in the name of justice while others simply went along with things because they knew no alternative. Some had seen and experienced things that had made them wholeheartedly hate other factions regardless of the individuals and exceptions that made those groups up. People had changed sides whether willingly or involuntarily and what was right or wrong just seemed more blurred than ever to the dark mirror senshi. That was fine with him, though. He hadn’t ever been particularly interested in trying to sort them out.
Of course that may have just been because he hadn’t experienced what some of the others had - the ones who had been involved in the war far longer than him. If he had, though, would it change his mind? Ptolemy supposed he couldn’t say for sure unless it actually happened. Perhaps it would have depended on the experience.
His thoughts turned to the White Moon Senshi he met once with the ruined eye and how said senshi had claimed that the Negaverse had done that to him. Ptolemaeus wondered if it had been an accident - an in-the-heat-of-battle type thing - or perhaps deliberate torture. He assumed the condition of the eye would have been worse if it was the latter, but still, it had to have hurt. The teen wondered idly how he himself would have felt toward the Negaverse if he had that constant reminder of pain throbbing in his head day after day. Perhaps he would have been bitter, too.
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As Chara went out and about this evening, he found himself at his normal night time hide out. It had been quite some time since he had last had an encounter with someone on the other side but he figured it was the best. Youma were at least easy to predict; they mauled and murdered but they never had an ulterior. Not like some of the b*****d Negaversers who loved to play mind games. There was also that one b*****d who was from the Dark Mirror Court or some bullshit like that. Talk about someone who played mind games.
Gods, Chara HATED that man. He talked and he talked and he talked even after receiving punch after ******** punch. And then that man had taken what was his first moment of intimacy. During that moment, Chara found himself lost and confused, unsure of how to respond to what had happened but after the fact, after he returned home and all but burned away the flesh of his mouth, he found out just how LIVID he was. As he lied in his bed that night, he began to think over and over about the man. How he wanted to take his fist and punch his stupid grinning face repeatedly until that smile finally went away. How he wanted to slowly and angrily snap each of the fingers that had touched him. But his thoughts always seemed to slip into something else. He wanted to feel those lips on his own once more, and he wanted those arms around him to pull him closer even if their embrace was for Ptolemy’s own benefit.
Gods, Chara HATED how desperate he sounded the more he thought about it. And to soothe that anger, he searched high and low for the next Chaos person to destroy. And finally, FINALLY, he found someone. They blipped onto his radar like a stench suddenly filling up a small room. Oddly enough, it did not have the same heavy feeling of hatred that Most Negaversers seemed to have. There was only one other time he had felt such an aura, and… No. No no no, it couldn’t be!
As fast as his legs would carry him he raced towards where the person was, hoping that it wasn’t who he thought it was, yet at the same time he found himself longing to see that damned a*****e again. It didn’t take long at all before his heels skidded to a simple slow walking towards him. And unfortunately it was someone he recognized… Damn… Damn Damn Damn!
“You’re that…. ********, you’re that one a*****e from before.. That one ******** who can’t keep their hands off of people, aren’t you?!” Chara’s teeth immediately clenched up as he found himself storming right over to the Dark Mirror Senshi. The other man felt stronger some how and it bothered the hell out of the young Chocolate Senshi. How dare Ptolemy try to get stronger when he had no use for the strength. How dare that mother ******** try to be anything more than the worthless piece of s**t he was, with his apathetic attitude and senseless draining of people! It was hard to describe just how bloodthirsty Chara was towards Ptolemy. Maybe it was because of just how confused he felt towards him that forced any interaction they had into him just wanting to wrap his hands around the other’s throat.
“What the ******** are you doing out here at night?! I thought I told you if I saw you again I’d kill you.” Whether or not that was to be true, he didn’t care. The bubbling bits of chocolate were already forming within his palm, ready to be used on the b*****d. Chara wanted a fight, and he’d be DAMNED if he was going to let this man escape again. Not unless it was in a body bag!
Gods, Chara HATED that man. He talked and he talked and he talked even after receiving punch after ******** punch. And then that man had taken what was his first moment of intimacy. During that moment, Chara found himself lost and confused, unsure of how to respond to what had happened but after the fact, after he returned home and all but burned away the flesh of his mouth, he found out just how LIVID he was. As he lied in his bed that night, he began to think over and over about the man. How he wanted to take his fist and punch his stupid grinning face repeatedly until that smile finally went away. How he wanted to slowly and angrily snap each of the fingers that had touched him. But his thoughts always seemed to slip into something else. He wanted to feel those lips on his own once more, and he wanted those arms around him to pull him closer even if their embrace was for Ptolemy’s own benefit.
Gods, Chara HATED how desperate he sounded the more he thought about it. And to soothe that anger, he searched high and low for the next Chaos person to destroy. And finally, FINALLY, he found someone. They blipped onto his radar like a stench suddenly filling up a small room. Oddly enough, it did not have the same heavy feeling of hatred that Most Negaversers seemed to have. There was only one other time he had felt such an aura, and… No. No no no, it couldn’t be!
As fast as his legs would carry him he raced towards where the person was, hoping that it wasn’t who he thought it was, yet at the same time he found himself longing to see that damned a*****e again. It didn’t take long at all before his heels skidded to a simple slow walking towards him. And unfortunately it was someone he recognized… Damn… Damn Damn Damn!
“You’re that…. ********, you’re that one a*****e from before.. That one ******** who can’t keep their hands off of people, aren’t you?!” Chara’s teeth immediately clenched up as he found himself storming right over to the Dark Mirror Senshi. The other man felt stronger some how and it bothered the hell out of the young Chocolate Senshi. How dare Ptolemy try to get stronger when he had no use for the strength. How dare that mother ******** try to be anything more than the worthless piece of s**t he was, with his apathetic attitude and senseless draining of people! It was hard to describe just how bloodthirsty Chara was towards Ptolemy. Maybe it was because of just how confused he felt towards him that forced any interaction they had into him just wanting to wrap his hands around the other’s throat.
“What the ******** are you doing out here at night?! I thought I told you if I saw you again I’d kill you.” Whether or not that was to be true, he didn’t care. The bubbling bits of chocolate were already forming within his palm, ready to be used on the b*****d. Chara wanted a fight, and he’d be DAMNED if he was going to let this man escape again. Not unless it was in a body bag!
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The Dark Mirror Senshi had been so lost in thought that he didn’t even sense the other energy signature until after he heard the words addressed to him. He stopped and slowly turned around to find a familiar face. Well...speak of the devil. Or ‘think’ in this case, he supposed. His usual grin sprang to his face.
“And you’re the foul-mouthed chocolate kiss,” he remarked, though not without a certain fondness saturating his voice. “How’ve you been? Angry as ever, I see.” Chuckling, he added, “You know how they say ‘what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger’? Well after the number you did on me during our last encounter, since I didn’t die, it looks like I gained more power once I finally made a full recovery. And it’s all thanks to you.” Ptolemaeus sneered and jabbed a thumb at himself. “I’m a Super Senshi same as you, now. Aren’t you proud?”
At question directed at him, the older teen laughed. “I find coming out here late at night cools my head and helps me think. It’s quiet. Usually. Guess that’s ruined now, though.” He reached out to ruffle the shorter senshi’s hair. “Kill me, huh?” The young man regarded Chara with a slight tilt of his head. “Can you?”
“And you’re the foul-mouthed chocolate kiss,” he remarked, though not without a certain fondness saturating his voice. “How’ve you been? Angry as ever, I see.” Chuckling, he added, “You know how they say ‘what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger’? Well after the number you did on me during our last encounter, since I didn’t die, it looks like I gained more power once I finally made a full recovery. And it’s all thanks to you.” Ptolemaeus sneered and jabbed a thumb at himself. “I’m a Super Senshi same as you, now. Aren’t you proud?”
At question directed at him, the older teen laughed. “I find coming out here late at night cools my head and helps me think. It’s quiet. Usually. Guess that’s ruined now, though.” He reached out to ruffle the shorter senshi’s hair. “Kill me, huh?” The young man regarded Chara with a slight tilt of his head. “Can you?”
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Chara could feel the blood rushing to his head, his ears turning red the more and more Ptolemy ran his fat mouth, but… He still couldn’t pull his eyes away to attack immediately… He wanted so badly to.. No. He didn’t give a ******** about his need for a proper explanation for their last encounter. Gosh everything he said grated and irked him off. This damned man…
The moment the hand reached his hair he took a double step back, slapping it away with all the anger he could muster.
“Proud… I’m just wondering if you still BLEED like a little punk-a** last class little ******** like before!” Certainly, it was a mouth full but right at the end he began his charge, his little magic kisses already bubbling in his hand. It didn’t matter whether or not the man was more powerful than before. He was still going to get ******** up.
The moment the hand reached his hair he took a double step back, slapping it away with all the anger he could muster.
“Proud… I’m just wondering if you still BLEED like a little punk-a** last class little ******** like before!” Certainly, it was a mouth full but right at the end he began his charge, his little magic kisses already bubbling in his hand. It didn’t matter whether or not the man was more powerful than before. He was still going to get ******** up.
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“Ow,” the Dark Mirror Senshi said, holding the hand that had been furiously slapped away. “Heh...why? You some kind of sadist who gets off on making people bleed?” His lopsided grin became more serious when he began to smell the heated chocolate bubbling. Ptolemaeus took his own stance, ready to retaliate with his own attack.
Last time he hadn’t had much chance of winning because he’d been so much weaker, but in all honesty, he hadn’t expected to get into a real fight with the White Moon Senshi. Sure, he might have managed to counter his first attack, but that had been because the younger teen had only used a basic attack. Evidently he hadn’t initially intended to have a real fight on his hands, either. Of course once that had changed, Ptolemy had been at his mercy.
It was only by thinking fast and using the element of surprise that he’d managed to alter the situation a little. Not much, admittedly, since the other senshi had continued to hurt him after that, but Ptolemaeus thought he might have changed his attitude a little. Maybe he had been hurting him for different reasons after that kiss.
This time, though, Ptolemaeus was ready. He was confident he could take the other on, especially because he didn’t think the other male suspected what his attack had done last time. “If you want me, sweetheart, come and get me. You’ll find I won’t be as easy to beat as before.”
Last time he hadn’t had much chance of winning because he’d been so much weaker, but in all honesty, he hadn’t expected to get into a real fight with the White Moon Senshi. Sure, he might have managed to counter his first attack, but that had been because the younger teen had only used a basic attack. Evidently he hadn’t initially intended to have a real fight on his hands, either. Of course once that had changed, Ptolemy had been at his mercy.
It was only by thinking fast and using the element of surprise that he’d managed to alter the situation a little. Not much, admittedly, since the other senshi had continued to hurt him after that, but Ptolemaeus thought he might have changed his attitude a little. Maybe he had been hurting him for different reasons after that kiss.
This time, though, Ptolemaeus was ready. He was confident he could take the other on, especially because he didn’t think the other male suspected what his attack had done last time. “If you want me, sweetheart, come and get me. You’ll find I won’t be as easy to beat as before.”
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Sweetheart? Just who the hell did this man think he was? Everything he did, from his smile to his walk to his speech drove Chara up the wall to the point that he couldn’t help but find himself wanting nothing more than to glue his mouth shut.
Sadly, there was no glue available, nor staples or a sewing needle. All that was there was his fist and the steaming chocolates in his hands.
“You’re still trash, so I’m sure I can take you right out!” Gods, the more he heard himself talking to the older man the more he felt his brain cells die a little. Instead, he just gave up. There was no point in talking since Ptolemy wanted to do nothing but talk in circles over and over and over again.
“Chara Chocolate Lava Drops!” He shouted, throwing the handful at the other with as much force as he could muster. Once they were throw, he didn’t charge forward this time, instead taking a moment to begin charging his next attack. He wasn’t sure how long it would take to get them summoned again, but Chara wasn’t about to risk that man getting in his personal space AGAIN.
Sadly, there was no glue available, nor staples or a sewing needle. All that was there was his fist and the steaming chocolates in his hands.
“You’re still trash, so I’m sure I can take you right out!” Gods, the more he heard himself talking to the older man the more he felt his brain cells die a little. Instead, he just gave up. There was no point in talking since Ptolemy wanted to do nothing but talk in circles over and over and over again.
“Chara Chocolate Lava Drops!” He shouted, throwing the handful at the other with as much force as he could muster. Once they were throw, he didn’t charge forward this time, instead taking a moment to begin charging his next attack. He wasn’t sure how long it would take to get them summoned again, but Chara wasn’t about to risk that man getting in his personal space AGAIN.
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He sighed and shook his head when he realized the other senshi planned to fight after all. “...Did I ever mention I hate chocolate?”
”Change of Plans,” Ptolemaeus called, throwing out both his hands to cast three nets of light over the multitude of chocolate kisses. They caught the other attack before the light melted into the sweets and faded. He knew they would still hit him since his power didn’t deflect their trajectory or slow them down. Ptolemy didn’t bother to move, though, because he was confident his magic would change the other senshi’s to have an effect similar to last time’s.
He was wrong. The chocolate kisses that had been affected by his basic attack before had felt like real kisses; warm and soft and sweet. These kisses were different. They still felt like kisses, but they were more like the passionate sort that made one gasp for air. Instead of being pleasantly warm, they burned, and not in the way his attacker had probably intended. This was an inner burning - a sensation that Ptolemaeus was shocked to recognize as a more intimate need. “What the...hell…?!” he exhaled, suddenly finding it difficult to breathe properly as more chocolate hit him and the heat spread throughout his whole body.
The Dark Mirror Senshi froze, his expression dazed as he tried to make sense of what was happening. The physical need hitting him out of the blue like that was almost overpowering and he shut his eyes tight to try to stifle it. He put both hands to his head and groaned, sinking to his knees. “Damn it...what…why…?”
”Change of Plans,” Ptolemaeus called, throwing out both his hands to cast three nets of light over the multitude of chocolate kisses. They caught the other attack before the light melted into the sweets and faded. He knew they would still hit him since his power didn’t deflect their trajectory or slow them down. Ptolemy didn’t bother to move, though, because he was confident his magic would change the other senshi’s to have an effect similar to last time’s.
He was wrong. The chocolate kisses that had been affected by his basic attack before had felt like real kisses; warm and soft and sweet. These kisses were different. They still felt like kisses, but they were more like the passionate sort that made one gasp for air. Instead of being pleasantly warm, they burned, and not in the way his attacker had probably intended. This was an inner burning - a sensation that Ptolemaeus was shocked to recognize as a more intimate need. “What the...hell…?!” he exhaled, suddenly finding it difficult to breathe properly as more chocolate hit him and the heat spread throughout his whole body.
The Dark Mirror Senshi froze, his expression dazed as he tried to make sense of what was happening. The physical need hitting him out of the blue like that was almost overpowering and he shut his eyes tight to try to stifle it. He put both hands to his head and groaned, sinking to his knees. “Damn it...what…why…?”
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When the attack made contact to so many bare parts of Ptolemy’s skin, Chara found himself skidding to a stop. He did it! There was no way that the Dark Mirror Senshi would have been able to avoid it, even if his stupid attack was there.
Chara wanted to hurt him, but at the same time did not. It didn’t make any sense, but it FELT like it should. What was wrong with not wanting to cause any damage but also wanting to straight up strangle the b*****d? It was complicated, but the White Moon Senshi was more than willing to approve this turn of events.
And yet, even though he SAW the chocolate hit his skin, there wasn’t any screaming or crying or anything really that would suggest that something awful happened. In fact, It seemed that the other just kinda fell to his knees, holding his hands. There wasn’t any sort of burn marks or anything going on, and Chara had to assume that it was due to that bullshit attack of his that somehow always seemed to reverse the effects of whatever he was trying to do.
In a rage, Chara stormed over to him, kneeling before Ptolemaeus and grabbed him by the front of his fuku, giving him a rough shake and slapping him hard.
“Just what the ******** do you think you’re doing?! Stand up and Fight for real and stop messing with my head!”
Chara wanted to hurt him, but at the same time did not. It didn’t make any sense, but it FELT like it should. What was wrong with not wanting to cause any damage but also wanting to straight up strangle the b*****d? It was complicated, but the White Moon Senshi was more than willing to approve this turn of events.
And yet, even though he SAW the chocolate hit his skin, there wasn’t any screaming or crying or anything really that would suggest that something awful happened. In fact, It seemed that the other just kinda fell to his knees, holding his hands. There wasn’t any sort of burn marks or anything going on, and Chara had to assume that it was due to that bullshit attack of his that somehow always seemed to reverse the effects of whatever he was trying to do.
In a rage, Chara stormed over to him, kneeling before Ptolemaeus and grabbed him by the front of his fuku, giving him a rough shake and slapping him hard.
“Just what the ******** do you think you’re doing?! Stand up and Fight for real and stop messing with my head!”
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“Kid…” Ptolemaeus said, speaking through his teeth with some difficulty. “...What did your attack...what does it…” No, that was stupid. He knew what the other’s attack normally did; he’d been hit with it before. There was no point in asking that. Besides, it was his attack that had changed things and why should he have expected the other senshi to know how?
He was having trouble thinking as his mind reeled with an intense sensation and he couldn’t bring himself to get up. The longing and need were intensified to an absurd degree and Kit wondered how he’d become so stimulated. What did chocolates have to do with any- oh. Was that how they’d changed the Chocolate Lava Drops?
He continued to clutch at his hair, trying to breath slowly and deeply, shutting his eyes tight as he tried to calm his excitable body down. When the younger senshi made his presence known by stomping right up to him, however, this became significantly more difficult. As the front of his fuku was grabbed and he was shaken and slapped, his eyes opened and he pulled his assailant toward him.
“I was trying to keep you safe,” he murmured, speaking directly into the other’s ear as he held him close, his arms vice-like on the younger teen’s arms. “But if you’re so eager to play...c’mon. Let’s play.” He shoved his hand up the other male’s shirt and licked the inside of his ear.
He was having trouble thinking as his mind reeled with an intense sensation and he couldn’t bring himself to get up. The longing and need were intensified to an absurd degree and Kit wondered how he’d become so stimulated. What did chocolates have to do with any- oh. Was that how they’d changed the Chocolate Lava Drops?
He continued to clutch at his hair, trying to breath slowly and deeply, shutting his eyes tight as he tried to calm his excitable body down. When the younger senshi made his presence known by stomping right up to him, however, this became significantly more difficult. As the front of his fuku was grabbed and he was shaken and slapped, his eyes opened and he pulled his assailant toward him.
“I was trying to keep you safe,” he murmured, speaking directly into the other’s ear as he held him close, his arms vice-like on the younger teen’s arms. “But if you’re so eager to play...c’mon. Let’s play.” He shoved his hand up the other male’s shirt and licked the inside of his ear.
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What… The ******** was happening here? Whatever effect his little chocolate candies had on Ptolemy was the exact OPPOSITE of what Chara wanted. He wanted to see him scream in pain and maybe FINALLY shut his a**, but no, that wasn’t the case at all. Even his violent slap and shakes didn’t get through to the other. The vague memory of his enemy telling him before that pain was a turn on came crawling across his mind, and it was re-enforced by the sudden hand inching onto him and finally holding him tight.
Unlike before, Chara wasn’t at an advantage due to being stronger, magically. They were on equal grounds now, and the fact that the Dark Mirror Senshi WAS older and WAS just naturally stronger that way made it that much harder for the small teen to actually escape. So when the hands latched onto his own, he was all but helpless now. That, and being stunned that this was even happening kept him from escaping.
Never before had anyone touched him in a way, having a hand pressed up against the scarred skin of his stomach was entirely unfamiliar. And even the feeling of that wet tongue against his ear forced a sensory overload on the teen, and he squirmed, trying to fight back a soft sound from his lips and attempting to escape.
“Let me go! What the… What the ******** is wrong with you?!” He tried to fight the feelings, but his soft, cracking voice betrayed his thoughts. Even his words lacked a little bite, and Chara truly began to pull himself back together. He couldn’t let this happen. Not now, not here!
“Let go of me, or you’ll be finding yourself waking up in the dump, half dead!”
Unlike before, Chara wasn’t at an advantage due to being stronger, magically. They were on equal grounds now, and the fact that the Dark Mirror Senshi WAS older and WAS just naturally stronger that way made it that much harder for the small teen to actually escape. So when the hands latched onto his own, he was all but helpless now. That, and being stunned that this was even happening kept him from escaping.
Never before had anyone touched him in a way, having a hand pressed up against the scarred skin of his stomach was entirely unfamiliar. And even the feeling of that wet tongue against his ear forced a sensory overload on the teen, and he squirmed, trying to fight back a soft sound from his lips and attempting to escape.
“Let me go! What the… What the ******** is wrong with you?!” He tried to fight the feelings, but his soft, cracking voice betrayed his thoughts. Even his words lacked a little bite, and Chara truly began to pull himself back together. He couldn’t let this happen. Not now, not here!
“Let go of me, or you’ll be finding yourself waking up in the dump, half dead!”
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Ptolemaeus paused momentarily as he felt the scars on the White Moon Senshi’s stomach, curious and interested. The other’s squirming against him caused him to freeze in an attempt to recompose himself again. Once more, the younger senshi had to cut through his thoughts. The cracking of his voice didn’t help things as even that mere sound seemed to entice.
“Stop...using that word,” he growled, still attempting to restrain himself. “I’m...this is both our faults,” he huffed, his words more breath than sound. “Your chocolate...chocolate’s said to be...an aphrodisiac, right?” He peered at the other teen through heavily-lidded eyes which were dazed as though he’d been drugged. “I think...my magic triggered the change in yours…but it was still your chocolate that started things.”
Ptolemy pushed the smaller male against the wall of the nearest alleyway where the light of the street lamps couldn’t reach. “So I think you’d better take responsibility.” His narrowed gaze fell upon the mismatched one of the younger teen’s as he leaned over to kiss his neck, feeling up the side of his torso as he did so.
“Stop...using that word,” he growled, still attempting to restrain himself. “I’m...this is both our faults,” he huffed, his words more breath than sound. “Your chocolate...chocolate’s said to be...an aphrodisiac, right?” He peered at the other teen through heavily-lidded eyes which were dazed as though he’d been drugged. “I think...my magic triggered the change in yours…but it was still your chocolate that started things.”
Ptolemy pushed the smaller male against the wall of the nearest alleyway where the light of the street lamps couldn’t reach. “So I think you’d better take responsibility.” His narrowed gaze fell upon the mismatched one of the younger teen’s as he leaned over to kiss his neck, feeling up the side of his torso as he did so.
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Chara’s mind was all but in a tizzy right now as his breath began to quicken. The gaze that he saw coming from Ptolemy caused panic to run through his veins. Not the kind that triggered a ‘flight’ response, but one that nearly forced him into feeling sheepish. This kind of attention, even if not sincerely meant, was so unusual and strange and he… He kinda didn’t want it to end. Not yet, because DAMN did it feel nice.
The shove against the wall was unexpected but he didn’t resist it. There was a small sense of self hatred coming from him, asking over and over ‘why are you letting this freak do this, just murder him or something!’ but the need to feel those touches over powered that. Was he really… Really that wanting of this? Well, he was a teenager with hormones after all, and the lips on his neck forced a moan out of him, causing his knees to go almost a little ******** you man, Don’t blame me for something YOU did. You… You should have just let yourself be hit by the attack. And maybe if you shut up talking once in a W-while this wouldn’t be happening. I’m not taking responsibility for s**t! B-Back off! I don’t want to do anything with you in some dumbass dirty alley!”
The shove against the wall was unexpected but he didn’t resist it. There was a small sense of self hatred coming from him, asking over and over ‘why are you letting this freak do this, just murder him or something!’ but the need to feel those touches over powered that. Was he really… Really that wanting of this? Well, he was a teenager with hormones after all, and the lips on his neck forced a moan out of him, causing his knees to go almost a little ******** you man, Don’t blame me for something YOU did. You… You should have just let yourself be hit by the attack. And maybe if you shut up talking once in a W-while this wouldn’t be happening. I’m not taking responsibility for s**t! B-Back off! I don’t want to do anything with you in some dumbass dirty alley!”
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The black-haired teen exhaled sharply at hearing the moan of the guy beneath him and he kissed harder, nibbling lightly at the same place on his neck. The repetition of the word ‘********’, which he’d requested not to be said, caused him to go from light nibbles to an actual bite.
“...I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but you’re in no position to be telling me what to do right now,” Ptolemaeus said, his voice oddly cold and all traces of his smile gone from his face. It was actually painful to be this aroused, so Chara’s chocolates had, in a way, still accomplished their task. “The one who needs to shut up at this moment is you. And if you’re not going to, then maybe I’ll just make you louder.”
He slid his hand back down the white-and-brown-haired young man’s side until it was slipping under the ruffles of his shirt, fingers trailing small line against his pale, scarred skin. “I don’t think you’re being honest,” he murmured, his eyes trailing downward as he reached out to further entice the young man.
“...I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but you’re in no position to be telling me what to do right now,” Ptolemaeus said, his voice oddly cold and all traces of his smile gone from his face. It was actually painful to be this aroused, so Chara’s chocolates had, in a way, still accomplished their task. “The one who needs to shut up at this moment is you. And if you’re not going to, then maybe I’ll just make you louder.”
He slid his hand back down the white-and-brown-haired young man’s side until it was slipping under the ruffles of his shirt, fingers trailing small line against his pale, scarred skin. “I don’t think you’re being honest,” he murmured, his eyes trailing downward as he reached out to further entice the young man.
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A cry actually found it’s way from Chara’s lips as his felt the teeth sink down into his neck. A feeling that he had never experienced before creeped down from the spot to his finger tips, leaving a trail of goosebumps in it’s wake. He couldn’t understand what he said to trigger the little kisses to become rougher but damn did it work to awaken his own wants. He WANTED this touch and these kisses and maybe, just maybe he hated himself for it.
“D-don’t ******** tell me what to do, you creep…” His moans and hip movements betrayed the protests, and even just being told to shut up drove him up the wall. No one ever bothered to take control, they let the boy run wild in favor of staying out of the way and avoiding any arguments. But not Ptolemy, not now, and Chara wanted MORE.
“I am.. A-ah… I AM being honest… I don’t want to do anything in an alley! Do you know what kind of diseases you can get here...” The hand on him caused another soft sound to erupt from his lips, and he couldn’t keep himself from pressing further into Ptolemy’s hand. “********… Stop it… I don’t… Not in the alley… Please…”
“D-don’t ******** tell me what to do, you creep…” His moans and hip movements betrayed the protests, and even just being told to shut up drove him up the wall. No one ever bothered to take control, they let the boy run wild in favor of staying out of the way and avoiding any arguments. But not Ptolemy, not now, and Chara wanted MORE.
“I am.. A-ah… I AM being honest… I don’t want to do anything in an alley! Do you know what kind of diseases you can get here...” The hand on him caused another soft sound to erupt from his lips, and he couldn’t keep himself from pressing further into Ptolemy’s hand. “********… Stop it… I don’t… Not in the alley… Please…”
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“You’re...still using that word…” Ptolemaeus hissed, fighting hard still to keep himself under control and wondering if it was worth the agony. He had never known lust like this and that was saying something since he enjoyed touch so much. He’d thought it was practically the same thing, but until now he hadn’t realized that the ache in the pit of his belly was a different kind of longing altogether. Usually he just longed for intimacy, but now his body was crying out for something more purely carnal. With every movement and utterance from the younger teen, the Dark Mirror Senshi found his self-restraint growing weaker and weaker. If he hadn’t had enough of a reason to hate chocolate before, he certainly did now.
“Then where?” he managed to utter, though it was more of a low growl than anything. He didn’t know for how much longer he could hold back, but they were both still powered and he still couldn’t think straight. All that was driving his mind right now seemed to be the aphrodisiac of the chocolate that had hit him. He couldn’t remember the last time he had had this little control over his own body and he didn’t like it one bit.
“Then where?” he managed to utter, though it was more of a low growl than anything. He didn’t know for how much longer he could hold back, but they were both still powered and he still couldn’t think straight. All that was driving his mind right now seemed to be the aphrodisiac of the chocolate that had hit him. He couldn’t remember the last time he had had this little control over his own body and he didn’t like it one bit.
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There was so much confusion on Chara’s face as the man hissed into his ear in his soft, husky voice and he pushed closer, pinning him further against the wall. What was he to do... ? He couldn’t think himself at this point, but he was so frustrated at being told not to use a word that wasn’t even identified that his own growl emerged from his throat.
He looked around desperately, trying to find a suitable place for what he wanted. Not here, not in this filth of a hidden alley… But there was no where else. That was, until, his eyes turned upwards towards the rooftops above.
“O-on the roof… We won’t.. A-ah.. We won’t be seen there… I don’t know what the ******** gotten into you, but… Atleast give me that, please.” His voice was so weak, dripping with a need he didn’t know even existed within him. Everything was new and unfamiliar but there was no more resistance from him. The man who had plagued his thoughts so often since their first meeting was giving him what he had only dreamed about, and he couldn’t tell if this was a dream or not. Well, if it was, why ruin it by waking up?
He looked around desperately, trying to find a suitable place for what he wanted. Not here, not in this filth of a hidden alley… But there was no where else. That was, until, his eyes turned upwards towards the rooftops above.
“O-on the roof… We won’t.. A-ah.. We won’t be seen there… I don’t know what the ******** gotten into you, but… Atleast give me that, please.” His voice was so weak, dripping with a need he didn’t know even existed within him. Everything was new and unfamiliar but there was no more resistance from him. The man who had plagued his thoughts so often since their first meeting was giving him what he had only dreamed about, and he couldn’t tell if this was a dream or not. Well, if it was, why ruin it by waking up?
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Ptolemaeus took a shuddering breath before pulling Chara toward him and draping him over his shoulder unceremoniously. “This is damn annoying…” he grumbled, clutching the back of the shorter male’s knees tight as he jumped to kick off a dumpster and then off the opposite building wall to get a foothold where he could launch himself up onto the roof. He glanced around briefly before practically dropping Chara down. Kneeling next to him, he asked in a low, irked voice, “Do you have any idea what an aphrodisiac is?”
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Chara had briefly entertained the thought that maybe, just maybe, Ptolemaeus would have pulled away and allowed him to head up to the rooftop on his own. Instead he was thrown over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and taken up to the roof as if he was some sort of grand prized that was to be only the Dark Mirror Senshi’s.
As soon as he was dropped, Chara offered another ‘********’ rubbing his backside as the cold pavement left it sore. What a wonderful way to ruin what torturous pleasure he had been feeling before.
“I’m not a dumbass like you, I know what it is! And apparently your ******** up magic trick turned what was supposed to sear your goddamn skin off into some sort of sick pleasure seeking drug thing! I knew you were s**t, but I thought you’d be better than that to use such a manipulative trick on someone!” What was he saying?! He was so close, and he wanted this, so why was he still talking as if he wanted to resist?! It made no sense to the younger senshi but… He couldn’t stop. He never did have a good filter.
As soon as he was dropped, Chara offered another ‘********’ rubbing his backside as the cold pavement left it sore. What a wonderful way to ruin what torturous pleasure he had been feeling before.
“I’m not a dumbass like you, I know what it is! And apparently your ******** up magic trick turned what was supposed to sear your goddamn skin off into some sort of sick pleasure seeking drug thing! I knew you were s**t, but I thought you’d be better than that to use such a manipulative trick on someone!” What was he saying?! He was so close, and he wanted this, so why was he still talking as if he wanted to resist?! It made no sense to the younger senshi but… He couldn’t stop. He never did have a good filter.
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“I didn’t know what it would do,” the older senshi said, his voice sounding calm but with dangerous underlying tones beneath. “If I had, I would never have used it. You think I like being in this state? Do you have any idea how much it’s taking out of me just to keep myself from jumping you?” he snapped, his voice gradually rising. “Chocolate is supposed to be a natural aphrodisiac and my magic just changes other magic in ways I can’t even predict. I don’t know what it’ll do. So don’t you dare pin this on me.”
He moved closer so that he had practically crawled on top of the younger male. “Unless you’re trying to rile me up because you want this. Is that why you keep egging me on, telling me ‘********’ over and over…?”
He moved closer so that he had practically crawled on top of the younger male. “Unless you’re trying to rile me up because you want this. Is that why you keep egging me on, telling me ‘********’ over and over…?”
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“Like hell I’m not going to blame it on you! You’re the b*****d that decided to use your magic! You should have known better! You’re dumb as ********!” The own lust and heat that Chara was feeling was continuing to bubble over as the man spoke of how he wanted to jump the poor lad and he just scoffed.
At least now he knew what the man sounded so agitated by his words… Apparently it was ‘********’ that was causing all the issues… He hadn't meant anything by it, honestly, he just happened to say the word way too often… His curiosity the better of him. His curiosity the better of him, and instinctively he pressed his hips closer to the older teens, making soft sounds of longing along with it.
“I don’t understand a ******** sound that's coming from your mouth, you freak!”
At least now he knew what the man sounded so agitated by his words… Apparently it was ‘********’ that was causing all the issues… He hadn't meant anything by it, honestly, he just happened to say the word way too often… His curiosity the better of him. His curiosity the better of him, and instinctively he pressed his hips closer to the older teens, making soft sounds of longing along with it.
“I don’t understand a ******** sound that's coming from your mouth, you freak!”
Kitomyx
((Ptolemaeus gets riled. Chara says he doesn't want his first time to be with Ptolemy. Ptolemy manages to stop himself with a great amount of effort. Ptolemy tells Chara to leave. Chara doesn't listen and says he wants Ptolemy to sleep with him because he wants to, not because of the effects of their magic. Chara kisses Ptolemy. Ptolemy tells Chara he doesn't know what he's asking but kisses back. They relieve each other's tension, but don't go any farther than that.))
Kapoodles
Through fevered kisses and eager touches they remained together, an intimate understanding between them that this thing, whatever it was between them, was strange and unusual and nearly forbidden given where they stood in the war.
It wasn’t love, nor was it anything far more intense, but whatever it was, for those few heated moments, they savored it and remained in an embrace, whispering words of confusion and decisiveness. This would not be the only time they met as such, Chara finding a strange sort of comfort alongside Ptolemy, who he would have sworn to kill multiple times before, but something always stood in the way before anything became too much.
This time, however, they did not part as enemies, nor as friends, but confidants in one another. The nights could be long and painful at times, so what better way to pass them by with someone who atleast they could partially trust…
It wasn’t love, nor was it anything far more intense, but whatever it was, for those few heated moments, they savored it and remained in an embrace, whispering words of confusion and decisiveness. This would not be the only time they met as such, Chara finding a strange sort of comfort alongside Ptolemy, who he would have sworn to kill multiple times before, but something always stood in the way before anything became too much.
This time, however, they did not part as enemies, nor as friends, but confidants in one another. The nights could be long and painful at times, so what better way to pass them by with someone who atleast they could partially trust…
