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PostPosted: Sun Jul 13, 2025 5:17 pm


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CW: abuse.

The ride home had been quiet, and unlike their typical shared silences, this one held a grim weight. The sinner drove his executioner to the site of his just punishment. He opened the car door for the other, then that of the house, an attentive escort to his tense, stalking doom. The dogs were quietly told to stay on the first floor, and when they arrived at the stairs, he let Eles lead.

He was, to his own bemusement and wonder, scared of Eles.

And even worse, it wasn’t even the fear of whatever punishment he was about to receive, as was only reasonable! No, he was afraid that Eles would still be upset tomorrow, the next day. And it would be easy to explain and reason that he was a senshi. That he could be strong and so incredibly fast. That he could Mirrorwalk away from trouble. And when he couldn’t, he had other ways to escape. But even worse than Eles still being upset after punishments were rendered, was the fear, after having seen and been touched by the intensity of his boy’s rage for the care of him…

What if next time he didn’t care at all?
PostPosted: Sun Jul 13, 2025 5:20 pm


Street lights flashed past like fireflies. Every time Eles shut his eyes, their dying streaks faded against his eyelids. If he thought back to the night, it hummed in his bones like a wrong note. If he thought about it long enough, someone was lurking there, waiting their turn, hoping for a lottery of a different sort. Maybe, he told himself, his memory already tampered with it.

Nothing happened. Malory was driving them home. Malory was getting his door, which opened upward in such an ostentatious brag. Then he was opening the door to the house. Waiting. Watching.

But Eles walked through the yard first. While exhausted, he felt restless. Drained as he stared ahead at the garden shed. Unflinching as he stepped in a pile of s**t left behind by one of the three menaces that had run of the place. He went inside, found what he needed outlined on a pegboard like a murder victim. When he turned around, he saw the track from a single shoe. Lacked the wherewithal to curse about it. Dragged his foot like a Romero zombie through the grass and rejoined his boy. Waiting.

Always waiting. They went inside.

The hammer hung at his side, claws facing ahead of him. When they reached the base of the stairs, Eles started up the flight slowly, deliberately, that hammer swinging like a pendulum. He knew Malory had full view of his a**, hanging back like that. It was the last treat he'd get before his penance.

Pausing, Eles half-turned and signed with his free hand to the boy. Get the tequila. The one for neat shots.


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PostPosted: Sun Jul 13, 2025 5:21 pm


Given the choice between a** and hammer, Malory let himself briefly appreciate the former, remember the flex of it as Ebon had danced, then fixated on the latter. He'd really picked up a literal hammer. How could Malory ever be silly enough to think Eles would like any other person and talk about such things in metaphors rather than stunning truth.

And still he didn't find himself hesitating, pulled along as willingly with a hammer swinging in menace as he'd followed the tug of his shirt earlier.

The request for tequila was obeyed with a prompt turn and quiet, rapid steps. Tonight he would wait as needed, but didn't dare leave the other waiting. Within a few minutes, he found Eles again, a bottle of Ocho in one hand, two snifters in the other.

Staring at Eles, Malory realized he had yet to say anything to the other since making his choice. And that it felt wrong to do so, at least before being given permission. It was probably for the best, really. He'd noticed that dog s**t shuffle earlier.
PostPosted: Sun Jul 13, 2025 5:21 pm


Malory returned with a level of apologetic obedience that he found acceptable. Perfectly clear tequila in hand and two glasses that were much too fancy and much too large for shots. It would do them both some good. He turned, then, and continued up the steps to Malory's room.

Eles entered first, attention sweeping about the room as if measuring it, before finally circumscribing the bed and standing in the swath of space between bed and ostentatious throne. Nearest Eles was the spread of sable that he so enjoyed, having luxuriated in it for several nights in total. Here, Eles let the hammer slip from his hand and strike the floor like a gunshot. Then he pointed for Malory to seat himself on the sable fur.

There would be time to address his transgressions. Even a death row inmate got his last supper, however; it would be inhumane to jump straight to the main event.

Pour, he signed as he sat himself down on the floor.


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PostPosted: Sun Jul 13, 2025 5:22 pm


Jumping at the sound of the hammer hitting the floor, Malory ended up biting his lip harder than he usually liked in keeping his typical brand of drama quiet. But it was the hour of his punishment, a little better extra on top was fine. Appropriate maybe, even if it was self inflicted. But maybe all of this could be named as such.

Still obedient, he sat on command, then poured on command. The glasses each a near precise equal to the other, and gazing down on his own, Malory began to tally all he'd had to drink at the club with a quiet, growing dismay.
PostPosted: Sun Jul 13, 2025 5:22 pm


Eles, smiling for finally having something to drink, picked up his glass with ease and drank down the contents. A brilliant, clarion flavor filled his mouth with an intoxicating burn, one that mapped its way down his throat and pooled heat in his core. The taste was a rare delight that coaxed his mood after all that he'd endured that evening, but to feel so pleasant about it now was a disservice to both him and the boy he was about to punish.

But, he supposed, he didn't have to be detached about it. Eles shifted closer to the boy, who yet remained so quiet and docile, and motioned for him to raise his arms. Then he took the hem of that ridiculous jersey and pulled it upward, off of him, thinking all the while of how he could've knocked the straps off his shoulders and let it fall to the ground for how worthlessly oversized it was, then discarded it like so much filth on the floor behind him. He realized, belatedly, that the expensive shirt must not have made it home. Well, someone might make a pretty penny off it between the label and the stripper sweat.

Sitting up onto his knees, Eles reached for one of the garter belts that yet had some crumpled money held hostage against his thigh. He unbuckled a thicker one that left a shadow of where it once clung to Eles's body.

Lay down, he signed to the boy, then pointed at the inviting sable.


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PostPosted: Sun Jul 13, 2025 5:22 pm


Malory watched Eles down his drink and come up from it with an expression that was pleased, the lines of his body shifting for it. The tension began to take a new, softer shape. Sipping from his own glass, Malory knew that he was still in for it. Would maybe even feel let down if Eles changed his mind. But it was good if his boy was a little more relaxed, a little less upset

Obedient, he raised his arms and watched the jersey dropped on the floor with a mournful look. He'd thought it was cute. Even considered getting it modified later to add Aphelion across the back. Maybe he still would though, for when he wanted to be a specific flavor of irritating.

The reminder that Eles had been stripping on a stage above him was a low burning but sweet piece of torture, something he still couldn't act on. Couldn't touch the painted featters. Couldn't press his face against the indent left by that garter. He gave a silent sigh for the hardships he was already facing and laid down.

Staring up at the boy kneeling above him, Malory spared a thought to wonder how long Eles would withhold his voice this time.
PostPosted: Sun Jul 13, 2025 5:22 pm


Eles slid the hammer closer to himself as he crouched perpendicular to the boy's chest. Laid down like that, his midnight hair melted with the sable, only differentiated by the healthy shine that peered up at the ambient light. Much as he wanted to touch it, card his narrow fingers through those wefts and test their tensile strength with his grip, Malory owed him some penance first. Such restraint he had to show — it was nearly a punishment for himself, too. Maybe that was deserved. Ebon hurt people because it was easy, because they earned it by existing near him. In a way, Eles was included.

Finebone fingers laid across Malory's ribs opposite his heart. They felt along that marble skin with a delicacy afforded freshly polished piano keys, but that tentativeness soon fell away to a confident press as he mapped each rib. The collar bone was ever in the way, but Malory was thin enough — allergic to exercise enough — that he could feel around it and continue his count. Closer and closer to the sternum they strayed, leaving hints of blush like footprints down the boy's chest. Then they slowed in their surety as true became false, as he found the handle of each last rib until he strayed so near Malory's hip.

With the two found, Eles unwound the belt he'd unbuckled, pulled it taut. Held it near Malory's mouth. Noticed the telltale reddened swell of damage already done, so he paused, thumbed that lower lip for a better look. The boy pulled beads of his own blood already; Eles swiped them away with the brush of a finger. Tasted them for himself.

Then, with the belt held between both hands, he gave his instruction in a voice barely more than a whisper. "Bite." A few teeth marks would add to Ebon's acclaim nonetheless.

You promised me two, he signed, keeping one hand on the pair of liars that he'd chosen. Then he took up the hammer with his right hand. Held it near the head of it in his wanting for accuracy, or clarity. His free hand splayed out, stabilizing the area, marking out the territory for punishment. Raising up the hammer, he brought it down on the farthest rib with a dull, thickened crack.


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PostPosted: Sun Jul 13, 2025 5:23 pm


That barely there brush of fingers was so, so gentle and it’d be such a tender little intimacy were it not for the counterpoint that was the hammer, waiting within easy reach. Though he still found it to be sweet; Eles had a way of looking at him that made Malory feel sticky from the inside out. Like choking on a throatful of molasses.

And then the touch changed, and Malory realized what was happening, what his punishment would be and he had to hold in the chagrin, the bitter laugh that wanted to burble up and get him in even worse trouble with Eles. He hadn’t even realized he was Faustite yet, and still he wanted those ribs. Probably considered them his no matter who he turned out to be in the end. And he was right. But oh, his boy was so greedy.

Having found his ribs, Eles brought a hand to Malory’s face, another little intimacy brought short and this time with a belt and a whispered word that granted him the edge of the boy’s forgiveness. And it was this that Malory held onto as the hammer was so carefully aimed, then lifted. His heart began to jump in his chest and he had to look away from the hand and the hammer and his chest. It was better to look at Eles to see what-

His yell, muted by the belt, was a ragged and immediately strained thing, followed by several quieter, shorter bursts of sound. Malory’s chest was heaving rapidly, nostrils flaring with the quick pants that helped deliver a small stab at his side with every movement. Tears rapidly filled his eyes, began sliding down cheeks that were brightly flushed in contrast to skin that had paled even further.

There was a very rational part of Malory that knew this was not a good thing, a necessary thing, or something that should be allowed. Ever. But that part of him had always been so passive, a thing to take into consideration or easily ignore, no more than safety signs on a wall. There was another part of him that, despite the pain, despite the well of odd desperation for this to matter, to mark him up and mark him out, that this had dug…

There was a part of him steadily cataloging what his body was doing. His hips lifting like so, his torso trying to rise, to sit up despite the pain it caused. He noted his breathing. There was a part that wanted him to look into one of the bedroom’s many mirrors and check his expression, but that wasn’t allowed. If his eyes were to be open, then they would be open and watching Eles, and Eles alone. If he wanted to see himself in this moment, it had to be through the eyes of the other boy.

Was it enough? Was Eles okay? Was he forgiven?

s**t s**t s**t, it really ******** hurt!
PostPosted: Sun Jul 13, 2025 5:23 pm


How he struggled and bucked and simpered for those beatific aftershocks of pain. How his pulse must have kicked up so terribly, and those tears — Eles sighed for them. Raised a hand to the boy's throat and felt those frantic beats like hummingbird's wings. How sweet to have gifted him this, his obeisance, his consent to translate their experiences across the language of pain. To convey Eles's hurt in invisible ink, omnipresent as long as Malory was awake and alive, to take it into his body and own it for himself.

And to cry for it, to nearly faint for it — truly, this boy understood him. He hadn't touched his tequila, however, and it'd be a shame to put that to waste. Picking up the other glass, Eles drained it himself. Warmed him and left him feeling rather pleasant in the midst of this terrible lesson.

Malory might have earned his forgiveness by now, but Eles wanted him to know he was serious. Wanted a lesson so powerful and persuasive that Malory would know better than to subject him to that gnawing worry ever again. Perhaps that was already conveyed with the first rib. However, that was only half the lesson; trouble wasn't something entirely under Malory's control, and Eles needed him to consider all avenues by which he might either put that trouble down or otherwise survive it. No one else should have this boy — not muggers, not youma, not even the Dark Star.

But Eles had a choice to make as he considered that quaking body. Did he go for another rib on the same side or break the last rib on the other side? Perhaps pain on only one side was more tolerable, but the liars stuck together. Breaking two could complicate healing, and Eles didn't want this punishment lasting the rest of the boy's life. The other side would be more comfortable, but shouldn't healing be simpler? He hoped so.

Eles shushed him gently as his hand once again combed down Malory's chest. His trembling didn't disguise the way his bones stood proud against Eles's touch; he was quicker to find that last rib this time. Quicker to pin the area beneath his hand, thumb and forefinger wide apart, leaving that delicate bone exposed. The hammer hovered over that doomed piece of his boy before he raised it up and brought it down on that rib, one last time, one last dull crack, before he cast the hammer away.

"I forgive you," Eles admitted, and it was as if a bell jar had lifted over them and banished the sordid atmosphere. "And you're welcome."


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PostPosted: Sun Jul 13, 2025 5:23 pm


There was warmth, even a sort of praise in Eles’s gaze. And he didn’t tell Malory that he was good, but Malory felt the declaration anyway. He was being good. He was doing what was needed. This meant something, to both of them. Thinking so, believing it, made it easier to rein in his breathing, the rapid-deep rise and fall of (knives) his chest evening out under the trace of Eles’s fingertips. That hand was so much more confident this time, and quick, too.

It didn’t make what came any less painful and after the outcry behind his gag came the sobs that wracked his whole body and punished him for each and every one. Malory was awash in pain, bathed and drowned in it. He could barely keep track of Eles’s expression anymore, it was all a blur above him, but he caught the words, spoken aloud and whole, with the clarion honesty he sometimes held.

He was forgiven. And he had been granted something that maybe cost both of them something a little terrible, but maybe it was worth it, as long as it stayed precious between them, as long as it meant something. Vaguely, he wondered if this was what a baptism was meant to be, and if he too, was now reborn.

“I’m sorry.” And for once in his life he truly was. “Thank you for caring about me.”

After a moment, Malory raised a shaking hand to Eles, palm out and expectant.
PostPosted: Sun Jul 13, 2025 5:24 pm


Two ribs. Yes, he supposed he was quite satisfied with that. He never recalled crying because of a boy before, but now the first offender lay before him, face as tear-streaked as it deserved to be. Malory could suffer astonishingly well — he must have been made for the role.

Poisoned indeed, Eles thought. Now they could both use a cigarette.

But in lieu of that, he took up the hand that reached for him. Scooting closer to Malory's head, Eles took back his belt and gave it a brief once-over for how deep his boy had bit into the leather. Had it been any cheaper, had it been thinner to save on expense, Malory may have bitten through it. Now that would be something to wear to the stage as Ebon. Nevertheless, that belt deserved to be a staple in his wardrobes now.

Now he could card his bare fingers through that hair. Wick away the cold sweat from the boy's forehead.

"Your every breath reminds you that you're alive now. Proof of what you've endured. And now you'll know exactly how you breathe, unlike your classmates. It's one more thing you'll learn to control, right?" He spared the boy a glance to see if he was still awake, still listening. Pain was such a personal experience, after all. And his boy would come back better for it he'd learn all he could from those tribulations and shift his perspective with knitting bones until he determined precisely how much it could teach him. He'd died before, after all. He learned something beautiful and disastrous from it.

Maybe Eles died too, then. But he unlearned everything from it, like a coward turning away from inevitability.

"Ten minutes," he explained as he brushed the backs of Malory's knuckles against his painted skin. "Took some body paint, splashed it on wet. Used a fine-toothed comb's pick to make the rachis. Barbs were from the teeth. When the paint's dilute enough, no one sees the mistakes."


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PostPosted: Sun Jul 13, 2025 5:24 pm


The pain was a hazy rhythm of sharp throb pull, and Malory’s eyes, glassy with tears, blinked and fought to focus until he could see Eles clearly again. Oh, he was crying too. Felt it with him, too. The sight didn’t ease the pain for a single ******** second, but it made Malory a little more comfortable in it. He always liked it when they shared.

Eles spoke of what it could mean, for Malory specifically, weaving a thin, tiny blanket of how this moment, this pain was his. To use and control. But it was nothing to the grace of knowing that it was theirs. He focused on the hand in his own, the fingers slipping through his hair, and still it did nothing to lessen the pain, but he did find himself settling into it, taking in the knives at each side with every breath and vaguely daring them to stab deeper and further into him.

Dazed and so much slower than usual, he didn’t realize what Eles was talking about until his fingers touched flesh that felt different. Ah yes…he’d asked that earlier hadn’t he? “You…” Oh, it hurt so much and differently to talk. Every word was going to cost him now, wasn’t it? “Did it…yourself?” His chest hitched and shuddered against the new spike of pain, the shifting of the rhythm. “It’s good. It was all…really good.”

Malory swallowed and swallowed again, “Wanted you.” Which he nearly always did. “Badly. But different.” It was important that Eles knew, the appreciation hadn’t been part of an act.
PostPosted: Sun Jul 13, 2025 5:24 pm


Humming in thought, Eles clarified. "Had help for the spots I couldn't see. Was all a last-minute idea to cover up any bruises or marks. Ebon can't be touched by anyone, you know. Even you." Especially Malory. Ebon was a cold and indifferent dark star, an otherworldly class of being, whose gaze no man could ever meet. But Malory vied for it so well, and Eles couldn't fit fully into character that night. Not with so much dread clutching around his chest.

The admission, however choppy, barely more than a word per breath, coaxed a laugh from him. Clear and terribly honest, warm and meant for only one set of ears. "It's good to want," he teased.

"People gather around that stage to spend their time and money wanting. They want to want. To want acutely, until it hurts, And they all know the rules – no one can harass the dancers – but they still hope. Like buying a drink will buy them my company, too.

"Maybe that's why I like it." Stretching his legs out, Eles leaned forward to peer at the growing inflammation above Malory's hips. Better that they got him some ice soon.

"There's a lot of power in compelling people to want with your body. You don't need a personality. You don't even need to talk to them, acknowledge them, or let them know you're aware they exist. They may as well be a stack of urinal cakes to you, but they'll throw their life's savings at you if it buys them just a little more hope.

"Wondered how it'd have been for you. Knowing you can have what they can't." He snorted, gaze casting over his boy. "Want weathers anything, doesn't it?"


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PostPosted: Sun Jul 13, 2025 5:24 pm


Malory wasn’t sorry at all for the bruises or anything else he left on Eles. Not even for making it harder to play the role. Ebon had managed to be above and beyond reach, even as fingers slid down his boot, grazed along the garters. The contact just made the gap clearer, the wanting and destined lack of fulfillment all the more apparent. But it had felt good to want and be left wanting. It was something he’d always liked to play around with, but this had been, as he’d said with such broken emphasis, different.

And seeing Eles as Ebon, stalking that stage and performing rhythmic feats on the pole, commanding both attention and desire with his body and its dance, Malory had felt proud too. “Felt like,” and oh god the small cough that followed brought fresh tears to his eyes. Belatedly, Malory realized he’d have to give that shitty doctor a call. But it could wait. Maybe until morning. Let tonight be a vigil of some kind.

“Like,” he finally continued, “...couldn’t take it…you for. Granted.
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