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Hector ([personal profile] petcromancer) wrote2019-08-07 09:36 pm

Musebox

A home for PSLs.
relictusdeus: (Dead to me; resentful sidelong look)

[personal profile] relictusdeus 2019-10-18 12:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[Isaac sees him off with a sharp look, thanklessly plucking the bottle from Hector's hands. Tonight, the make or the year don't matter; he uses his thumbnail to lever the cork until it comes free with a wet pop, not giving the wine the chance to breathe before his lips smother the bottle and he tips his head back. It washes over his tongue, tart and crisp, going down like water. A few drops escape him when he pauses to breathe, clouding in the bath. It looks like blood.]

Enjoying yourself, are you?

[Another joyless swig. He licks away a fat, red bead sliding down the neck of the bottle and sets it down at the foot of the tub for the moment, not looking Hector's way.]
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relictusdeus: (Bedroom eye)

[personal profile] relictusdeus 2019-10-19 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
[In lieu of an answer, he ducks his head and splashes his hair until it lies flat on his skull, long enough now to drape both his eyes. He calmly extends a hand for the soap and works up a lather between his palms, scrubbing at his scalp and behind his ears and the nape of his neck with the pads of his fingers. His movements are vigorous, briskly efficient, and after a rinse and another soaping, he washes out the foam and leans back with the wine in hand. He takes a long, thoughtful swallow and then another, gazing straight ahead, at nothing in particular, lazily swirling the bottle. It'd be a long while before the water cooled off, with the fire in the built-in stove snapping into a few hunks of wood; he stretches out his legs, in no hurry to pick up where Hector left off.]

Why are you here...?

[He looks at Hector after a long beat.]

Why choose this when you are not without choice?
relictusdeus: (Solemn; speaking over shoulder)

[personal profile] relictusdeus 2019-10-19 04:24 am (UTC)(link)
[Huffing a listless laugh:]

'tis a sad state of affairs if you must look to me for some manner of deeper fulfillment.

[With every clash of perspectives and opinions, Isaac knows less and less of what understanding they do share beyond the burdens and possibilities of this cursed magic others have dreamt of wielding. And he doubts that what they have is truly enough to satisfy a man who once took another's hand in marriage. Hector had had a place in the world and in someone's heart, once; he could do better than this, holing up in a ruined castle watching life pass him by. But Hector made this choice of his own will, fought him on it. And he'd have to make his peace with it, fully, if he hadn't already.]
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relictusdeus: (Chuckling; what a delightful idea)

[personal profile] relictusdeus 2019-10-20 05:54 am (UTC)(link)
[Swilling another mouthful, he watches him from the corner of his eye, his gaze sharpened, for a brief moment, by more than wariness.]

Is that so?

[He pauses with the rim at rest against his lower lip, holding his gaze long enough to suggest it may be a legitimate question.] ...Have you considered taking a more human lover?

[Snorting:] God, Hector...

[Nearing the bottom of the bottle, his laughter comes more easily already, trickling out of him. A little more of the wine misses his mouth, a bead sliding down his skin, another unfurling between his legs in the bathwater.]

A fine choice you've made for yourself.
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relictusdeus: (Bedroom eye)

hope this timeskippery is okay -- let me know if you wanted anything changed

[personal profile] relictusdeus 2019-10-20 06:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[Isaac's hair is still drying when he comes for him, lead by the pulsing thread of magic tethering them to each other through walls and floors and wards. Down, down from the tower and along a stretch of hallway, unhurried but not without purpose. What's left of his bottle swings in one hand and the other he holds out in front of him, a small flame shedding its soft, flickery light over the walls and the spiders furring their corners, guiding him. The clacking of his heels stops outside the room Hector has claimed for his own, only a moment. He tests the knob and the door opens, a wry smile crooking his lips when the energies of Hector's protective spell sweeps over every inch of bared skin as he passes.

It's quiet inside. He can hear the soft rush of air in and out his lungs, his heartbeat in his ears. The room smells of must and fur and Hector's sleep-warmed, earthy musk - not unpleasant. He leans heavily against the doorframe, helping himself to a sip as he looks to the darkened shape of Hector's body in his bed and wonders how long it'd take Hector to notice him, or if he was even asleep at all. Curiosity wins out before long; he snaps his fist shut and kills the flame, making his approach with a smooth rolling of his hips.
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relictusdeus: (Shadowed look; eye gleaming)

[personal profile] relictusdeus 2019-10-20 07:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[Isaac doesn't, not for a while, his expression calmly inscrutable when reaching to touch him. He's come without his gauntlets for once, the pad of his finger warmed over Hector's skin as he traces the sharp neckline of his tunic with a nail, thoughtful.]

It seems I kept you waiting.

[He husks, not looking up. With a grim uptick to his smile, he lifts his hand away and settles for sitting sideways, only half of him on the bed, one foot still in contact with the floor as if in readiness to leave at any moment.]

I imagine you feel them circling the tower like gnats as well...? [The succubi, he means. He could have let one in and still isn't sure why he hadn't and what brought him here instead, courting what seems like their next regret. The wine's not all to blame, but neither could deny that it has played enough of a part. He sniffs and holds it out to Hector if he'll have any - what little is left sloshing around, at least.]
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relictusdeus: (Bedroom eye)

[personal profile] relictusdeus 2019-10-21 12:39 am (UTC)(link)
I noticed.

[He looks to the wall, listening to the rush of wine to Hector's mouth, the pop of his lips peeling off the bottle. Hector should be asleep - they both should be. But here they are, together again. Never by accident.

He idly traces the seal of Solomon into his thigh, sighing.
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I was half-hoping I might bear witness to a vicious, bloody battle upon this night -- you and them locked in a bitter struggle over damaged goods.

[He chuckles into the dark, his shoulders shaking. Hector stepping out, steel in his hand and in his jaw, and returning drenched in succubus blood would've been a lovely surprise.]

Ah... [He smiles vaguely at his lap] ...how disappointing.
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relictusdeus: (that'll do / small smile)

[personal profile] relictusdeus 2019-10-21 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
[He shakes his head, dully amused.]

Oh, Hector, Hector, Hector~

[Despite the sing-song, mocking lilt to it, there's an honest weariness in his tone.]

'twas not you I meant. ...Although you too are as much a broken man as I. [Or he'd like to believe so, anyway, to lessen the hot sting of shame forever burning a hole in his chest. He sticks a hand out for the wine, flapping his fingers impatiently, only to remember that Hector has no doubt polished it off.]
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relictusdeus: (Bedroom eye)

[personal profile] relictusdeus 2019-10-21 03:03 am (UTC)(link)
What man would refuse such a lively demonstration of fierce want?

[He isn't sure he means what he says, but he's past the point of caring, the wine having worn down the jagged edges of sobriety. The chattering of his demons have quieted down and everything feels fuzzy and faraway, a little easier to live with.]

Yes, be a dear and fetch another bottle, would you? 'twould be a shame to have it gather dust.

[He'll help himself to Hector's bed in the meantime, crawling into it and lying over the place on the mattress his body has warmed.]
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relictusdeus: (how cute)

[personal profile] relictusdeus 2019-10-21 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
Lordling? [Isaac scoffs, though he isn't affronted enough to deny Hector the room to settle beside him. He shifts, grudgingly.] I would be lord at the least... and order my enemies to be hanged by their entrails from the trees surrounding my castle, as an example to the others.

[He lets the image wash over him, rolling onto his back after a moment and filling his lungs with a long, sleepy breath and feeling joints pop up alone his backbone.]

For that cheek of yours, you would be first man I would have bent and flogged. By my own hand, of course... [Wetting his lips, he turns his head from the ceiling and looks hazily into Hector's face.] ...for I would not leave to my subjects a task so deeply personal.
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relictusdeus: (Bedroom eye)

[personal profile] relictusdeus 2019-10-21 02:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[The breathless edge to Hector's voice captures his attention, unexpected, putting a hint of a smirk on his lips.]

You and I alone.

[He purrs. In reaching for the bottle, he clumsily bumps it with his knuckles and knocks it off his chest. It lies at his side, cool glass pressed to his ribs, while his fingers smooth down his belly and over his bulge.]

You shall be stripped and bound to a beam first... [he palms himself, kneading] ...I should like you to be properly introduced to the bite of the whip.

[The castle dungeon had had all manners of tools to rival those the Church reserved for heretics and blasphemers - and among them, whips with tails and some without, others woven with shards of metal and bone and meant for tearing ragged flaps of skin and meat away on every stroke. There's as much beauty, at times, in simplicity as with brutal efficiency; he'd wanted to savour the experience laying every stroke with precision and care, inflicting as much pain as possible without ending the punishment prematurely. Of course, the presence of a fairy would help.]

A simple leather one would do. And when you could no longer bear to stand, you would be bound to a sawhorse, naked as the day of your birth.

[The scene unfurls in the darkness behind his eyes, fresh and bright: laying kisses over Hector's raw, wealed back, staining what little skin left untouched behind his hungry lips; wandering behind him, where the sawhorse forced Hector's taut, quivering legs apart, and sliding an oil-slicked candle up the split of his cheeks before easing it inside him. Lighting it and letting it burn slow, wax puddling over the floor.

Half the pleasure would be in the build of anticipation for the both of them: pacing, humming to himself while lazily swishing the whip around. Feinting, twice in a row, just to watch Hector's body tense and wobble anxiously before the next snap lifted him onto the tips of his toes, sizzling stripes overlapping.

Blood pounds in Isaac's cock.
]

...You might even come to enjoy it.

[It hangs in the air like a promise, a smile in his voice. He shifts onto his side after a minute, contemplating Hector through half-lidded eyes - the sort of long, unblinking look that can lay a man bare. Then he closes the distance with a lazy stretch of his arm, nails hooking into Hector's trousers. That he might've drank too much to be effective is a real possibility, but there's enough to be done with fingers alone, if that's the case. Hungry flesh wouldn't say no to the attention.]
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relictusdeus: (Bedroom eye)

[personal profile] relictusdeus 2019-10-22 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
[Their eyes lock and Isaac feels a snap of adrenaline that ends in a trill low in his gut. Hector knows better than to turn to him, and he knows better than to answer to the fierce tug of lust, but they're nearly chest to chest and thigh to thigh, with a full bottle of wine between them, and neither are backing down. There is rope up in the tower, but he'd rather take his time crafting a sleek whip meant for Hector alone, wanting to relish every moment he held it firm in his hands.]

Then, as lord... I demand that you yield.

[He lifts his hand away to frame Hector's face, sweeping his thumb down his lower lip, tenderly.]

...Show me, Hector, just how badly you have ached for me.
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[personal profile] relictusdeus 2019-10-22 03:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[He smiles vaguely, mock-pitying, at the soft slick of Hector's lips and tongue as they welcome him, his gaze dropping between them where Hector is less seen and more felt, grinding into him, flush against his thigh.]

You poor thing...

[Snorting softly, his hand drifts to press into Hector's shoulder, not with the force to roll him onto his back but with just enough to convey the intention. He pushes up to sit cross-legged, after, dizzied with the sudden shift in gravity. His head is still swimmy and throbbing a full-skulled throbbing when he takes Hector by the legs and hauls him over his lap with effortless, careless strength, thighs loosely framing Isaac's hips.]

Soon will come the day when you know the kiss of the lash... [it's barely above a whisper, a promise edged with a playful threat] ...but for now, we shall simply have to make do.

[Both his hands thrust up into Hector's tunic, fingers fanning on the way down, his nails raking the hard planes of his chest, the ridges of his stomach. His touch lightens, slowing, as he reaches Hector's waist, and with a finger alone he skims his shape through his pants, unhurried.]

Let there be light... [He teases, pausing to reach for the bottle and skewering the cork with a nail again, popping it easy. He helps himself to a healthy swig, rolling it around in his mouth before swallowing. This wine is a little sweeter, fuller in taste, sliding cool down his throat. Even easier to drink than the last.]

...'twould be a shame to work by touch alone.

[But even as he says it he tips the bottle just enough to pour a little over Hector's belly, leaning over him to catch it as it drips with a sweep of his tongue, sucking the wine off his skin.]

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