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poisonangelCharacters: OOC Anissina's Yozak and Conrad
Rated: PG-13
It was dark in his room--his room, not their room. It was never theirs. He just let the other man sleep in his bed when it amused him.
But he couldn’t quite remember the last time he had slept there alone.
Conrad’s body was beautiful in the moonlight. The man never wore a stitch of clothing when he could avoid it. It suited him; pale and perfect upon the satin sheets. Perfect.
Too perfect.
Some nights, like tonight, he wanted to fix that--mar him in some way. Damage that damnable flawless face. Slice open the smooth skin and watch it bleed--trails of crimson, staining his bed.
Yozak held the dagger loosely in his hand, toying with the idea as the blade scraped across his lover’s flesh. He liked the way the steel reflected the trace amounts of light, causing little shadowed patterns to dance over that slender, vulnerable neck.
The dagger was a tool. Conrad was a tool. They both served their purposes. They had both been useful, but what more could Conrad do for him?
At the time, he had been quite the find. Manipulating him had almost been too simple. The fool had dared to love a pure breed, and it has been his undoing. The right words and the right touches were all he needed to encourage the seeds of jealousy and anger to full blown outrage and resentment. A discussion became a quarrel. A quarrel became a murder. And a murder became the perfect way to start a war.
Yozak had been thrilled with the results. Cecile and Gwendal were dead and some of the greatest Mazoku champions like Gunter and Adelbert were felled within the resulting chaos and upheaval.
And none of it would have been possible without his perfect, traitorous toy.
Yozak traced the outline of Conrad’s jaw with the dagger. How easy it would be to nick that precious skin. His chestnut eyes would open with fear. He would whimper with pain. But somehow Yozak knew the sleeping man wouldn’t try to stop him.
Perhaps that is why he never went through with it on these nights when sleep was all too fleeting and twisted thoughts danced through his mind. There was no challenge in it. No struggle. No reward.
Or maybe he didn’t want to spend his nights alone.
Either way, his toy was broken.
He watched the broad chest rise and fall with deep breaths that parted those supple lips. His messy hair contrasted sharply upon the white pillowcase. He was perfect and broken at once.
But with the right words and the right touches he could fix him again. Yes, Yozak would like that.
After all, toys were meant to be played with.
Rated: PG-13
It was dark in his room--his room, not their room. It was never theirs. He just let the other man sleep in his bed when it amused him.
But he couldn’t quite remember the last time he had slept there alone.
Conrad’s body was beautiful in the moonlight. The man never wore a stitch of clothing when he could avoid it. It suited him; pale and perfect upon the satin sheets. Perfect.
Too perfect.
Some nights, like tonight, he wanted to fix that--mar him in some way. Damage that damnable flawless face. Slice open the smooth skin and watch it bleed--trails of crimson, staining his bed.
Yozak held the dagger loosely in his hand, toying with the idea as the blade scraped across his lover’s flesh. He liked the way the steel reflected the trace amounts of light, causing little shadowed patterns to dance over that slender, vulnerable neck.
The dagger was a tool. Conrad was a tool. They both served their purposes. They had both been useful, but what more could Conrad do for him?
At the time, he had been quite the find. Manipulating him had almost been too simple. The fool had dared to love a pure breed, and it has been his undoing. The right words and the right touches were all he needed to encourage the seeds of jealousy and anger to full blown outrage and resentment. A discussion became a quarrel. A quarrel became a murder. And a murder became the perfect way to start a war.
Yozak had been thrilled with the results. Cecile and Gwendal were dead and some of the greatest Mazoku champions like Gunter and Adelbert were felled within the resulting chaos and upheaval.
And none of it would have been possible without his perfect, traitorous toy.
Yozak traced the outline of Conrad’s jaw with the dagger. How easy it would be to nick that precious skin. His chestnut eyes would open with fear. He would whimper with pain. But somehow Yozak knew the sleeping man wouldn’t try to stop him.
Perhaps that is why he never went through with it on these nights when sleep was all too fleeting and twisted thoughts danced through his mind. There was no challenge in it. No struggle. No reward.
Or maybe he didn’t want to spend his nights alone.
Either way, his toy was broken.
He watched the broad chest rise and fall with deep breaths that parted those supple lips. His messy hair contrasted sharply upon the white pillowcase. He was perfect and broken at once.
But with the right words and the right touches he could fix him again. Yes, Yozak would like that.
After all, toys were meant to be played with.
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Date: 2005-10-27 01:49 am (UTC)Scarily good, double dearest!
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Date: 2005-10-27 01:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-27 02:37 am (UTC)*resolves not to let double down!*
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Date: 2005-10-27 01:50 am (UTC)After all, toys were meant to be played with.
Love the last line!
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Date: 2005-10-27 02:00 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-10-27 02:01 am (UTC)T______T
I love you.