[This will test the balance between Fandaniel's shameless urge to run his mouth and how much abuse he can endure in silence. There will be questions at trial. Answer any of them honestly, and our deal is off.
Can Nishi trust him? Not in the slightest. But probing the limits of his loyalty has its own appeal, and so the keeper comes down again, and again, and again— across arms, thighs, the ridges of his spine. The crack of the crop keeps time like a metronome, snapping out a rhythm that could almost be mistaken for music.
By the time his curiosity is satisfied, there's scarcely an inch of Fandaniel's back left unmarked. Char gives him a nudge with the toe of his boot.]
What will you tell them?
[The ones who will ask. The ones who won't take silence for an answer.]
me when he should have been stiff and in pain all week 2 long welp
[ Some places will bruise, red and angry, far worse than others, but in the end, Fandaniel has to wonder the same. He's left panting, breath heavy, and shaking on the floor by the time Nishi's done with him and the crop. The more the crop fell on him, whip sharp, the louder he got, and it's a wonder no one came diving in to see where the noise of someone in pain was coming from.
He makes a quiet sound at the nudge and, with trembling arms, pushes himself up to kneel rather than continue lying sprawled. Ah, muscles stretching against abused skin as he moves to reposition himself. Small miracle he doesn't sob at it all, something that would have come unbidden from a bruised body even if he, Fandaniel, felt no particular urge to cry. ]
...haah... What will I tell them...? [ He lets his head hang, sweat dripping down his face. What indeed. ] They already believe in my proclivity for showing up bruised and beaten. I will let them think the same as they thought before.
DLKNSLKNSLKSNLKSNLSKN and there's no pain reliever.............................
[The irony isn't lost on him— Fandaniel's a difficult sight once the welts begin to rise, red and angry. Nishi takes no real pleasure in it. Easier, perhaps, is to be the one being struck, to bear the welts himself. Too bad that isn't the arrangement they've made.
Instead of yanking him up onto precarious stilettos, Nishi lowers himself, slipping into his space until only inches remain, a perilous closeness by design.]
Which would be what?
[He wants a solid answer. His thumb grinds into a welt along Fandaniel's thigh as he hooks the leg up, winding it firmly around his hip.]
Don't be vague. If you want me to humor you, have believable answers ready.
[ How intimate, coming down to his level to torture him further. Where his thumb grinds throbs with pain, though slowly, unstable, surely not following any kind of healthy heartbeat. Certain "health problems" make the pain a little easier to endure, but he isn't immune by any means.
He still breathes in sharply at the unkind touch. It still hurts. As ever, he can still only let out a quiet chuckle, even now, even after all of that. ]
Hmm, that Solomon isn't a particularly kind lover, though if they expect me to name names, I believe I will attach a requirement that everyone admit who it is they are fucking. Why, if they need to know who's bed I go to, surely I should get to know their dirty little secrets as well, don't you agree?
[What a cruel stipulation— just Fandaniel's style. That ought to handle all but the most shameless among them who will find themselves vastly outnumbered by the many who wish to keep their intimate lives intimate.
Nishi is, of course, one of the latter. As he lifts Fandaniel's other leg to wind it around his hip, he bends in to lick at the curve of his neck, humid from the punishment doled out on him. His bite is careful, not harsh, but lingering— drawing a bruise that will bloom red, then fade into an ill violet, perfectly suited to Fandaniel.]
That should do. Prying is a bad habit many here share.
[Not that Nishi excludes himself from that observation.]
[ Fandaniel lets out a sigh as Nishi sinks his teeth into his skin. Compared to what else he's done, this actually feels gentle, even if it, too, will leave a mark behind. How much he'll have to cover up this week... ]
Can you blame them? All of their lives are on the line.
[ But it also gives him a tool to use against them, at least in this. They'll have to see how much that holds true this week, though. Ah, but that's a concern for another time. He's happy to help Nishi with hooking a leg around his hip, though with the man manhandling how he's seated, he's forced to keep one hand behind him, palm flat to the floor, to keep himself stable without outright clinging to the other.
Oh, but his free hand? He slides it up, brushing past Nishi's face and winding his fingers through his hair, finally finding an excuse to touch him back in turn. ]
[Fandaniel won't have long to worry about keeping himself upright. Generous as ever, Nishi puts him firmly in his place, lowering him to the tile and guiding his thighs wide around his hips. Does it surprise him that there's little arousal to be found in the act of beating Fandaniel swollen and red?
Nishi responds more to how Fandaniel's body yields under the whims of his lips, occupied with meticulously marking up his neck. Perhaps he's old-fashioned. Perhaps he's a sadist because circumstance demands it rather than by some innate drive to wound, but who would believe that?
After all, if he were not the demon Fandaniel expects, his partner would lose faith in his ability to grant his wish. So he continues to show the cruelty his prey anticipates, in small stinging bites— scraping teeth along collarbones, across portions of the chest not covered by flimsy layers of silk. Fandaniel expects a beast, and he will get what he yearns for, licked over to test how cleanly he might snap between Nishi's teeth.]
People are quick to turn on one another in situations like this... but no, I cannot fault them. Not when some "higher power" dictates we maim each other for his amusement.
[ There's no surprise at all. Fandaniel can't pretend not to have garnered some sense of pleasure from the beating; to actually feel anything at all holds an allure all of its own. That is not necessarily sexual pleasure, though, and what little arousal had been achieved from being hit again and again does not quite hold a flame to Nishi finally helping himself to his body directly.
There is some small grumble as he's pushed down onto his back, even as those lips play across his skin, leaving mark after mark. The pressure of the welts pressed against the tile is a bit much once the initial cooling sensation of a cold floor fades. That's all it will be, however. No complaint, no request to be moved somewhere more comfortable.
Instead, he follows that with a breathy sigh, soon overriding any previous discontent with little sounds of approval. With both hands now free, he can begin to explore in turn. The hand that had brushed through his hair slides down along his neck, then over his back, while the other slips around Nishi's side, fingers pressing into cloth firmly, trying to feel what lies underneath. ]
Mm, just so. So worried about being the next victim, I wonder if any have spared the time... to think of how, hmm, to a kill a god.
[They're not altogether dissimilar in build, although Char lacks both the soft edges to pull off a dress and the temperament to humor one. Fandaniel will find muscle, though not in excess, and little in the way of scars.
Speaking of meat, Fandaniel may be lacking the charms of a woman, but he is far from without allure. Char would hesitate to impress his teeth upon the nipple of a woman in the almost painful way he does to Fandaniel, nor would he so readily throw away airs to drive his knee between her legs as he does now.]
There are rumors. In such tight numbers, one must be careful with whom one aligns.
[Producing a small bottle from his pocket, Nishi tucks it into Fandaniel's palm. He allows Fandaniel to contemplate what it is and why he brought it— lubricant, of course, anticipating that the situation might escalate into something profane. This is simply Nishi thinking two steps ahead of his opponent.]
[ If he keeps that up, it'll be difficult to continue any sort of conversation, although perhaps that's the goal here. Fandaniel squirms under him, arching against the teeth teasing at his chest, hips more than gladly shifting against the knee between his legs. Simple enough to just lose oneself in pleasure like this, even with the angry welts at his back still stinging.
The bottle pressing into his hand gets a laugh, though, and that briefly interrupts how he moves against Nishi's attention. ]
Where did you even find this?
[ Of course. One could presume a school supposedly full of horny teenagers (and so-called teachers) might have supplies spirited away somewhere. That he brought some in itself, however, is hardly a surprise. The man had made it clear he intended to stuff him into a maid outfit, and then decided upon the sluttiest one he could find.
[It's a simple matter to slip those gauzy panties off Fandaniel's hips and toss them aside. If this were a woman he were dealing with, he'd warm up with foreplay and oral sex, but Fandaniel is neither a lady nor someone who demands special treatment.
Good boys get pampered and made to melt slowly like a flame melting wax. Fandaniel is quite the opposite, so he gets Nishi splitting his thighs apart on his knee and trussing up his layers to get a better look at what he's working with here.
He lifts his face from Fandaniel's chest and reclaims the bottle of lubricant, addressing that question with a half shrug.]
I did some digging around. In a place that demands "intimacy," it would have been stranger not to find items to encourage it. There were no condoms, however.
[So if Fandaniel doesn't end up wearing his mess, he'll be scrubbing it out of himself instead. With little fanfare beyond stripping his gloves off finger by finger, Nishi coats his index liberally in lubricant and presses it into Fandaniel's body. He's not rough, but he isn't coddling him with his touch, either.]
[ Nothing too surprising under those layers of the short little maid dress now that he's pulled the panties off. Adequately sized, well on his way to being aroused, and more than happy to tighten his legs around Nishi and lift his hips up further to make popping that finger into him all the easier.
Roughness... would have been appreciated, knowing the strange kind of man Fandaniel is. Anything less may as well be considered gentle, even if Nishi might not think he same, and he's left sighing as he feels the finger sliding in past the ring of muscle. ]
...ha... this but nothing else? Mm, perhaps anything else would be, ah, seen as blocking the intimacy of the act.
[ He'll converse while he still can. If Nishi hadn't wanted to chat, he should have considered putting something in the chatty fool's mouth. ]
[His finger curls slightly, testing how Fandaniel takes the intrusion while circling his prostate, though not directly stimulating it. That sigh— already Nishi can tell his restraint is being mistaken for indulgence. Typical. Maybe he should stuff those panties in his mouth and shut him up for a bit.
He tips his head to one side as he listens to him chatter away. Fandaniel wants roughness, wants cruelty dressed as intimacy, but he won't get to dictate the pace. Not here. Not with him.]
You must think this is restraint. You'd do well not to confuse patience for gentleness.
[He twists his wrist just so, pressing deeper, pressing rough against sensitive insides just to punctuate his point. Conversation, he decides, is fair enough, for now. Fandaniel is easy to keep talking, easier still to gauge how much he can handle when gradually brought to heel under the weight of intimacy.
It won't be too terribly long before he presses into him with a second finger, though still not deliberately unkind.]
Perhaps so. That, or this "Father" is an especially perverse man with no right to dictate how we use our bodies. Your take is more charitable.
[ He did offer to do whatever Nishi wanted of him; if it's to sigh and flutter his eyelashes, he shall, and if it's to twist and beg for him to be rough and bruising, then that he will do all the same. It isn't as though he'll be unhappy with either or anything in between, although he does consider those words.
There's an amused huff, though soon followed by hips hitching up a hint, back arching slightly, at the pressing and prodding of Nishi's finger. The huff turns into a sharp intake of breath, and he bites his lip a moment, trying to keep his thoughts on track. ]
I daresay I wouldn't be expecting gentleness from you in— [ There's the second finger. He cuts off, eyes squeezing shut. There's some pain now, in how he's being stretched open, but it'll pass. ] –in any case. Ahha, perhaps we should turn away from discussing this tower's god lest we draw its attention this way.
[Right. Words only carry them so far under the press of heat, of arousal that manacles them to one another. Nishi's fingers shift, turning to deliberate strokes against Fandaniel's prostate, slow sweeps punctuated by rougher thrusts to work him open.
It hurts, he knows it does, but Fandaniel has had more than his share of pain today. He has no reason to drag this out, no reason to linger in chatter when the air between them is already frayed thin.]
I have no expectation of you remaining quiet.
[—The murmur lands just before he leans in, cutting the words short, sealing their mouths together. Their tongues tangle, and Fandaniel's finally given something better to occupy himself with than endless chatter. Nishi lets the kiss consume the space between them, grounding him in sensation, in the pull of flesh and heat rather than in ruin.]
[ Simple enough to lose themselves in the press of bodies against one another, and Fandaniel can see no reason to hold off from tumbling over that precipice any longer. When he did anything like this last, he wonders, idly, before even that thought is banished to the recesses of his mind by Nishi's probing fingers.
Every brush past his prostate has him sighing and twisting his hips against those fingers, and every sudden thrust has his hips jerking, dragging louder pants for air from his mouth, at least until Nishi claims that as his own, too, and stifles his soft sounds. All that work isn't without its own payoff, of course, with how stiff that cock under the layers of gauzy maid dress is, dragging against the cloth with every twitch of his hips and arch of his back.
His hand shifts away from brushing over firm muscle and back up to join the other hand with fingers tangled in Nishi's soft blonde hair, pulling him down into the kiss as though that might even be needed. His tongue clashes with Nishi's, pressing for dominance over it even as the other man dominates the rest of him. ]
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Can Nishi trust him? Not in the slightest. But probing the limits of his loyalty has its own appeal, and so the keeper comes down again, and again, and again— across arms, thighs, the ridges of his spine. The crack of the crop keeps time like a metronome, snapping out a rhythm that could almost be mistaken for music.
By the time his curiosity is satisfied, there's scarcely an inch of Fandaniel's back left unmarked. Char gives him a nudge with the toe of his boot.]
What will you tell them?
[The ones who will ask. The ones who won't take silence for an answer.]
me when he should have been stiff and in pain all week 2 long welp
He makes a quiet sound at the nudge and, with trembling arms, pushes himself up to kneel rather than continue lying sprawled. Ah, muscles stretching against abused skin as he moves to reposition himself. Small miracle he doesn't sob at it all, something that would have come unbidden from a bruised body even if he, Fandaniel, felt no particular urge to cry. ]
...haah... What will I tell them...? [ He lets his head hang, sweat dripping down his face. What indeed. ] They already believe in my proclivity for showing up bruised and beaten. I will let them think the same as they thought before.
DLKNSLKNSLKSNLKSNLSKN and there's no pain reliever.............................
Instead of yanking him up onto precarious stilettos, Nishi lowers himself, slipping into his space until only inches remain, a perilous closeness by design.]
Which would be what?
[He wants a solid answer. His thumb grinds into a welt along Fandaniel's thigh as he hooks the leg up, winding it firmly around his hip.]
Don't be vague. If you want me to humor you, have believable answers ready.
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He still breathes in sharply at the unkind touch. It still hurts. As ever, he can still only let out a quiet chuckle, even now, even after all of that. ]
Hmm, that Solomon isn't a particularly kind lover, though if they expect me to name names, I believe I will attach a requirement that everyone admit who it is they are fucking. Why, if they need to know who's bed I go to, surely I should get to know their dirty little secrets as well, don't you agree?
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Nishi is, of course, one of the latter. As he lifts Fandaniel's other leg to wind it around his hip, he bends in to lick at the curve of his neck, humid from the punishment doled out on him. His bite is careful, not harsh, but lingering— drawing a bruise that will bloom red, then fade into an ill violet, perfectly suited to Fandaniel.]
That should do. Prying is a bad habit many here share.
[Not that Nishi excludes himself from that observation.]
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Can you blame them? All of their lives are on the line.
[ But it also gives him a tool to use against them, at least in this. They'll have to see how much that holds true this week, though. Ah, but that's a concern for another time. He's happy to help Nishi with hooking a leg around his hip, though with the man manhandling how he's seated, he's forced to keep one hand behind him, palm flat to the floor, to keep himself stable without outright clinging to the other.
Oh, but his free hand? He slides it up, brushing past Nishi's face and winding his fingers through his hair, finally finding an excuse to touch him back in turn. ]
As are ours...
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Nishi responds more to how Fandaniel's body yields under the whims of his lips, occupied with meticulously marking up his neck. Perhaps he's old-fashioned. Perhaps he's a sadist because circumstance demands it rather than by some innate drive to wound, but who would believe that?
After all, if he were not the demon Fandaniel expects, his partner would lose faith in his ability to grant his wish. So he continues to show the cruelty his prey anticipates, in small stinging bites— scraping teeth along collarbones, across portions of the chest not covered by flimsy layers of silk. Fandaniel expects a beast, and he will get what he yearns for, licked over to test how cleanly he might snap between Nishi's teeth.]
People are quick to turn on one another in situations like this... but no, I cannot fault them. Not when some "higher power" dictates we maim each other for his amusement.
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There is some small grumble as he's pushed down onto his back, even as those lips play across his skin, leaving mark after mark. The pressure of the welts pressed against the tile is a bit much once the initial cooling sensation of a cold floor fades. That's all it will be, however. No complaint, no request to be moved somewhere more comfortable.
Instead, he follows that with a breathy sigh, soon overriding any previous discontent with little sounds of approval. With both hands now free, he can begin to explore in turn. The hand that had brushed through his hair slides down along his neck, then over his back, while the other slips around Nishi's side, fingers pressing into cloth firmly, trying to feel what lies underneath. ]
Mm, just so. So worried about being the next victim, I wonder if any have spared the time... to think of how, hmm, to a kill a god.
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Speaking of meat, Fandaniel may be lacking the charms of a woman, but he is far from without allure. Char would hesitate to impress his teeth upon the nipple of a woman in the almost painful way he does to Fandaniel, nor would he so readily throw away airs to drive his knee between her legs as he does now.]
There are rumors. In such tight numbers, one must be careful with whom one aligns.
[Producing a small bottle from his pocket, Nishi tucks it into Fandaniel's palm. He allows Fandaniel to contemplate what it is and why he brought it— lubricant, of course, anticipating that the situation might escalate into something profane. This is simply Nishi thinking two steps ahead of his opponent.]
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The bottle pressing into his hand gets a laugh, though, and that briefly interrupts how he moves against Nishi's attention. ]
Where did you even find this?
[ Of course. One could presume a school supposedly full of horny teenagers (and so-called teachers) might have supplies spirited away somewhere. That he brought some in itself, however, is hardly a surprise. The man had made it clear he intended to stuff him into a maid outfit, and then decided upon the sluttiest one he could find.
It was always going to go here. ]
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Good boys get pampered and made to melt slowly like a flame melting wax. Fandaniel is quite the opposite, so he gets Nishi splitting his thighs apart on his knee and trussing up his layers to get a better look at what he's working with here.
He lifts his face from Fandaniel's chest and reclaims the bottle of lubricant, addressing that question with a half shrug.]
I did some digging around. In a place that demands "intimacy," it would have been stranger not to find items to encourage it. There were no condoms, however.
[So if Fandaniel doesn't end up wearing his mess, he'll be scrubbing it out of himself instead. With little fanfare beyond stripping his gloves off finger by finger, Nishi coats his index liberally in lubricant and presses it into Fandaniel's body. He's not rough, but he isn't coddling him with his touch, either.]
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Roughness... would have been appreciated, knowing the strange kind of man Fandaniel is. Anything less may as well be considered gentle, even if Nishi might not think he same, and he's left sighing as he feels the finger sliding in past the ring of muscle. ]
...ha... this but nothing else? Mm, perhaps anything else would be, ah, seen as blocking the intimacy of the act.
[ He'll converse while he still can. If Nishi hadn't wanted to chat, he should have considered putting something in the chatty fool's mouth. ]
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He tips his head to one side as he listens to him chatter away. Fandaniel wants roughness, wants cruelty dressed as intimacy, but he won't get to dictate the pace. Not here. Not with him.]
You must think this is restraint. You'd do well not to confuse patience for gentleness.
[He twists his wrist just so, pressing deeper, pressing rough against sensitive insides just to punctuate his point. Conversation, he decides, is fair enough, for now. Fandaniel is easy to keep talking, easier still to gauge how much he can handle when gradually brought to heel under the weight of intimacy.
It won't be too terribly long before he presses into him with a second finger, though still not deliberately unkind.]
Perhaps so. That, or this "Father" is an especially perverse man with no right to dictate how we use our bodies. Your take is more charitable.
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There's an amused huff, though soon followed by hips hitching up a hint, back arching slightly, at the pressing and prodding of Nishi's finger. The huff turns into a sharp intake of breath, and he bites his lip a moment, trying to keep his thoughts on track. ]
I daresay I wouldn't be expecting gentleness from you in— [ There's the second finger. He cuts off, eyes squeezing shut. There's some pain now, in how he's being stretched open, but it'll pass. ] –in any case. Ahha, perhaps we should turn away from discussing this tower's god lest we draw its attention this way.
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It hurts, he knows it does, but Fandaniel has had more than his share of pain today. He has no reason to drag this out, no reason to linger in chatter when the air between them is already frayed thin.]
I have no expectation of you remaining quiet.
[—The murmur lands just before he leans in, cutting the words short, sealing their mouths together. Their tongues tangle, and Fandaniel's finally given something better to occupy himself with than endless chatter. Nishi lets the kiss consume the space between them, grounding him in sensation, in the pull of flesh and heat rather than in ruin.]
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Every brush past his prostate has him sighing and twisting his hips against those fingers, and every sudden thrust has his hips jerking, dragging louder pants for air from his mouth, at least until Nishi claims that as his own, too, and stifles his soft sounds. All that work isn't without its own payoff, of course, with how stiff that cock under the layers of gauzy maid dress is, dragging against the cloth with every twitch of his hips and arch of his back.
His hand shifts away from brushing over firm muscle and back up to join the other hand with fingers tangled in Nishi's soft blonde hair, pulling him down into the kiss as though that might even be needed. His tongue clashes with Nishi's, pressing for dominance over it even as the other man dominates the rest of him. ]