[ Her heart lurches, so hard that it makes her words stumble as they come out of her. ]
I- r-right now is -
[ Not while her face is still wet with tears. Not while she's so fragile, whether he's rough or gentle with her, she'll certainly break.
But it's not a rejection. And for the first time, it's not quite a retreat, either. Not now isn't not ever.
It takes a second for her to steady her wavering breath - but once she does, she inches a little closer to him on the sofa, just barely enough for their knees to touch and hesitantly peeks up at him.
He's pale. Sickly looking. Like her, he's a thing walking around just tricking his heart into beating. But from up close, he looks just like any other person. ]
[ He doesn't retreat either... and as she nervously peeks up at him, she'll find him doing the same. Is that shyness in his expression? Of all expressions to be on his face, that's the one he has? Shut up, he can't help it.
He meets her gaze, his cold blue eyes somehow less piercing than usual... maybe because right now, there isn't as much for it to pierce through. ]
...I got scolded for that, you know.
[ Well, lightly scolded, but it'll definitely be more than that if he bites open her lip again while it's barely even healed from the last time.
[ Her breath comes out in a soft laugh and her mouth settles into a smile. It's still hesitant, still unsure - but it's a proper smile. ]
It was kind of your fault.
[ She turns to face him properly, pulling her legs up under herself on the sofa so she can rise up just a little to meet him. Her hands drift up and after just a moment of hesitation, they cradle his face.
Jeez. She's acting like a schoolgirl fluttering over her first kiss. What does it say about her that this was easier when it was pure necessity?
She swallows again, as if the taste of blood still sits on her tongue and before either of them can flinch or second guess themselves again, she leans the rest of the way in and kisses him. ]
[ Her hands cradle his face, soft hands on pale skin, and his voice can only trail off as he looks down at her.
The feeling is mutual, if it makes Ai feel any better. How embarrassing is it that he feels like his heart is beating out of his chest like a hormonal teenage boy?
His breath hitches, and suddenly, their lips are against one another once again. ]
Nn...
[ Aah... he's so, so fucked.
For a moment, it's actually a normal kiss. His lips press against hers, and he can feel the way her lip had begun to heal from the abuse they had both done to it the other night. At first, he shows mercy... allowing himself to lean in and return the kiss.
But of course, eventually, it happens. She knew what Oberon was going to do, and Oberon managed to find some delight to take away from doing it.
After kissing her gently, indulging in the simplicity of just kissing without thinking of the underlying need to transfer mana for just a brief moment... he bites her lip, immediately undoing all of the natural healing it had been doing all day.
Fucked up couple has to have a fucked up kiss, Nagiko. ]
[ Honestly, doing it like this is a little scary. If it's just a normal kiss then it's a little too close to admitting that they both want it for the sake of wanting it and nothing else. Not that there's any point in pretending that's not the case anymore.
So it's almost a relief when his teeth catch on her lip. The skin is tender enough that it immediately splits and Ai makes a thin noise - a sharp little inhalation that's only mostly a protest.
Only mostly because even she can hear that it sounds a little... needy, too. As embarrassing as that is.
Their lips part, but only for a moment. She doesn't go far - she's close enough that when she lets out a little huff of annoyance, her breath puffs against his mouth. ]
... At least warn me before you do that.
[ Not that it seems she's all that annoyed because she's going right back in for another kiss. This time, her blood isn't quite so bitter, somehow. ]
[ The noise she makes... Oberon may feel like a schoolboy with the way he's handling this kiss mentally, but he can still hear the neediness in the noise that she makes, and unfortunately... it really does something for him. ]
...what, and spoil the surprise?
[ Maybe if he wasn't busy giving her a retort, he'd have been more prepared when she immediately goes back in for another... to which he can only respond in-kind as he finds himself leaning backwards as the kiss intensifies. Their tongues mingle, he can taste her blood once more, and he can feel the mana that flows into his pitifully-empty container again.
His arms wrap around her and pull her in, holding her close as he drinks the blood that flows from her lip... even going as far as to bite her lip again, this time aiming for a spot that hadn't been split open so as to mark them even further. ]
[ She'd thought it was embarrassing enough the first time around, doing this where just about anyone could see them but as it turns out, this is so much worse. At least then, there was every excuse to not escalate things but if it's just the two of them, then what excuse can she even make? Especially now she's practically in his lap - h-hold on, when exactly did that happen?! - and he's kissing her so hard it feels like all the breath is being pulled out of her lungs.
Another bite. This time, the noise that wells up from her throat breaks into a whine. ]
Oberon... [ It bleeds into her voice, too. She wonders just how it sounds to him - because she certainly can't tell if it's protest or encouragement. ] That hurts.
[ He's definitely getting greedy but the prospect of him being greedy for her... isn't the worst thing in the world. ]
[ The more he indulges, the more he feels his control slipping. It showed in the first bite, and it's showing even more now with the second. She keeps on saying she's dirty, that she's hopeless, yet here he is... unable to contain himself, wanting her all for himself.
The whine she makes... whether it's protest or encouragement, it doesn't really matter. It's just one more thing that's pushing him over the edge. Maybe it's a given that he, a dirty existence in his own right, would want her so badly.
In that brief moment of separation, he can't help but grin smugly... as if to say "what are you going to do about it?" All while taking in her blood and the mana that comes with it. ]
[ It lasts entirely too long. Much longer than Ai means it to. She keeps telling herself to pull back for a breath, for any excuse at all but she can't quite make herself do it. Maybe because the moment it ends, she'll have to reckon with just how quickly this stopped being about transferring mana, if it was ever even the point in the first place.
She's anchored in place by his arms, but she doesn't feel trapped at all. She feels alarmingly steady, frighteningly comfortable and it's a little to easy to imagine staying here for a little too long.
It's out of pure necessity when she at last pulls back for a breath. It shudders into her lungs and as she goes, her gaze drops again. Her face is burning all the way up to the roots of her hair. She can't let him see her making... whatever face that would be. ]
... you really are horrible.
[ When it's that breathy, it's hard to take it as an insult. ]
[ There might be some comfort in the darkness of the living room, an excuse to say that the burning of her cheeks is less visible... but that'd be a lie. Oberon can see her clearly, and he knows that if he looks at that face for too long, he'll cross another line.
He shouldn't go further, this is just a mana transfer. Even if it's inconvenient and slow, it shouldn't go further than this. It can't go further than this. He keeps telling himself this, over and over...
Yet as he looks more upon her... face flushed, lip bleeding... ]
Hmph... sorry about that.
[ He leans forward, and suddenly, not only is he kissing her again... but Ai is on her back, and he's on top of her, drowning himself in her even more greedily than before.
They knew this would happen. They both knew this would happen. They could tell themselves that it would only go as far as a kiss, that they could stop before it went further, but in the end... this was inevitable, wasn't it? ]
[ You're not sorry at all, you liar. is what she means to say - not that there's any point to it - but before her mouth can even start to make the right shapes, he's kissing her again. Once more, it feels like all the breath is being pulled out of her lungs but she's not sure she'd protest even if she could.
It's funny. Their positions have totally reversed, haven't they? Last time it was him flat on his back and now Ai's the one pinned under him. Not that she's trapped in the least - right now, this is exactly where she wants to be. ]
Oberon, ah- [ Even though she's the one breaking away to speak, she's also the one kissing him again between all those fragmented words. Like she can't bear for them to stop for more than a few seconds at a time. ] My mouth... if you keep doing that, it won't...
[ It won't heal. The marks he's leaving will be so obvious that there'll be no way to cover for what they are.
It occurs to her a split second after she speaks that she maybe could have chosen her words a little better if her aim was to discourage him. ]
[ Ai had been on top of him last time, but considering the fact that Oberon is just a few inches short of being a full foot taller than her, this feels more right, doesn't it? With the way he's pinning her, if she had a mind to escape it might occur to her that she couldn't...
...but she continues to kiss him, continues to feed him her blood, gasps out words in a voice so sweet it drives him crazy.
Even if she chose the wrong words, you would think that Oberon would still understand when the aim is to discourage him... but knowing the truth doesn't make him any less him. She'll be able to catch the brief flicker of a grin... before he bites her lip for a third time, thoroughly marking her lip as if he were marking her as his.
...well, if she really has a problem with having her lip like that, he can always heal it. She'll have to convince him first, though.
At this point, their kiss is even bloodier than the first one they had after that battle. Three seperate splits from which Oberon is able to greedily consume her blood, her mana. Seriously, at this point he's not much better than an actual vampire. What are they called again? Dead Apostles? Eh, not that he cares. ]
[ His teeth really are sharper than she'd first thought. Or maybe he's just biting down that hard - it sure feels like that's what he's doing and even though it stings, even though she's complaining, it's still making her nerves buzz under her skin. And yet, the truth under her words isn't necessarily a protest - though with how breathy and sweet her voice as gone, it doesn't take any kind of magic to tell that.
She has to break away for a breath and to give her stinging mouth even a moment of relief - and so she can try to wipe the garish streak of blood that's making its way down her chin and streaking along her neck. ]
You really are awful... If all you were going to do was chew my mouth to pieces like that, you could've warned me...
Hmph. I might fix it later if you're really bothered.
[ "Might" being the key word here... and the fact that Ai doesn't look bothered at all. Or Nagiko will latch onto him from behind and bite him if he doesn't. In any case, he pulls back just enough to allow Ai to wipe away the blood and have a brief respite from the abuse he's done to her lips.
It occurs to Oberon that, as much as Ai is driving him crazy, this could be a chance to back off... to throw down the metaphorical flashbang as if they haven't already crossed the point of no return.
...but he doesn't. Instead, he sees the blood running down her chin and onto her neck. The blood on her chin is wiped away easily enough, but the blood on her neck...
It draws him in, and against his own better judgement... his own rational mind, he leans in. Except he goes lower than her lips, he brings his head down to her neck, where a streak of blood has run down the side of her neck... and bites.
Whether his teeth are sharp or if he's just biting that hard is up for debate, but when he bites down on her neck, like a predator would with his prey... he's at least not crazy enough to damage her neck the same way he did with her lips. His teeth sink into her neck, deep enough to leave a visible mark on her skin... but only just barely drawing blood at the same time. ]
[ Once again, Ai only realizes what he's about to do in the split second before his teeth close on her skin and so she doesn't quite have the time to try and control the sound it wrenches out of her. She doesn't even know what her own reaction is going to be and even as her voice crests in a high, wavering and unmistakably needy noise, she's stunned by it.
Was her voice always capable of coming out of her like that? More importantly, how does she make sure it never happens again?! ]
Aaah- ah, ah, wait, wait-!
[ She squirms under him. At some point, her arms had looped around his neck and now one of them thwaps pathetically at his back. It's a halfhearted, entirely spiritless protest, made even more transparent when her wait, wait, wait comes shot through with notes of please, please, please instead. ]
H-how are you supposed to get any mana like that...
[ Ai... with a reaction like that, how could he possibly pull away? His teeth remain stubbornly latched onto her neck, digging into her skin until there's a slight amount of blood trickling out. In that sense, he is technically receiving mana...
But let's face it, it's even less than what the kiss provided. There's no objective benefit to this, except...
...that it's what he wants.
He continues to bite at that spot on her neck, refusing to let up and ignoring her squirming and spiritless attempts at resistance. He doesn't count how long he spends biting into her neck... he just keeps it going until he's sure that he's left a deep, dark mark right on her upper neck where it's most visible.
Only then does he pull away, if only to look down at and admire his work on her neck. ]
Hah...
[ He wipes away the blood on his own mouth, looking down at her with labored breaths. Yet again, he can't help but think about how ridiculous it is that Ai views herself as dirty, at least to him.
She looks more beautiful right now than she's ever looked onstage, he thinks. ]
[ Ah. This is exactly what she was afraid of. That they'd get this far and he'd do something like this - or say her name like that - and she'd start to lose her grip on all the very good reasons they shouldn't be doing any of this. She tries to remind herself that right now would be a mistake, she's too tender from everything he'd told her, her heart's running so many paces ahead of her head that it's not even funny but-
Her nerves are thrumming. Her pulse is beating hard in her throat and the sting of his bite sparks in time with it. With her mouth streaked with blood, her neck dark with the imprint of his teeth and her surely making a face that 'Ai of B-Komachi' could never ever be seen with...
She wonders how exactly she looks right now. She wonders if he's seeing 'Master' or if he's seeing 'Ai'.
She wonders if it makes any difference whatsoever. ]
You're a bully. You're an awful, awful bully. B-but... if you still need more, then...
[ His voice is trembling - warm, breathy and sweet. With her head canted at the angle it is, with her vitals exposed like a prey animal going belly up, everything from her words to her body reads purely as an invitation. ]
[ Aah... they're both truly doomed, aren't they? Didn't Nagiko say something about wanting to avoid this happening? He can't even remember anymore, his mind is too occupied for that.
Especially with his Master... no, with Ai looking at him like that. ]
Yeah...
[ He is a bully. He enjoys tormenting her, like a boy pulling a girl's pigtails to get a reaction out of them. He bullies her, and he'll keep bullying her. That is their relationship.
Or at least, it was their relationship... since even that is evolving at a pace far too rapid for either of them to stop.
He leans down to kiss her again, claiming her bloodied lips once more... but this time, she'll also feel his hands start to pull at whatever she's wearing... as if slowly unwrapping a present that she herself has just offered up to him. ]
[ Ah. They're doing this right here, then. A little thrill shoots up from her stomach, alarm and guilty excitement all at once. Maybe it's no surprise when he's already made such a mess of her mouth and her neck but the idea that he's impatient enough that they're going to- right here-
It's embarrassing. It's kind of exciting. She definitely doesn't hate it.
That said... if she'd known this was going to happen she definitely would've worn something cuter...! A hoodie and leggings are fine for walking around town but it's not exactly the sort of thing you wear for a situation like this. Wait, forget her clothes - she at least put on cute underwear this morning, right? Right?! Th-the black set she grabbed from the laundry today kind of match and - stop thinking, Ai. ]
Mmn. Oberon-
[ Oh. It's the first time she's said his name in that wavery, wanting voice. Even to her, it hits her ears entirely differently. ]
[ ...what the hell, her voice when she says his name like that feels like some kind of mental attack. If there's one thing he's good at, it's keeping his composure... but god if Ai isn't currently testing that.
He pulls back, licking his lips to get all of the blood on it as a result, and grins down at her. ]
Nope~
[ He doesn't let her sit up, doesn't let her do it himself. Isn't there a saying about how unwrapping a present is part of the experience? He sits up, still on top of her, but freeing up her upper body so that he can grab her hoodie and start pulling it up over her head before she can mentally prepare for it. ]
Wah- [ Oh, that's not her most flattering noise. ] Hold on, I just said I could-!
[ Oh, why is she even surprised? If she's learned anything in the weeks she's been here - or even just these last few minutes - it's that getting a rise out of her like this is one of his favourite things.
It's not just getting a rise out of her, though. All of a sudden, she feels alarmingly aware of the fact that this is the first and only time he'll have seen her like this - without any of her usual decorations, nothing to distract from the final image. Like that, it feels less like she's being undressed and more like layers of varnish and polish are being peeled away from her body.
But she doesn't ask him to stop. Hasn't she always wanted someone who'd actually look at her like this?
. . .
Besides. It looks like she did wear the cute black set this morning after all. Thanks for your foresight, Ai of eight to ten hours ago. ]
[ So many times before this... so many times has he tried to get a rise out of her, only for it to fall flat in the face of Ai's ability to keep up a facade.
Yet now, here he is, bullying her mercilessly and getting noises like that out of her. Best not to thank the Ai of eight to ten hours ago too much, though, since she probably wouldn't have the most dignified reaction either if she knew that the day she decided to wear her cute black set would be the day this happens.
His eyes never leave her body, greedily drinking in what he sees now that one layer has been stripped off. In this moment, in his eyes... it really is just her. Not his Master, not Ai of B-Komachi... just her, and he can't look away.
So to hell with it. To hell with whether this is a mistake or not. They can't go back, can't stop anymore... so he may as well have fun, right? ]
Hehhh... you sure picked out something cute, huh?
[ His hands drift down, and he moves down with it. Technically, Ai could take this opportunity to sit up by herself... but his hands have already made it to her thighs, and are now pulling down her leggings. ]
I didn't- [ She kind of... chokes?! On her own words?! Before she can get them out?!? ] D-don't say it like I picked them out for you!
[ Even though she'd just been thinking the exact same thing. Somehow, hearing him saying it out loud, even if it's to approve, is at least ten times worse as her own panic about it in her own head.
... but he does approve, huh... N-no, wait, she's absolutely focused on the wrong thing again!!
She's so flustered, her head feels like it's full of steam, like her breaths should be puffing out of her in little white clouds. She's not pure or untouched or anything like that - and it's been so long since she's felt this... delicate about the whole thing. Maybe it's because it's the first time it's been with anyone picking on her quite like this.
She shifts back - not enough to sit up, but just enough that the rest of her clothes can slide off her without much resistance. For all she's huffing and puffing, all she's getting embarrassed and caught off guard... something about being pinned under him like this while he peels away all those protective layers is just... ]
[ Suck it, Hikaru Kamiki. She's so absurdly cute... cuter than any other act she's ever put on. Here she is, stripped bare, save for the underwear that Oberon will continue to imply that she picked them out for him, even if there's no possible way she could have foreseen this happening. ]
Hah, whatever you say...
[ So she says... but isn't it only fitting that she wore black for him?
He shrugs off his cloak, a mixture of a black fur stole and various different insect wings, letting it fall off him. Despite his bullying, the fact remains that his face is practically just as flushed as her. Pretending he's not just as hopelessly doomed is just another lie he's good at telling, after all... even if it's easy to see through at this point.
...well, paying attention to his face is better than looking down and paying attention to the other sign of how desperate he is for her, so he'd rather she keep focusing on that instead of turning her gaze downward.
He crawls forward, once again moving on top of her... but instead of continuing upwards, he stops with his head around her navel.
She gets one grin from him before he opens his mouth wide... and bites down on her again, this time intent on putting his mark on the side of her stomach, as he bites down just as hard as he did with her neck.
Oh, he's going to mark her everywhere, isn't he? ]
[ Her heart thunders in her throat. For a foolish, frightened moment, she waits for his expression to twist - for some revulsion to pass across his face and for him to draw back as though he's just seen something disgusting in her. She's unsightly, right? Dirty and unforgivable in just about every way someone could be. Surely even someone like Oberon could find something in her to be repulsed by.
So his touch is a relief. It makes all her breath come out in a soft, heated sigh - if he's looking, really looking like he always does with those horrible eyes that tear her to bits... if even he can't see anything that's filthy, then- ]
Ow- ow, ow- [ Again?! Seriously, again?! She means to protest, but when her voice comes pouring out of her it sounds - God. Sweet and honeyed and shameless. Like she can't get enough of his teeth digging into her skin. ] Aah, Oberon, that's not faaaaair...
[ At least that's in a place nobody else is going to see. The moment the thought comes to her, though, she realizes - oh, isn't that so much worse? Isn't him leaving marks that only the two of them know about all over her body at least a hundred times worse? ]
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I- r-right now is -
[ Not while her face is still wet with tears. Not while she's so fragile, whether he's rough or gentle with her, she'll certainly break.
But it's not a rejection. And for the first time, it's not quite a retreat, either. Not now isn't not ever.
It takes a second for her to steady her wavering breath - but once she does, she inches a little closer to him on the sofa, just barely enough for their knees to touch and hesitantly peeks up at him.
He's pale. Sickly looking. Like her, he's a thing walking around just tricking his heart into beating. But from up close, he looks just like any other person. ]
... It worked last time, so...
[ That messy kiss, tinged with her blood. ]
... Let me try it again.
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Shut up, he can't help it.He meets her gaze, his cold blue eyes somehow less piercing than usual... maybe because right now, there isn't as much for it to pierce through. ]
...I got scolded for that, you know.
[ Well, lightly scolded, but it'll definitely be more than that if he bites open her lip again while it's barely even healed from the last time.
Heh. Sounds fun, actually.]...so you had better take the blame this time.
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[ Her breath comes out in a soft laugh and her mouth settles into a smile. It's still hesitant, still unsure - but it's a proper smile. ]
It was kind of your fault.
[ She turns to face him properly, pulling her legs up under herself on the sofa so she can rise up just a little to meet him. Her hands drift up and after just a moment of hesitation, they cradle his face.
Jeez. She's acting like a schoolgirl fluttering over her first kiss. What does it say about her that this was easier when it was pure necessity?
She swallows again, as if the taste of blood still sits on her tongue and before either of them can flinch or second guess themselves again, she leans the rest of the way in and kisses him. ]
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[ Her hands cradle his face, soft hands on pale skin, and his voice can only trail off as he looks down at her.
The feeling is mutual, if it makes Ai feel any better. How embarrassing is it that he feels like his heart is beating out of his chest like a hormonal teenage boy?
His breath hitches, and suddenly, their lips are against one another once again. ]
Nn...
[ Aah... he's so, so fucked.
For a moment, it's actually a normal kiss. His lips press against hers, and he can feel the way her lip had begun to heal from the abuse they had both done to it the other night. At first, he shows mercy... allowing himself to lean in and return the kiss.
But of course, eventually, it happens. She knew what Oberon was going to do, and Oberon managed to find some delight to take away from doing it.
After kissing her gently, indulging in the simplicity of just kissing without thinking of the underlying need to transfer mana for just a brief moment... he bites her lip, immediately undoing all of the natural healing it had been doing all day.
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So it's almost a relief when his teeth catch on her lip. The skin is tender enough that it immediately splits and Ai makes a thin noise - a sharp little inhalation that's only mostly a protest.
Only mostly because even she can hear that it sounds a little... needy, too. As embarrassing as that is.
Their lips part, but only for a moment. She doesn't go far - she's close enough that when she lets out a little huff of annoyance, her breath puffs against his mouth. ]
... At least warn me before you do that.
[ Not that it seems she's all that annoyed because she's going right back in for another kiss. This time, her blood isn't quite so bitter, somehow. ]
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...what, and spoil the surprise?
[ Maybe if he wasn't busy giving her a retort, he'd have been more prepared when she immediately goes back in for another... to which he can only respond in-kind as he finds himself leaning backwards as the kiss intensifies. Their tongues mingle, he can taste her blood once more, and he can feel the mana that flows into his pitifully-empty container again.
His arms wrap around her and pull her in, holding her close as he drinks the blood that flows from her lip... even going as far as to bite her lip again, this time aiming for a spot that hadn't been split open so as to mark them even further. ]
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Another bite. This time, the noise that wells up from her throat breaks into a whine. ]
Oberon... [ It bleeds into her voice, too. She wonders just how it sounds to him - because she certainly can't tell if it's protest or encouragement. ] That hurts.
[ He's definitely getting greedy but the prospect of him being greedy for her... isn't the worst thing in the world. ]
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The whine she makes... whether it's protest or encouragement, it doesn't really matter. It's just one more thing that's pushing him over the edge. Maybe it's a given that he, a dirty existence in his own right, would want her so badly.
In that brief moment of separation, he can't help but grin smugly... as if to say "what are you going to do about it?" All while taking in her blood and the mana that comes with it. ]
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She's anchored in place by his arms, but she doesn't feel trapped at all. She feels alarmingly steady, frighteningly comfortable and it's a little to easy to imagine staying here for a little too long.
It's out of pure necessity when she at last pulls back for a breath. It shudders into her lungs and as she goes, her gaze drops again. Her face is burning all the way up to the roots of her hair. She can't let him see her making... whatever face that would be. ]
... you really are horrible.
[ When it's that breathy, it's hard to take it as an insult. ]
You have way too much fun bullying me.
[ Or as disapproval. ]
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He shouldn't go further, this is just a mana transfer. Even if it's inconvenient and slow, it shouldn't go further than this. It can't go further than this. He keeps telling himself this, over and over...
Yet as he looks more upon her... face flushed, lip bleeding... ]
Hmph... sorry about that.
[ He leans forward, and suddenly, not only is he kissing her again... but Ai is on her back, and he's on top of her, drowning himself in her even more greedily than before.
They knew this would happen. They both knew this would happen. They could tell themselves that it would only go as far as a kiss, that they could stop before it went further, but in the end... this was inevitable, wasn't it? ]
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It's funny. Their positions have totally reversed, haven't they? Last time it was him flat on his back and now Ai's the one pinned under him. Not that she's trapped in the least - right now, this is exactly where she wants to be. ]
Oberon, ah- [ Even though she's the one breaking away to speak, she's also the one kissing him again between all those fragmented words. Like she can't bear for them to stop for more than a few seconds at a time. ] My mouth... if you keep doing that, it won't...
[ It won't heal. The marks he's leaving will be so obvious that there'll be no way to cover for what they are.
It occurs to her a split second after she speaks that she maybe could have chosen her words a little better if her aim was to discourage him. ]
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...but she continues to kiss him, continues to feed him her blood, gasps out words in a voice so sweet it drives him crazy.
Even if she chose the wrong words, you would think that Oberon would still understand when the aim is to discourage him... but knowing the truth doesn't make him any less him. She'll be able to catch the brief flicker of a grin... before he bites her lip for a third time, thoroughly marking her lip as if he were marking her as his.
...well, if she really has a problem with having her lip like that, he can always heal it. She'll have to convince him first, though.At this point, their kiss is even bloodier than the first one they had after that battle. Three seperate splits from which Oberon is able to greedily consume her blood, her mana. Seriously, at this point he's not much better than an actual vampire. What are they called again? Dead Apostles? Eh, not that he cares. ]
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[ His teeth really are sharper than she'd first thought. Or maybe he's just biting down that hard - it sure feels like that's what he's doing and even though it stings, even though she's complaining, it's still making her nerves buzz under her skin. And yet, the truth under her words isn't necessarily a protest - though with how breathy and sweet her voice as gone, it doesn't take any kind of magic to tell that.
She has to break away for a breath and to give her stinging mouth even a moment of relief - and so she can try to wipe the garish streak of blood that's making its way down her chin and streaking along her neck. ]
You really are awful... If all you were going to do was chew my mouth to pieces like that, you could've warned me...
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[ "Might" being the key word here... and the fact that Ai doesn't look bothered at all.
Or Nagiko will latch onto him from behind and bite him if he doesn't.In any case, he pulls back just enough to allow Ai to wipe away the blood and have a brief respite from the abuse he's done to her lips.It occurs to Oberon that, as much as Ai is driving him crazy, this could be a chance to back off... to throw down the metaphorical flashbang as if they haven't already crossed the point of no return.
...but he doesn't. Instead, he sees the blood running down her chin and onto her neck. The blood on her chin is wiped away easily enough, but the blood on her neck...
It draws him in, and against his own better judgement... his own rational mind, he leans in. Except he goes lower than her lips, he brings his head down to her neck, where a streak of blood has run down the side of her neck... and bites.
Whether his teeth are sharp or if he's just biting that hard is up for debate, but when he bites down on her neck, like a predator would with his prey... he's at least not crazy enough to damage her neck the same way he did with her lips. His teeth sink into her neck, deep enough to leave a visible mark on her skin... but only just barely drawing blood at the same time. ]
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Was her voice always capable of coming out of her like that? More importantly, how does she make sure it never happens again?! ]
Aaah- ah, ah, wait, wait-!
[ She squirms under him. At some point, her arms had looped around his neck and now one of them thwaps pathetically at his back. It's a halfhearted, entirely spiritless protest, made even more transparent when her wait, wait, wait comes shot through with notes of please, please, please instead. ]
H-how are you supposed to get any mana like that...
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But let's face it, it's even less than what the kiss provided. There's no objective benefit to this, except...
...that it's what he wants.
He continues to bite at that spot on her neck, refusing to let up and ignoring her squirming and spiritless attempts at resistance. He doesn't count how long he spends biting into her neck... he just keeps it going until he's sure that he's left a deep, dark mark right on her upper neck where it's most visible.
Only then does he pull away, if only to look down at and admire his work on her neck. ]
Hah...
[ He wipes away the blood on his own mouth, looking down at her with labored breaths. Yet again, he can't help but think about how ridiculous it is that Ai views herself as dirty, at least to him.
She looks more beautiful right now than she's ever looked onstage, he thinks. ]
Ai...
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Her nerves are thrumming. Her pulse is beating hard in her throat and the sting of his bite sparks in time with it. With her mouth streaked with blood, her neck dark with the imprint of his teeth and her surely making a face that 'Ai of B-Komachi' could never ever be seen with...
She wonders how exactly she looks right now. She wonders if he's seeing 'Master' or if he's seeing 'Ai'.
She wonders if it makes any difference whatsoever. ]
You're a bully. You're an awful, awful bully. B-but... if you still need more, then...
[ His voice is trembling - warm, breathy and sweet. With her head canted at the angle it is, with her vitals exposed like a prey animal going belly up, everything from her words to her body reads purely as an invitation. ]
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Especially with his Master... no, with Ai looking at him like that. ]
Yeah...
[ He is a bully. He enjoys tormenting her, like a boy pulling a girl's pigtails to get a reaction out of them. He bullies her, and he'll keep bullying her. That is their relationship.
Or at least, it was their relationship... since even that is evolving at a pace far too rapid for either of them to stop.
He leans down to kiss her again, claiming her bloodied lips once more... but this time, she'll also feel his hands start to pull at whatever she's wearing... as if slowly unwrapping a present that she herself has just offered up to him. ]
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It's embarrassing. It's kind of exciting. She definitely doesn't hate it.
That said... if she'd known this was going to happen she definitely would've worn something cuter...! A hoodie and leggings are fine for walking around town but it's not exactly the sort of thing you wear for a situation like this. Wait, forget her clothes - she at least put on cute underwear this morning, right? Right?! Th-the black set she grabbed from the laundry today kind of match and - stop thinking, Ai. ]
Mmn. Oberon-
[ Oh. It's the first time she's said his name in that wavery, wanting voice. Even to her, it hits her ears entirely differently. ]
I-I can... do it. If you let me sit up, then I...
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He pulls back, licking his lips to get all of the blood on it as a result, and grins down at her. ]
Nope~
[ He doesn't let her sit up, doesn't let her do it himself. Isn't there a saying about how unwrapping a present is part of the experience? He sits up, still on top of her, but freeing up her upper body so that he can grab her hoodie and start pulling it up over her head before she can mentally prepare for it. ]
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[ Oh, why is she even surprised? If she's learned anything in the weeks she's been here - or even just these last few minutes - it's that getting a rise out of her like this is one of his favourite things.
It's not just getting a rise out of her, though. All of a sudden, she feels alarmingly aware of the fact that this is the first and only time he'll have seen her like this - without any of her usual decorations, nothing to distract from the final image. Like that, it feels less like she's being undressed and more like layers of varnish and polish are being peeled away from her body.
But she doesn't ask him to stop. Hasn't she always wanted someone who'd actually look at her like this?
. . .
Besides. It looks like she did wear the cute black set this morning after all. Thanks for your foresight, Ai of eight to ten hours ago. ]
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Yet now, here he is, bullying her mercilessly and getting noises like that out of her. Best not to thank the Ai of eight to ten hours ago too much, though, since she probably wouldn't have the most dignified reaction either if she knew that the day she decided to wear her cute black set would be the day this happens.
His eyes never leave her body, greedily drinking in what he sees now that one layer has been stripped off. In this moment, in his eyes... it really is just her. Not his Master, not Ai of B-Komachi... just her, and he can't look away.
So to hell with it. To hell with whether this is a mistake or not. They can't go back, can't stop anymore... so he may as well have fun, right? ]
Hehhh... you sure picked out something cute, huh?
[ His hands drift down, and he moves down with it. Technically, Ai could take this opportunity to sit up by herself... but his hands have already made it to her thighs, and are now pulling down her leggings. ]
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[ Even though she'd just been thinking the exact same thing. Somehow, hearing him saying it out loud, even if it's to approve, is at least ten times worse as her own panic about it in her own head.
... but he does approve, huh... N-no, wait, she's absolutely focused on the wrong thing again!!
She's so flustered, her head feels like it's full of steam, like her breaths should be puffing out of her in little white clouds. She's not pure or untouched or anything like that - and it's been so long since she's felt this... delicate about the whole thing. Maybe it's because it's the first time it's been with anyone picking on her quite like this.
She shifts back - not enough to sit up, but just enough that the rest of her clothes can slide off her without much resistance. For all she's huffing and puffing, all she's getting embarrassed and caught off guard... something about being pinned under him like this while he peels away all those protective layers is just... ]
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Suck it, Hikaru Kamiki.She's so absurdly cute... cuter than any other act she's ever put on. Here she is, stripped bare, save for the underwear that Oberon will continue to imply that she picked them out for him, even if there's no possible way she could have foreseen this happening. ]Hah, whatever you say...
[ So she says... but isn't it only fitting that she wore black for him?
He shrugs off his cloak, a mixture of a black fur stole and various different insect wings, letting it fall off him. Despite his bullying, the fact remains that his face is practically just as flushed as her. Pretending he's not just as hopelessly doomed is just another lie he's good at telling, after all... even if it's easy to see through at this point.
...well, paying attention to his face is better than looking down and paying attention to the other sign of how desperate he is for her, so he'd rather she keep focusing on that instead of turning her gaze downward.
He crawls forward, once again moving on top of her... but instead of continuing upwards, he stops with his head around her navel.
She gets one grin from him before he opens his mouth wide... and bites down on her again, this time intent on putting his mark on the side of her stomach, as he bites down just as hard as he did with her neck.
Oh, he's going to mark her everywhere, isn't he? ]
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So his touch is a relief. It makes all her breath come out in a soft, heated sigh - if he's looking, really looking like he always does with those horrible eyes that tear her to bits... if even he can't see anything that's filthy, then- ]
Ow- ow, ow- [ Again?! Seriously, again?! She means to protest, but when her voice comes pouring out of her it sounds - God. Sweet and honeyed and shameless. Like she can't get enough of his teeth digging into her skin. ] Aah, Oberon, that's not faaaaair...
[ At least that's in a place nobody else is going to see. The moment the thought comes to her, though, she realizes - oh, isn't that so much worse? Isn't him leaving marks that only the two of them know about all over her body at least a hundred times worse? ]
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