Charles Lee

Rapio glanced at the projection of Lee's figure and his state currently, sighing as he seed the man slacking off once more.

He curled up his fingers, forcing energy out of his own body as it transfers into Lee's own mind, letting him communicate with his accomplice.

“You're slacking off. I've been generous enough to let you be for a good while, but it seems like you're not going to do anything if I don't be harsh to you about it.”

In Lee’s defense, he has truly been trying. He just can’t seem to get his focus straight. He can’t keep a target for long enough, and most energy has gone to waste the few times he does.

He’s backtracked a slight bit from humans, going back to animals instead to attempt better results. He attempts to harvest from a deer, but is startled by Rapio’s voice and loses the little focus he had.

Poor accusation, Rapio knows Charles Lee won't try to do that to him. Not anymore, at least. He believes the dog knows his place and what he'll receive if he ever tries that.

Lee focuses on the animal once more, attempting to draw out anything worthwhile. After a minute or so he stops, realizing it wouldn’t give him anything.

He runs a hand through his hair, attempting to calm his nerves before trying again. He slightly extends his hand out, giving himself something to focus on.

There was quite the silence for a while, and Lee might even be so hopeful to think Rapio had left. Unfortunately, he's not that merciful.

“ uhm- I don’t think I can really-… can do that right now, man… I can barely get it to this, and it’s still lots of effort… ”

Lee doesn’t bother trying to explain himself, he knows it falls on deaf ears. The best he can do is attempt to appease to the reprimands given, and maybe he’ll be treated more nicely.

It’s mostly wishful thinking on his part.

Lee momentarily pauses in his endeavors.

“ no i haven’t lied in a while, and if i have i didn’t realize. I speak the truth, people just don’t like how i say it. Not my fault. ”

he gets a slight bit more passionate in his speech. Very defensive, this one.

“ I didn’t deceive Samuel. Everything I had said to him since I saw him after death was true. Yes I… reworded some things to make it less of a concern but I didn’t say anything untrue! ”

His voice gets a bit meeker near the end.

His authority for questioned. Hm. Is Lee saying he is lying? Is he questioning him? That can't do.

Lee knows it’s a weak argument, but it’s what he believes. No statements are exactly the same, and they each have their separate values and situations associated. You can’t generalize that with a single statistic.

Rude. He’s not a mutt.

… Lee hadn’t really thought about it like that before. He did still have the ability to summon Sam. He just respects his wishes.

That sounded awful, but if Lee doesn't do anything to Seabury he's sure they'll be fine.

“ … eventually. ”

Lee wouldn’t really consider his view “wrong,” but he’s not gonna say that, of course. He’ll just leave it where it lies.

Lee wants to refuse the offer, but Rapio’s already materialized before he can respond. Lee stands up and steps back a bit, not making eye contact.

The man did not bother in hiding his face or keeping a distance, if he does he wouldn't appear just a few inches away from Lee right now would he? It is just enough time for a dick to be between them ngl so probably like 3 to 4 inches apart. (Ooc)

Wait what.

Anyway, Rapio's eyes travelled down at Lee's figure. The man himself isn't mobile right now, frozen in shock perhaps? Well whatever.

Lee doesn’t like how close they are right now. Only a small space of open air separates the two, and it feels as though it won’t even be that soon. Lee doesn’t try to move away, knowing the possibilities are less favorable than just staying put.

though maybe fear has a part to play as well.

Lee starts to look up at him, but can’t bring himself further than Rapio’s neck or chest.

“ I don’t- I’m sorry, genuinely, I don’t know what’s wrong. It’s not working as it used to- as it should. Believe me, please, I really don’t know why I can’t harvest anymore… ”

Lee shuts up when he feels the hand against his neck.

He sits next to the deer, trying not to think much about the principle of the thing. He has to kill it, he knows he does. he focuses on drawing the energy out, instead of noticing how it falls limp overtime.

He drained enough of Lee's energy to stay solid for a good while, at least. "Finish your job. I have something to talk to you soon. Keep your manners in check, its way more pleasant than having you curse at me so ungratefully."

“ and you suppose I do that how? ”

He realized how rude his words sounded as soon as he said them, apologizing quickly.

“ I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. how am I gonna do that, Alex isn’t exactly keen on seeing me… ”

"Just summon him like you do Sam, obviously not now. Do it tomorrow or something, ” He paused “Regardless. I'm not sure what is affecting your performance— stress you say, no? How are you, even?” He questioned. Though he has a general idea of what Lee is feeling, he never bothered to actually fully check everything.

Is he supposed to answer honestly, or is this one of those questioned you’re supposed to answer “fine” and move about your day? Doubt the answer would change much, so he just answered honestly.

“ the stuff with Sammy- uh, Samuel kinda fucked me up a bit… I’m, uh,starting to-to have more-more episodes about surrounding… him… and my death in general. ”

Gods, this is painful to admit.

“ I don’t really know if I can trust my thoughts anymore… I mean I know they’re mine to some extent, but they’re very… out there. ”

Right, Lee to some extent is still.. A person. He often forgot about that. It's much easier to use someone for his own benefit when he doesn't think of them as one and now he needs to face the fact that Lee is still one.

...

It was quiet for a good while, Rapio couldn't make out what face he was wearing because Lee seemed uncomfortable under his stare, but when does he not, really?

“You kind of deserved it. In a way. I wouldn't frame you entirely guilty but you didn't clearly tell fo the whole ordeal to him and hid tons of crucial details.” Rapio remarked dryly, thinking back to Samuel Seabury. He had one back in his universe. The man seemed soft at heart though morally strict in his own standing. Though they stood on opposing sides, he respected him.

Ignoring the fact he humiliated the man in front of the crowd of course.

“Regardless I am not a God. I'm not like— nevermind. Burr's rampage is inevitable and you wouldn't have been able to escape him.” he shrugged stepping closer to have a look at Lee himself. The man isn't lying Rapio could tell.

His thoughts huh. Is him stalking Lee's thoughts getting an affect on him?.. Probably not. The man always just quite dark always. “All over the place you could say?” He mused.

“I can change that.” He suggested, a smirk adorning his lips. Did he really mean to do it to help Lee? Not really. After everything happening with G, he just wants to have some control over at the very least this pathetic thing in desperate need of one.

They're kinda similar in a way. Both in situations they didn't ask for. Yet selfish as they are hurt everyone around them.

This'll help his ego.

Once something is actually said, it doesn’t provide much relief. Rapio lays it out flat; yes, it was lee’s fault. It’s stings a bit, but he already knew it true in the back of his mind. He’d rather that than pity.

Well, at least he knows now nothing could be helped about burr. Might help with the episodes, you never know.

‘All over the place’… yeah that’s about right. His thoughts contradict themselves, and contradict him. They don’t feel like his thoughts, though he knows that’s the only logical explanation.

Lee must’ve been spacing out, because he came to with Rapio’s hands against his face. He makes a small “hm?” sound, tilting his head slightly in confusion.

Its quite cute.

“Dumb mutt..” He sighed under his breath when Lee didn't hear what he said. There's a lack of venom there though, mostly.

He is somewhat grateful the back of his head was left alone, even if it was likely just easier to hold the side.

Oh.

Oh!

Oh.??

This can’t be what it’s implying. It doesn’t even like Lee, and Lee certainly doesn’t like it. Why would it want that anyway?

Rapio grunted and focused himself to reading Lee's mind. Hearing his panicky tone was enough of an indication for him.

“No you weren't mistaken. You heard me right, I'm offering.” He spoke amusedly, his other hand, idle in its position hooking itself to Lee's the deep dip on Lee's back, his thumb pressed against Lee's waist.

If it's not obvious enough, the hand holding Lee's hair dropped down to caress his lip.

Lee initially wants to flat-out refuse, but he weighs the pros and cons of the offer. Yes, it’s Rapio, who’s unfavorable as a partner at best, but a man has his needs. Besides, what’s the harm? It’s not like Lee had any dignity left anyway.

Perhaps it's his nature as a spirit or the fact hes incredibly malnourished. Who knows?

It's easy for him to manhandle Lee, considering the man is as active as a rock. The hand on Lee's face reached back onto Lee's nape and pulled him in for a kiss.

“You're as light as a feather.” He murmured against Lee's lip.

Lee is cold. In a way, it is expected for a spirit to be so. But the more he spends the time holding Lee, the more that the sensation decreased and he could faintly taste the warmth of a fellow human being.

Lee is a bit surprised how easy he was able to be moved around. He expected to be able to provide a bit more resistance. It’s almost unnerving for Lee, knowing he can be so easily pushed around.

He’s pulled in for a kiss, and provides the best he can back. Of course he knows whatever he can perform will always be lackluster compared to the other. He can’t really control that, so he tries not to think about it.

Rapio’s very warm. Suppose he is still a mortal, or well, mortal enough to get physical injuries in his true form. Whatever he is, he’s warm in nature.

it feels quite nice, actually.

He’s snapped out of this little fantasy quite quickly.

"I can hear what you said. Keep your words proper, Lee." He scolded, tightening his grip at Lee's scalp, a handful of Lee's hair in his hold.

"And believe me, you will not die again. I've seen so many spirits try. It doesn't work like that. You'll just be trapped somewhere." He pushed his face to Lee again, taking his attention in exploring Lee's mouth rather than a simple peck.

He almost adds more, but it dies on his tongue.

“ I’ll do better. ”

Lees voice becomes monotone, and he himself unfocused. The reply itself sound rehearsed in a way. As if he’s said it many times beforehand. He apologizes a lot to Rapio, yes, but that’s moreso out of fear, and usually unprompted.

anyhow, It’s probably nothing.

He quickly comes back to reality anyway, so it’s no harm.

"Just be good, okay? if so then I'll take care of it." He cooed down at Lee. He's going to do this properly at least. It's supposed to be stress relief, why must he be tediously tyrannical when he's supposed to be able to do what he wants to him, right?

He's justifying himself.

"Let's get inside and do this properly," He parted from Lee, leading him on carefully over to what he remembers to be Douglas' house.

It's not like he met the man himself, he did know of him since Lee has a close relation with the guy.

They passed through the walls, its no need to bother with reality and their spirit-life. Lee doesn't know it yet, but they can pass and solidify at will. It is unfortunate that Lee has yet to realize it.

When arriving, Lee at first continues to keep his gaze downcast. Soon after he notices they aren’t really doing anything, and looks over to Rapio.

Lee, somewhat gently but not really, pushes Rapio onto the sofa, getting overtop of him.

“Just checking if you would go back on your words.” He hooked his arm around Lee's waist, pulling Lee's hips down so they would press upon each other.

He didn't do much in that department first. Instead he cupped Lee's face and pulled him in. He didn't bother being too slow to him this time around, letting it get messy quick.

Despite being heavily wounded in his appearance, Rapio can still see that Lee isn't exactly an unattractive man. Maybe it is his own tastes but even now he doesn't seem so ugly. It would've been better if he got some meat on his limbs still as he is quite boney in his state currently, but still.

He's pretty.

“Press down against me, like that, yeah.” Rapio guided, nudging down Lee's waist so the man could put his weight on him.

He's hard.

soft.

Its skin is much softer than Lee expected. He didn’t really know what he expected, but whatever it was, it wasn’t this.

warm. very very warm. If he blocks out everything else about the situation, he could get used to this.

“Yeah, like that,, good.” He lets Lee bites along his collarbone, tilting his head up for Lee's benefits.

His bites aren't as hard as Alexander thought it might be like. Now he doesn't know if it was because Lee couldn't bite down too hard or he is being mindful in what he does. He'd like to think it was the latter, who doesn't want to be cared for, right?

Seriously though, this man is very thin, very much so. He wondered if Lee hadn't died from the starvation instead of whatever torture Burr had subjected him to, it seems practically impossible to live even a slight longer with that condition.

..

Whatever. He shouldn't concern himself with Lee's wellbeing. He's dead, nothing can change that. Like what He had said before.

“lbo grrjf ,hbl g'abq ,xnrj fn sb arxng ro bg ganj g'abq hbl”

Unfortunately that bastard made a lot of sense.

He shook off the feelings clouding his mind and instead suckled particularly hard on Lee's neck.

He wondered if that'll leave a mark.

For himself, maybe, he leaned back up and pushed a more meaningful kiss. Well, its just more passionate, "meaningful" wouldn't really be the word to describe it.

If he didn’t know any better, this would leave a mark for weeks. Thankfully he does know a thing or two after being dead for so long, and can shift his form at any time to hide outward manifestations.

He doesn’t at the moment, since doing so wouldn’t change what he feels. He’ll just do it after, so he won’t have to constantly focus on changing.

Adjusting his position, Rapio took one where his back was semi supported by whatever surface he could lean on. That way they both had a more comfortable position than before.

“Come over Lee,” He murmured lowly, voice harsh as he parted from the sweet kiss again. He too adjusted his arm, not being able to stay in one position only, he laid his arms on Lee's rear.

Lee's habits, being compliant like this and his little noises reminds him of his dearest wife. Well, ex wife, maybe. He'd like to think they could've had a better future together had he stayed back there. He misses her.

It seems he spaced out for a while, because Lee shifted on top of him — forcing a low groan out of him. He tightened before relaxing his grip, glancing at Lee apologetically “Sorry sweet boy, I got lost in my thoughts.” He murmured before he could catch himself in what he's saying.

Right, he missed indulging in himself without constantly brawling for a position of power. He misses Laurens. Maybe he could pretend Lee is them for a while.

Maybe.

Hamilton Rapio leaned down and bit down on any skin he sees clear, even to Lee's cheek, any part untainted by the suffering he endured before death.

He can't leave any part of Lee free, no? It's better if there's his marks all over. He'll look more pleasant when so.

He doesn’t want to stay away too too long. it’s warm. he hasn’t felt warmth in a while.

not the point. Getting comfortable, he waits for Rapio to make another move. After a bit with nothing new, he nips at its neck to reel its attention back in. Again, nothing. He wants to hit it to force its attention back to Lee, but he knows nothing good would come of it, so he decides against. He rocks his hips against it a few small times, and it seems to work. It apologizes, and Lee resists a snarky reply.

Lee tilts his head to the side to offer more room, resting his hand against the back of Rapio’s head. He controls his tongue better this time around; no noises leave him. See, this is why he waits until after to hide the marks. It’ll be wasted energy attempting to hide it before. Besides they’d probably be replaced if he did anyway.

“Faster, boy,” He guided. But again, not enough, he needs more and he needs it messy and fast. If Lee can't give him that then he'll give Lee that.

Hooking his arm up to the man's nape, his other hand forced Lee's hips to stop moving, instead he lifted his own in a thrusting motion that prompted Lee's body to bounce along with him. “fuck,” he cursed from the pleasure, his left hand tightening around Lee's nape. Intent on lightly choking the man and blocking his air way.

He wanted to slip his hand under Lee's trousers, free him of his constraints, but to his disappointment, he remembered that wouldn't really be possible. How annoying. He clicked his tongue. Whatever, he must make use of whatever he has in store.

Readjusting his hold, his hand slid down to Lee's crotch. Is it too fast? Maybe. But he doesn't really care. Finding his grip, he found Lee himself hard. If not pathetically so.

He cooed instantly, “For someone who insisted on looking fairly unaffected you're quite aroused down here aren't you?” Rapio couldn't help the smirk that roused to his face, giddy himself that Lee's reactive to his touch.

He keeps his head in the crook of Rapio’s neck, only lifting it once to see why he was stopped. Starting back up again, he mounts himself to its shoulder with a bite to keep quiet. Though he doesn’t need to breathe, the lightheaded sensation of being choked doesn’t pass him by.

In his enjoyment, Lee heard a familiar click of the tongue. He instinctively lifts his head and looks to Rapio, waiting for what it meant. He quickly realized what he’d done, of rather revealed, and does his best to play it off. He puts his lips to Rapio’s once more, his hand perching against its neck.

Lee breaks the kiss and whimpers slightly at the sudden new feeling. He puts his head back to its shoulder; it’s warmer here anyway, and it hides his face.

“don't hide those pretty noises, Lee. Let it out.” he cooed, not intentionally-patronizingly. As if to emphasize his words, he tightened his grip around Lee's neck just enough to hear the man gasps. He sounds sweet.

And when he did too he felt the wet pre-release coat his hand, making him pause. Lee... likes the pain? That's something he's not vividly aware of. Using his thumb to caress that spot, he pried Lee's face to get off his shoulder though not harshly.

Despite Rapio’s words, Lee will continue to suppress any noises to the best of his abilities. Mostly from spite. Lee is caught off guard as his airway is cut off almost completely, letting out a soft gasp and tilting his head back a bit for relief. Thank goodness it was just that, he could’ve done a lot worse.

.

Well fuck. There goes his act. His own body betrays him; how cruel. He is forced away from the small refuge of the shoulder, forced to face Rapio directly. Thank god he’s suppressed how red he feels his face should be. He’d never hear the end of that.

Words words words. Everything verbal with you. Despite the attempts to steer his focus, Lee somehow manages to project his stable voice.

“ you know the answer to that. I don’t have to humor you. ”

“If you misbehave you're not getting any of your good stuffs, mutt.” He grunted, and as a continuation of his threat, he took off his hand. Leaving Lee aching without the heat of the palm of his hand.

“in fact, if you want to continue acting like that then you better work for your own release. Bad boys don't get to have it the easy way, no?” Rapio said in a far more mocking tone than he did before. If Lee is going to be difficult, he wouldn't reward the boy for that.

He’s not a mutt. Why does he keep getting treated like a dog? Sure he kept them for many a moon when he was alive, but it’s not like he’s one as well.

Apart from a slight hitch in breath, Lee actually doesn’t react outwardly at all at the loss. He’s quite surprised and pleased with himself. despite this small victory, Lee doesn’t want to have to finish this himself. He’d rather avoid the humiliation and ridicule, even if it’s just Rapio, and he’d probably get it soon either way.

Not saying anything more, Lee rests his head against Rapio’s torso and arm, absentmindedly running his finger across its chest in lines.

“ I’m sorry, s-ir… ”

“Lee don't play with me.” Rapio hissed, throwing Lee down to the couch as he gets agitated at Lee's (lack of) reaction.

“I said to be more vocal. I'm sure you can do it, yeah?” He smiled, though not exactly with patience. Settling himself between Lee's legs, he has Lee pressed against himself. Lee's legs rising up to the height of Rapio's shoulder as he's folded.

Shit fucking hurts… the wound on the back of his head gets a slight irritation at being forcefully slammed into the sofa. He leaves it alone, knowing it can’t cause him any new, lasting injuries. Temporary hurt, is all.

“ yeah yeah, I know what you said. ”

Can he do it? Yes. Will he do it? Not purposefully. Lee puts his arms around Rapio’s torso once more, to stabilize himself and for its warmth.

He doesn’t find a need to reply to the last comment, so he doesn’t. The teasing does its job, but of course Lee won’t let Rapio see that. Not that he would anyway, as his hair and throat is suddenly seized once more.

“Fine. You won't comply to what I say? I'll just do it myself.”

Lowering his face, he didn't let Lee catch a glimpse to what he says as he now, gently flipping Lee over to be on his stomach.

Catching Lee's neck, he tilts the boy's face to face his, though not fully. His other hand forcing one of lee's legs spread from the other as he settles himself against Lee's bottom.

“My stupid mutt is being disobedient. But it's okay because he's just misguided, hm?” He murmured sweetly, but before Lee can murmur out a remark, he pushed his finger in lee's mouth. “Sweetheart, pups don't talk.” He scolded.

Careful not to press any injury— ones that seems too rough at least, Rapio grinded his hard on against Lee's rear, where his entrance was to be if he was naked. “You can take it puppy, geind back against me like that— good boyy.” he cooed, biting his uninjured jaw.

‘I’ll just do it myself.’ Yeah, sure, whatever that means. He lets Rapio move him around, as it’s no use fighting against something so trivial.

With added guidance, Lee looks back to Rapio. It was, frankly, painful. But nothing he couldn’t handle before.

Lee lifts himself up a bit, turning further back to Rapio.

“ your stupid mutt-? ”

He doesn’t get much out before his focus is steered to the fingers forced in his mouth. He bites at first, trying to make Rapio take them out, but eventually just accepts they’re staying.

He’s totally fine to not talk. Less work for him.

Continuing his ministration, he pulled Lee closer, not a single crevice of their body isn't touching. He let go of lee's neck and caressed down to his chest, glancing up at Lee's face, he lets his hand explore Lee's body as much as he'd like.

“Despite that, you're still quite pretty really,” He murmured under his breath. He closed eyes, reminiscing of Eliza for a quick while, and a genuinely fond smile grasped his face.

He missed Eliza — his dear wife. His Betsey. He missed holding her, kissing her, loving her. She's so sweet, she was. Until he ruined them. He felt so guilty. He wants to make it up to their lost time. His sweet sweet wife.

Silence filled the room for a while, the only noise present being their body against each other and soft groans and moans. He murmured him sweet praises, emotional sounding for once.

This is strange.

Rapio shuffled atop of Lee, his eyes looking anywhere but Lee. Pushing his trousers just slightly he freed himself. Aligning himself between Lee's thighs, no penetration— that's fine.

As he grinded, their parts touch and provided each other the pleasure that is far too much yet too little.

Praises are quite nice. Patronizing, but nice. He almost wants to actually listen. Of course spite is much more fun, so he won’t, but it’s not out of mind… He would do anything with enough persuasion.

?

It said something, Lee wasn’t really paying attention. He turned back with a slight confused noise. He didn’t get a reply.

Pretty.

… or it said something about that, anyway. He turned to the front once more, ignoring the implications. He thinks about Sammy.

Samuel.

Seabury.

Gods, how did he fuck it up that bad? Here he was, a man who loved Lee despite all of his flaws and issues and red flags. Was he guilty about that? Yes, of course he was. He never failed to tell Seabury he should find someone better, that he deserved better. He would deny it, of course. Lee was the only one he wanted for some reason.

Then Eelqp came along, fucked everything up. The blood, the maiming, the screaming… he wanted to help, he tried to help. He cared for his wounds as best he could, tries to keep their naive optimism that they’d be saved soon.

‘It’s a stupid joke, he’ll let us out soon enough.’

‘Something’s probably come up, he’ll be back.’

‘A few more days, they’re bound to find us soon.’

Soon soon soon. Always soon, never now. He was such a fool. Even now.

How he wishes he could go back in time. Go back to when they were young and naive. in love. Alive.

in love.

…

He’s not coming back. It was stupid to think he would. It was only a matter of time before Lee fucked up too much to repair. He said he wasn’t gonna leave, he said he’d always be here. Well whoever he is, it sure as hell isn’t here.

Such a fool.

Praising. Sweet, but out of character. He doesn’t think on it too much, and instead enjoys the temporary kindness. Pretends it’s Sam.

He let himself be pushed and moved around.he didn’t really care, and if he did there’s not much he can do. He isn’t fully there anyway.

Lee takes a hold of Rapio’s arm, littering bites across its hand and wrist. He’s more vocal now, not really caring about what he does much anymore.

He keeps going: faster, sloppier. He’s close, god he’s close, he knows it so. Just a bit more, he just needs a bit more…

The feeling reminded him that this isn't his wife that he is sleeping with. A form of bittersweet wave of emotion washed over him. But he straightened up his posture, it's not good to project these things.

“Fuck. You came pretty quick puppy.” Hemurmured, closing the distance between their faced, Rapio Turned Lee's body to face his.

Grinding at Lee's dick, he knows that the man wouldn't be insensitive to the extra course of pleasure running through his veins. His hands grabbed Lee's own, pinning them on either side of the man's help, trying to chase for his own release though slopy as it is.

Maybe due to the overstimulation, but it is clear the man had yet to recover, nor will he anytime soon, and Rapio could feel that Lee is growing hard again though partially.

Rolling his hips faster down at Lee, he can feel the warmth seeping in to his stomach and as it slowly and surely warms his body more and more— Fuck.

Lee cant stop squirming, it's messing his rhythm.

He hadn't been paying too much attention on him actually, focusing on his own release.

Again, he lets himself be manhandled. He’s not really thinking straight at the moment, very easy to influence. He’s really not thinking at all. Everything and nothing is running through his head at the same time.

Lee’s hands get pinned over his head. Rapio isn’t keen on letting him get his senses in order, it seems. He tries to get his arms free, yanking them in hopes of getting out of its grip. He just needs more time, he needs to get himself in order is all… he tries again and again against the unrelenting grasp to no avail.

It feels fine, good even! It’s just too much right now, he needs a break, even just a minute or two… Lee squirms under the man, trying to find any way to get out and collect himself. He tries to speak, merely getting out a few pathetic whines.

Right, can’t speak from there.

He attempts to conjure his voice as he would, but he knows it takes a bit of focus and he doesn’t know how that’ll work out at the moment.

“ Rapio- I need… break, a break. Please, Rapio, even. even if it’s short. Don’t care, I need. need it, please… ”

“I'm sure you can take it,” He panted, not giving Lee that break he had asked for.

To compensate for not fulfilling Lee's pleas, he leaned down and stroked his head, akin to patting him. “You can take it I'm sure of it— I'm close. It's okay you feel overwhelmed by it.” he panted out.

Slowing down his pace a little, he changed its setting to be harder and more intense rather than fast and sloppy. Drawing out pleasure from his body as he pushed soft pecks all over.

“you'll be fine with me, just relax and let me do it” he cupped Lee's face with a sincere gentleness.

After a few more strokes— it didn't take him long to find that peak. Ejaculating on Lee's stomach, he shivered, and stayed still for a while.

,,,,

Pushing himself up, he glanced down at the man, he's flushed. Can't keep up the tough front huh?

Regardless, he can't stay still. At the very least even if they are far from liking each other he can be a good partner in terms of intimacy. Idly sitting up, Lee doesn't seem bothered to move yet. It's strange as he doesn't have a physical body in technicalities. But it came with it plus sides.

Pressing his arm against Lee's shoulder, he used a little of his energy to construct a warm damp clothes to wipe the residue of their actions. Lifting the man easily as to wipe him off and to the bruised spots. He doesn't know if Lee knows how to do it yet— but in case, he dries off that soaked patch on Lee's pants.

The man seemed sleepy for once. Rapio sighed, it seemed that he wouldn't be leaving or moving any time soon. Sitting down on the couch he brings Lee's head to rest against his chest as he slung a hand over Lee's waist. A blanket conjured from the energy they hold as he wrapped it around Lee.

They’re done, he’s done. He can rest up, finally. Lee stays where he is, lying on the sofa and putting his arms down to a more comfortable position. He knows what he looks like—a bright red, heaving mess. He’s too worn out to care right now. Maybe a minute or so.

Lee simply stays where he is, as he is. Rapio conjures a rag and- wait how’d he do that? Lee looks at the rag, then to Rapio. How’d he do that? Can Lee do that?

Lee makes a new form as he lays against Rapio. It’s unmarked, unflustered, and clean. He tries to conjure something for a long while, but eventually gets a bit agitated at repeated failures and stops trying. He instead starts to space out, since he can’t sleep.

Rapio glanced at the projection of Lee's figure and his state currently, sighing as he seed the man slacking off once more.

He curled up his fingers, forcing energy out of his own body as it transfers into Lee's own mind, letting him communicate with his accomplice.

“You're slacking off. I've been generous enough to let you be for a good while, but it seems like you're not going to do anything if I don't be harsh to you about it.”

In Lee’s defense, he has truly been trying. He just can’t seem to get his focus straight. He can’t keep a target for long enough, and most energy has gone to waste the few times he does.

He’s backtracked a slight bit from humans, going back to animals instead to attempt better results. He attempts to harvest from a deer, but is startled by Rapio’s voice and loses the little focus he had.

Poor accusation, Rapio knows Charles Lee won't try to do that to him. Not anymore, at least. He believes the dog knows his place and what he'll receive if he ever tries that.

Lee focuses on the animal once more, attempting to draw out anything worthwhile. After a minute or so he stops, realizing it wouldn’t give him anything.

He runs a hand through his hair, attempting to calm his nerves before trying again. He slightly extends his hand out, giving himself something to focus on.

There was quite the silence for a while, and Lee might even be so hopeful to think Rapio had left. Unfortunately, he's not that merciful.

“ uhm- I don’t think I can really-… can do that right now, man… I can barely get it to this, and it’s still lots of effort… ”

Lee doesn’t bother trying to explain himself, he knows it falls on deaf ears. The best he can do is attempt to appease to the reprimands given, and maybe he’ll be treated more nicely.

It’s mostly wishful thinking on his part.

Lee momentarily pauses in his endeavors.

“ no i haven’t lied in a while, and if i have i didn’t realize. I speak the truth, people just don’t like how i say it. Not my fault. ”

he gets a slight bit more passionate in his speech. Very defensive, this one.

“ I didn’t deceive Samuel. Everything I had said to him since I saw him after death was true. Yes I… reworded some things to make it less of a concern but I didn’t say anything untrue! ”

His voice gets a bit meeker near the end.

His authority for questioned. Hm. Is Lee saying he is lying? Is he questioning him? That can't do.

Lee knows it’s a weak argument, but it’s what he believes. No statements are exactly the same, and they each have their separate values and situations associated. You can’t generalize that with a single statistic.

Rude. He’s not a mutt.

… Lee hadn’t really thought about it like that before. He did still have the ability to summon Sam. He just respects his wishes.

That sounded awful, but if Lee doesn't do anything to Seabury he's sure they'll be fine.

“ … eventually. ”

Lee wouldn’t really consider his view “wrong,” but he’s not gonna say that, of course. He’ll just leave it where it lies.

Lee wants to refuse the offer, but Rapio’s already materialized before he can respond. Lee stands up and steps back a bit, not making eye contact.

The man did not bother in hiding his face or keeping a distance, if he does he wouldn't appear just a few inches away from Lee right now would he? It is just enough time for a dick to be between them ngl so probably like 3 to 4 inches apart. (Ooc)

Wait what.

Anyway, Rapio's eyes travelled down at Lee's figure. The man himself isn't mobile right now, frozen in shock perhaps? Well whatever.

Lee doesn’t like how close they are right now. Only a small space of open air separates the two, and it feels as though it won’t even be that soon. Lee doesn’t try to move away, knowing the possibilities are less favorable than just staying put.

though maybe fear has a part to play as well.

Lee starts to look up at him, but can’t bring himself further than Rapio’s neck or chest.

“ I don’t- I’m sorry, genuinely, I don’t know what’s wrong. It’s not working as it used to- as it should. Believe me, please, I really don’t know why I can’t harvest anymore… ”

Lee shuts up when he feels the hand against his neck.

He sits next to the deer, trying not to think much about the principle of the thing. He has to kill it, he knows he does. he focuses on drawing the energy out, instead of noticing how it falls limp overtime.

He drained enough of Lee's energy to stay solid for a good while, at least. "Finish your job. I have something to talk to you soon. Keep your manners in check, its way more pleasant than having you curse at me so ungratefully."

“ and you suppose I do that how? ”

He realized how rude his words sounded as soon as he said them, apologizing quickly.

“ I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. how am I gonna do that, Alex isn’t exactly keen on seeing me… ”

"Just summon him like you do Sam, obviously not now. Do it tomorrow or something, ” He paused “Regardless. I'm not sure what is affecting your performance— stress you say, no? How are you, even?” He questioned. Though he has a general idea of what Lee is feeling, he never bothered to actually fully check everything.

Is he supposed to answer honestly, or is this one of those questioned you’re supposed to answer “fine” and move about your day? Doubt the answer would change much, so he just answered honestly.

“ the stuff with Sammy- uh, Samuel kinda fucked me up a bit… I’m, uh,starting to-to have more-more episodes about surrounding… him… and my death in general. ”

Gods, this is painful to admit.

“ I don’t really know if I can trust my thoughts anymore… I mean I know they’re mine to some extent, but they’re very… out there. ”

Right, Lee to some extent is still.. A person. He often forgot about that. It's much easier to use someone for his own benefit when he doesn't think of them as one and now he needs to face the fact that Lee is still one.

...

It was quiet for a good while, Rapio couldn't make out what face he was wearing because Lee seemed uncomfortable under his stare, but when does he not, really?

“You kind of deserved it. In a way. I wouldn't frame you entirely guilty but you didn't clearly tell fo the whole ordeal to him and hid tons of crucial details.” Rapio remarked dryly, thinking back to Samuel Seabury. He had one back in his universe. The man seemed soft at heart though morally strict in his own standing. Though they stood on opposing sides, he respected him.

Ignoring the fact he humiliated the man in front of the crowd of course.

“Regardless I am not a God. I'm not like— nevermind. Burr's rampage is inevitable and you wouldn't have been able to escape him.” he shrugged stepping closer to have a look at Lee himself. The man isn't lying Rapio could tell.

His thoughts huh. Is him stalking Lee's thoughts getting an affect on him?.. Probably not. The man always just quite dark always. “All over the place you could say?” He mused.

“I can change that.” He suggested, a smirk adorning his lips. Did he really mean to do it to help Lee? Not really. After everything happening with G, he just wants to have some control over at the very least this pathetic thing in desperate need of one.

They're kinda similar in a way. Both in situations they didn't ask for. Yet selfish as they are hurt everyone around them.

This'll help his ego.

Once something is actually said, it doesn’t provide much relief. Rapio lays it out flat; yes, it was lee’s fault. It’s stings a bit, but he already knew it true in the back of his mind. He’d rather that than pity.

Well, at least he knows now nothing could be helped about burr. Might help with the episodes, you never know.

‘All over the place’… yeah that’s about right. His thoughts contradict themselves, and contradict him. They don’t feel like his thoughts, though he knows that’s the only logical explanation.

Lee must’ve been spacing out, because he came to with Rapio’s hands against his face. He makes a small “hm?” sound, tilting his head slightly in confusion.

Its quite cute.

“Dumb mutt..” He sighed under his breath when Lee didn't hear what he said. There's a lack of venom there though, mostly.

He is somewhat grateful the back of his head was left alone, even if it was likely just easier to hold the side.

Oh.

Oh!

Oh.??

This can’t be what it’s implying. It doesn’t even like Lee, and Lee certainly doesn’t like it. Why would it want that anyway?

Rapio grunted and focused himself to reading Lee's mind. Hearing his panicky tone was enough of an indication for him.

“No you weren't mistaken. You heard me right, I'm offering.” He spoke amusedly, his other hand, idle in its position hooking itself to Lee's the deep dip on Lee's back, his thumb pressed against Lee's waist.

If it's not obvious enough, the hand holding Lee's hair dropped down to caress his lip.

Lee initially wants to flat-out refuse, but he weighs the pros and cons of the offer. Yes, it’s Rapio, who’s unfavorable as a partner at best, but a man has his needs. Besides, what’s the harm? It’s not like Lee had any dignity left anyway.

Perhaps it's his nature as a spirit or the fact hes incredibly malnourished. Who knows?

It's easy for him to manhandle Lee, considering the man is as active as a rock. The hand on Lee's face reached back onto Lee's nape and pulled him in for a kiss.

“You're as light as a feather.” He murmured against Lee's lip.

Lee is cold. In a way, it is expected for a spirit to be so. But the more he spends the time holding Lee, the more that the sensation decreased and he could faintly taste the warmth of a fellow human being.

Lee is a bit surprised how easy he was able to be moved around. He expected to be able to provide a bit more resistance. It’s almost unnerving for Lee, knowing he can be so easily pushed around.

He’s pulled in for a kiss, and provides the best he can back. Of course he knows whatever he can perform will always be lackluster compared to the other. He can’t really control that, so he tries not to think about it.

Rapio’s very warm. Suppose he is still a mortal, or well, mortal enough to get physical injuries in his true form. Whatever he is, he’s warm in nature.

it feels quite nice, actually.

He’s snapped out of this little fantasy quite quickly.

"I can hear what you said. Keep your words proper, Lee." He scolded, tightening his grip at Lee's scalp, a handful of Lee's hair in his hold.

"And believe me, you will not die again. I've seen so many spirits try. It doesn't work like that. You'll just be trapped somewhere." He pushed his face to Lee again, taking his attention in exploring Lee's mouth rather than a simple peck.

He almost adds more, but it dies on his tongue.

“ I’ll do better. ”

Lees voice becomes monotone, and he himself unfocused. The reply itself sound rehearsed in a way. As if he’s said it many times beforehand. He apologizes a lot to Rapio, yes, but that’s moreso out of fear, and usually unprompted.

anyhow, It’s probably nothing.

He quickly comes back to reality anyway, so it’s no harm.

"Just be good, okay? if so then I'll take care of it." He cooed down at Lee. He's going to do this properly at least. It's supposed to be stress relief, why must he be tediously tyrannical when he's supposed to be able to do what he wants to him, right?

He's justifying himself.

"Let's get inside and do this properly," He parted from Lee, leading him on carefully over to what he remembers to be Douglas' house.

It's not like he met the man himself, he did know of him since Lee has a close relation with the guy.

They passed through the walls, its no need to bother with reality and their spirit-life. Lee doesn't know it yet, but they can pass and solidify at will. It is unfortunate that Lee has yet to realize it.

When arriving, Lee at first continues to keep his gaze downcast. Soon after he notices they aren’t really doing anything, and looks over to Rapio.

Lee, somewhat gently but not really, pushes Rapio onto the sofa, getting overtop of him.

“Just checking if you would go back on your words.” He hooked his arm around Lee's waist, pulling Lee's hips down so they would press upon each other.

He didn't do much in that department first. Instead he cupped Lee's face and pulled him in. He didn't bother being too slow to him this time around, letting it get messy quick.

Despite being heavily wounded in his appearance, Rapio can still see that Lee isn't exactly an unattractive man. Maybe it is his own tastes but even now he doesn't seem so ugly. It would've been better if he got some meat on his limbs still as he is quite boney in his state currently, but still.

He's pretty.

“Press down against me, like that, yeah.” Rapio guided, nudging down Lee's waist so the man could put his weight on him.

He's hard.

soft.

Its skin is much softer than Lee expected. He didn’t really know what he expected, but whatever it was, it wasn’t this.

warm. very very warm. If he blocks out everything else about the situation, he could get used to this.

“Yeah, like that,, good.” He lets Lee bites along his collarbone, tilting his head up for Lee's benefits.

His bites aren't as hard as Alexander thought it might be like. Now he doesn't know if it was because Lee couldn't bite down too hard or he is being mindful in what he does. He'd like to think it was the latter, who doesn't want to be cared for, right?

Seriously though, this man is very thin, very much so. He wondered if Lee hadn't died from the starvation instead of whatever torture Burr had subjected him to, it seems practically impossible to live even a slight longer with that condition.

..

Whatever. He shouldn't concern himself with Lee's wellbeing. He's dead, nothing can change that. Like what He had said before.

“lbo grrjf ,hbl g'abq ,xnrj fn sb arxng ro bg ganj g'abq hbl”

Unfortunately that bastard made a lot of sense.

He shook off the feelings clouding his mind and instead suckled particularly hard on Lee's neck.

He wondered if that'll leave a mark.

For himself, maybe, he leaned back up and pushed a more meaningful kiss. Well, its just more passionate, "meaningful" wouldn't really be the word to describe it.

If he didn’t know any better, this would leave a mark for weeks. Thankfully he does know a thing or two after being dead for so long, and can shift his form at any time to hide outward manifestations.

He doesn’t at the moment, since doing so wouldn’t change what he feels. He’ll just do it after, so he won’t have to constantly focus on changing.

Adjusting his position, Rapio took one where his back was semi supported by whatever surface he could lean on. That way they both had a more comfortable position than before.

“Come over Lee,” He murmured lowly, voice harsh as he parted from the sweet kiss again. He too adjusted his arm, not being able to stay in one position only, he laid his arms on Lee's rear.

Lee's habits, being compliant like this and his little noises reminds him of his dearest wife. Well, ex wife, maybe. He'd like to think they could've had a better future together had he stayed back there. He misses her.

It seems he spaced out for a while, because Lee shifted on top of him — forcing a low groan out of him. He tightened before relaxing his grip, glancing at Lee apologetically “Sorry sweet boy, I got lost in my thoughts.” He murmured before he could catch himself in what he's saying.

Right, he missed indulging in himself without constantly brawling for a position of power. He misses Laurens. Maybe he could pretend Lee is them for a while.

Maybe.

Hamilton Rapio leaned down and bit down on any skin he sees clear, even to Lee's cheek, any part untainted by the suffering he endured before death.

He can't leave any part of Lee free, no? It's better if there's his marks all over. He'll look more pleasant when so.

He doesn’t want to stay away too too long. it’s warm. he hasn’t felt warmth in a while.

not the point. Getting comfortable, he waits for Rapio to make another move. After a bit with nothing new, he nips at its neck to reel its attention back in. Again, nothing. He wants to hit it to force its attention back to Lee, but he knows nothing good would come of it, so he decides against. He rocks his hips against it a few small times, and it seems to work. It apologizes, and Lee resists a snarky reply.

Lee tilts his head to the side to offer more room, resting his hand against the back of Rapio’s head. He controls his tongue better this time around; no noises leave him. See, this is why he waits until after to hide the marks. It’ll be wasted energy attempting to hide it before. Besides they’d probably be replaced if he did anyway.

“Faster, boy,” He guided. But again, not enough, he needs more and he needs it messy and fast. If Lee can't give him that then he'll give Lee that.

Hooking his arm up to the man's nape, his other hand forced Lee's hips to stop moving, instead he lifted his own in a thrusting motion that prompted Lee's body to bounce along with him. “fuck,” he cursed from the pleasure, his left hand tightening around Lee's nape. Intent on lightly choking the man and blocking his air way.

He wanted to slip his hand under Lee's trousers, free him of his constraints, but to his disappointment, he remembered that wouldn't really be possible. How annoying. He clicked his tongue. Whatever, he must make use of whatever he has in store.

Readjusting his hold, his hand slid down to Lee's crotch. Is it too fast? Maybe. But he doesn't really care. Finding his grip, he found Lee himself hard. If not pathetically so.

He cooed instantly, “For someone who insisted on looking fairly unaffected you're quite aroused down here aren't you?” Rapio couldn't help the smirk that roused to his face, giddy himself that Lee's reactive to his touch.

He keeps his head in the crook of Rapio’s neck, only lifting it once to see why he was stopped. Starting back up again, he mounts himself to its shoulder with a bite to keep quiet. Though he doesn’t need to breathe, the lightheaded sensation of being choked doesn’t pass him by.

In his enjoyment, Lee heard a familiar click of the tongue. He instinctively lifts his head and looks to Rapio, waiting for what it meant. He quickly realized what he’d done, of rather revealed, and does his best to play it off. He puts his lips to Rapio’s once more, his hand perching against its neck.

Lee breaks the kiss and whimpers slightly at the sudden new feeling. He puts his head back to its shoulder; it’s warmer here anyway, and it hides his face.

“don't hide those pretty noises, Lee. Let it out.” he cooed, not intentionally-patronizingly. As if to emphasize his words, he tightened his grip around Lee's neck just enough to hear the man gasps. He sounds sweet.

And when he did too he felt the wet pre-release coat his hand, making him pause. Lee... likes the pain? That's something he's not vividly aware of. Using his thumb to caress that spot, he pried Lee's face to get off his shoulder though not harshly.

Despite Rapio’s words, Lee will continue to suppress any noises to the best of his abilities. Mostly from spite. Lee is caught off guard as his airway is cut off almost completely, letting out a soft gasp and tilting his head back a bit for relief. Thank goodness it was just that, he could’ve done a lot worse.

.

Well fuck. There goes his act. His own body betrays him; how cruel. He is forced away from the small refuge of the shoulder, forced to face Rapio directly. Thank god he’s suppressed how red he feels his face should be. He’d never hear the end of that.

Words words words. Everything verbal with you. Despite the attempts to steer his focus, Lee somehow manages to project his stable voice.

“ you know the answer to that. I don’t have to humor you. ”

“If you misbehave you're not getting any of your good stuffs, mutt.” He grunted, and as a continuation of his threat, he took off his hand. Leaving Lee aching without the heat of the palm of his hand.

“in fact, if you want to continue acting like that then you better work for your own release. Bad boys don't get to have it the easy way, no?” Rapio said in a far more mocking tone than he did before. If Lee is going to be difficult, he wouldn't reward the boy for that.

He’s not a mutt. Why does he keep getting treated like a dog? Sure he kept them for many a moon when he was alive, but it’s not like he’s one as well.

Apart from a slight hitch in breath, Lee actually doesn’t react outwardly at all at the loss. He’s quite surprised and pleased with himself. despite this small victory, Lee doesn’t want to have to finish this himself. He’d rather avoid the humiliation and ridicule, even if it’s just Rapio, and he’d probably get it soon either way.

Not saying anything more, Lee rests his head against Rapio’s torso and arm, absentmindedly running his finger across its chest in lines.

“ I’m sorry, s-ir… ”

“Lee don't play with me.” Rapio hissed, throwing Lee down to the couch as he gets agitated at Lee's (lack of) reaction.

“I said to be more vocal. I'm sure you can do it, yeah?” He smiled, though not exactly with patience. Settling himself between Lee's legs, he has Lee pressed against himself. Lee's legs rising up to the height of Rapio's shoulder as he's folded.

Shit fucking hurts… the wound on the back of his head gets a slight irritation at being forcefully slammed into the sofa. He leaves it alone, knowing it can’t cause him any new, lasting injuries. Temporary hurt, is all.

“ yeah yeah, I know what you said. ”

Can he do it? Yes. Will he do it? Not purposefully. Lee puts his arms around Rapio’s torso once more, to stabilize himself and for its warmth.

He doesn’t find a need to reply to the last comment, so he doesn’t. The teasing does its job, but of course Lee won’t let Rapio see that. Not that he would anyway, as his hair and throat is suddenly seized once more.

“Fine. You won't comply to what I say? I'll just do it myself.”

Lowering his face, he didn't let Lee catch a glimpse to what he says as he now, gently flipping Lee over to be on his stomach.

Catching Lee's neck, he tilts the boy's face to face his, though not fully. His other hand forcing one of lee's legs spread from the other as he settles himself against Lee's bottom.

“My stupid mutt is being disobedient. But it's okay because he's just misguided, hm?” He murmured sweetly, but before Lee can murmur out a remark, he pushed his finger in lee's mouth. “Sweetheart, pups don't talk.” He scolded.

Careful not to press any injury— ones that seems too rough at least, Rapio grinded his hard on against Lee's rear, where his entrance was to be if he was naked. “You can take it puppy, geind back against me like that— good boyy.” he cooed, biting his uninjured jaw.

‘I’ll just do it myself.’ Yeah, sure, whatever that means. He lets Rapio move him around, as it’s no use fighting against something so trivial.

With added guidance, Lee looks back to Rapio. It was, frankly, painful. But nothing he couldn’t handle before.

Lee lifts himself up a bit, turning further back to Rapio.

“ your stupid mutt-? ”

He doesn’t get much out before his focus is steered to the fingers forced in his mouth. He bites at first, trying to make Rapio take them out, but eventually just accepts they’re staying.

He’s totally fine to not talk. Less work for him.

Continuing his ministration, he pulled Lee closer, not a single crevice of their body isn't touching. He let go of lee's neck and caressed down to his chest, glancing up at Lee's face, he lets his hand explore Lee's body as much as he'd like.

“Despite that, you're still quite pretty really,” He murmured under his breath. He closed eyes, reminiscing of Eliza for a quick while, and a genuinely fond smile grasped his face.

He missed Eliza — his dear wife. His Betsey. He missed holding her, kissing her, loving her. She's so sweet, she was. Until he ruined them. He felt so guilty. He wants to make it up to their lost time. His sweet sweet wife.

Silence filled the room for a while, the only noise present being their body against each other and soft groans and moans. He murmured him sweet praises, emotional sounding for once.

This is strange.

Rapio shuffled atop of Lee, his eyes looking anywhere but Lee. Pushing his trousers just slightly he freed himself. Aligning himself between Lee's thighs, no penetration— that's fine.

As he grinded, their parts touch and provided each other the pleasure that is far too much yet too little.

Praises are quite nice. Patronizing, but nice. He almost wants to actually listen. Of course spite is much more fun, so he won’t, but it’s not out of mind… He would do anything with enough persuasion.

?

It said something, Lee wasn’t really paying attention. He turned back with a slight confused noise. He didn’t get a reply.

Pretty.

… or it said something about that, anyway. He turned to the front once more, ignoring the implications. He thinks about Sammy.

Samuel.

Seabury.

Gods, how did he fuck it up that bad? Here he was, a man who loved Lee despite all of his flaws and issues and red flags. Was he guilty about that? Yes, of course he was. He never failed to tell Seabury he should find someone better, that he deserved better. He would deny it, of course. Lee was the only one he wanted for some reason.

Then Eelqp came along, fucked everything up. The blood, the maiming, the screaming… he wanted to help, he tried to help. He cared for his wounds as best he could, tries to keep their naive optimism that they’d be saved soon.

‘It’s a stupid joke, he’ll let us out soon enough.’

‘Something’s probably come up, he’ll be back.’

‘A few more days, they’re bound to find us soon.’

Soon soon soon. Always soon, never now. He was such a fool. Even now.

How he wishes he could go back in time. Go back to when they were young and naive. in love. Alive.

in love.

…

He’s not coming back. It was stupid to think he would. It was only a matter of time before Lee fucked up too much to repair. He said he wasn’t gonna leave, he said he’d always be here. Well whoever he is, it sure as hell isn’t here.

Such a fool.

Praising. Sweet, but out of character. He doesn’t think on it too much, and instead enjoys the temporary kindness. Pretends it’s Sam.

He let himself be pushed and moved around.he didn’t really care, and if he did there’s not much he can do. He isn’t fully there anyway.

Lee takes a hold of Rapio’s arm, littering bites across its hand and wrist. He’s more vocal now, not really caring about what he does much anymore.

He keeps going: faster, sloppier. He’s close, god he’s close, he knows it so. Just a bit more, he just needs a bit more…

The feeling reminded him that this isn't his wife that he is sleeping with. A form of bittersweet wave of emotion washed over him. But he straightened up his posture, it's not good to project these things.

“Fuck. You came pretty quick puppy.” Hemurmured, closing the distance between their faced, Rapio Turned Lee's body to face his.

Grinding at Lee's dick, he knows that the man wouldn't be insensitive to the extra course of pleasure running through his veins. His hands grabbed Lee's own, pinning them on either side of the man's help, trying to chase for his own release though slopy as it is.

Maybe due to the overstimulation, but it is clear the man had yet to recover, nor will he anytime soon, and Rapio could feel that Lee is growing hard again though partially.

Rolling his hips faster down at Lee, he can feel the warmth seeping in to his stomach and as it slowly and surely warms his body more and more— Fuck.

Lee cant stop squirming, it's messing his rhythm.

He hadn't been paying too much attention on him actually, focusing on his own release.

Again, he lets himself be manhandled. He’s not really thinking straight at the moment, very easy to influence. He’s really not thinking at all. Everything and nothing is running through his head at the same time.

Lee’s hands get pinned over his head. Rapio isn’t keen on letting him get his senses in order, it seems. He tries to get his arms free, yanking them in hopes of getting out of its grip. He just needs more time, he needs to get himself in order is all… he tries again and again against the unrelenting grasp to no avail.

It feels fine, good even! It’s just too much right now, he needs a break, even just a minute or two… Lee squirms under the man, trying to find any way to get out and collect himself. He tries to speak, merely getting out a few pathetic whines.

Right, can’t speak from there.

He attempts to conjure his voice as he would, but he knows it takes a bit of focus and he doesn’t know how that’ll work out at the moment.

“ Rapio- I need… break, a break. Please, Rapio, even. even if it’s short. Don’t care, I need. need it, please… ”

Rapio glanced at the projection of Lee's figure and his state currently, sighing as he seed the man slacking off once more.

He curled up his fingers, forcing energy out of his own body as it transfers into Lee's own mind, letting him communicate with his accomplice.

“You're slacking off. I've been generous enough to let you be for a good while, but it seems like you're not going to do anything if I don't be harsh to you about it.”

In Lee’s defense, he has truly been trying. He just can’t seem to get his focus straight. He can’t keep a target for long enough, and most energy has gone to waste the few times he does.

He’s backtracked a slight bit from humans, going back to animals instead to attempt better results. He attempts to harvest from a deer, but is startled by Rapio’s voice and loses the little focus he had.

Poor accusation, Rapio knows Charles Lee won't try to do that to him. Not anymore, at least. He believes the dog knows his place and what he'll receive if he ever tries that.

Lee focuses on the animal once more, attempting to draw out anything worthwhile. After a minute or so he stops, realizing it wouldn’t give him anything.

He runs a hand through his hair, attempting to calm his nerves before trying again. He slightly extends his hand out, giving himself something to focus on.

There was quite the silence for a while, and Lee might even be so hopeful to think Rapio had left. Unfortunately, he's not that merciful.

“ uhm- I don’t think I can really-… can do that right now, man… I can barely get it to this, and it’s still lots of effort… ”

Lee doesn’t bother trying to explain himself, he knows it falls on deaf ears. The best he can do is attempt to appease to the reprimands given, and maybe he’ll be treated more nicely.

It’s mostly wishful thinking on his part.

Lee momentarily pauses in his endeavors.

“ no i haven’t lied in a while, and if i have i didn’t realize. I speak the truth, people just don’t like how i say it. Not my fault. ”

he gets a slight bit more passionate in his speech. Very defensive, this one.

“ I didn’t deceive Samuel. Everything I had said to him since I saw him after death was true. Yes I… reworded some things to make it less of a concern but I didn’t say anything untrue! ”

His voice gets a bit meeker near the end.

His authority for questioned. Hm. Is Lee saying he is lying? Is he questioning him? That can't do.

Lee knows it’s a weak argument, but it’s what he believes. No statements are exactly the same, and they each have their separate values and situations associated. You can’t generalize that with a single statistic.

Rude. He’s not a mutt.

… Lee hadn’t really thought about it like that before. He did still have the ability to summon Sam. He just respects his wishes.

That sounded awful, but if Lee doesn't do anything to Seabury he's sure they'll be fine.

“ … eventually. ”

Lee wouldn’t really consider his view “wrong,” but he’s not gonna say that, of course. He’ll just leave it where it lies.

Lee wants to refuse the offer, but Rapio’s already materialized before he can respond. Lee stands up and steps back a bit, not making eye contact.

The man did not bother in hiding his face or keeping a distance, if he does he wouldn't appear just a few inches away from Lee right now would he? It is just enough time for a dick to be between them ngl so probably like 3 to 4 inches apart. (Ooc)

Wait what.

Anyway, Rapio's eyes travelled down at Lee's figure. The man himself isn't mobile right now, frozen in shock perhaps? Well whatever.

Lee doesn’t like how close they are right now. Only a small space of open air separates the two, and it feels as though it won’t even be that soon. Lee doesn’t try to move away, knowing the possibilities are less favorable than just staying put.

though maybe fear has a part to play as well.

Lee starts to look up at him, but can’t bring himself further than Rapio’s neck or chest.

“ I don’t- I’m sorry, genuinely, I don’t know what’s wrong. It’s not working as it used to- as it should. Believe me, please, I really don’t know why I can’t harvest anymore… ”

Lee shuts up when he feels the hand against his neck.

He sits next to the deer, trying not to think much about the principle of the thing. He has to kill it, he knows he does. he focuses on drawing the energy out, instead of noticing how it falls limp overtime.

He drained enough of Lee's energy to stay solid for a good while, at least. "Finish your job. I have something to talk to you soon. Keep your manners in check, its way more pleasant than having you curse at me so ungratefully."

“ and you suppose I do that how? ”

He realized how rude his words sounded as soon as he said them, apologizing quickly.

“ I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. how am I gonna do that, Alex isn’t exactly keen on seeing me… ”

"Just summon him like you do Sam, obviously not now. Do it tomorrow or something, ” He paused “Regardless. I'm not sure what is affecting your performance— stress you say, no? How are you, even?” He questioned. Though he has a general idea of what Lee is feeling, he never bothered to actually fully check everything.

Is he supposed to answer honestly, or is this one of those questioned you’re supposed to answer “fine” and move about your day? Doubt the answer would change much, so he just answered honestly.

“ the stuff with Sammy- uh, Samuel kinda fucked me up a bit… I’m, uh,starting to-to have more-more episodes about surrounding… him… and my death in general. ”

Gods, this is painful to admit.

“ I don’t really know if I can trust my thoughts anymore… I mean I know they’re mine to some extent, but they’re very… out there. ”

Right, Lee to some extent is still.. A person. He often forgot about that. It's much easier to use someone for his own benefit when he doesn't think of them as one and now he needs to face the fact that Lee is still one.

...

It was quiet for a good while, Rapio couldn't make out what face he was wearing because Lee seemed uncomfortable under his stare, but when does he not, really?

“You kind of deserved it. In a way. I wouldn't frame you entirely guilty but you didn't clearly tell fo the whole ordeal to him and hid tons of crucial details.” Rapio remarked dryly, thinking back to Samuel Seabury. He had one back in his universe. The man seemed soft at heart though morally strict in his own standing. Though they stood on opposing sides, he respected him.

Ignoring the fact he humiliated the man in front of the crowd of course.

“Regardless I am not a God. I'm not like— nevermind. Burr's rampage is inevitable and you wouldn't have been able to escape him.” he shrugged stepping closer to have a look at Lee himself. The man isn't lying Rapio could tell.

His thoughts huh. Is him stalking Lee's thoughts getting an affect on him?.. Probably not. The man always just quite dark always. “All over the place you could say?” He mused.

“I can change that.” He suggested, a smirk adorning his lips. Did he really mean to do it to help Lee? Not really. After everything happening with G, he just wants to have some control over at the very least this pathetic thing in desperate need of one.

They're kinda similar in a way. Both in situations they didn't ask for. Yet selfish as they are hurt everyone around them.

This'll help his ego.

Once something is actually said, it doesn’t provide much relief. Rapio lays it out flat; yes, it was lee’s fault. It’s stings a bit, but he already knew it true in the back of his mind. He’d rather that than pity.

Well, at least he knows now nothing could be helped about burr. Might help with the episodes, you never know.

‘All over the place’… yeah that’s about right. His thoughts contradict themselves, and contradict him. They don’t feel like his thoughts, though he knows that’s the only logical explanation.

Lee must’ve been spacing out, because he came to with Rapio’s hands against his face. He makes a small “hm?” sound, tilting his head slightly in confusion.

Its quite cute.

“Dumb mutt..” He sighed under his breath when Lee didn't hear what he said. There's a lack of venom there though, mostly.

He is somewhat grateful the back of his head was left alone, even if it was likely just easier to hold the side.

Oh.

Oh!

Oh.??

This can’t be what it’s implying. It doesn’t even like Lee, and Lee certainly doesn’t like it. Why would it want that anyway?

Rapio grunted and focused himself to reading Lee's mind. Hearing his panicky tone was enough of an indication for him.

“No you weren't mistaken. You heard me right, I'm offering.” He spoke amusedly, his other hand, idle in its position hooking itself to Lee's the deep dip on Lee's back, his thumb pressed against Lee's waist.

If it's not obvious enough, the hand holding Lee's hair dropped down to caress his lip.

Lee initially wants to flat-out refuse, but he weighs the pros and cons of the offer. Yes, it’s Rapio, who’s unfavorable as a partner at best, but a man has his needs. Besides, what’s the harm? It’s not like Lee had any dignity left anyway.

Perhaps it's his nature as a spirit or the fact hes incredibly malnourished. Who knows?

It's easy for him to manhandle Lee, considering the man is as active as a rock. The hand on Lee's face reached back onto Lee's nape and pulled him in for a kiss.

“You're as light as a feather.” He murmured against Lee's lip.

Lee is cold. In a way, it is expected for a spirit to be so. But the more he spends the time holding Lee, the more that the sensation decreased and he could faintly taste the warmth of a fellow human being.

Lee is a bit surprised how easy he was able to be moved around. He expected to be able to provide a bit more resistance. It’s almost unnerving for Lee, knowing he can be so easily pushed around.

He’s pulled in for a kiss, and provides the best he can back. Of course he knows whatever he can perform will always be lackluster compared to the other. He can’t really control that, so he tries not to think about it.

Rapio’s very warm. Suppose he is still a mortal, or well, mortal enough to get physical injuries in his true form. Whatever he is, he’s warm in nature.

it feels quite nice, actually.

He’s snapped out of this little fantasy quite quickly.

"I can hear what you said. Keep your words proper, Lee." He scolded, tightening his grip at Lee's scalp, a handful of Lee's hair in his hold.

"And believe me, you will not die again. I've seen so many spirits try. It doesn't work like that. You'll just be trapped somewhere." He pushed his face to Lee again, taking his attention in exploring Lee's mouth rather than a simple peck.

He almost adds more, but it dies on his tongue.

“ I’ll do better. ”

Lees voice becomes monotone, and he himself unfocused. The reply itself sound rehearsed in a way. As if he’s said it many times beforehand. He apologizes a lot to Rapio, yes, but that’s moreso out of fear, and usually unprompted.

anyhow, It’s probably nothing.

He quickly comes back to reality anyway, so it’s no harm.

"Just be good, okay? if so then I'll take care of it." He cooed down at Lee. He's going to do this properly at least. It's supposed to be stress relief, why must he be tediously tyrannical when he's supposed to be able to do what he wants to him, right?

He's justifying himself.

"Let's get inside and do this properly," He parted from Lee, leading him on carefully over to what he remembers to be Douglas' house.

It's not like he met the man himself, he did know of him since Lee has a close relation with the guy.

They passed through the walls, its no need to bother with reality and their spirit-life. Lee doesn't know it yet, but they can pass and solidify at will. It is unfortunate that Lee has yet to realize it.

When arriving, Lee at first continues to keep his gaze downcast. Soon after he notices they aren’t really doing anything, and looks over to Rapio.

Lee, somewhat gently but not really, pushes Rapio onto the sofa, getting overtop of him.

“Just checking if you would go back on your words.” He hooked his arm around Lee's waist, pulling Lee's hips down so they would press upon each other.

He didn't do much in that department first. Instead he cupped Lee's face and pulled him in. He didn't bother being too slow to him this time around, letting it get messy quick.

Despite being heavily wounded in his appearance, Rapio can still see that Lee isn't exactly an unattractive man. Maybe it is his own tastes but even now he doesn't seem so ugly. It would've been better if he got some meat on his limbs still as he is quite boney in his state currently, but still.

He's pretty.

“Press down against me, like that, yeah.” Rapio guided, nudging down Lee's waist so the man could put his weight on him.

He's hard.

soft.

Its skin is much softer than Lee expected. He didn’t really know what he expected, but whatever it was, it wasn’t this.

warm. very very warm. If he blocks out everything else about the situation, he could get used to this.

“Yeah, like that,, good.” He lets Lee bites along his collarbone, tilting his head up for Lee's benefits.

His bites aren't as hard as Alexander thought it might be like. Now he doesn't know if it was because Lee couldn't bite down too hard or he is being mindful in what he does. He'd like to think it was the latter, who doesn't want to be cared for, right?

Seriously though, this man is very thin, very much so. He wondered if Lee hadn't died from the starvation instead of whatever torture Burr had subjected him to, it seems practically impossible to live even a slight longer with that condition.

..

Whatever. He shouldn't concern himself with Lee's wellbeing. He's dead, nothing can change that. Like what He had said before.

“lbo grrjf ,hbl g'abq ,xnrj fn sb arxng ro bg ganj g'abq hbl”

Unfortunately that bastard made a lot of sense.

He shook off the feelings clouding his mind and instead suckled particularly hard on Lee's neck.

He wondered if that'll leave a mark.

For himself, maybe, he leaned back up and pushed a more meaningful kiss. Well, its just more passionate, "meaningful" wouldn't really be the word to describe it.

If he didn’t know any better, this would leave a mark for weeks. Thankfully he does know a thing or two after being dead for so long, and can shift his form at any time to hide outward manifestations.

He doesn’t at the moment, since doing so wouldn’t change what he feels. He’ll just do it after, so he won’t have to constantly focus on changing.

Adjusting his position, Rapio took one where his back was semi supported by whatever surface he could lean on. That way they both had a more comfortable position than before.

“Come over Lee,” He murmured lowly, voice harsh as he parted from the sweet kiss again. He too adjusted his arm, not being able to stay in one position only, he laid his arms on Lee's rear.

Lee's habits, being compliant like this and his little noises reminds him of his dearest wife. Well, ex wife, maybe. He'd like to think they could've had a better future together had he stayed back there. He misses her.

It seems he spaced out for a while, because Lee shifted on top of him — forcing a low groan out of him. He tightened before relaxing his grip, glancing at Lee apologetically “Sorry sweet boy, I got lost in my thoughts.” He murmured before he could catch himself in what he's saying.

Right, he missed indulging in himself without constantly brawling for a position of power. He misses Laurens. Maybe he could pretend Lee is them for a while.

Maybe.

Hamilton Rapio leaned down and bit down on any skin he sees clear, even to Lee's cheek, any part untainted by the suffering he endured before death.

He can't leave any part of Lee free, no? It's better if there's his marks all over. He'll look more pleasant when so.

He doesn’t want to stay away too too long. it’s warm. he hasn’t felt warmth in a while.

not the point. Getting comfortable, he waits for Rapio to make another move. After a bit with nothing new, he nips at its neck to reel its attention back in. Again, nothing. He wants to hit it to force its attention back to Lee, but he knows nothing good would come of it, so he decides against. He rocks his hips against it a few small times, and it seems to work. It apologizes, and Lee resists a snarky reply.

Lee tilts his head to the side to offer more room, resting his hand against the back of Rapio’s head. He controls his tongue better this time around; no noises leave him. See, this is why he waits until after to hide the marks. It’ll be wasted energy attempting to hide it before. Besides they’d probably be replaced if he did anyway.

“Faster, boy,” He guided. But again, not enough, he needs more and he needs it messy and fast. If Lee can't give him that then he'll give Lee that.

Hooking his arm up to the man's nape, his other hand forced Lee's hips to stop moving, instead he lifted his own in a thrusting motion that prompted Lee's body to bounce along with him. “fuck,” he cursed from the pleasure, his left hand tightening around Lee's nape. Intent on lightly choking the man and blocking his air way.

He wanted to slip his hand under Lee's trousers, free him of his constraints, but to his disappointment, he remembered that wouldn't really be possible. How annoying. He clicked his tongue. Whatever, he must make use of whatever he has in store.

Readjusting his hold, his hand slid down to Lee's crotch. Is it too fast? Maybe. But he doesn't really care. Finding his grip, he found Lee himself hard. If not pathetically so.

He cooed instantly, “For someone who insisted on looking fairly unaffected you're quite aroused down here aren't you?” Rapio couldn't help the smirk that roused to his face, giddy himself that Lee's reactive to his touch.

He keeps his head in the crook of Rapio’s neck, only lifting it once to see why he was stopped. Starting back up again, he mounts himself to its shoulder with a bite to keep quiet. Though he doesn’t need to breathe, the lightheaded sensation of being choked doesn’t pass him by.

In his enjoyment, Lee heard a familiar click of the tongue. He instinctively lifts his head and looks to Rapio, waiting for what it meant. He quickly realized what he’d done, of rather revealed, and does his best to play it off. He puts his lips to Rapio’s once more, his hand perching against its neck.

Lee breaks the kiss and whimpers slightly at the sudden new feeling. He puts his head back to its shoulder; it’s warmer here anyway, and it hides his face.

“don't hide those pretty noises, Lee. Let it out.” he cooed, not intentionally-patronizingly. As if to emphasize his words, he tightened his grip around Lee's neck just enough to hear the man gasps. He sounds sweet.

And when he did too he felt the wet pre-release coat his hand, making him pause. Lee... likes the pain? That's something he's not vividly aware of. Using his thumb to caress that spot, he pried Lee's face to get off his shoulder though not harshly.

Despite Rapio’s words, Lee will continue to suppress any noises to the best of his abilities. Mostly from spite. Lee is caught off guard as his airway is cut off almost completely, letting out a soft gasp and tilting his head back a bit for relief. Thank goodness it was just that, he could’ve done a lot worse.

.

Well fuck. There goes his act. His own body betrays him; how cruel. He is forced away from the small refuge of the shoulder, forced to face Rapio directly. Thank god he’s suppressed how red he feels his face should be. He’d never hear the end of that.

Words words words. Everything verbal with you. Despite the attempts to steer his focus, Lee somehow manages to project his stable voice.

“ you know the answer to that. I don’t have to humor you. ”

“If you misbehave you're not getting any of your good stuffs, mutt.” He grunted, and as a continuation of his threat, he took off his hand. Leaving Lee aching without the heat of the palm of his hand.

“in fact, if you want to continue acting like that then you better work for your own release. Bad boys don't get to have it the easy way, no?” Rapio said in a far more mocking tone than he did before. If Lee is going to be difficult, he wouldn't reward the boy for that.

He’s not a mutt. Why does he keep getting treated like a dog? Sure he kept them for many a moon when he was alive, but it’s not like he’s one as well.

Apart from a slight hitch in breath, Lee actually doesn’t react outwardly at all at the loss. He’s quite surprised and pleased with himself. despite this small victory, Lee doesn’t want to have to finish this himself. He’d rather avoid the humiliation and ridicule, even if it’s just Rapio, and he’d probably get it soon either way.

Not saying anything more, Lee rests his head against Rapio’s torso and arm, absentmindedly running his finger across its chest in lines.

“ I’m sorry, s-ir… ”

“Lee don't play with me.” Rapio hissed, throwing Lee down to the couch as he gets agitated at Lee's (lack of) reaction.

“I said to be more vocal. I'm sure you can do it, yeah?” He smiled, though not exactly with patience. Settling himself between Lee's legs, he has Lee pressed against himself. Lee's legs rising up to the height of Rapio's shoulder as he's folded.

Shit fucking hurts… the wound on the back of his head gets a slight irritation at being forcefully slammed into the sofa. He leaves it alone, knowing it can’t cause him any new, lasting injuries. Temporary hurt, is all.

“ yeah yeah, I know what you said. ”

Can he do it? Yes. Will he do it? Not purposefully. Lee puts his arms around Rapio’s torso once more, to stabilize himself and for its warmth.

He doesn’t find a need to reply to the last comment, so he doesn’t. The teasing does its job, but of course Lee won’t let Rapio see that. Not that he would anyway, as his hair and throat is suddenly seized once more.

“Fine. You won't comply to what I say? I'll just do it myself.”

Lowering his face, he didn't let Lee catch a glimpse to what he says as he now, gently flipping Lee over to be on his stomach.

Catching Lee's neck, he tilts the boy's face to face his, though not fully. His other hand forcing one of lee's legs spread from the other as he settles himself against Lee's bottom.

“My stupid mutt is being disobedient. But it's okay because he's just misguided, hm?” He murmured sweetly, but before Lee can murmur out a remark, he pushed his finger in lee's mouth. “Sweetheart, pups don't talk.” He scolded.

Careful not to press any injury— ones that seems too rough at least, Rapio grinded his hard on against Lee's rear, where his entrance was to be if he was naked. “You can take it puppy, geind back against me like that— good boyy.” he cooed, biting his uninjured jaw.

‘I’ll just do it myself.’ Yeah, sure, whatever that means. He lets Rapio move him around, as it’s no use fighting against something so trivial.

With added guidance, Lee looks back to Rapio. It was, frankly, painful. But nothing he couldn’t handle before.

Lee lifts himself up a bit, turning further back to Rapio.

“ your stupid mutt-? ”

He doesn’t get much out before his focus is steered to the fingers forced in his mouth. He bites at first, trying to make Rapio take them out, but eventually just accepts they’re staying.

He’s totally fine to not talk. Less work for him.

Continuing his ministration, he pulled Lee closer, not a single crevice of their body isn't touching. He let go of lee's neck and caressed down to his chest, glancing up at Lee's face, he lets his hand explore Lee's body as much as he'd like.

“Despite that, you're still quite pretty really,” He murmured under his breath. He closed eyes, reminiscing of Eliza for a quick while, and a genuinely fond smile grasped his face.

He missed Eliza — his dear wife. His Betsey. He missed holding her, kissing her, loving her. She's so sweet, she was. Until he ruined them. He felt so guilty. He wants to make it up to their lost time. His sweet sweet wife.

Silence filled the room for a while, the only noise present being their body against each other and soft groans and moans. He murmured him sweet praises, emotional sounding for once.

This is strange.

Rapio shuffled atop of Lee, his eyes looking anywhere but Lee. Pushing his trousers just slightly he freed himself. Aligning himself between Lee's thighs, no penetration— that's fine.

As he grinded, their parts touch and provided each other the pleasure that is far too much yet too little.

Praises are quite nice. Patronizing, but nice. He almost wants to actually listen. Of course spite is much more fun, so he won’t, but it’s not out of mind… He would do anything with enough persuasion.

?

It said something, Lee wasn’t really paying attention. He turned back with a slight confused noise. He didn’t get a reply.

Pretty.

… or it said something about that, anyway. He turned to the front once more, ignoring the implications. He thinks about Sammy.

Samuel.

Seabury.

Gods, how did he fuck it up that bad? Here he was, a man who loved Lee despite all of his flaws and issues and red flags. Was he guilty about that? Yes, of course he was. He never failed to tell Seabury he should find someone better, that he deserved better. He would deny it, of course. Lee was the only one he wanted for some reason.

Then Eelqp came along, fucked everything up. The blood, the maiming, the screaming… he wanted to help, he tried to help. He cared for his wounds as best he could, tries to keep their naive optimism that they’d be saved soon.

‘It’s a stupid joke, he’ll let us out soon enough.’

‘Something’s probably come up, he’ll be back.’

‘A few more days, they’re bound to find us soon.’

Soon soon soon. Always soon, never now. He was such a fool. Even now.

How he wishes he could go back in time. Go back to when they were young and naive. in love. Alive.

in love.

…

He’s not coming back. It was stupid to think he would. It was only a matter of time before Lee fucked up too much to repair. He said he wasn’t gonna leave, he said he’d always be here. Well whoever he is, it sure as hell isn’t here.

Such a fool.

Praising. Sweet, but out of character. He doesn’t think on it too much, and instead enjoys the temporary kindness. Pretends it’s Sam.

He let himself be pushed and moved around.he didn’t really care, and if he did there’s not much he can do. He isn’t fully there anyway.

Lee takes a hold of Rapio’s arm, littering bites across its hand and wrist. He’s more vocal now, not really caring about what he does much anymore.

He keeps going: faster, sloppier. He’s close, god he’s close, he knows it so. Just a bit more, he just needs a bit more…

Rapio glanced at the projection of Lee's figure and his state currently, sighing as he seed the man slacking off once more.

He curled up his fingers, forcing energy out of his own body as it transfers into Lee's own mind, letting him communicate with his accomplice.

“You're slacking off. I've been generous enough to let you be for a good while, but it seems like you're not going to do anything if I don't be harsh to you about it.”

In Lee’s defense, he has truly been trying. He just can’t seem to get his focus straight. He can’t keep a target for long enough, and most energy has gone to waste the few times he does.

He’s backtracked a slight bit from humans, going back to animals instead to attempt better results. He attempts to harvest from a deer, but is startled by Rapio’s voice and loses the little focus he had.

Poor accusation, Rapio knows Charles Lee won't try to do that to him. Not anymore, at least. He believes the dog knows his place and what he'll receive if he ever tries that.

Lee focuses on the animal once more, attempting to draw out anything worthwhile. After a minute or so he stops, realizing it wouldn’t give him anything.

He runs a hand through his hair, attempting to calm his nerves before trying again. He slightly extends his hand out, giving himself something to focus on.

There was quite the silence for a while, and Lee might even be so hopeful to think Rapio had left. Unfortunately, he's not that merciful.

“ uhm- I don’t think I can really-… can do that right now, man… I can barely get it to this, and it’s still lots of effort… ”

Lee doesn’t bother trying to explain himself, he knows it falls on deaf ears. The best he can do is attempt to appease to the reprimands given, and maybe he’ll be treated more nicely.

It’s mostly wishful thinking on his part.

Lee momentarily pauses in his endeavors.

“ no i haven’t lied in a while, and if i have i didn’t realize. I speak the truth, people just don’t like how i say it. Not my fault. ”

he gets a slight bit more passionate in his speech. Very defensive, this one.

“ I didn’t deceive Samuel. Everything I had said to him since I saw him after death was true. Yes I… reworded some things to make it less of a concern but I didn’t say anything untrue! ”

His voice gets a bit meeker near the end.

His authority for questioned. Hm. Is Lee saying he is lying? Is he questioning him? That can't do.

Lee knows it’s a weak argument, but it’s what he believes. No statements are exactly the same, and they each have their separate values and situations associated. You can’t generalize that with a single statistic.

Rude. He’s not a mutt.

… Lee hadn’t really thought about it like that before. He did still have the ability to summon Sam. He just respects his wishes.

That sounded awful, but if Lee doesn't do anything to Seabury he's sure they'll be fine.

“ … eventually. ”

Lee wouldn’t really consider his view “wrong,” but he’s not gonna say that, of course. He’ll just leave it where it lies.

Lee wants to refuse the offer, but Rapio’s already materialized before he can respond. Lee stands up and steps back a bit, not making eye contact.

The man did not bother in hiding his face or keeping a distance, if he does he wouldn't appear just a few inches away from Lee right now would he? It is just enough time for a dick to be between them ngl so probably like 3 to 4 inches apart. (Ooc)

Wait what.

Anyway, Rapio's eyes travelled down at Lee's figure. The man himself isn't mobile right now, frozen in shock perhaps? Well whatever.

Lee doesn’t like how close they are right now. Only a small space of open air separates the two, and it feels as though it won’t even be that soon. Lee doesn’t try to move away, knowing the possibilities are less favorable than just staying put.

though maybe fear has a part to play as well.

Lee starts to look up at him, but can’t bring himself further than Rapio’s neck or chest.

“ I don’t- I’m sorry, genuinely, I don’t know what’s wrong. It’s not working as it used to- as it should. Believe me, please, I really don’t know why I can’t harvest anymore… ”

Lee shuts up when he feels the hand against his neck.

He sits next to the deer, trying not to think much about the principle of the thing. He has to kill it, he knows he does. he focuses on drawing the energy out, instead of noticing how it falls limp overtime.

He drained enough of Lee's energy to stay solid for a good while, at least. "Finish your job. I have something to talk to you soon. Keep your manners in check, its way more pleasant than having you curse at me so ungratefully."

“ and you suppose I do that how? ”

He realized how rude his words sounded as soon as he said them, apologizing quickly.

“ I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. how am I gonna do that, Alex isn’t exactly keen on seeing me… ”

"Just summon him like you do Sam, obviously not now. Do it tomorrow or something, ” He paused “Regardless. I'm not sure what is affecting your performance— stress you say, no? How are you, even?” He questioned. Though he has a general idea of what Lee is feeling, he never bothered to actually fully check everything.

Is he supposed to answer honestly, or is this one of those questioned you’re supposed to answer “fine” and move about your day? Doubt the answer would change much, so he just answered honestly.

“ the stuff with Sammy- uh, Samuel kinda fucked me up a bit… I’m, uh,starting to-to have more-more episodes about surrounding… him… and my death in general. ”

Gods, this is painful to admit.

“ I don’t really know if I can trust my thoughts anymore… I mean I know they’re mine to some extent, but they’re very… out there. ”

Right, Lee to some extent is still.. A person. He often forgot about that. It's much easier to use someone for his own benefit when he doesn't think of them as one and now he needs to face the fact that Lee is still one.

...

It was quiet for a good while, Rapio couldn't make out what face he was wearing because Lee seemed uncomfortable under his stare, but when does he not, really?

“You kind of deserved it. In a way. I wouldn't frame you entirely guilty but you didn't clearly tell fo the whole ordeal to him and hid tons of crucial details.” Rapio remarked dryly, thinking back to Samuel Seabury. He had one back in his universe. The man seemed soft at heart though morally strict in his own standing. Though they stood on opposing sides, he respected him.

Ignoring the fact he humiliated the man in front of the crowd of course.

“Regardless I am not a God. I'm not like— nevermind. Burr's rampage is inevitable and you wouldn't have been able to escape him.” he shrugged stepping closer to have a look at Lee himself. The man isn't lying Rapio could tell.

His thoughts huh. Is him stalking Lee's thoughts getting an affect on him?.. Probably not. The man always just quite dark always. “All over the place you could say?” He mused.

“I can change that.” He suggested, a smirk adorning his lips. Did he really mean to do it to help Lee? Not really. After everything happening with G, he just wants to have some control over at the very least this pathetic thing in desperate need of one.

They're kinda similar in a way. Both in situations they didn't ask for. Yet selfish as they are hurt everyone around them.

This'll help his ego.

Once something is actually said, it doesn’t provide much relief. Rapio lays it out flat; yes, it was lee’s fault. It’s stings a bit, but he already knew it true in the back of his mind. He’d rather that than pity.

Well, at least he knows now nothing could be helped about burr. Might help with the episodes, you never know.

‘All over the place’… yeah that’s about right. His thoughts contradict themselves, and contradict him. They don’t feel like his thoughts, though he knows that’s the only logical explanation.

Lee must’ve been spacing out, because he came to with Rapio’s hands against his face. He makes a small “hm?” sound, tilting his head slightly in confusion.

Its quite cute.

“Dumb mutt..” He sighed under his breath when Lee didn't hear what he said. There's a lack of venom there though, mostly.

He is somewhat grateful the back of his head was left alone, even if it was likely just easier to hold the side.

Oh.

Oh!

Oh.??

This can’t be what it’s implying. It doesn’t even like Lee, and Lee certainly doesn’t like it. Why would it want that anyway?

Rapio grunted and focused himself to reading Lee's mind. Hearing his panicky tone was enough of an indication for him.

“No you weren't mistaken. You heard me right, I'm offering.” He spoke amusedly, his other hand, idle in its position hooking itself to Lee's the deep dip on Lee's back, his thumb pressed against Lee's waist.

If it's not obvious enough, the hand holding Lee's hair dropped down to caress his lip.

Lee initially wants to flat-out refuse, but he weighs the pros and cons of the offer. Yes, it’s Rapio, who’s unfavorable as a partner at best, but a man has his needs. Besides, what’s the harm? It’s not like Lee had any dignity left anyway.

Perhaps it's his nature as a spirit or the fact hes incredibly malnourished. Who knows?

It's easy for him to manhandle Lee, considering the man is as active as a rock. The hand on Lee's face reached back onto Lee's nape and pulled him in for a kiss.

“You're as light as a feather.” He murmured against Lee's lip.

Lee is cold. In a way, it is expected for a spirit to be so. But the more he spends the time holding Lee, the more that the sensation decreased and he could faintly taste the warmth of a fellow human being.

Lee is a bit surprised how easy he was able to be moved around. He expected to be able to provide a bit more resistance. It’s almost unnerving for Lee, knowing he can be so easily pushed around.

He’s pulled in for a kiss, and provides the best he can back. Of course he knows whatever he can perform will always be lackluster compared to the other. He can’t really control that, so he tries not to think about it.

Rapio’s very warm. Suppose he is still a mortal, or well, mortal enough to get physical injuries in his true form. Whatever he is, he’s warm in nature.

it feels quite nice, actually.

He’s snapped out of this little fantasy quite quickly.

"I can hear what you said. Keep your words proper, Lee." He scolded, tightening his grip at Lee's scalp, a handful of Lee's hair in his hold.

"And believe me, you will not die again. I've seen so many spirits try. It doesn't work like that. You'll just be trapped somewhere." He pushed his face to Lee again, taking his attention in exploring Lee's mouth rather than a simple peck.

He almost adds more, but it dies on his tongue.

“ I’ll do better. ”

Lees voice becomes monotone, and he himself unfocused. The reply itself sound rehearsed in a way. As if he’s said it many times beforehand. He apologizes a lot to Rapio, yes, but that’s moreso out of fear, and usually unprompted.

anyhow, It’s probably nothing.

He quickly comes back to reality anyway, so it’s no harm.

"Just be good, okay? if so then I'll take care of it." He cooed down at Lee. He's going to do this properly at least. It's supposed to be stress relief, why must he be tediously tyrannical when he's supposed to be able to do what he wants to him, right?

He's justifying himself.

"Let's get inside and do this properly," He parted from Lee, leading him on carefully over to what he remembers to be Douglas' house.

It's not like he met the man himself, he did know of him since Lee has a close relation with the guy.

They passed through the walls, its no need to bother with reality and their spirit-life. Lee doesn't know it yet, but they can pass and solidify at will. It is unfortunate that Lee has yet to realize it.

When arriving, Lee at first continues to keep his gaze downcast. Soon after he notices they aren’t really doing anything, and looks over to Rapio.

Lee, somewhat gently but not really, pushes Rapio onto the sofa, getting overtop of him.

“Just checking if you would go back on your words.” He hooked his arm around Lee's waist, pulling Lee's hips down so they would press upon each other.

He didn't do much in that department first. Instead he cupped Lee's face and pulled him in. He didn't bother being too slow to him this time around, letting it get messy quick.

Despite being heavily wounded in his appearance, Rapio can still see that Lee isn't exactly an unattractive man. Maybe it is his own tastes but even now he doesn't seem so ugly. It would've been better if he got some meat on his limbs still as he is quite boney in his state currently, but still.

He's pretty.

“Press down against me, like that, yeah.” Rapio guided, nudging down Lee's waist so the man could put his weight on him.

He's hard.

soft.

Its skin is much softer than Lee expected. He didn’t really know what he expected, but whatever it was, it wasn’t this.

warm. very very warm. If he blocks out everything else about the situation, he could get used to this.

“Yeah, like that,, good.” He lets Lee bites along his collarbone, tilting his head up for Lee's benefits.

His bites aren't as hard as Alexander thought it might be like. Now he doesn't know if it was because Lee couldn't bite down too hard or he is being mindful in what he does. He'd like to think it was the latter, who doesn't want to be cared for, right?

Seriously though, this man is very thin, very much so. He wondered if Lee hadn't died from the starvation instead of whatever torture Burr had subjected him to, it seems practically impossible to live even a slight longer with that condition.

..

Whatever. He shouldn't concern himself with Lee's wellbeing. He's dead, nothing can change that. Like what He had said before.

“lbo grrjf ,hbl g'abq ,xnrj fn sb arxng ro bg ganj g'abq hbl”

Unfortunately that bastard made a lot of sense.

He shook off the feelings clouding his mind and instead suckled particularly hard on Lee's neck.

He wondered if that'll leave a mark.

For himself, maybe, he leaned back up and pushed a more meaningful kiss. Well, its just more passionate, "meaningful" wouldn't really be the word to describe it.

If he didn’t know any better, this would leave a mark for weeks. Thankfully he does know a thing or two after being dead for so long, and can shift his form at any time to hide outward manifestations.

He doesn’t at the moment, since doing so wouldn’t change what he feels. He’ll just do it after, so he won’t have to constantly focus on changing.

Adjusting his position, Rapio took one where his back was semi supported by whatever surface he could lean on. That way they both had a more comfortable position than before.

“Come over Lee,” He murmured lowly, voice harsh as he parted from the sweet kiss again. He too adjusted his arm, not being able to stay in one position only, he laid his arms on Lee's rear.

Lee's habits, being compliant like this and his little noises reminds him of his dearest wife. Well, ex wife, maybe. He'd like to think they could've had a better future together had he stayed back there. He misses her.

It seems he spaced out for a while, because Lee shifted on top of him — forcing a low groan out of him. He tightened before relaxing his grip, glancing at Lee apologetically “Sorry sweet boy, I got lost in my thoughts.” He murmured before he could catch himself in what he's saying.

Right, he missed indulging in himself without constantly brawling for a position of power. He misses Laurens. Maybe he could pretend Lee is them for a while.

Maybe.

Hamilton Rapio leaned down and bit down on any skin he sees clear, even to Lee's cheek, any part untainted by the suffering he endured before death.

He can't leave any part of Lee free, no? It's better if there's his marks all over. He'll look more pleasant when so.

He doesn’t want to stay away too too long. it’s warm. he hasn’t felt warmth in a while.

not the point. Getting comfortable, he waits for Rapio to make another move. After a bit with nothing new, he nips at its neck to reel its attention back in. Again, nothing. He wants to hit it to force its attention back to Lee, but he knows nothing good would come of it, so he decides against. He rocks his hips against it a few small times, and it seems to work. It apologizes, and Lee resists a snarky reply.

Lee tilts his head to the side to offer more room, resting his hand against the back of Rapio’s head. He controls his tongue better this time around; no noises leave him. See, this is why he waits until after to hide the marks. It’ll be wasted energy attempting to hide it before. Besides they’d probably be replaced if he did anyway.

“Faster, boy,” He guided. But again, not enough, he needs more and he needs it messy and fast. If Lee can't give him that then he'll give Lee that.

Hooking his arm up to the man's nape, his other hand forced Lee's hips to stop moving, instead he lifted his own in a thrusting motion that prompted Lee's body to bounce along with him. “fuck,” he cursed from the pleasure, his left hand tightening around Lee's nape. Intent on lightly choking the man and blocking his air way.

He wanted to slip his hand under Lee's trousers, free him of his constraints, but to his disappointment, he remembered that wouldn't really be possible. How annoying. He clicked his tongue. Whatever, he must make use of whatever he has in store.

Readjusting his hold, his hand slid down to Lee's crotch. Is it too fast? Maybe. But he doesn't really care. Finding his grip, he found Lee himself hard. If not pathetically so.

He cooed instantly, “For someone who insisted on looking fairly unaffected you're quite aroused down here aren't you?” Rapio couldn't help the smirk that roused to his face, giddy himself that Lee's reactive to his touch.

He keeps his head in the crook of Rapio’s neck, only lifting it once to see why he was stopped. Starting back up again, he mounts himself to its shoulder with a bite to keep quiet. Though he doesn’t need to breathe, the lightheaded sensation of being choked doesn’t pass him by.

In his enjoyment, Lee heard a familiar click of the tongue. He instinctively lifts his head and looks to Rapio, waiting for what it meant. He quickly realized what he’d done, of rather revealed, and does his best to play it off. He puts his lips to Rapio’s once more, his hand perching against its neck.

Lee breaks the kiss and whimpers slightly at the sudden new feeling. He puts his head back to its shoulder; it’s warmer here anyway, and it hides his face.

“don't hide those pretty noises, Lee. Let it out.” he cooed, not intentionally-patronizingly. As if to emphasize his words, he tightened his grip around Lee's neck just enough to hear the man gasps. He sounds sweet.

And when he did too he felt the wet pre-release coat his hand, making him pause. Lee... likes the pain? That's something he's not vividly aware of. Using his thumb to caress that spot, he pried Lee's face to get off his shoulder though not harshly.

Despite Rapio’s words, Lee will continue to suppress any noises to the best of his abilities. Mostly from spite. Lee is caught off guard as his airway is cut off almost completely, letting out a soft gasp and tilting his head back a bit for relief. Thank goodness it was just that, he could’ve done a lot worse.

.

Well fuck. There goes his act. His own body betrays him; how cruel. He is forced away from the small refuge of the shoulder, forced to face Rapio directly. Thank god he’s suppressed how red he feels his face should be. He’d never hear the end of that.

Words words words. Everything verbal with you. Despite the attempts to steer his focus, Lee somehow manages to project his stable voice.

“ you know the answer to that. I don’t have to humor you. ”

“If you misbehave you're not getting any of your good stuffs, mutt.” He grunted, and as a continuation of his threat, he took off his hand. Leaving Lee aching without the heat of the palm of his hand.

“in fact, if you want to continue acting like that then you better work for your own release. Bad boys don't get to have it the easy way, no?” Rapio said in a far more mocking tone than he did before. If Lee is going to be difficult, he wouldn't reward the boy for that.

He’s not a mutt. Why does he keep getting treated like a dog? Sure he kept them for many a moon when he was alive, but it’s not like he’s one as well.

Apart from a slight hitch in breath, Lee actually doesn’t react outwardly at all at the loss. He’s quite surprised and pleased with himself. despite this small victory, Lee doesn’t want to have to finish this himself. He’d rather avoid the humiliation and ridicule, even if it’s just Rapio, and he’d probably get it soon either way.

Not saying anything more, Lee rests his head against Rapio’s torso and arm, absentmindedly running his finger across its chest in lines.

“ I’m sorry, s-ir… ”

“Lee don't play with me.” Rapio hissed, throwing Lee down to the couch as he gets agitated at Lee's (lack of) reaction.

“I said to be more vocal. I'm sure you can do it, yeah?” He smiled, though not exactly with patience. Settling himself between Lee's legs, he has Lee pressed against himself. Lee's legs rising up to the height of Rapio's shoulder as he's folded.

Shit fucking hurts… the wound on the back of his head gets a slight irritation at being forcefully slammed into the sofa. He leaves it alone, knowing it can’t cause him any new, lasting injuries. Temporary hurt, is all.

“ yeah yeah, I know what you said. ”

Can he do it? Yes. Will he do it? Not purposefully. Lee puts his arms around Rapio’s torso once more, to stabilize himself and for its warmth.

He doesn’t find a need to reply to the last comment, so he doesn’t. The teasing does its job, but of course Lee won’t let Rapio see that. Not that he would anyway, as his hair and throat is suddenly seized once more.

“Fine. You won't comply to what I say? I'll just do it myself.”

Lowering his face, he didn't let Lee catch a glimpse to what he says as he now, gently flipping Lee over to be on his stomach.

Catching Lee's neck, he tilts the boy's face to face his, though not fully. His other hand forcing one of lee's legs spread from the other as he settles himself against Lee's bottom.

“My stupid mutt is being disobedient. But it's okay because he's just misguided, hm?” He murmured sweetly, but before Lee can murmur out a remark, he pushed his finger in lee's mouth. “Sweetheart, pups don't talk.” He scolded.

Careful not to press any injury— ones that seems too rough at least, Rapio grinded his hard on against Lee's rear, where his entrance was to be if he was naked. “You can take it puppy, geind back against me like that— good boyy.” he cooed, biting his uninjured jaw.

‘I’ll just do it myself.’ Yeah, sure, whatever that means. He lets Rapio move him around, as it’s no use fighting against something so trivial.

With added guidance, Lee looks back to Rapio. It was, frankly, painful. But nothing he couldn’t handle before.

Lee lifts himself up a bit, turning further back to Rapio.

“ your stupid mutt-? ”

He doesn’t get much out before his focus is steered to the fingers forced in his mouth. He bites at first, trying to make Rapio take them out, but eventually just accepts they’re staying.

He’s totally fine to not talk. Less work for him.

Rapio glanced at the projection of Lee's figure and his state currently, sighing as he seed the man slacking off once more.

He curled up his fingers, forcing energy out of his own body as it transfers into Lee's own mind, letting him communicate with his accomplice.

“You're slacking off. I've been generous enough to let you be for a good while, but it seems like you're not going to do anything if I don't be harsh to you about it.”

In Lee’s defense, he has truly been trying. He just can’t seem to get his focus straight. He can’t keep a target for long enough, and most energy has gone to waste the few times he does.

He’s backtracked a slight bit from humans, going back to animals instead to attempt better results. He attempts to harvest from a deer, but is startled by Rapio’s voice and loses the little focus he had.

Poor accusation, Rapio knows Charles Lee won't try to do that to him. Not anymore, at least. He believes the dog knows his place and what he'll receive if he ever tries that.

Lee focuses on the animal once more, attempting to draw out anything worthwhile. After a minute or so he stops, realizing it wouldn’t give him anything.

He runs a hand through his hair, attempting to calm his nerves before trying again. He slightly extends his hand out, giving himself something to focus on.

There was quite the silence for a while, and Lee might even be so hopeful to think Rapio had left. Unfortunately, he's not that merciful.

“ uhm- I don’t think I can really-… can do that right now, man… I can barely get it to this, and it’s still lots of effort… ”

Lee doesn’t bother trying to explain himself, he knows it falls on deaf ears. The best he can do is attempt to appease to the reprimands given, and maybe he’ll be treated more nicely.

It’s mostly wishful thinking on his part.

Lee momentarily pauses in his endeavors.

“ no i haven’t lied in a while, and if i have i didn’t realize. I speak the truth, people just don’t like how i say it. Not my fault. ”

he gets a slight bit more passionate in his speech. Very defensive, this one.

“ I didn’t deceive Samuel. Everything I had said to him since I saw him after death was true. Yes I… reworded some things to make it less of a concern but I didn’t say anything untrue! ”

His voice gets a bit meeker near the end.

His authority for questioned. Hm. Is Lee saying he is lying? Is he questioning him? That can't do.

Lee knows it’s a weak argument, but it’s what he believes. No statements are exactly the same, and they each have their separate values and situations associated. You can’t generalize that with a single statistic.

Rude. He’s not a mutt.

… Lee hadn’t really thought about it like that before. He did still have the ability to summon Sam. He just respects his wishes.

That sounded awful, but if Lee doesn't do anything to Seabury he's sure they'll be fine.

“ … eventually. ”

Lee wouldn’t really consider his view “wrong,” but he’s not gonna say that, of course. He’ll just leave it where it lies.

Lee wants to refuse the offer, but Rapio’s already materialized before he can respond. Lee stands up and steps back a bit, not making eye contact.

The man did not bother in hiding his face or keeping a distance, if he does he wouldn't appear just a few inches away from Lee right now would he? It is just enough time for a dick to be between them ngl so probably like 3 to 4 inches apart. (Ooc)

Wait what.

Anyway, Rapio's eyes travelled down at Lee's figure. The man himself isn't mobile right now, frozen in shock perhaps? Well whatever.

Lee doesn’t like how close they are right now. Only a small space of open air separates the two, and it feels as though it won’t even be that soon. Lee doesn’t try to move away, knowing the possibilities are less favorable than just staying put.

though maybe fear has a part to play as well.

Lee starts to look up at him, but can’t bring himself further than Rapio’s neck or chest.

“ I don’t- I’m sorry, genuinely, I don’t know what’s wrong. It’s not working as it used to- as it should. Believe me, please, I really don’t know why I can’t harvest anymore… ”

Lee shuts up when he feels the hand against his neck.

He sits next to the deer, trying not to think much about the principle of the thing. He has to kill it, he knows he does. he focuses on drawing the energy out, instead of noticing how it falls limp overtime.

He drained enough of Lee's energy to stay solid for a good while, at least. "Finish your job. I have something to talk to you soon. Keep your manners in check, its way more pleasant than having you curse at me so ungratefully."

“ and you suppose I do that how? ”

He realized how rude his words sounded as soon as he said them, apologizing quickly.

“ I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. how am I gonna do that, Alex isn’t exactly keen on seeing me… ”

"Just summon him like you do Sam, obviously not now. Do it tomorrow or something, ” He paused “Regardless. I'm not sure what is affecting your performance— stress you say, no? How are you, even?” He questioned. Though he has a general idea of what Lee is feeling, he never bothered to actually fully check everything.

Is he supposed to answer honestly, or is this one of those questioned you’re supposed to answer “fine” and move about your day? Doubt the answer would change much, so he just answered honestly.

“ the stuff with Sammy- uh, Samuel kinda fucked me up a bit… I’m, uh,starting to-to have more-more episodes about surrounding… him… and my death in general. ”

Gods, this is painful to admit.

“ I don’t really know if I can trust my thoughts anymore… I mean I know they’re mine to some extent, but they’re very… out there. ”

Right, Lee to some extent is still.. A person. He often forgot about that. It's much easier to use someone for his own benefit when he doesn't think of them as one and now he needs to face the fact that Lee is still one.

...

It was quiet for a good while, Rapio couldn't make out what face he was wearing because Lee seemed uncomfortable under his stare, but when does he not, really?

“You kind of deserved it. In a way. I wouldn't frame you entirely guilty but you didn't clearly tell fo the whole ordeal to him and hid tons of crucial details.” Rapio remarked dryly, thinking back to Samuel Seabury. He had one back in his universe. The man seemed soft at heart though morally strict in his own standing. Though they stood on opposing sides, he respected him.

Ignoring the fact he humiliated the man in front of the crowd of course.

“Regardless I am not a God. I'm not like— nevermind. Burr's rampage is inevitable and you wouldn't have been able to escape him.” he shrugged stepping closer to have a look at Lee himself. The man isn't lying Rapio could tell.

His thoughts huh. Is him stalking Lee's thoughts getting an affect on him?.. Probably not. The man always just quite dark always. “All over the place you could say?” He mused.

“I can change that.” He suggested, a smirk adorning his lips. Did he really mean to do it to help Lee? Not really. After everything happening with G, he just wants to have some control over at the very least this pathetic thing in desperate need of one.

They're kinda similar in a way. Both in situations they didn't ask for. Yet selfish as they are hurt everyone around them.

This'll help his ego.

Once something is actually said, it doesn’t provide much relief. Rapio lays it out flat; yes, it was lee’s fault. It’s stings a bit, but he already knew it true in the back of his mind. He’d rather that than pity.

Well, at least he knows now nothing could be helped about burr. Might help with the episodes, you never know.

‘All over the place’… yeah that’s about right. His thoughts contradict themselves, and contradict him. They don’t feel like his thoughts, though he knows that’s the only logical explanation.

Lee must’ve been spacing out, because he came to with Rapio’s hands against his face. He makes a small “hm?” sound, tilting his head slightly in confusion.

Its quite cute.

“Dumb mutt..” He sighed under his breath when Lee didn't hear what he said. There's a lack of venom there though, mostly.

He is somewhat grateful the back of his head was left alone, even if it was likely just easier to hold the side.

Oh.

Oh!

Oh.??

This can’t be what it’s implying. It doesn’t even like Lee, and Lee certainly doesn’t like it. Why would it want that anyway?

Rapio grunted and focused himself to reading Lee's mind. Hearing his panicky tone was enough of an indication for him.

“No you weren't mistaken. You heard me right, I'm offering.” He spoke amusedly, his other hand, idle in its position hooking itself to Lee's the deep dip on Lee's back, his thumb pressed against Lee's waist.

If it's not obvious enough, the hand holding Lee's hair dropped down to caress his lip.

Lee initially wants to flat-out refuse, but he weighs the pros and cons of the offer. Yes, it’s Rapio, who’s unfavorable as a partner at best, but a man has his needs. Besides, what’s the harm? It’s not like Lee had any dignity left anyway.

Perhaps it's his nature as a spirit or the fact hes incredibly malnourished. Who knows?

It's easy for him to manhandle Lee, considering the man is as active as a rock. The hand on Lee's face reached back onto Lee's nape and pulled him in for a kiss.

“You're as light as a feather.” He murmured against Lee's lip.

Lee is cold. In a way, it is expected for a spirit to be so. But the more he spends the time holding Lee, the more that the sensation decreased and he could faintly taste the warmth of a fellow human being.

Lee is a bit surprised how easy he was able to be moved around. He expected to be able to provide a bit more resistance. It’s almost unnerving for Lee, knowing he can be so easily pushed around.

He’s pulled in for a kiss, and provides the best he can back. Of course he knows whatever he can perform will always be lackluster compared to the other. He can’t really control that, so he tries not to think about it.

Rapio’s very warm. Suppose he is still a mortal, or well, mortal enough to get physical injuries in his true form. Whatever he is, he’s warm in nature.

it feels quite nice, actually.

He’s snapped out of this little fantasy quite quickly.

"I can hear what you said. Keep your words proper, Lee." He scolded, tightening his grip at Lee's scalp, a handful of Lee's hair in his hold.

"And believe me, you will not die again. I've seen so many spirits try. It doesn't work like that. You'll just be trapped somewhere." He pushed his face to Lee again, taking his attention in exploring Lee's mouth rather than a simple peck.

He almost adds more, but it dies on his tongue.

“ I’ll do better. ”

Lees voice becomes monotone, and he himself unfocused. The reply itself sound rehearsed in a way. As if he’s said it many times beforehand. He apologizes a lot to Rapio, yes, but that’s moreso out of fear, and usually unprompted.

anyhow, It’s probably nothing.

He quickly comes back to reality anyway, so it’s no harm.

"Just be good, okay? if so then I'll take care of it." He cooed down at Lee. He's going to do this properly at least. It's supposed to be stress relief, why must he be tediously tyrannical when he's supposed to be able to do what he wants to him, right?

He's justifying himself.

"Let's get inside and do this properly," He parted from Lee, leading him on carefully over to what he remembers to be Douglas' house.

It's not like he met the man himself, he did know of him since Lee has a close relation with the guy.

They passed through the walls, its no need to bother with reality and their spirit-life. Lee doesn't know it yet, but they can pass and solidify at will. It is unfortunate that Lee has yet to realize it.

When arriving, Lee at first continues to keep his gaze downcast. Soon after he notices they aren’t really doing anything, and looks over to Rapio.

Lee, somewhat gently but not really, pushes Rapio onto the sofa, getting overtop of him.

“Just checking if you would go back on your words.” He hooked his arm around Lee's waist, pulling Lee's hips down so they would press upon each other.

He didn't do much in that department first. Instead he cupped Lee's face and pulled him in. He didn't bother being too slow to him this time around, letting it get messy quick.

Despite being heavily wounded in his appearance, Rapio can still see that Lee isn't exactly an unattractive man. Maybe it is his own tastes but even now he doesn't seem so ugly. It would've been better if he got some meat on his limbs still as he is quite boney in his state currently, but still.

He's pretty.

“Press down against me, like that, yeah.” Rapio guided, nudging down Lee's waist so the man could put his weight on him.

He's hard.

soft.

Its skin is much softer than Lee expected. He didn’t really know what he expected, but whatever it was, it wasn’t this.

warm. very very warm. If he blocks out everything else about the situation, he could get used to this.

“Yeah, like that,, good.” He lets Lee bites along his collarbone, tilting his head up for Lee's benefits.

His bites aren't as hard as Alexander thought it might be like. Now he doesn't know if it was because Lee couldn't bite down too hard or he is being mindful in what he does. He'd like to think it was the latter, who doesn't want to be cared for, right?

Seriously though, this man is very thin, very much so. He wondered if Lee hadn't died from the starvation instead of whatever torture Burr had subjected him to, it seems practically impossible to live even a slight longer with that condition.

..

Whatever. He shouldn't concern himself with Lee's wellbeing. He's dead, nothing can change that. Like what He had said before.

“lbo grrjf ,hbl g'abq ,xnrj fn sb arxng ro bg ganj g'abq hbl”

Unfortunately that bastard made a lot of sense.

He shook off the feelings clouding his mind and instead suckled particularly hard on Lee's neck.

He wondered if that'll leave a mark.

For himself, maybe, he leaned back up and pushed a more meaningful kiss. Well, its just more passionate, "meaningful" wouldn't really be the word to describe it.

If he didn’t know any better, this would leave a mark for weeks. Thankfully he does know a thing or two after being dead for so long, and can shift his form at any time to hide outward manifestations.

He doesn’t at the moment, since doing so wouldn’t change what he feels. He’ll just do it after, so he won’t have to constantly focus on changing.

Adjusting his position, Rapio took one where his back was semi supported by whatever surface he could lean on. That way they both had a more comfortable position than before.

“Come over Lee,” He murmured lowly, voice harsh as he parted from the sweet kiss again. He too adjusted his arm, not being able to stay in one position only, he laid his arms on Lee's rear.

Lee's habits, being compliant like this and his little noises reminds him of his dearest wife. Well, ex wife, maybe. He'd like to think they could've had a better future together had he stayed back there. He misses her.

It seems he spaced out for a while, because Lee shifted on top of him — forcing a low groan out of him. He tightened before relaxing his grip, glancing at Lee apologetically “Sorry sweet boy, I got lost in my thoughts.” He murmured before he could catch himself in what he's saying.

Right, he missed indulging in himself without constantly brawling for a position of power. He misses Laurens. Maybe he could pretend Lee is them for a while.

Maybe.

Hamilton Rapio leaned down and bit down on any skin he sees clear, even to Lee's cheek, any part untainted by the suffering he endured before death.

He can't leave any part of Lee free, no? It's better if there's his marks all over. He'll look more pleasant when so.

He doesn’t want to stay away too too long. it’s warm. he hasn’t felt warmth in a while.

not the point. Getting comfortable, he waits for Rapio to make another move. After a bit with nothing new, he nips at its neck to reel its attention back in. Again, nothing. He wants to hit it to force its attention back to Lee, but he knows nothing good would come of it, so he decides against. He rocks his hips against it a few small times, and it seems to work. It apologizes, and Lee resists a snarky reply.

Lee tilts his head to the side to offer more room, resting his hand against the back of Rapio’s head. He controls his tongue better this time around; no noises leave him. See, this is why he waits until after to hide the marks. It’ll be wasted energy attempting to hide it before. Besides they’d probably be replaced if he did anyway.

“Faster, boy,” He guided. But again, not enough, he needs more and he needs it messy and fast. If Lee can't give him that then he'll give Lee that.

Hooking his arm up to the man's nape, his other hand forced Lee's hips to stop moving, instead he lifted his own in a thrusting motion that prompted Lee's body to bounce along with him. “fuck,” he cursed from the pleasure, his left hand tightening around Lee's nape. Intent on lightly choking the man and blocking his air way.

He wanted to slip his hand under Lee's trousers, free him of his constraints, but to his disappointment, he remembered that wouldn't really be possible. How annoying. He clicked his tongue. Whatever, he must make use of whatever he has in store.

Readjusting his hold, his hand slid down to Lee's crotch. Is it too fast? Maybe. But he doesn't really care. Finding his grip, he found Lee himself hard. If not pathetically so.

He cooed instantly, “For someone who insisted on looking fairly unaffected you're quite aroused down here aren't you?” Rapio couldn't help the smirk that roused to his face, giddy himself that Lee's reactive to his touch.

He keeps his head in the crook of Rapio’s neck, only lifting it once to see why he was stopped. Starting back up again, he mounts himself to its shoulder with a bite to keep quiet. Though he doesn’t need to breathe, the lightheaded sensation of being choked doesn’t pass him by.

In his enjoyment, Lee heard a familiar click of the tongue. He instinctively lifts his head and looks to Rapio, waiting for what it meant. He quickly realized what he’d done, of rather revealed, and does his best to play it off. He puts his lips to Rapio’s once more, his hand perching against its neck.

Lee breaks the kiss and whimpers slightly at the sudden new feeling. He puts his head back to its shoulder; it’s warmer here anyway, and it hides his face.

“don't hide those pretty noises, Lee. Let it out.” he cooed, not intentionally-patronizingly. As if to emphasize his words, he tightened his grip around Lee's neck just enough to hear the man gasps. He sounds sweet.

And when he did too he felt the wet pre-release coat his hand, making him pause. Lee... likes the pain? That's something he's not vividly aware of. Using his thumb to caress that spot, he pried Lee's face to get off his shoulder though not harshly.

Despite Rapio’s words, Lee will continue to suppress any noises to the best of his abilities. Mostly from spite. Lee is caught off guard as his airway is cut off almost completely, letting out a soft gasp and tilting his head back a bit for relief. Thank goodness it was just that, he could’ve done a lot worse.

.

Well fuck. There goes his act. His own body betrays him; how cruel. He is forced away from the small refuge of the shoulder, forced to face Rapio directly. Thank god he’s suppressed how red he feels his face should be. He’d never hear the end of that.

Words words words. Everything verbal with you. Despite the attempts to steer his focus, Lee somehow manages to project his stable voice.

“ you know the answer to that. I don’t have to humor you. ”

“If you misbehave you're not getting any of your good stuffs, mutt.” He grunted, and as a continuation of his threat, he took off his hand. Leaving Lee aching without the heat of the palm of his hand.

“in fact, if you want to continue acting like that then you better work for your own release. Bad boys don't get to have it the easy way, no?” Rapio said in a far more mocking tone than he did before. If Lee is going to be difficult, he wouldn't reward the boy for that.

He’s not a mutt. Why does he keep getting treated like a dog? Sure he kept them for many a moon when he was alive, but it’s not like he’s one as well.

Apart from a slight hitch in breath, Lee actually doesn’t react outwardly at all at the loss. He’s quite surprised and pleased with himself. despite this small victory, Lee doesn’t want to have to finish this himself. He’d rather avoid the humiliation and ridicule, even if it’s just Rapio, and he’d probably get it soon either way.

Not saying anything more, Lee rests his head against Rapio’s torso and arm, absentmindedly running his finger across its chest in lines.

“ I’m sorry, s-ir… ”

“Lee don't play with me.” Rapio hissed, throwing Lee down to the couch as he gets agitated at Lee's (lack of) reaction.

“I said to be more vocal. I'm sure you can do it, yeah?” He smiled, though not exactly with patience. Settling himself between Lee's legs, he has Lee pressed against himself. Lee's legs rising up to the height of Rapio's shoulder as he's folded.

Shit fucking hurts… the wound on the back of his head gets a slight irritation at being forcefully slammed into the sofa. He leaves it alone, knowing it can’t cause him any new, lasting injuries. Temporary hurt, is all.

“ yeah yeah, I know what you said. ”

Can he do it? Yes. Will he do it? Not purposefully. Lee puts his arms around Rapio’s torso once more, to stabilize himself and for its warmth.

He doesn’t find a need to reply to the last comment, so he doesn’t. The teasing does its job, but of course Lee won’t let Rapio see that. Not that he would anyway, as his hair and throat is suddenly seized once more.

Rapio glanced at the projection of Lee's figure and his state currently, sighing as he seed the man slacking off once more.

He curled up his fingers, forcing energy out of his own body as it transfers into Lee's own mind, letting him communicate with his accomplice.

“You're slacking off. I've been generous enough to let you be for a good while, but it seems like you're not going to do anything if I don't be harsh to you about it.”

In Lee’s defense, he has truly been trying. He just can’t seem to get his focus straight. He can’t keep a target for long enough, and most energy has gone to waste the few times he does.

He’s backtracked a slight bit from humans, going back to animals instead to attempt better results. He attempts to harvest from a deer, but is startled by Rapio’s voice and loses the little focus he had.

Poor accusation, Rapio knows Charles Lee won't try to do that to him. Not anymore, at least. He believes the dog knows his place and what he'll receive if he ever tries that.

Lee focuses on the animal once more, attempting to draw out anything worthwhile. After a minute or so he stops, realizing it wouldn’t give him anything.

He runs a hand through his hair, attempting to calm his nerves before trying again. He slightly extends his hand out, giving himself something to focus on.

There was quite the silence for a while, and Lee might even be so hopeful to think Rapio had left. Unfortunately, he's not that merciful.

“ uhm- I don’t think I can really-… can do that right now, man… I can barely get it to this, and it’s still lots of effort… ”

Lee doesn’t bother trying to explain himself, he knows it falls on deaf ears. The best he can do is attempt to appease to the reprimands given, and maybe he’ll be treated more nicely.

It’s mostly wishful thinking on his part.

Lee momentarily pauses in his endeavors.

“ no i haven’t lied in a while, and if i have i didn’t realize. I speak the truth, people just don’t like how i say it. Not my fault. ”

he gets a slight bit more passionate in his speech. Very defensive, this one.

“ I didn’t deceive Samuel. Everything I had said to him since I saw him after death was true. Yes I… reworded some things to make it less of a concern but I didn’t say anything untrue! ”

His voice gets a bit meeker near the end.

His authority for questioned. Hm. Is Lee saying he is lying? Is he questioning him? That can't do.

Lee knows it’s a weak argument, but it’s what he believes. No statements are exactly the same, and they each have their separate values and situations associated. You can’t generalize that with a single statistic.

Rude. He’s not a mutt.

… Lee hadn’t really thought about it like that before. He did still have the ability to summon Sam. He just respects his wishes.

That sounded awful, but if Lee doesn't do anything to Seabury he's sure they'll be fine.

“ … eventually. ”

Lee wouldn’t really consider his view “wrong,” but he’s not gonna say that, of course. He’ll just leave it where it lies.

Lee wants to refuse the offer, but Rapio’s already materialized before he can respond. Lee stands up and steps back a bit, not making eye contact.

The man did not bother in hiding his face or keeping a distance, if he does he wouldn't appear just a few inches away from Lee right now would he? It is just enough time for a dick to be between them ngl so probably like 3 to 4 inches apart. (Ooc)

Wait what.

Anyway, Rapio's eyes travelled down at Lee's figure. The man himself isn't mobile right now, frozen in shock perhaps? Well whatever.

Lee doesn’t like how close they are right now. Only a small space of open air separates the two, and it feels as though it won’t even be that soon. Lee doesn’t try to move away, knowing the possibilities are less favorable than just staying put.

though maybe fear has a part to play as well.

Lee starts to look up at him, but can’t bring himself further than Rapio’s neck or chest.

“ I don’t- I’m sorry, genuinely, I don’t know what’s wrong. It’s not working as it used to- as it should. Believe me, please, I really don’t know why I can’t harvest anymore… ”

Lee shuts up when he feels the hand against his neck.

He sits next to the deer, trying not to think much about the principle of the thing. He has to kill it, he knows he does. he focuses on drawing the energy out, instead of noticing how it falls limp overtime.

He drained enough of Lee's energy to stay solid for a good while, at least. "Finish your job. I have something to talk to you soon. Keep your manners in check, its way more pleasant than having you curse at me so ungratefully."

“ and you suppose I do that how? ”

He realized how rude his words sounded as soon as he said them, apologizing quickly.

“ I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. how am I gonna do that, Alex isn’t exactly keen on seeing me… ”

"Just summon him like you do Sam, obviously not now. Do it tomorrow or something, ” He paused “Regardless. I'm not sure what is affecting your performance— stress you say, no? How are you, even?” He questioned. Though he has a general idea of what Lee is feeling, he never bothered to actually fully check everything.

Is he supposed to answer honestly, or is this one of those questioned you’re supposed to answer “fine” and move about your day? Doubt the answer would change much, so he just answered honestly.

“ the stuff with Sammy- uh, Samuel kinda fucked me up a bit… I’m, uh,starting to-to have more-more episodes about surrounding… him… and my death in general. ”

Gods, this is painful to admit.

“ I don’t really know if I can trust my thoughts anymore… I mean I know they’re mine to some extent, but they’re very… out there. ”

Right, Lee to some extent is still.. A person. He often forgot about that. It's much easier to use someone for his own benefit when he doesn't think of them as one and now he needs to face the fact that Lee is still one.

...

It was quiet for a good while, Rapio couldn't make out what face he was wearing because Lee seemed uncomfortable under his stare, but when does he not, really?

“You kind of deserved it. In a way. I wouldn't frame you entirely guilty but you didn't clearly tell fo the whole ordeal to him and hid tons of crucial details.” Rapio remarked dryly, thinking back to Samuel Seabury. He had one back in his universe. The man seemed soft at heart though morally strict in his own standing. Though they stood on opposing sides, he respected him.

Ignoring the fact he humiliated the man in front of the crowd of course.

“Regardless I am not a God. I'm not like— nevermind. Burr's rampage is inevitable and you wouldn't have been able to escape him.” he shrugged stepping closer to have a look at Lee himself. The man isn't lying Rapio could tell.

His thoughts huh. Is him stalking Lee's thoughts getting an affect on him?.. Probably not. The man always just quite dark always. “All over the place you could say?” He mused.

“I can change that.” He suggested, a smirk adorning his lips. Did he really mean to do it to help Lee? Not really. After everything happening with G, he just wants to have some control over at the very least this pathetic thing in desperate need of one.

They're kinda similar in a way. Both in situations they didn't ask for. Yet selfish as they are hurt everyone around them.

This'll help his ego.

Once something is actually said, it doesn’t provide much relief. Rapio lays it out flat; yes, it was lee’s fault. It’s stings a bit, but he already knew it true in the back of his mind. He’d rather that than pity.

Well, at least he knows now nothing could be helped about burr. Might help with the episodes, you never know.

‘All over the place’… yeah that’s about right. His thoughts contradict themselves, and contradict him. They don’t feel like his thoughts, though he knows that’s the only logical explanation.

Lee must’ve been spacing out, because he came to with Rapio’s hands against his face. He makes a small “hm?” sound, tilting his head slightly in confusion.

Its quite cute.

“Dumb mutt..” He sighed under his breath when Lee didn't hear what he said. There's a lack of venom there though, mostly.

He is somewhat grateful the back of his head was left alone, even if it was likely just easier to hold the side.

Oh.

Oh!

Oh.??

This can’t be what it’s implying. It doesn’t even like Lee, and Lee certainly doesn’t like it. Why would it want that anyway?

Rapio grunted and focused himself to reading Lee's mind. Hearing his panicky tone was enough of an indication for him.

“No you weren't mistaken. You heard me right, I'm offering.” He spoke amusedly, his other hand, idle in its position hooking itself to Lee's the deep dip on Lee's back, his thumb pressed against Lee's waist.

If it's not obvious enough, the hand holding Lee's hair dropped down to caress his lip.