it was ignorance,

[SCAN] Yoongi - Wings Concept Book

there’s something so thrilling about watching the state of ace unfold right before his very eyes. satisfaction curls in his gut, a breathless laugh leaving him. his eyes light up, and he’s a greedy, selfish man as he takes in each expression, every breath, every movement of his body underneath. his teeth peek out from his smile-- beaming and wicked. 

it’s a thought to consider. if it were years ago, back when carnage and ace weren’t...carnage and ace, would it have been different? carnage may not have been the same back then, but carnal desire had always been a forefront in his being; both before and now. 

his smile sharpens when ace seems to snap out of whatever daze he had put the other under. laughter spills from his mouth silently, eyes crinkling at the corners as he hums. his breath hitches at the hands at his collar, eyes darkening a bit as he stares the other down, lips curving into a knowing smirk as the other speaks. he speaks and carnage knows, just from the breathing-- the expression on the other’s face. 

he grunts at the pressure of the kiss, and he swears he feels his teeth mash too hardly against his lip. there’s a twinge of pain, what tastes like copper on the tip of his tongue. he moans. 

fingers grasp, messy and uncoordinated-- wanting and impatient. one hand slides up the other’s shirt to scratch at his side, his chest. the other hand cups the side of ace’s jaw as he bites at the other’s mouth, tugs at his lower lip with his teeth. 

he wakes to a sharp pain in his scalp, immediately yelping and eyes snapping open in shock at the tug to his hair, eyes frantic until they land on carnage. they soften, only slightly, when he realizes it’s just him– not someone trying to kill him ( although he shouldn’t put it past carnage to attempt to kill him someday, yet he does, oddly trusting ). lucky whines sleepily, head leaning towards the hand in his hair, trying to lessen the pressure there and struggling to keep his eyes open. “h-hyung… ‘m. ‘m so sleep,” he drawls, head falling slack, back to the pillow beneath his head.

his hands search out, sliding away from his body in search of carnage, grabbing onto anything and whining again. “don’t wanna,” he murmurs, barely audible, “pleaaase, join meee.”

maybe it’s cruel of him to treat a sleeping lucky in such a way. he already torments the poor thing when he’s awake; he should have some reprieve away from carnage-- even if it’s in the depths of sleep.

he snorts at the thought, and tosses it away when lucky yelps. to carnage, he’d rather have lucky thinking of him every moment. every second of the day. he smiles at the other’s reactions, head cocking to the side as his fingers loosen. he rubs the tips of his fingers on the boy’s scalp soothingly, humming. “my sleepy lovely,” he cooes, smile a bit too twisted, wicked and mischievous on his face. “but i want you to take up. hyung is so bored.” 

he glances down at the hands tugging at his clothes, raising his brows. his lips twitch, teeth peeking out as he chuckles. his head cocks to the side, tongue darting out to wet his lips. 

                   tw: sexual themes

ace is suddenly torn between too drunk for this and not drunk enough.

or at least, that’s his thought process as carnage pretty much eliminates any and all possible space between them. and the angry red haze of his mind has dissipated, not as hateful, but now– he’s definitely even more on edge than before. he almost thinks the irrational anger better suits him. but he’s staring at carnage now– the way he is staring at him– that glint in his eyes that may have been there before but that he’d never noticed. the way he grins at him– sweet and unassuming, all teeth. but ace knew better. 

and the spite in his own eyes still there but muted, quieter. his mouth is slack, and his throat is suddenly the driest it’s been all night.

                 tw: sexual themes, sexual content

ace is often the very epitome of everything carnage finds frustrating.

disrespect that’s given to him-- a complete lack of obedience that carnage grows to detest with each passing moment. it’s frustrating, irritating, but he’s spent years having to deal with people just like that. and what’s better is that carnage has dealt with ace before-- when ace wasn’t ace and carnage wasn’t carnage; they were different people back then, but he still knows a semblance of what makes the other tick. what he likes and what he most certainly doesn’t.

“i’m capable of. you just don’t know it,” and it’s a bit of a threat, voice low as his head cocks to the side, movements still a little bit sluggish– and the effect is ruined by a silent hiccup, but ace doesn’t let their locked gazes drop. “don’t be delusional.”

              trigger warning: sexual themes

carnage is a greedy man, and he doesn’t hesitate to let his eyes trace and follow from his position above the other. it’s such a power trip, to be in such a stance. he feels as though he has entire control of the situation-- and perhaps he does, with ace’s intoxicated state. if carnage were any more respectable, any more humane-- he might have done the right thing, like send ace on his way back. perhaps got him into his bed (alone, alone, alone) and asleep. he wouldn’t provoke, take advantage of the situation like he’s prone and wanting to do.

however gemini was only getting started though. she just hoped that carnage was recording this, or else what else was the point of all this besides trying to impress? her eyes would make their way over to carnage sitting near the corner, eyebrows raised just asking for all of the attention on her.

he hums at her statement, shrugging his shoulders. leaning back in his seat, one arm reaches around to the chair next to him-- resting on the back as he brings his glass to his mouth to sip at it idly. he watches her over the rim of the cup, mirth radiating from his form. “what can i say? i’m a simple man, simple pleasures. indulge me.” he isn’t simple at all; a mere line from his book-- one of many that he’s said time and time again. carnage is the farthest thing from simple; complex and strange and eerie and everything else. 

he glances at her jacket as she leaves it, chuckling as he shifts to get more comfortable. he tilts his head back, knocking the rest of his drink back down his throat. he slides it on the counter, gesturing for another (along with gemini’s wanted champagne) before he leans back-- digging his phone out of his pocket. navigating to the camera is easy work, and he holds it up easily with one hand, smile curved in amusement on his mouth as he begins to record. 

his grip tightens around the handle of his beloved dagger, grin turning even sharper if possible, though his tone maintains the same lighthearted tone, airy and playful, though possibly just a tad lower in octave.

“you’re gonna pull a fast one on me any minute now, aren’t you, tough guy?”

           trigger warning: minor blood, minor injury, minor violence.

he’s all tricks and lies; he’s fun and glamour and everything pretty, surface level. he’s excitement and he’s ecstasy; he’s everything this place needs-- a reprieve from all the gore and the blood and the drama that plagues every candidate in their society. and levi is just the same-- one of the few people carnage will admit have the possibility of getting the upperhand on him. one of the very few that carnage could maybe admit to being bested at (but god, his pride twinges at the thought). 

“i’ve been had,” he chuckles, teeth baring in a grin that looks perhaps a tad bit too wicked, too gleaming and mischievous than anything else. “so quick on your feet. i should learn a thing or two from you, shouldn’t i?” his body shakes with laughter, breathless for a moment from being put on his back and his own mirth. 

he hums, smile sharpening at the other’s words. he makes a very good point; levi is very aware of how carnage goes about things-- and maybe that’s what makes it all the more fun. the fact that carnage knows what’s about to come, what to expect from all this. he doesn’t still his hand, letting it slide up with the knife, twisting it between his fingers for a moment. 

“who me?” he muses. he taps the blade against the leg of the other, his free hand twitching by his holster, legs shifting underneathe. “i’m not tough. i’m all soft skin and brittle bones-- i’m so fair and dainty, i’m helpless.” he spews, exaggerated and silly as white teeth peek from the pink of his grin. “why, i can’t do anything at all.”

and then he’s jerking. free hand snapping forward to wrap around the hand hovering near his neck. he feels the tip of the blade catch at part of his skin, the sting of it only adding to the adrenaline. his legs push and his upper body shoves forward, spinning the two of them. his knees land harshly on the ground and he sucks in a sharp breath. his own knife shoots up, trailing dangerously over the other’s stomach-- testing the waters by gently pressing-- indenting, but not pushing enough to break skin.

but as expected, situations like this is when a tipsy ace’s senses heighten, and instincts kick in as he pivots, twisting so carnage falls on top of him, the constant shortness of his breath from the alcohol making him breath that much harder as the impact to the ground briefly knocks the wind from his lungs. and he stares up at the other, eyes widened to doe-eyed proportions, mouth parted dumbly in shock, but the only things that comes out is

“fuck–”

carnage doesn’t know ace past the surface exterior the other gives off. lots of anger, a quick temperament carnage loves to provoke. he certainly doesn’t know what possesses the younger to drink as drastically as he has, doesn’t know where this anger is coming from (well, that’s a lie; carnage does a lot of things that invoke anger from quite a few different people, ace included).

the hiccup the other lets escape has carnage chuckling. his eyes curve and white teeth peek out from behind pink lips. he shakes his head, shifting with a low grunt as he adjusts himself. he raises his brows as he’s tugged closer, and his breath hitches a bit, eyes going cross eyed for a second as he blinks at the younger. and then slowly, another bubble of laughter escapes.

“oh, look at you.” he murmurs. “all this, no, no, no, but you’re pulling me in. isn’t this the very definition of playing hard to get? do you not like things easy, ace?” his grip tightens briefly around the other’s arms, nails biting into skin for a brief moment before they release, thumbs brushing over the skin in an idly manner. “that’s okay, baby.” he taunts, smile turning wicked. “i’ve always liked a challenge.”

he provokes too much. he presses too many buttons to get reactions that probably aren’t the safest choice, nor the best decision. carnage has long since stopped caring, and has long since accepted the consequences of his actions-- often enjoying them to the fullest. so when carnage hears that tell-tale of breath, the staggering forward-- it’s a very similar feeling to that of winning.

and then air is rushing, the world is spinning. the breath leaves his throat in a rush, his heart beating thump, thump, thump in his chest; the adrenaline pulses in his blood as they topple to the ground, his hands instantly clenching around the other’s form.  instead of the floor against his back, he’s upwards-- blinking down at ace’s body underneathe him. he blinks, surprise settling on his features for a moment before it’s wiped off to be replaced with amusement. his shoulders shake with mirth, eyes crinkling at the corners as his teeth bare as he laughs. 

he shifts, eyes flickering down over the body beneath him-- and he doesn’t at all stop the deviant twist to his smile. he moves, one hand leaving the other’s body to brace himself on the floor against ace’s head, and the other rests idly on the boy’s waist. the ground feels harsh on his knees, and he adjusts his body, lowering so he’s seated on top of the other’s hips. 

lucky watches as carnage lines up another throw, heart rising in his throat as he hopes carnage finally lands a better spot– yet he’s still a ring out of the center, and lucky’s heart almost sinks. “i-i don’t! i swear! i guess it’s– beginners luck…?” he offers, biting his lip as he glances at carnage, trying to gauge his expression.

every bullseye the other makes, the lick of irritation grows stronger. pride dented, his tongue pokes against the inside of his cheek. he counts to five, slowly, in his head. breathes out through his nose as his eyes fall shut, and his lips twitch when the younger claims he doesn’t know what he’s doing.

carnage wonders what part is bullshit and what part is the truth; lucky seems to innocent, too nice of a boy to be trying to hustle him-- to try and deceive carnage of all people. but it’s still ridiculous-- lucky can’t actually have lady luck that enamoured with him. he just refuses to believe it. 

“you don’t know what you’re doing,” he says, slowly-- lethargically. he studies the board with a languid, blinking gaze. “...and yet,” he pauses, eyes flickering over to the male. “you’ve hit it each and everytime. at this rate, i have no chance of ever beating your score.” he says it more for show; carnage never plays for points, never plays to win. it’s always something satisfying about darts-- the throw, the sound of it hitting the board; he wonders what it’d be like to change it up-- knives instead of plastic, human flesh instead of that clunky thing attached to his wall.

a lightbulb flickers in his head. 

“beginner’s luck?” he chuckles, eyes crinkling at the corners, the flash of his teeth bright behind the pink of his mouth. “how silly. okay, okay. i’ll give it to you this time, hm?” he waves his hand around in dismissal. he crosses over to the board, and begins tugging out the darts stuck into the fiber. his tongue pokes against the inside of his cheek, mouth twitching slowly into what wants to be a grin.

“i’ve got an idea. lucky, would you like to play a different game?” he twists, spinning a dart in his fingers as he tilts his head at the other, a sweet expression on his face. “you won’t have to do much. you just have to listen to hyung, okay? i promise it’ll be lots of fun.”

he grips carnage’s shirt that much tighter, voice low and irritated, “don’t call me that you asshole– the hell.”

the male is falling all over the place, straight and swaying before tipping over. a chuckle tumbles out of his mouth at the sight, shifting his own balance as he tightens his grip around the other’s arms, attempting to keep him standing. he shakes his head, his teeth peeking out from behind his lips as he observes. he drums his fingers on ace’s arm in idle movement, eyebrows raising.

“you’re not?” he questions voice, lifting in an exaggerated inquisitive tone. a faux expression of surprise crosses his face, looking comical against the twitching of his lips. “what’s this supposed to be then? you come here, to my home, mind you-- bashing on the door to get my attention, and then falling on me quite literally and putting your hands all over me?” the amusement is bleeding into his voice, hands lifting to wrap around the younger’s wrists gently. 

carnage hums, smile sharpening a bit at the feeling of ace’s hands climbing higher on his form-- head leaning back a bit as his eyelid droop lower. fingers tap gently on the other’s forearm, head lilting to the side loosely. “look at you, getting closer and closer. are you playing hard to get, ace?” he grins, wolfish at the other, shoulders shaking with uncontained mirth.