Harmie

Lohen chewed on his gum. "Your face is pretty."

Varka's face reddened. He chuckled. "Well, when you say it like that, I can't help but feel a bit shy." He glanced down at the slender legs, donned in thigh-high boots, draped across his lap. "Also, may I ask what you're doing here, exactly, Lohen? Not that I don't enjoy your company, of course, but, um..."

Lohen sneered and reached up to cup the other man's chin, tilting it towards him, as if to get a better view of his face. "Hm, I like it when you blush too. It's cute."

Psychotic Intentions (Chapter 1: Part 1)

Getting tossed in a filthy dungeon was bad enough, but being manhandled by goblins that smelled of wet dog and rotting meat was a new low, even for me. They cackled at me—cackled at me—as they shoved me to the ground. I snapped over my shoulder, teeth bared, just as the cell door slammed shut. A goblin wearing a rusty kettle for a hat was picking through my coin pouch, but snarled when he couldn’t find anything. Little did they know, I dumped my coins in the river right before they ambushed me. If I couldn’t have them, nobody could.

Damned creatures; I could’ve been in the next city by now if it wasn’t for them. I should’ve known passing through the Marrows was a bad idea. It was the fastest route, but the most dangerous.

Still, I tried to look at the positives: one, getting captured only made things more interesting; and two, I had a reason to test out the new blade I got in the last town.

But then I remembered, shit, they confiscated my stuff! Once I got my hands on it, they were all dead. Just wait and see.

“If you need a footstool to reach the bolt, let me know,” I said, snickering as the goblin strained to reach up and wriggle the key in the lock. His long nose lifted from the scowl tightening on his face.

"Hey, stop staring."

I glanced up. Lohen was gazing over his shoulder at me, a knowing glint in his eyes.

Realizing I'd been caught, I turned my head away, face warming. I thought I'd been discreet in watching his hips swaying, but I guess not.

He chuckled, and I peeked over to see what he was doing. My eyes widened. Lohen had pulled aside his thick cloak, revealing his white pants beneath, which held tightly around his ass. He extended his leg backwards, causing taut lines to form in the material of his pants. It only further accentuated his ass.

Part Three

He stared down at me with a terrifyingly calm expression. In that moment, I didn't know what he was going to do. Then lifted my chin and kissed me, and my whole body went stiff.

It took me a second to realize his lips were moving against mine, and I planted my hands on his chest, shoving him. He backed off willingly, and chuckled.

"What're you doing?" I demanded.

"I told you," he said, grinning. "You're going to pay for it."

Part Two

I scrambled to get away, but he was faster; he snatched me by the wrist, tugging me back.

"Where'd you think you're going?" he asked, grinning.

I glowered at him. "Away from you."

He laughed. "Is that so?" He pulled me close to his chest and hummed low in his throat. "I fail to see what I've done wrong. You ran from me." A smirk spread across his cheeks. "And you're going to pay for it."

My hands were growing numb from the cold. I rubbed them together, trying to generate warmth. I'd been here too long, but I couldn't leave—not yet. He was still nearby, and I couldn't be caught by him.

I stiffened upon hearing the clack of his boots. He was getting closer. I pushed myself further into the corner of the rocks, hoping not to be seen.

There was a snicker above me. I looked up slowly, my eyes widening. His red eyes were piercing, and his blue hair flowed in the sharp wind.

"Found you."

My feet knocked together as I was lifted off the ground. I clawed at his arm, but to no avail; he was too strong, and I was too weak.

"I thought you'd put up more of a struggle," he said, licking his lips. There was a malicious gleam in his eyes, sending shivers down my spine.

In a desperate effort, I kicked him in the chest, only for him to burst out into maniacal laughter. "There it is!" he exclaimed. "That's what I've been looking for!"

"L-Lohen?" I gasped, "what're you doing?!"

He was sprawled across the dining table, careless of the wine glasses he'd knocked over. The fabric of his clothes was splayed out beneath him, and his blue hair fell delicately over his brows.

"I thought you might've been hungry," he said, smirking. He stretched his arms above his head and sighed. "Come here... have a bite."

Water splashed up from the pool, and Zandik stumbled backwards, landing on his bottom. He tried to get up, but the Dottore clone pushed him back down, pinning his wrists to the floor.

Zandik looked up to meet the red eyes of the hybrid species. He'd mixed his DNA with that of a sea creature's, and surprisingly the result was quite robust. However, it also had the dirty habit of staring at him through the glass, licking its lips.

"I've been waiting for this," said the Dottore hybrid, "for us to be alone."

He crept closer to me, and I scurried backwards. Still, the arrogant look on his face endured. He smirked, like he found my squirming amusing.

"I'll never join you," I told him.

Dottore snickered, and it grated at my nerves. I scowled, but didn't move as he crawled overtop me. I looked up at him, raising my chin slightly.

My palm cracked across his face. His head snapped to the side, and he paused.

I breathed heavily. How dare he try that with me? I took a step back, drawing my hand to my chest.

His cheek was already burgeoning a rosy red. Underneath his mask, he peered at me, the red of his eyes gleaming. A chill ran up my spine.

Aether. His voice was like music. I looked up to see Dottore striding over to me, like he had all the time in the world.

I gritted my teeth together and I reached for my sword on the ground; however, Dottore flicked his wrist, and the weapon slid across the ground, like ice. I had no defence now. I kept my head down, mouth pressed together tightly. His dark boots appeared in front of me.

Before I could answer, he cupped my chin, lifting my head up to meet his gaze. He pursed his lips, humming. Now, what should I do with you?