Unhinged

Location: Can be anywhere that has a parking lot. @covairecitystarters

Mathias, happy as could be, was out getting stuff for his new place. Of course the place wasn't actually new, as Elessar had been living there for quite sometime, and it wasn't necessarily new to Mathias since he'd be over a lot too. But it was the first week of him officially (unofficially) moving in. He was excited too. Elessar limited him on things he could bring and buy, but there were something Mathias thought he could get away with.

Because I'm moving in. It took Elessar a moment to digest that piece of information. "I see." He nodded his head as he walked to his kitchen to make himself a drink. A strong one. He looked at Mathias for a long moment, taking a sip of his drink as he regarded the Chthonic. "What made you think now was the right time to move in with me?"

"Because Patrick isn't here anymore" Mathias said, his tone implying that it was common sense. Patrick was gone, sadly, and it left the chthonic all alone. Elessar was the closest person that he could rely on, and that he actually wanted to be around. He thought the wolf would be happy to have him around more.

Elessar was not surprised finding the Chthonic in his home. Mathias had made a habit of breaking and entering into his place despite the fact that Elessar had told him several times he prefered if the Chthonic waited outside for him. Mostly it was an easy fix but Elessar stubbornly refused to make Mathias a key. The unexpected thing was the box that was sitting on his couch. He looked from Mathias to the box and then back again. Taking a moment before he said, "And why did you bring your stuff?"

Mathias stood there, happy as could be. Of course he didn't mention his decision to move in to Elessar, he didn't think he needed to. Although now he could see why it would have been a good idea to at least mention it to the wolf.

Break Time Spoiled?

"Lots of people want to fuck directors. Fame and fame adjacent. You just don't notice because you're infatuated with me." Elessar saw people the same as money, assets to acquire or spend. Everything was transactional. When Mathias said that it seemed like Elessar wanted to fuck a director the producer smirked, "I've fucked plenty of directors and movie stars. I just wanted to touch you. So I did. We don't have time to fuck right now." When Mathias reached for his drink he was surprised, Dom wasn't exactly Mathias' speed but he had begun to offer the glass to the other man when he spilled it on himself. Elessar frowned and let out a long, annoyed sigh. "You're a child." Thankfully champagnie would be easy to hide one it was dry. When the little shit flicked the Dom at him he yanked the glass out of Mathias' hand and tossed it onto a seat away from the both of them hearing it hit the leather with a muted noise as the rest of the liquid splashed across the other side of the limo. The backseat smelling like expensive champagnie. Elessar's bursts of violence were quick and explosive but over quickly. He pulled out a handkerchief and dabbed at the drops on his face. "Because it tastes good. And because it's expensive. Why drink cheap swill that tastes like battery acid?" He looked at the younger man with cold eyes reached out to grab his face with one hand. "Do you think spilling something on yourself is going to get you what you want? If you want to look homeless on the red carpet that's up to you. I'll have them drop me off first and take another lap around the block before letting you out." It was a game, Mathias would push him. And Elessar would be as cold as he could be in reaction. Push, pull. It was similar to how they ended up fucking in a puddle of fake blood as Elessar nearly choked Mathias unconscious. But it had been one of the most satisfying orgasms he'd ever had.

Elessar Cohen wasn't a man, he was the face of Lost & Found Productions: a whole company, a name that meant money and awards and dreams made real. He was used to people falling to their knees for a chance to be ushered into the fold, to be part of his little empire. Elessar Cohen saw himself as a king of his kingdom. And Kings had to make the tough decisions for what was good for the company. Over the years that justification had been twisted. Elessar still looked out for the company first and always, but he was far faster to take the things he wanted as well. After all no one would tell him no. And the people that did? Well, they didn't last very long in Coviwood. He had a glass of Dom in his hand, legs crossed in the back of the very expensive limo that he'd hired for the premiere. He looked at Mathias coolly, his dark eyes giving nothing away. Mathias had become his latest obsession. The twisted little fuck and his brother were true artists. And horror was big this year. People had said that a Horror movie would never be taken seriously but, as usual, when Elessar was involved those nay-sayers had been wrong. Mathias was beautiful. Far too beautiful to be the schlubby director that had walked into his office about a year ago. But there had been something exciting in the young man. And Elessar had a nose for genius. And Mathias had it and more than a bit of crazy mixed in the way the best genius' did. Elessar had wanted and what Elessar wanted Elessar got. Not that it had been difficult. Mathias had basically run into bed with him.

Red carpets were so exciting and terrifying at the same time. Mathias still wasn't completely used to them. People wanted to know what lead Patrick and him to creating their current movie, and in the same breath they'd ask what was next. The want for entertainment was never-ending and tiring. As long as they were funding, Patrick and him would continue doing what they did without shame. Mathias thought they were lucky to be able to continue on their path without being forced to change. He supposed he had to be thankful to Elessar for that. The producer liked what they made, and never forced them to change it. It made their films unique and they stood out among the cookie cutter crowd.

Nore reached up and used her hands to push her hair out of her face desperately trying to get control over her emotions. She was sure the wings on her ears were moving around and her features were changing at being so upset. When she heard someone next to her speak, she looked up with her blue eyes and sighed, her shoulders slumping. 1-2 weeks felt like eternity for Nore. She didn't know any better.

Mathias noticed the wings, and found himself staring at them. Elysians were still so fascinating to him. A lot of them popped up when he had turned into a chthonic, so he felt some kind of connection to them. He also longed to corrupt one.

Tesla knew this person, but only slightly. They had only met once back during the last Ostara Festival. But she was still having issues remembering some people. Especially ones she'd only met a few times or less.

"Probably!" Mathias responded. He also forgot names, and faces, a lot. Things like that just weren't deemed important to his subconscious. He shook the escort's hand, "Great, I won't have sex with you. If that's alright". Not that he actually cared if the escort was upset with that, but he had learned it was normal to say so first.

In a different case Mathias' willingness to be hurt would have robbed Elessar of the enjoyment of it. But the amount of control he had over the Chthonic that was so much older than him was intoxicating. He hadn't talked to anyone about some of the more personal things that the amount of burn scarring had taken from him. Sensation. Use. And he knew he'd get it back eventually but not having the control he was used to over his own body had unhinged him more than he let on. He needed this from Mathias. Needed to rip something beautiful and his apart. Elessar's hands were still a little more clumsy than he'd like. But he had started down at Mathias' ankle. Rough and bloody work as he peeled the Chthonic like a piece of fruit. He was breathing heavy and sweating several hours later as he bent his head down at the red ruined body and the pile of skin on the floor. Mathias' face was still perfect as Elessar murmured in the red wrecked hole that had once been an ear, "When you heal... After. When you are perfect again... I'll take your face." Bloody fingers touched the bare forehead as he ran his lips over Mathias' cheek. His voice was dreamy but cold as he whispered, "Tell me you love me."

Elessar had been keeping up appearances as best as he could. A show of careful and empathetic recovery from a terrible act of terror from another city. Stalwartly working on healing and carrying his scars with pride. But internally the Pawnbroker was far from the outward picture he presented. He'd lost too much control. Had too much control taken from him in the battle to feel right. Even his body didn't respond to him like he was used to and it infuriated him. Hurting Mathias was an outlet. A focus for his own rage. Mathias was a very happy and welcoming canvas that he had every intention of wrecking today. And he relished the power shift. He moved to his kitchen. Taking out his good knives as Mathias followed directions.

Mathias couldn't tell what was going on in Elessar's head. He never could. The wolf was a mystery to him, and it made him realize that it just made them even more alike. Elessar liked control, Mathias like losing control. They worked hand in hand with everything they did. Mathias never hesitated or said no when Elessar wanted to hurt him. Even the worst kind of torture the wolf could come up with was received with a smile.

Elessar could take care of himself usually. And if he hadn't gone looking for Mathias he wouldn't have been anywhere near that stupid attack. It wasn't fair or logical to blame what had happened to him on Mathias. He just wanted to make someone else suffer. And Mathias would let him. Even if the Chthonic could easily overpower him if he chose. Elessar knew Mathias wouldn't. "Part of it." He cooed in response. He had every intention of peeling off the skin to make Mathias match him.

The pain that was promised to him sounded exciting. It was no surprise that Elessar was one of the only people that could actually hurt Mathias. The chthonic looked forward to it. He had been flayed before in the past as a torture method, but the person doing it didn't know what they were doing. He was almost certain that Elessar would be great at it.