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Grell giggled, "No, no, no. I can't do that I'm afraid. You see... I am in need of a little help from you with my beloved, darling Sebastian." His eyes twinkled and he hugged himself, rocking back and forth murmuring 'Bassy'll have to love me after this he has to!'.

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Beige sat down with Bruce on the edge of the bed, a towel low around his hips as he wrapped his arms around the other, “Well. .. then we won’t talk about it. I know you don’t like the subject…,” He giggled, which was unusual for Beige, “Besides, I love you enough for the both of us, love.” He whispered, kissing Bruce’s cheek.

Bruce smiled softly, looking at him, taking him in the way he sat beside him, hand coming to cup his cheek. “You are so damn sexy…” He whispered, pulling him down for a heated kiss.

Beige’s hands instinctively made to rest on the other mans hips, pulling back from the kiss and grinning, he pulled Bruce onto his lap, one leg on either side of Beige’s hips. “Well, I do try for you, my darling.” He chuckled lowly and ran his hands up the brunettes sides, slipping under his shirt to caress the soft skin gently, his fingers leaving feather-light touches up and down his chest. Leaning in for another heated kiss, Beige spoke with a husky voice. “Plus, you’re not so bad yourself, beautiful.”

Bruce gave a soft groan, rolling his hips slowly against his. “Beige…” He moaned softly, slipping his hands down to pull his towel away. “Mm, are you free for a little while?” He asked, beginning to stroke the man’s length.

Beige let out a husky, low moan, hands continuing to roam his boyfriends chest and he bit his lip harshly, “Hell yes… I am now…” He bucked his hips up into the other mans hand and his breathing became shaky, “Mmf, Bruce…”

Bruce smirked slightly, loving that he was able to give his boyfriend this pleasure. Carefully, he slid of his lap, getting on his knees before him before spreading the man’s legs, taking the tip of his length between his lips, cheeks hollowing as he sucked.

Beige bit his lips and held back a moan, dropping his head back, his hand reaching to tangle itself in dark curls, the other hand creasing the sheets beside him, “Oh god… Bruce…” He whispered, pulling his lover off and leaning down to start unbuttoning his shirt. “Not fair if you get all the fun,” He smirked.

Bruce gave a soft moan, grasping at Beige. “Oh, if that’s what you consider having fun… Have all the fun you want, baby.”

Beige chuckled and slipped the shirt off by sliding his arms over the other man’s shoulders. “If it’s you,” He quickly undid the others pants and slipped his hand along the waistband of his boxers, teasing.“Anythings fun”

Bruce groaned softly. “Oh, baby… Please don’t tease me,” he whimpered.

“Aww but you said I could have fun…” He pouted and slipped Bruce’s pants and boxers off in one practiced motion. “But if you insist, love,” Sliding off the bed he switched thier places and began peppering soft sweet little kisses and licks over the inside of Bruce’s thighs. “I guess I’ll get straight to it,” He sent Bruce a wink before slipping his mouth over the head of his length and sucking hard, bobbing his head up and down the shaft, his own hands resting on Bruce’s hips.

Bruce groaned deeply, fingers tangling in his hair. “B-Beige… Baby…” He groaned deeply.

Beige gripped his hips harder and swirled his tongue around the dick in his mouth, pulling off he placed a kiss to the head of his boyfriend’s length and blee lightly on it, “Yes darling? What is it?”

“I need you.” He whispered breathlessly. “I need you up here with me. Kiss me, I-I need to touch you… Please…”

Beige chuckled and slid up to push his lover flat on his back on their bed, straddling Bruce kissing him, sweet and softly at first before escalating and tracing his tongue ober Bruce’s lips, “Then touch me… I’m yours, Bruce, you know that, surely,”.

Bruce slid his hands down, giving his boyfriend’s backside an appreciative squeeze, he rolled his hips up against him. “You’re mine.” He growled lowly, gripping his hips in order to roll them over, still rolling hips hips, length slowly rubbing against his. “God, you’re so damn beautiful…”

Beige squeaked as he was moved underneath his lover and smirked up at Bruce, "So," he began in a sultry tone dripping with lust and love for the other, "You want to top this time around, huh?", He slid his hands up and back down Bruce's chest and sides, leaning his head up to kiss down his neck and shoulder.

“Yes darling I am but your started it.” He reminded her.

"I only wrote on your chest!... you're the one who continued it." She stated with mock anger.

Mali screamed and shook her head, “Mama, no! You-you can’t die! There has to be something I can do! I need you! Dad needs you, please, please, Mummy…” She cried holding her mothers weak body against her own. The blood staining her emerald dress. “Please… don’t leave me alone…” She whispered.

She wanted to live. If for nothing else then to save her daughter from the pain she could already hear in her voice. Yet the blood lose was already making it hard for her to see. Vision going blurry she smiled weakly up at Mali, taking in the sight of her daughter one last time before letting the darkness pull her in. Slowly she relaxed, knowing there was no way to fight this. This was the end. I love you Mali. The words where the last one’s she thought, turning back for a moment before walking into the light that was calling her.

“M-Mama… no.. n-no…,” Mali sat in shock as her Mother’s body went limp in her arms, her breathing had stopped, her eyes closed, her hair didn’t seem as soft and silky, her porcelain skin losing what little colour it had. Holding her body as she was, Mali pulled her tightly against her own body, hearing footsteps behind her, she didn’t know who, she didn’t care, all she felt was the loss and pain. She had stopped crying, she was just sobbing. Her shoulders heaving with every shaken breath and she could swear her Mother’s body was getting smaller and fragile as she lay there, stuck in her own little bubble of sadness and fear.

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He rolled his eyes and laughed, “Well, dear, why would I make it easy, for someone who wants to kill me, to catch me,” Beige walked over and leaned against the side of the cell, looking around. “But that aside, I’ve been in almost every jail that’s made for people like me, but I don’t recognize this one at all. Where am I?”

“Oh I don’t want to kill you.” Smirking she watched him lean against the wall, arching a brow. “Why in the world would I tell you where you are. As for this cell.” Running her hand along the barrier between the two of them she smiled. “It is of my own design. Do you like it?”

Beige glanced around and huffed, “Magic… I guess I’m not going anywhere too soon, my lady.” He said jokingly as he slid down the wall of the cell, “So if you don’t wanna kill me, why am I here?”

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Draco looked at the other boy, something akin to surprise written across his features before he stormed forward, leaving an inch of space between them. “What, in the name of Merlin, would make you think I hated myself?” He snapped at the younger boy. “I claim to be better because I am.” He sneered. “Anymore questions?”

Beige squeaked and dropped his books. “No, no more questions!” He trembled,“I just… I heard you mumbling it to yourself b-before… in the bathroom…,” He explained with a shaky voice, taking a step back into the ‘safety’ of abandoned hallway, not that stepping away prevented Draco from useing spells on him but seeing as he had dropped his wand with his books, there was no way to prevent it anyway. “Please don’t hurt me…”

Draco felt a cold strike of fear in his chest which quickly translated to anger. He whipped out his wand, pointing it directly at the younger boys chest. “I don’t know what the bloody hell you’re taking about.” He snarled. “And if you ever tell someone what you’re claiming you’ve heard, I’ll do a lot more than hurt you. Understand me, you insufferable little poof?”

The kids eyes filled with fear at the wand pointed directly at him. He knew perfectly well what Draco was capable of, thier parents were friends after all, not that Draco seemed to know that. “I-I’m sorry…”, he stuttered, backing away again only to feel the cold rock of the corridor against his back, he swallowed the lump in his throat as he realized he was now trapped… and his wand was on the floor at the opposite side of the hallway, looking back up at Draco, Beige licked his dry, chapped lips nervously and nodded frantically softly whispering, “I understand… L-let me go?…. I promise I won’t tell anyone! Ever!…”

Draco continued to glower at him for a moment before tucking his wand back into his sleeve, giving a dark chuckle. “Fine.” He kicked his books back towards him. “Now you might want to go change your knickers before lunch.”

Beige picked up his books and his wand, feeling a LOT more secure with it on his person. He looked back to Draco, “You know, you could try being nice for change, you don’t have to be all alone all the time.” Giving the older boy a small smile he turned and headed down the corridor, unknowingly forgetting his notebook.

Draco scowled at the boy as he left. Alone? He wasn’t alone! He had plenty of friends who hung on to his every word! Sure, they weren’t with him now… Or… Really anytime that wasn’t a meal or a class, but he had plenty of people! He glanced down, smirking at the sight of the journal. “And just what is this?” He hummed, picking it up.

Beige was already sitting at the table in The Great Hall when he realized he didn’t have his journal, he wasn’t too worried, he had forgotten it in his dorm before and he had time after lunch to go collect it. He sat by himself, the other Slytherin’s glaring at him. Sighing he poked at his food, his appetite apparently gone. “May as well head back then…”, he muttered to himself, slipping off of the bench and wandering back in the direction of the dorms. “Why are they in the dungeons anyway. .. that’s just stupid…”

Having decided to finally make his way up to the Great Hall rather than continue to skulk around, he smirked as that damn kid came back into view. As he walked past, he flashed him a view of the journal. “Thanks. I haven’t really had anything interesting to real lately.”

His eyes went wide and he grabbed Draco’s arm roughly, shoving him back, “Give it back! Now!…And you better not have snooped in it!” The thought of anyone-let alone the person who most of it was written about-reading his entries terrified him and he could only hope the other Slytherin hadn’t looked at it yet… Though knowing himself and other Slytherins… He probably had, “Draco, Give. It. Back.”

Draco looked surprised as he shoved him before he laughed coldly. “Oh, look at that! Ickle Beige finally grew a backbone!” His smile dropped, glaring daggers at him. “You don’t get to give me orders when you practically pissed yourself not ten minutes ago because I raised my wand to you.” He shoved him back, hard. “Now how about this? I’m going to have this little notebook read in just a couple days time. I’ll give it back once I’m done.”

His eyes narrowed, and he took a few steps forward, getting in Draco’s face and glaring right back. “No. Give it back now!” Beige pushed him into the wall, “The stuff in there is private! No one is allowed to read it, and especially you!”

Draco never would’ve admitted to the spark of fear that lit in his chest as he hit the wall, definitely not the first time he’d been in such a position. Suddenly feeling weak, he snarled, fighting not to let it show. He shoved him back, slamming him hard against the opposite wall, arm laid across his throat. “Touch me again, and I will hex you into next century, brat.” He snarled.

Beige growled and pushed against the arm across his throat. “Then give me the damn book back!” Seeing as the threat of his wand did nothing, Beige smirked and slyly replied, “Or else I’ll tell your father.” He stopped struggling.

Draco paused before a cold laugh left his lips, backing away from the other boy. “Oh, dear Merlin! Did you just threaten to tell my father that I stole your bloody diary? Oh, dear. Beige, you poor, naive little thing. You don’t know my father at all, do you?”

Beige crossed his arms. “Actually I know your father and mother very well. Well enough to know that if they hear that you’ve been hanging out and being friendly and touchy with Granger, they’ll be… let’s say disappointed. And they will believe me, why would ‘poor, naive, little me’ lie about anything?” The boy smirked and held out his hand, “Now give me my book back, no one but myself us allowed to read ANY of it.”

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Beige sat down with Bruce on the edge of the bed, a towel low around his hips as he wrapped his arms around the other, “Well. .. then we won’t talk about it. I know you don’t like the subject…,” He giggled, which was unusual for Beige, “Besides, I love you enough for the both of us, love.” He whispered, kissing Bruce’s cheek.

Bruce smiled softly, looking at him, taking him in the way he sat beside him, hand coming to cup his cheek. “You are so damn sexy…” He whispered, pulling him down for a heated kiss.

Beige’s hands instinctively made to rest on the other mans hips, pulling back from the kiss and grinning, he pulled Bruce onto his lap, one leg on either side of Beige’s hips. “Well, I do try for you, my darling.” He chuckled lowly and ran his hands up the brunettes sides, slipping under his shirt to caress the soft skin gently, his fingers leaving feather-light touches up and down his chest. Leaning in for another heated kiss, Beige spoke with a husky voice. “Plus, you’re not so bad yourself, beautiful.”

Bruce gave a soft groan, rolling his hips slowly against his. “Beige…” He moaned softly, slipping his hands down to pull his towel away. “Mm, are you free for a little while?” He asked, beginning to stroke the man’s length.

Beige let out a husky, low moan, hands continuing to roam his boyfriends chest and he bit his lip harshly, “Hell yes… I am now…” He bucked his hips up into the other mans hand and his breathing became shaky, “Mmf, Bruce…”

Bruce smirked slightly, loving that he was able to give his boyfriend this pleasure. Carefully, he slid of his lap, getting on his knees before him before spreading the man’s legs, taking the tip of his length between his lips, cheeks hollowing as he sucked.

Beige bit his lips and held back a moan, dropping his head back, his hand reaching to tangle itself in dark curls, the other hand creasing the sheets beside him, “Oh god… Bruce…” He whispered, pulling his lover off and leaning down to start unbuttoning his shirt. “Not fair if you get all the fun,” He smirked.

Bruce gave a soft moan, grasping at Beige. “Oh, if that’s what you consider having fun… Have all the fun you want, baby.”

Beige chuckled and slipped the shirt off by sliding his arms over the other man’s shoulders. “If it’s you,” He quickly undid the others pants and slipped his hand along the waistband of his boxers, teasing.“Anythings fun”

Bruce groaned softly. “Oh, baby… Please don’t tease me,” he whimpered.

“Aww but you said I could have fun…” He pouted and slipped Bruce’s pants and boxers off in one practiced motion. “But if you insist, love,” Sliding off the bed he switched thier places and began peppering soft sweet little kisses and licks over the inside of Bruce’s thighs. “I guess I’ll get straight to it,” He sent Bruce a wink before slipping his mouth over the head of his length and sucking hard, bobbing his head up and down the shaft, his own hands resting on Bruce’s hips.

Bruce groaned deeply, fingers tangling in his hair. “B-Beige… Baby…” He groaned deeply.

Beige gripped his hips harder and swirled his tongue around the dick in his mouth, pulling off he placed a kiss to the head of his boyfriend’s length and blee lightly on it, “Yes darling? What is it?”

“I need you.” He whispered breathlessly. “I need you up here with me. Kiss me, I-I need to touch you… Please…”

Beige chuckled and slid up to push his lover flat on his back on their bed, straddling Bruce kissing him, sweet and softly at first before escalating and tracing his tongue ober Bruce’s lips, “Then touch me… I’m yours, Bruce, you know that, surely,”.

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Mali laughed as she danced around him and pointed at his chest, “You’re the one who fell asleep somewhere, where someone could easily write on you,” clutching her stomach she doubled over laughing.

Loki snapped his fingers and the writing was gone. He then took the mark and used his magic to hold her down. He wrote liar across her forehead. Then let her go. “I believe the saying goes now the shoe is on the other foot. ”

Mali’s smile faded, “That’s not fair! Useing magic is cheating… and how am I a liar anyways?!” Mali stood and grabbed his arm while saying this, turning the God around forcefully.

“You have idea what I want to write. I other things in mind trust me!” Loki said and pulled away.

Mali growled quietly under her breath and something about ‘stupid, annoying, idiot…’ and she tried to rub the writing off of her head.

Loki pulled her close then. “Not funny now is it.”

Mali’s breath caught in her throat, “Uh… I… No…”, she stuttered as she dropped her hand, unintentionally resting it on Loki’s chest.

Loki took her hand and kissed it then. “You could make it up to me…”

Mali blinked and felt the blood rush to her cheeks, “I-Um-Well… How would I… do that?”, she could still feel his soft, cold…? lips against her hand and his strong arm around her, she felt her knees go weak and was sure that, had he not been holding her, she would have fallen.

“Let me take you on a date. Since you don’t in me then let me show you.”

She looked up at him in surprise, “A date? As in, like, dinner and a movie?” She queried, cocking her head to the side.

“More like a moon light picnic on a private beach.” Loki offered her.

“Oh, right… That sounds much better actually…”

“Good then tomorrow night. And we’re a swimsuit. The water will be nice.”

Blushing again Mali nodded, “Ok… swimsuit as in an Asgardian ‘swimsuit’ or Earth-Midgard or whatever you call it-swimsuit? Because they’re very different. Especially in the skin-exposure category.”

“Neither this is my private beach in my middle world with my magic. It like a different dimension.” Loki explained.

Mali grinned cheekily, “So, by ‘neither’ do you mean ‘none’?” She giggled.

“No I mean pick which ever you like.” Loki said and kissed her head.

Giggling again, Mali nodded, knowing exactly which bathing suit she was going wear. “Ah, ok!” She leaned up to kiss him back and chuckled.

“You will not be wearing one when we are done though.” Loki whispered mischievously.

Mali blushed and looked down, “W-well, I…. ” She hid her head in his chest.

“Now why hide a beautiful blush.”

“Because the god of mischief is flirting with me,” She mumbled lokithelostprince

Mali screamed and shook her head, “Mama, no! You-you can’t die! There has to be something I can do! I need you! Dad needs you, please, please, Mummy…” She cried holding her mothers weak body against her own. The blood staining her emerald dress. “Please… don’t leave me alone…” She whispered.

She wanted to live. If for nothing else then to save her daughter from the pain she could already hear in her voice. Yet the blood lose was already making it hard for her to see. Vision going blurry she smiled weakly up at Mali, taking in the sight of her daughter one last time before letting the darkness pull her in. Slowly she relaxed, knowing there was no way to fight this. This was the end. I love you Mali. The words where the last one’s she thought, turning back for a moment before walking into the light that was calling her.

"M-Mama... no.. n-no...," Mali sat in shock as her Mother's body went limp in her arms, her breathing had stopped, her eyes closed, her hair didn't seem as soft and silky, her porcelain skin losing what little colour it had. Holding her body as she was, Mali pulled her tightly against her own body, hearing footsteps behind her, she didn't know who, she didn't care, all she felt was the loss and pain. She had stopped crying, she was just sobbing. Her shoulders heaving with every shaken breath and she could swear her Mother's body was getting smaller and fragile as she lay there, stuck in her own little bubble of sadness and fear.

He rolled his eyes and laughed, “Well, dear, why would I make it easy, for someone who wants to kill me, to catch me,” Beige walked over and leaned against the side of the cell, looking around. “But that aside, I’ve been in almost every jail that’s made for people like me, but I don’t recognize this one at all. Where am I?”

“Oh I don’t want to kill you.” Smirking she watched him lean against the wall, arching a brow. “Why in the world would I tell you where you are. As for this cell.” Running her hand along the barrier between the two of them she smiled. “It is of my own design. Do you like it?”

Beige glanced around and huffed, "Magic... I guess I'm not going anywhere too soon, my lady." He said jokingly as he slid down the wall of the cell, "So if you don't wanna kill me, why am I here?"