Where… No- When Am I.?

He’s in his room, pacing. Of course, the patriots are firing their colorful rockets, Anthony tenses as it goes off, muttering to himself and trying to take deep breaths before walking over to the window, pushing it down despite the fact that it was already closed and locked

“The sound?”

Oh god. Anthony, what if that had been someone who wanted you dead. You’d be dead. You wouldn’t have even known they were there until a bullet was in your skull. Dammit Anthony! This is why the—the— dammit, why are YOU here, coward?! You should have kept better watch! You could have warned them!

“You look-… I’m here.”

It’s unclear if he’s talking to Kilroy, because he continues to kick the closet

“You’re safe! You’re safe! I’m here, Anthony! No one’s going to get you!”

*He stuck his claws between the boards to try and encourage him to leave.*

“Someone’s in here- I know it. I heard them. I think— I. I heard something. Can we check the doors?”

*His mind raced, trying to remember what he’d do when Roman got paranoid. He usually got hit; but that wasn’t helpful for now.*

More heavy breaths, wiping his forehead like he was sweaty

“You’re breathing well. Keep it going. When you’re ok, we’ll check. You tired?”

He clutched Kilroy, hiding his face

*He rubbed his back, frowning at the fireworks still going on behind them.*

He bit harder, trying to distract himself

“You can take my arm.”

“You’re sure the doors are locked? Should we check? The windows? Wh- what about the. Vents?! Oh my god we haven’t checked—“

“Breathe.”

Blood— stop— so much- stop. Oh god is that- stop.- all over me- stop! Stop! —I’m gonna be sick- be normal, please…

“Stairs ahead.”

*He helped him scale the stairs and eagerly brought him inside and sat him on his bed. Indeed, it was deathly quiet inside.*

“Don’t leave… don’t leave me alone…. Please-“

*He did as he said, and pulled the comforter back to drape over Anthony’s lap. He offered him one of his pillows, which looked like it’d never been washed.*

“It’s nice in here. Thank you for letting me help.”

“T-Too much?”

“I feel like someone’s going to come in…..”

*He leaned over to his nightstand and opened the drawer. It was too quick to see most of the very interesting items inside, but there seemed to be some photos, dice, and a pair of brass knuckles. He pulled out a radio and turned the dial to a static channel.*

He closed his eyes, trying to focus on the static. Calm, Anthony. Calm down.

*He fed his fingers through to Anthony’s and held his hand, rubbing the back of it smoothly.*

“Well, it’s locked. I know that. And I don’t want you running around, checking vents or windows while the fireworks are going off.”

“Fireworks… just fireworks… just fireworks… sorry. I’m acting insane.”

“I heard you saw Hermes’ Volkswagen. What about that, hm? Can you tell me about that?”

“How much wear was on it? I know the paint’s pretty pristine.”

*He nudged his shoulder.*

“Oh, speaking of, he makes a damn good sandwich, did you know? I know my standards aren’t great but holy cow.”

*That sentiment caught him off guard, and he felt very relieved that Hermes was up on his feet again.*

“He’s really nice once he’s not pointing a gun at you.”

*His eyes widened and he blinked at him. He was somewhat impressed.*

“I’m sorry. Don’t worry about it.”

He bit his lip, bouncing his leg a bit more anxiously

“…What kind of sandwich was it?”

He laughed a bit, lying back on the bed, taking a few deep breaths

“Maybe that awful smell, or that putrid liquid they fester in. Or the warts on their bodies.”

He stuck his tongue out

*He flopped down next to him, on his side.*

He snickered, smirking to Kilroy

“You got me. Don’t tell anyone.”

He purred out

*He walked his fingers up Anthony’s chest.*

“What are you gonna do about it?”

*He was glad to see Anthony’s panic had subsided in the quiet of his bedroom. He could use a little flirting.*

Anthony traced Kilroy’s side

*He shivered delightfully at the touch.*

“Not that I mind the company.”

*He stayed down, looking up at him.*

“But I’m sure you know exactly how much power you have, mr government.”

“I suppose that’s right. I don’t get to flaunt it often.”

“Yeah? Would you stop me?”

He teases, rolling his shoulders a bit

He runs a hand through Kilroy’s hair, grabbing the ends and tugging a bit

“I’d like to see you try.”

“Er— let me know if I get too much, okay?”

“Sure thing… You’re gonna have to try harder than that to break that training.”

He purred, leaning down and kissing along Kilroy’s neck

“All this power… and you can’t even get the courage to fight back, hm?”

“I’m weak…”

“What kind of training did they put you through? Such a pretty face… what’s in that big brain of yours?”

“G-Gah… Mental games. Posters with eyes. Made me know when I had an audience. And… who to have an audience with. Only the best. That man in charge. Is that you?”

He grins, pushing down on Kilroy’s chest

“Aye, aye.”

“…I suppose I am, aren’t I, missile boy? You’re practically powerless to stop me.”

“Any bite to your bark?”

“It’s just so much more fun when you don’t know if I mean it or not.”

“That’s true. Make me squirm and cry.”

He grabs a thinner sheet, trying to make sure it wasn’t super important, before wrapping it around kilroy’s arms

“Mm… That’s good… Sorry. Just my bomber-brain coming up with ideas.”

“I bet they’d pay even more for my head. Keep me from becoming a loose canon. Maybe you can keep me in line, though.”

“Don’t grin at me like that, smart boy. I’d hate to go get a knife and cut that pretty face up.”

“I’d say you’re pretty clever yourself.”

“Flattery ain’t gonna get you anywhere, missile boy. You can start talking, or I can leave you here alone until you go absolutely insane from solitude.”

“I won’t betray my country just yet.”

“It’s almost as pretty as you, isn’t it missile boy?”

“Looks well used.”

“Still okay?”

*He bargained, trying to think of the repercussions. After they were through, he could smile at the cuteness of Anthony’s care towards him, and how soft his voice felt.*

“Now, the body? Well. You can always find a good shirt to cover it up.”

“And I’ve got loads of skin to get through. All the time in the world.”

“And I’m really hoping it’s you.”

“Got a stinger on you.”

He grabbed Kilroy’s hair, tugging it again and kissing at his neck, leaving little hickeys along the way

*He groaned at the bruises he was forming. He liked blunt force the most. This made him very happy. He closed his eyes.*

“Maybe I’ll keep you after all~”

*A single tear fled his eye at all the painful stimuli. Roman would have beaten him much harder after, for crying too soon.*

He crooned, patting Kilroy’s cheek

“I-I… I have more to cry.”

“It’s… kind of pathetic. You’d lick the bottom of my shoe if I asked, wouldn’t you?”

“M-Mhm.”

*He squeezed his eyes closed for a moment to clear them of their watery-ness. Which meant some tears fell out. He then looked deep into Anthony’s eyes. Kilroy looked very small at the moment. Young, scared, and as he said, eager to please.*

He nipped, laughing a bit as he did, before grabbing his knife again and using the blunt end to trail down Kilroy’s chest

“S-S-Sensitive.”

He kissed along the line he traced, occasionally nipping and biting at him

“M-Make me hurt. G-Gosh! That’s perfect. I-I’m a g-good soldier. I-I won’t t-tell!”

“I’m enjoying myself, yeah… are you?”

“V-Very much so. I’m glad you are. I wouldn’t want to bore you.”

“What’s going on in your head?”

“Y-You’re s-so nice to me, Anthony. You make me feel l-like a man.”

He teases, wiping Kilroy’s face for him

“Y-Yeah. I guess I’m a little s-strange. I just… I mess up every social interaction. But, when I’m beaten… I do it perfectly. I’m perfect at being beaten. A-And I’m not scared of it when someone I trust does it to m-me.”

“…that feeling of… not needing to be in control.”

“Yeah… It… It’s good to not have to be so worried about your choices… There’s no room to mess it up. Though, I’m sure I almost did anyway. I’m w-worse lately, I know it.”

“I don’t mind.”

“Thank you for sharing yourself.”

He gave Kilroy a proper kiss on the cheek

“Maybe next time I’ll let you see that face you think is so pretty.”

He teased, tapping Kilroy’s forehead playfully

“I hope that’s a promise. You’re so sweet.”

He sticks his tongue out playfully

*He liked the idea that Anthony was strong.*

“Oh, well… that sort of thing comes from… before I was a soldier…”

*He said the last word softly, a little sultry, a ran his finger down his ear’s ridge.*

“Y- yeah, haha. Uh. Just a bit, maybe.”

“Where does it come from? Were you like that as a kid? Or just always had it in you?”

“Yeah? Did you… Did she… You wanted to?”

“And as you can see, I’ve gotten alright with it.”

“You’re an enigma, Anthony. You are a jack of all trades.”

“…Thanks.”

*He cradled his head and hummed, beginning to purr.*

He’s in his room, pacing. Of course, the patriots are firing their colorful rockets, Anthony tenses as it goes off, muttering to himself and trying to take deep breaths before walking over to the window, pushing it down despite the fact that it was already closed and locked

“The sound?”

Oh god. Anthony, what if that had been someone who wanted you dead. You’d be dead. You wouldn’t have even known they were there until a bullet was in your skull. Dammit Anthony! This is why the—the— dammit, why are YOU here, coward?! You should have kept better watch! You could have warned them!

“You look-… I’m here.”

It’s unclear if he’s talking to Kilroy, because he continues to kick the closet

“You’re safe! You’re safe! I’m here, Anthony! No one’s going to get you!”

*He stuck his claws between the boards to try and encourage him to leave.*

“Someone’s in here- I know it. I heard them. I think— I. I heard something. Can we check the doors?”

*His mind raced, trying to remember what he’d do when Roman got paranoid. He usually got hit; but that wasn’t helpful for now.*

More heavy breaths, wiping his forehead like he was sweaty

“You’re breathing well. Keep it going. When you’re ok, we’ll check. You tired?”

He clutched Kilroy, hiding his face

*He rubbed his back, frowning at the fireworks still going on behind them.*

He bit harder, trying to distract himself

“You can take my arm.”

“You’re sure the doors are locked? Should we check? The windows? Wh- what about the. Vents?! Oh my god we haven’t checked—“

“Breathe.”

Blood— stop— so much- stop. Oh god is that- stop.- all over me- stop! Stop! —I’m gonna be sick- be normal, please…

“Stairs ahead.”

*He helped him scale the stairs and eagerly brought him inside and sat him on his bed. Indeed, it was deathly quiet inside.*

“Don’t leave… don’t leave me alone…. Please-“

*He did as he said, and pulled the comforter back to drape over Anthony’s lap. He offered him one of his pillows, which looked like it’d never been washed.*

“It’s nice in here. Thank you for letting me help.”

“T-Too much?”

“I feel like someone’s going to come in…..”

*He leaned over to his nightstand and opened the drawer. It was too quick to see most of the very interesting items inside, but there seemed to be some photos, dice, and a pair of brass knuckles. He pulled out a radio and turned the dial to a static channel.*

He closed his eyes, trying to focus on the static. Calm, Anthony. Calm down.

*He fed his fingers through to Anthony’s and held his hand, rubbing the back of it smoothly.*

“Well, it’s locked. I know that. And I don’t want you running around, checking vents or windows while the fireworks are going off.”

“Fireworks… just fireworks… just fireworks… sorry. I’m acting insane.”

“I heard you saw Hermes’ Volkswagen. What about that, hm? Can you tell me about that?”

“How much wear was on it? I know the paint’s pretty pristine.”

*He nudged his shoulder.*

“Oh, speaking of, he makes a damn good sandwich, did you know? I know my standards aren’t great but holy cow.”

*That sentiment caught him off guard, and he felt very relieved that Hermes was up on his feet again.*

“He’s really nice once he’s not pointing a gun at you.”

*His eyes widened and he blinked at him. He was somewhat impressed.*

“I’m sorry. Don’t worry about it.”

He bit his lip, bouncing his leg a bit more anxiously

“…What kind of sandwich was it?”

He laughed a bit, lying back on the bed, taking a few deep breaths

“Maybe that awful smell, or that putrid liquid they fester in. Or the warts on their bodies.”

He stuck his tongue out

*He flopped down next to him, on his side.*

He snickered, smirking to Kilroy

“You got me. Don’t tell anyone.”

He purred out

*He walked his fingers up Anthony’s chest.*

“What are you gonna do about it?”

*He was glad to see Anthony’s panic had subsided in the quiet of his bedroom. He could use a little flirting.*

Anthony traced Kilroy’s side

*He shivered delightfully at the touch.*

“Not that I mind the company.”

*He stayed down, looking up at him.*

“But I’m sure you know exactly how much power you have, mr government.”

“I suppose that’s right. I don’t get to flaunt it often.”

“Yeah? Would you stop me?”

He teases, rolling his shoulders a bit

He runs a hand through Kilroy’s hair, grabbing the ends and tugging a bit

“I’d like to see you try.”

“Er— let me know if I get too much, okay?”

“Sure thing… You’re gonna have to try harder than that to break that training.”

He purred, leaning down and kissing along Kilroy’s neck

“All this power… and you can’t even get the courage to fight back, hm?”

“I’m weak…”

“What kind of training did they put you through? Such a pretty face… what’s in that big brain of yours?”

“G-Gah… Mental games. Posters with eyes. Made me know when I had an audience. And… who to have an audience with. Only the best. That man in charge. Is that you?”

He grins, pushing down on Kilroy’s chest

“Aye, aye.”

“…I suppose I am, aren’t I, missile boy? You’re practically powerless to stop me.”

“Any bite to your bark?”

“It’s just so much more fun when you don’t know if I mean it or not.”

“That’s true. Make me squirm and cry.”

He grabs a thinner sheet, trying to make sure it wasn’t super important, before wrapping it around kilroy’s arms

“Mm… That’s good… Sorry. Just my bomber-brain coming up with ideas.”

“I bet they’d pay even more for my head. Keep me from becoming a loose canon. Maybe you can keep me in line, though.”

“Don’t grin at me like that, smart boy. I’d hate to go get a knife and cut that pretty face up.”

“I’d say you’re pretty clever yourself.”

“Flattery ain’t gonna get you anywhere, missile boy. You can start talking, or I can leave you here alone until you go absolutely insane from solitude.”

“I won’t betray my country just yet.”

“It’s almost as pretty as you, isn’t it missile boy?”

“Looks well used.”

“Still okay?”

*He bargained, trying to think of the repercussions. After they were through, he could smile at the cuteness of Anthony’s care towards him, and how soft his voice felt.*

“Now, the body? Well. You can always find a good shirt to cover it up.”

“And I’ve got loads of skin to get through. All the time in the world.”

“And I’m really hoping it’s you.”

“Got a stinger on you.”

He grabbed Kilroy’s hair, tugging it again and kissing at his neck, leaving little hickeys along the way

*He groaned at the bruises he was forming. He liked blunt force the most. This made him very happy. He closed his eyes.*

“Maybe I’ll keep you after all~”

*A single tear fled his eye at all the painful stimuli. Roman would have beaten him much harder after, for crying too soon.*

He crooned, patting Kilroy’s cheek

“I-I… I have more to cry.”

“It’s… kind of pathetic. You’d lick the bottom of my shoe if I asked, wouldn’t you?”

“M-Mhm.”

*He squeezed his eyes closed for a moment to clear them of their watery-ness. Which meant some tears fell out. He then looked deep into Anthony’s eyes. Kilroy looked very small at the moment. Young, scared, and as he said, eager to please.*

He nipped, laughing a bit as he did, before grabbing his knife again and using the blunt end to trail down Kilroy’s chest

“S-S-Sensitive.”

He kissed along the line he traced, occasionally nipping and biting at him

“M-Make me hurt. G-Gosh! That’s perfect. I-I’m a g-good soldier. I-I won’t t-tell!”

“I’m enjoying myself, yeah… are you?”

“V-Very much so. I’m glad you are. I wouldn’t want to bore you.”

“What’s going on in your head?”

“Y-You’re s-so nice to me, Anthony. You make me feel l-like a man.”

He teases, wiping Kilroy’s face for him

“Y-Yeah. I guess I’m a little s-strange. I just… I mess up every social interaction. But, when I’m beaten… I do it perfectly. I’m perfect at being beaten. A-And I’m not scared of it when someone I trust does it to m-me.”

“…that feeling of… not needing to be in control.”

“Yeah… It… It’s good to not have to be so worried about your choices… There’s no room to mess it up. Though, I’m sure I almost did anyway. I’m w-worse lately, I know it.”

“I don’t mind.”

“Thank you for sharing yourself.”

He gave Kilroy a proper kiss on the cheek

“Maybe next time I’ll let you see that face you think is so pretty.”

He teased, tapping Kilroy’s forehead playfully

“I hope that’s a promise. You’re so sweet.”

He sticks his tongue out playfully

*He liked the idea that Anthony was strong.*

“Oh, well… that sort of thing comes from… before I was a soldier…”

*He said the last word softly, a little sultry, a ran his finger down his ear’s ridge.*

“Y- yeah, haha. Uh. Just a bit, maybe.”

“Where does it come from? Were you like that as a kid? Or just always had it in you?”

“Yeah? Did you… Did she… You wanted to?”

“And as you can see, I’ve gotten alright with it.”

“You’re an enigma, Anthony. You are a jack of all trades.”

“…Thanks.”

He’s in his room, pacing. Of course, the patriots are firing their colorful rockets, Anthony tenses as it goes off, muttering to himself and trying to take deep breaths before walking over to the window, pushing it down despite the fact that it was already closed and locked

“The sound?”

Oh god. Anthony, what if that had been someone who wanted you dead. You’d be dead. You wouldn’t have even known they were there until a bullet was in your skull. Dammit Anthony! This is why the—the— dammit, why are YOU here, coward?! You should have kept better watch! You could have warned them!

“You look-… I’m here.”

It’s unclear if he’s talking to Kilroy, because he continues to kick the closet

“You’re safe! You’re safe! I’m here, Anthony! No one’s going to get you!”

*He stuck his claws between the boards to try and encourage him to leave.*

“Someone’s in here- I know it. I heard them. I think— I. I heard something. Can we check the doors?”

*His mind raced, trying to remember what he’d do when Roman got paranoid. He usually got hit; but that wasn’t helpful for now.*

More heavy breaths, wiping his forehead like he was sweaty

“You’re breathing well. Keep it going. When you’re ok, we’ll check. You tired?”

He clutched Kilroy, hiding his face

*He rubbed his back, frowning at the fireworks still going on behind them.*

He bit harder, trying to distract himself

“You can take my arm.”

“You’re sure the doors are locked? Should we check? The windows? Wh- what about the. Vents?! Oh my god we haven’t checked—“

“Breathe.”

Blood— stop— so much- stop. Oh god is that- stop.- all over me- stop! Stop! —I’m gonna be sick- be normal, please…

“Stairs ahead.”

*He helped him scale the stairs and eagerly brought him inside and sat him on his bed. Indeed, it was deathly quiet inside.*

“Don’t leave… don’t leave me alone…. Please-“

*He did as he said, and pulled the comforter back to drape over Anthony’s lap. He offered him one of his pillows, which looked like it’d never been washed.*

“It’s nice in here. Thank you for letting me help.”

“T-Too much?”

“I feel like someone’s going to come in…..”

*He leaned over to his nightstand and opened the drawer. It was too quick to see most of the very interesting items inside, but there seemed to be some photos, dice, and a pair of brass knuckles. He pulled out a radio and turned the dial to a static channel.*

He closed his eyes, trying to focus on the static. Calm, Anthony. Calm down.

*He fed his fingers through to Anthony’s and held his hand, rubbing the back of it smoothly.*

“Well, it’s locked. I know that. And I don’t want you running around, checking vents or windows while the fireworks are going off.”

“Fireworks… just fireworks… just fireworks… sorry. I’m acting insane.”

“I heard you saw Hermes’ Volkswagen. What about that, hm? Can you tell me about that?”

“How much wear was on it? I know the paint’s pretty pristine.”

*He nudged his shoulder.*

“Oh, speaking of, he makes a damn good sandwich, did you know? I know my standards aren’t great but holy cow.”

*That sentiment caught him off guard, and he felt very relieved that Hermes was up on his feet again.*

“He’s really nice once he’s not pointing a gun at you.”

*His eyes widened and he blinked at him. He was somewhat impressed.*

“I’m sorry. Don’t worry about it.”

He bit his lip, bouncing his leg a bit more anxiously

“…What kind of sandwich was it?”

He laughed a bit, lying back on the bed, taking a few deep breaths

“Maybe that awful smell, or that putrid liquid they fester in. Or the warts on their bodies.”

He stuck his tongue out

*He flopped down next to him, on his side.*

He snickered, smirking to Kilroy

“You got me. Don’t tell anyone.”

He purred out

*He walked his fingers up Anthony’s chest.*

“What are you gonna do about it?”

*He was glad to see Anthony’s panic had subsided in the quiet of his bedroom. He could use a little flirting.*

Anthony traced Kilroy’s side

*He shivered delightfully at the touch.*

“Not that I mind the company.”

*He stayed down, looking up at him.*

“But I’m sure you know exactly how much power you have, mr government.”

“I suppose that’s right. I don’t get to flaunt it often.”

“Yeah? Would you stop me?”

He teases, rolling his shoulders a bit

He runs a hand through Kilroy’s hair, grabbing the ends and tugging a bit

“I’d like to see you try.”

“Er— let me know if I get too much, okay?”

“Sure thing… You’re gonna have to try harder than that to break that training.”

He purred, leaning down and kissing along Kilroy’s neck

“All this power… and you can’t even get the courage to fight back, hm?”

“I’m weak…”

“What kind of training did they put you through? Such a pretty face… what’s in that big brain of yours?”

“G-Gah… Mental games. Posters with eyes. Made me know when I had an audience. And… who to have an audience with. Only the best. That man in charge. Is that you?”

He grins, pushing down on Kilroy’s chest

“Aye, aye.”

“…I suppose I am, aren’t I, missile boy? You’re practically powerless to stop me.”

“Any bite to your bark?”

“It’s just so much more fun when you don’t know if I mean it or not.”

“That’s true. Make me squirm and cry.”

He grabs a thinner sheet, trying to make sure it wasn’t super important, before wrapping it around kilroy’s arms

“Mm… That’s good… Sorry. Just my bomber-brain coming up with ideas.”

“I bet they’d pay even more for my head. Keep me from becoming a loose canon. Maybe you can keep me in line, though.”

“Don’t grin at me like that, smart boy. I’d hate to go get a knife and cut that pretty face up.”

“I’d say you’re pretty clever yourself.”

“Flattery ain’t gonna get you anywhere, missile boy. You can start talking, or I can leave you here alone until you go absolutely insane from solitude.”

“I won’t betray my country just yet.”

“It’s almost as pretty as you, isn’t it missile boy?”

“Looks well used.”

“Still okay?”

*He bargained, trying to think of the repercussions. After they were through, he could smile at the cuteness of Anthony’s care towards him, and how soft his voice felt.*

“Now, the body? Well. You can always find a good shirt to cover it up.”

“And I’ve got loads of skin to get through. All the time in the world.”

“And I’m really hoping it’s you.”

“Got a stinger on you.”

He grabbed Kilroy’s hair, tugging it again and kissing at his neck, leaving little hickeys along the way

*He groaned at the bruises he was forming. He liked blunt force the most. This made him very happy. He closed his eyes.*

“Maybe I’ll keep you after all~”

*A single tear fled his eye at all the painful stimuli. Roman would have beaten him much harder after, for crying too soon.*

He crooned, patting Kilroy’s cheek

“I-I… I have more to cry.”

“It’s… kind of pathetic. You’d lick the bottom of my shoe if I asked, wouldn’t you?”

“M-Mhm.”

*He squeezed his eyes closed for a moment to clear them of their watery-ness. Which meant some tears fell out. He then looked deep into Anthony’s eyes. Kilroy looked very small at the moment. Young, scared, and as he said, eager to please.*

He nipped, laughing a bit as he did, before grabbing his knife again and using the blunt end to trail down Kilroy’s chest

“S-S-Sensitive.”

He kissed along the line he traced, occasionally nipping and biting at him