#silentrcbel

He could tell something was off with how Gatto entered his office, refusing to look him in the eye. Hands clasped tightly together in his lap, teeth grinding together as the other spoke. How disappointing. A dry laugh escaped him, "That's a cute joke," each word was sharp, meant to cut through his love and fill him with fear for suggesting such a thing. D.M. would be making sure the scientist went nowhere anytime soon.

Without warning, the Earl shot up from the chair, hand reaching out to firmly grasp the male's tie and pull him close, despite the desk between them. "Let me make myself very clear, you belong here, you belong to me, you aren't leaving this place or your job." Gatto was far too important, in many ways, and while this betrayal made him livid, if the other changed his mind and recounted what was said, he could find it within himself to forgive him... mostly.

Funny, he didn't quite believe that considering the evidence he'd recently been gathering that contradicted such a bold statement. What a liar and stranger his love was becoming, but that didn't mean he couldn't have fun prior to exposing his dear Gatto's betrayal.

Hand reached out, firmly grasping the other's chin, not enough to leave a mark, but enough to sting, forcing the scientist's gaze on him. "Prove it," While he grinned, there was a dark and threatening tone to his own eyes and voice.

Desire couldn't help but raise a brow, just what was his little kitty thinking? He simply allowed Gatto to do whatever his mind was set on, only to end up chuckling when the other's endevor failed. How adorable. It was too bad though, he would have loved to be carried around by the other, alas the scientist was too weak.

Desire had had an arm lazily slung across his lover's sleeping form, always enjoying keeping the other close when sharing a bed. However, this also meant he could feel just how Gatto tossed and turned during what he could only assume to be a nightmare and it roused the Earl to consciousness.

He kept his eyes shut for the moment, at least until he could tell that the scientist had woken up. When he felt the other cling to him, D.M. pulled him as close as possible, keeping his arm tightly around his love. Tiredly, he tilted his head so as to press a soft kiss to Gatto's temple, hand rubbing circles on his back.

Since the moment he knew someone was leaking information, he'd been setting traps to catch the little scoundral responsible. He'd narrowed down the possible suspects and finally came to know who the traitor was. Desire was certainly disappointed it was his little kitty in the lab, but naughty pets needed punishment.

Now he stood in front of Gatto, slip of paper between his fingers, something that told everything he needed to know, especially with that little signature. Who else would sign with a cat face?

"Then why are you backing away?" He cooed in a sickeningly sweet voice, taking a careful step towards the scientist. Poor Gatto would not get away so easily. "You really should have played this little game a bit smarter, you've lost greatly," voice turned from sweet to dark and venomous.

A pleased hum escaped his lips as the other let him have his fun and stopped struggling to leave him. He nuzzled his nose into those soft and slightly longer locks, taking in a deep breath, chuckling softly at the comment.

However, the next one, muttered ever so softly, had his eyes snapping open. Yes part of him missed cuddling such a body type, but he wouldn't say he was more attracted to one over another. Desire took a moment to shift them so he was looking Gatto in the eyes to try and stave off his fears.

"My dear, I love you in all forms, I don't prefer you this way, so please don't fret. I just know this body won't last long and I want to drink it up while I can. Can't let it go to waste after all.~"

@silentrcbel inquired: ❛ umm, is this seat taken ? ❜ for Eternal Flower Emily

⁕| First Meeting Prompts |⁕

Turquoise orbs glanced up when she was addressed. Lydia didn't think the bus would be so full, so she had placed her bag in the seat next to her just so it wouldn't be in the way--and perhaps to keep strangers from sitting beside her. The last thing she wanted was for a stranger on the bus to engage in a bothersome conversation with her...

But this man didn't seem like that sort. His voice was more quiet than most others. Perhaps she had nothing to worry about.