#unheimlig

@unheimlig​ ♡~

     ★ " Tsk, tsk~ " Now that was a face he hadn't seen in quite a while. Would make him wonder how durable this one truly had been { and how he had managed to stay alive? }, enough to tear a smile over his face that was as haunting as it was nothing else but a tease. " Now look what the cat dragged back in~ "

    ★ He would not be reprimanding towards the display of affection { do they both not know the implications behind it? }, before he laces an arm around own waist, would cradle his chin with the opposite head in 'obvious thought'. " Did you miss me that much~? " ' Do you desire to engage a little bit? To have your power torn out of you? ' " Or is it mere boredom that drives you here? " With how he moves and indulges without truly offering any of it all { after all, Viktor had always been bound, had he not? }.

@unheimlig ♡~ 

        No passion inside him? How horribly wrong! Why, the very man in front of him now ignited it to the point of burning [ seemed his interests had changed since Ragar’s return ]. ❝ Your closeness alone is enough to do that. One could say I get positively excited when you’re near me. ❞ Purring words into partner’s ear, that wicked smirk many feared tore previously soft expression asunder. And hands begin to wander, fingertips dragging up defined muscle, the other settling upon the small of his back.

     A delighted shudder passes through form when he feels cold digits against ribcage. Ah. This man understood him a little too well. ❝ You’ll only inflate my ego further by saying such sweet things. ❞ Drive those ‘round them completely insane [ though this implied the scientist didn’t already ]. ❝ And if you mean it literally, then yes. I’ll be very disappointed if you say you’ll carry me off and then do anything but. ❞ Strange for the others to witness such a scene should he agree to do it, yet when had Viktor ever cared? This man was his husband. They could gawk all they liked. ❝ Unless you’d rather I carried you out, of course? I’m not picky. ❞

          The curl of lips of his own [ albeit not as sinfully alluring ] would be a reply most suitable to Viktor's claims and choice of words. Of course, whenever they came nearer, nearer, both of them could feel the blood rushing, pumping through their veins and serenades easily resound about their adoration, only heard for themselves to indulge. That purr was enough to know that any next touch, grace or hold, would be seen and perceived as an invitation to carry him off to high heavens. Sweeping the other man off his feet? That would be a child's play to fulfil.

          "Maybe I want to achieve exactly that~?" Deliberately then tempting him to fall to his knees, worshipping each inch of his skin - oh, his throat sets to a fine growl upon only imagining it [ would the scientist not want to know what he thinks? ]. "Alas, you were good the last days, so I will gladly heed your desires and my wishes~" May it appear however it wanted for anybody else watching from the outside, their height-difference [ though there ] was barely perceptible while his own arms were quick to find suitable places in figuring that - bridal style? - sounded the best.

    ★ " ---I do assume he would be rather displeased with such a - 'meal'~ "

    ★ Arrogance and hubris, fitting for men just like themselves when the world would need to kneel down in front of them { but did the scientist not think it all a little different from the warrior? }. Sword then soon disappears into thin air, his work of order being done for a time. He should move and venture after his own group as they likely had set up residence by now. After all, himself surely enough to deal with whatever 'problem' there may rise on the horizon.

         ★ Still, he lets him. Unmoving, unwavering in his stance save for the mere tilt of his head in acknowledgement and his arms rise and cross in front of own chest in mild contemplation of the happenings { and enough of a taking in to see what truly would be off with the other yet once again? }.

         ★ Cares so little { far too much? } and returns smirk in liking once it enlightens fair visage. Should tell him to stop those antics and pacing if not for amusement chiming and singing through his very blood. "Now, now~ Do not overpay your importance to me~" { but should he not? }. "You wish for more than you are permitted to have." For more than only would be allowed to give. "Alas, let me humour you for a spell. Your danger. Your wrath. It all promises my mind the solace it direly seeks."

@unheimlig  ♡~

          Barely would he react to the figure slinking a little bit closer with each drag of eyes over sentences, with each fiddling of fingertips with tender pages, feeling thin and brittle beneath searching grasp [ an old book, perhaps, from his family’s heirloom now to be his very own ]. He knows when Viktor approaches. Knows him well enough from sound of footsteps and sway of fabric when he suddenly stands right beside him. Feels the weight shift plush seating surface to accompany his sitting down upon it [ no he didn’t? it was merely a knee propped up alongside comfortable form ]. So he blinks, and all but curls lips into a fine smile in amused charade of being so unwilling, quite so unwanting to relent to partner’s desires in quiet of the evening. Far too ‘immersed’ in those words forming lines upon lines, discarded just when first echoes had waltzed around the room, had made another soul [ belonging to him ] feasible in these, what could only be experienced as, haunted witching hours. How exhilarating. How truly and utterly captivating just like fingertips traipsing their careful path along chiselled jawline, raising and lifting visage away from what had long [ so many heartbeats ago ] lost its charm and attention.

          “Demanding.” Word like this is brought forth in husky surprise of intonation, reflecting upon momentarily be unused and wanting to tease [ for he knows that such sounds would rake small shivers from now waiting, waiting, so surely anticipating physique ]. “You have been cooped up in your laboratory all day and now command me to follow your whim~?” But he does. He does indeed. With the hands that had already discarded former attention, now that empty one travels teasingly along veiled skin of upper leg. Feeling the shifting and twitching muscle through the harshness of woven lines. “Hm, I wonder if I might.”

          Head raised and higher tilting, watching carefully those ocean blue eyes. How they stare at him, how they want from him and without any other deterrence [ for words mean little no nothing to the being holding him so decidedly, captivatingly, in his grasp ], he could see that delicious smile tear at the corners of mouth, feel and perceive it moments of whirring pulses later as tingling sensation playing upon own soft of skin. Along his jawline when back bends to have face lower towards him. Tasted exhale upon his lips. Claiming and taking what was his own with a hitch of breath releasing itself gradually, brought forth by claim of fingertips sinking in deeper, right above junction where strong leg would flow into small of hips, pulling and pushing him down a little bit further against him [ such a favourable occurrence that they met in the dead of the night ]. For they could only be with one another right here and right now.

          Would others not raise words of poison-filled protest towards said engagement of a family leader and a man thought mad and possessed?

          Let them quarrel. Let them shout. [ sometimes, one would want to wonder about their jealousy not rearing ugly heads. ] Devoured like all else gasps and groans, refreshed upon like finest wine taken up by the harshness of a mutual desire he can feel rising and engaging him ever more. And to think that, it had been surprisingly sweet how Viktor made it known that his pulse was filled with the unwillingness to let shared attention simply go. “Greedy~” It’s a single word he knows would have them change positions at once, possessive nature of his partner coming into play whenever he would taunt and tease [ and give ever less in calculation than the other only wanted ], like tugging on strings for split-seconds worth, he would find himself placed upon his back in idle consideration of glancing at that towering form now taking languorous placement upon his hips.

          Smiling at him with that same devilish grin that offers and promises more where that bit of skipping heartbeat elicit might surely come from. Beguiling. Fascinating. But still not enough. “Not quite.” Chimes it out with that rasping voice merely setting subdued form to a shiver. “Not quite.” He repeats - and it was so sure delightfully convenient.

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          He knew about this game [ was it not an all-time favourite of any soldier and other creature alike, no matter how gruesome it was all possibilities considered? ], and therefore was well versed with the rules and still caught in momentarily simply staring at it a little bit blankly, before raising an eyebrow in mild wonderment. Just because he knew about the game, would not mean that he was willing to play it. Easily visible by a surprisingly lax display of seating position, one would want to assume that he might at least ‘consider’. 

          Quite the opposite, taking the options presented on paper by the stranger and folding it in half, then again, and again, before tearing little bundle apart in the middle. Shredding it swiftly to bits. No, he would not play this game. “I can not remember when I allowed someone to have me partake in this charade.” Plainly spoken, he didn’t.

          “Alas.” But maybe he could humour the unknown. “Take for the first two option. The rest does not apply to me.” How mean he was! Being such a spoil-sport for the fun of someone’s ‘personal entertainment’, all but leaning back when small pieces of paper now flutter and are scattered in the wind. How to even dare in making him chose between some selected ones the Reaper would be willing to trust, to engage with - to love.

          Raise of eyebrow still persists [ that was dangerous, would the other realise? ].