#venemence

proton’s utterance for him to fuck off, hoarse and weak, brought the curl of a smirk to mandus’ lips, leering down at the other.

“Heh,” his breathing was shallow and weak, yet every one seemed to possess the strength to push more blood out of the gaping wound in his side. “Worse than…. this?” Fuck, it hurt. It was all he could do to keep the pain from reaching his expression. He’d never shown weakness to his fellow rockets before, and he wasn’t going to start now.

It was true, he’d endured pain before, but being impaled by Rhydon had to be the worst. They had disturbed the wrong cave.  He could feel the strength draining from his body. His hands, which were pressed against the wound, were shaking. “I don’t know…. what kind of wild life… you think I’ve been living…”

Funny, that he should end up so close to death like this. It seemed so… anti climatic.

But… he wasn’t ready to give up just yet. “Listen… I won’t hold it… against you… if you leave me here. But… if you… want to help…” he trailed off, head woozy, “…. …. I need you to… apply pressure here… as much as you can… with my jacket. Some from… HQ… should be… on the way.”

Well, she truly wanted to act like a true concerned comrade (she cannot look, not out of disgust but because Proton looked pretty in that shade of red that she almost wanted to see if he would turn red all over), but her giddyness would not leave her lips. Humming, she tilts her head, “In the movies people would get somehow.. inspired so I thought saying that might work on you...”

In any case, she now crouches down next to him, gloved hands itching to apply pressure on the wound—oh but she does not trust herself to be able to stop with just that... and a wounded Proton might still be dangerous even if he looked like clammy. But her sense of fun wins her over as she pokes him tentatively.

every step was perfectly measured, every turn slowed just enough, all just so that proton would be able to keep up his pace in following him. there was no mistaking the familiar crop of green hair and eyes that burned with hateful intent, burning holes into his back even in the scarce few seconds mandus managed to slip out of sight. one second, he’d vanish around the corner, the next, proton would appear, patiently following like any good trained animal.

whether he had caught on to the route mandus had undertaken or not, he did not seem to care as the broad, public hallways narrowed into a private lounge. he had half the mind to ask proton to thank him for his consideration of their privacy as he heard him slam the door shut, the walls vibrating with the force.

‘ so impatient--- ‘ he started, a feigned look of scolding halfway onto his face before strong hands pushed him back. tensing up a few seconds too late, the shock of the wall greeting his shoulders rippling down, his momentary daze was not helped by lips angrily crushing his own. it was all teeth, even the plush cushion of proton’s lips against his own nothing to save him from the click of their teeth slamming together. when proton pulled back to scream at him, he felt the uncomfortable sting of a cut lip, blood oozing out of the thin scratch.

‘ that’s what you’re so pissy about? ‘ the attempt at looking serious faded away, his coy smile surely enough to get proton’s blood boiling.

‘ sadly, as talented as i am, mind tricks are not something i can boast to having. are you so afraid of looking within yourself for that answer that you have to pin all the blame on poor me? ‘

‘ if you take a photo, it’ll last longer. ‘ there was something comforting in the predictability of sakaki’s little henchmen.   eyes burned into his back, and if looks could kill, when mandus partly turned to lock eyes with the grunt in question, he was certain he would have been long since dead. much to the disappointment, he was certain, of his current companion, he didn’t drop dead, and continued to stand proud and straight.

‘ i am not certain what you expect me to do--- ‘ burst into sakaki’s office, utilizing the gold-eyed luxray at his flank to KILL the vulnerable rocket leader, ‘ but i am only here on business. peaceful business. tailing me will not prevent anything horrible from happening, as nothing HORRIBLE shall. ‘

SEND A SYMBOL, GET SOME SEX/ROM HCSSTATUS || ACCEPTING

😉 What are my muse’s fetishes/kinks?

mandus’ core kinks tend to lean towards biting (boy sure does love some biting and boy does it get bloody fast), light bondage (full on latex bodysuits are a hard nope), and the spectrum of fetishes involving power play.choking his partner, blindfolding and putting on sound-canceling headphones before having his way, edging them, etc.

he loves the feeling of power and control, and even if he doesn’t get off and only his partner, he’ll still be content.knowing he had that control over them is honestly more than enough to get his rocks off.

💑 What are my muse’s requirements for a potential partner?

for a healthy partner, who he sees as an equal?as much as he may not like it, they need to be able to go toe to toe with him.they can’t bow down to his bullshit, they cannot allow him to take the reins of the relationship.he is a man that will push boundaries until he sees a break, and then upon that weakness being revealed, he will exploit it until the other person bows to his will.they must show that they are an equal to him, and must not throw the same bullshit back at him.to take the higher road will be a long and tedious journey with mandus, but the payoff means his inevitable respect and backing down from those negative behaviors and treating the person in question as they deserve.honestly, anyone who could manage that would be treated better than any one human mandus interacts with.

but on the other hand, in an unhealthy relationship?while the circumstances of how mandus would get attached vary person by person, and may not happen at all, anyone who is subject to his affections and does not fight back against his antics will likely find themselves drawn into a highly controlling relationship.

he is possessive and jealous and awful, ensuring that whoever is so unlucky to willingly agree to a relationship while allowing themselves to be weak around him slowly lose their own sense of individuality.they will believe they are loved and will be smothered in his attention, but likewise, will find mandus pushing them away from their friendships and relationships, drawing them in further and further to him until they realize too late that he is now all they have.

‘ need i explain why you are in my office today, proton? ‘

it was not yet noon, and already, sakaki felt himself being tested.

with the grace of a trainwreck had one of the grunts come stumbling in through his door, gasping in a panic that a fight had broken out. a fight that should have never happened, and when the name of who started it spilled out from their gasping mouth, immediately had a wave of exhaustion struck him. proton.

‘ i thought we had this nipped in the bud after your incident with executive skean, ‘ he began, fingers knitted together, the veins along the backs of his hands pressed tight to the surface. there was little to be done to veil the tension in his neck and jaw, frustration plainly written across a typically calm face. every muscle in his being strained to not take the ballpoint pen resting besides his hand straight to proton’s eyes.

‘ care to do me the honor of explaining your insubordination today after assaulting yet another grunt? ‘

Me I’ll give u more beautiful stick figure mandus

                 Oh, dear lord. Now---this is embarrassing. She realized, perhaps a moment too late, that the man she had snuck up on to give a hug was not who she thought he was. No, this was definitely not Aaron. This was some... other man with greenish hair.